#mob boss junmyeon

[eomayas]

testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

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[straylightdream]

part one: the protector

featuring: Mob Boss Kim Junmyeon x reader, Bodyguard Oh Sehun x reader

Cold, wicked and ruthless we’re all words that people used to describe Junmyeon, but when it came to her he made an oath to protect her. Sehun was assigned to watch over her, he never expected for her to break down his walls.

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death, blood, ptsd, future chapters will contain sexual conteny.

word count: 10.4k

AN: this wasn’t intended to also be a Sehun story but it just happened. This is either going to be three or four chapters but each chapter will be very long.

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Cold, wicked and ruthless we’re all the words that were used to describe the man that sat across from you. The dark mahogany table separated the two of you. His warm eyes were locked on the files in front of him. Your shaking hand gripped the yellow coffee cup that was on the table in front of you. Slowly your eyes drift down to the caramel colored liquid that Yixing had poured you. The room was dark except for the hazy warm yellow light that shined from the chandelier hanging above. 

The voice of Chanyeol catches your attention. He walks over to Junmyeon and says something low enough that you aren’t able to make out a single word. Your eyes stay focused on Junmyeon as you watch him slowly look up at you. He once again has the same frown he always wears as he looks at you. You can’t remember the last time he even smiled at you. 

You moved into Junmyeon's house two months ago when a drive-by took out your brother and left you shot and bleeding out. Your brother worked as one of Junmyeon's right hand men. Kim Junmyeon is the mob boss of one of the largest mobs in Korea EXO. He’s known as Suho by his enemies. 

You lost your mother at a very young age to cancer and your father left five years ago for the states. You’re older brother Sung-Ho was all that you really had in this world. He took care of you and did everything in his power to keep you safe. He did everything he possibly could to shield you from the dark world he associated with. Even though he tried to keep his dark secrets from you, you knew all about his gang and their leader Junmyeon. 

Your brother joined the gang while your father was still around. He was still a teen when he sold his soul to the devil and gave his fully undying loyalty to Junmyeon. Sung-Ho was the only reason your family could even afford food sometime, your father was never the best at keeping a steady job while attempting to raise two teens on the verge of adulthood. Even though you wanted nothing to do with the EXO mob and their blood stained money, you were well aware that the only reason you didn’t starve too many times to count was because of that blood stained money. 

Four years ago you remember waking up to the sound of a loud banging in your apartment at three in the morning. Walking to the edge of the hallway you found your brother answering the door with a gun in hand. Hiding in the hallway hoping nobody saw you as you listened as Chanyeol, Minseok and their leader Junmyeon entered your apartment. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of Minseok blood stained white shirt. Your presence was quickly spotted by Junmyeon. He stared at you silently for a moment before he asked you to come near. Sitting on the couch you listened as Junmyeon told your brother about the murder of one of his men and the attempted killing of another one Sehun who was shot. Your heart raced as Junmyeon dropped down to his knee in front of the couch holding out a cream business card that had a gold foil border around it. Your hands violently shook as you took the card. There was just something about Junmyeon that made you nervous. He had even when he was a teenager. Now the thought of all the power he held terrified you. He went on to inform you if anything ever happens to your brother or you, you are to call that number before police. Silently you nodded your head feeling sick to your stomach. From that moment that business card found a permanent place in your wallet and put the number in your phone on your favorites list under “back up”. 

Three and half years late you’re sitting on the wet concrete with your back pushed up against the car you were attempting to get into. Your hand grips your arm that most likely still has a bullet lodged into it. Your body violently shakes from a mixture of the cold air and the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Tears pour down your wet cheeks as you look at your brother who is lying lifeless on the wet asphalt in front of you in a pool of his own blood. This was never how things were supposed to go. You weren’t supposed to lose your brother the only person in your life like this. He wasn’t supposed to be ripped out of your hands in front of you. 

Your ears are still ringing from the sound of constant gunshots. Your head is pound from the impact against the black Mercedes you're leaning against. 

Releasing your arm you gasp in pain. Reach into your purse you frantically search for your phone. Pulling out you quickly click the emergency number saved in your phone. 

As you sob on holding on to your phone shaking from pain and fear. The phone rings twice before you hear someone say hello. Unsure of who you’re talking to, you go on to tell them Sung-Ho as been killed and that you were shot. 

Five minutes after hanging up the phone Chanyeol arrives with a few men you have met before. One being Yixing who you knew had medical training. Another one being Jongin, and Sehun. There are about five other men with them you’ve never seen before. 

They find you pressed up against the car bloody and shaking holding on to your arm tightly. You can’t help but sob staring at your brother knowing this is the last time you’ll ever see him again. 

Chanyeol drops down crouching in front of you. Ever so gently he reaches out pushing your wet hair behind your ear. He has a grief stricken look on his face as he softly apologizes. Looking past him you see Yixing and Sehun kneeling by your brother. Jongin paces near his body clearly upset. 

Chanyeol is asking you questions about the people that did this, but you aren’t able to give him much of a response. Your brain feels like it’s filled with goo unable  to properly form words. The bloody scene played out so quickly your brain wasn’t able to fully process faces of any of the details. 

Yixing joined Chanyeol examining your injury. He went on to ask a spew of questions about your injuries. Without meaning to you once again started sobbing thinking of the pain of the bullet piercing your skin. Closing your eyes, the image of your brother's blood splattering plays a horrific mental picture. 

You had fully expected them to take you to the hospital but you’re shocked when you leave with just Yixing and Chanyeol. Chanyeol's large frame carried your frail body as if you weighed nothing. He carries you bridal style to the car they arrived in. They take you to a strange mansion you had never seen before. 

That night Yixing numbed you and removed the bullet and stitched you up. Laying on the bed in the medical room you feel numb as you stare at the metal cart that holds all the medical supplies used to fix you and stitch you up. You feel lost in a sea of useless thoughts filled with blood. Your head is pounding from Sung-Ho pushing you into the car in attempts to save you from the gunshots. He died protecting you. You wouldn’t still be breathing if your brother hadn’t shoved you away. The dark thought of what would've happened if you were killed and not him crossed your mind. You weren’t sure Sung-Ho could process losing you. He always told you that he was put on this planet to protect you. 

The door creaks as it slowly opens. Your eyes drift up to see Junmyeon entering the room dressed in a suit with an unreadable expression playing across his face. His hair is pushed back and you can’t help but think about how he looks like he’s dressed for a funeral. He pulled up a chair sitting next to the bed. Silently he stares at you for what felt like an eternity. Your eyes are growing heavy the longer you stare at him. If he doesn’t speak soon you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to stay awake long enough to talk to him. 

“You’re moving in here,” his voice finally breaks the silence. 

Your eyes flutter open looking up at him. You aren’t sure if it’s your possible concussion, but you’re unsure if you heard him properly.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. 

“I told your brother that I would protect you if anything ever happened to him. So it is now my duty to watch over you,” he runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy sigh. The weight of the world seems like it’s on his shoulders. You assume being a very powerful mob boss was probably extremely stressful. 

Your brother met Junmyeon when he was a teenager. They had attended the same school. They grew up together and you knew they were like brothers. You weren’t the only one who lost a brother that night. Junmyeon and his men lost someone who was like a brother to them. 

Even though you were unsure about living with Junmyeon you had no desire to argue with him. You knew that if you left someone was going to kill you. They took out your brother and would have no problem killing you. Your life didn’t really exist without your brother either. You’ve never been a sociable person. You lived your life focusing on school attempting to make a better life for yourself. At the moment school didn’t even seem to matter to you anymore. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. The death of your brother would change your life forever. You could no longer pretend the dark underbelly of the city didn’t exist. You were pulled head first in wine colored sea. Luckily Junmyeon was there to offer you a lifeboat to save you from the monster that swam in the sea. 

Since that night you hadn’t left Junmyeon’s compound. The outside world left you terrified after that night. At least you knew when you were at the compound you were safe. Junmyeon constantly has somebody watching over you. Since moving in you were never fully alone. You knew the thought should bother you that the only time you get any amount of privacy is when you’re in the bathroom or you’re sleeping, but you know when when you’re sleeping you’re not actually alone. The boys stand guard watching over you. You felt like whoever killed your brother fully planned to finish you off. You knew you weren’t supposed to live that night. You were now nothing more than a loose end. 

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder catching you off guard. Looking up you find Sehun standing over you. He’s the youngest of the group and the same age as you. There is something about him that has a calming effect on you. It might be his soft eyes or his gentle smile he gives you. You know that even though he’s gentle with you Sehun is a killer. You’ve heard Jongin mention that he’s the best shot in the group that he’s an assassin. Thinking about all the lives that he’s probably taken makes you uneasy. You try your hardest to forget about the fact that the men that take care of you are nothing but killers. You try to see them as nothing more than protectors. The few times you and your brother had candid talks about the gang, were when you told him that his hands were forever stained with blood. He would then tell you, “the people that die aren’t innocent people. They die because they were killers first.” In his mind and the mind of the men who work for Junmyeon they weren’t the bad guys. The lines between good and bad were starting to blur and you didn’t know who was who anymore. 

“I have to leave on business for three day,” Junmyeon says, speaking up for the first time since sitting down at the table. 

Since your brother's passing he hadn’t left on a trip once. He left the compound almost every day to go to his office, but he never actually left over night. The feeling of him being gone terrified you. 

He must see the look of fear taking over you. “You’ll be fine. Sehun will be your personal bodyguard from here on out. He’s moving into the room next to yours and he’ll be by you at all times, and Jongin, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo will be watching over you as well. From the circle I’m only taking Chanyeol, Yixing, Minseok, and Baekhyun.”

The circle as he refers to his men are his eight main men. The most trusted people that work for him. The circle used to consist of nine until you lost your brother. From the moment your brother was killed the rest of the inner circle moved into the compound as well. A few of them such as Jongdae and Yixing had their own apartments, but since it was clear somebody was targeting members of Junmyeon tight knit circle he wanted everyone at the compound at all times. Before all of this Chanyeol who is his main guard and his right hand man Minseok already lived at the compound with him. 

The man whose hand is still resting on your shoulder was probably the most protective of you other than Chanyeol. Sehun would never let anything happen to you. You felt safe knowing that he assigned Sehun to look after you. 

“Okay,” your voice is meek as you finally speak. 

“You’ll be fine,” Sehan finally speaks as he runs his thumb across your shoulder. 

Moments later the rest of the inner circle has joined you in the dining around. Sehun hasn’t moved from his spot standing over you. Jongin comes over and sits at the table near you and the rest the boys stand throughout the room. 

You listen as Junmyeon is telling the men about his plan. You can’t seem to focus much after he tells the men that will be staying behind with you. Your hand tremors as you lift the yellow mug up to your lips. 

“May I be excused?” You ask like a child asking to leave the dinner table. You can’t sit here and listen to their plan about whatever Junmyeon must leave for. He gives you a small nod as you stand up. 

Walking up the stairs you feel weak. Reach the top you walk down the hallway that is littered with expensive artwork, dragging your hand across the bright white walls, steadying your wobbly frame. Since the night of the accident your body hasn’t ever felt right. Something inside of you just feels as if your body is never fully balanced. You always feel slightly off kilter. You feel as if you never fully recovered from your concussion. The sound of footsteps behind you informs you that Sehun is right behind you. You know from here on out he’ll always be right behind you. Stopping you take a breath waiting for him to catch up to you. Closing your eyes you wait for him for his calming touch. Nothing seems to comfort you like his warm touch. 

His hand gently touches your shoulder and you look up at him. You want to say something to him but your mind can not seem to make any words as you stare at him aimlessly. You constantly feel like you’re living in a dazed state. 

“Are you okay?” He asks as he stares at you seeming completely confused. 

“I don’t know,” your voice shakes as your eyes bounce around everywhere other than his eyes. 

“I need to lay down.”

Removing his hand from your shoulder he follows you down the hallway towards your room. Opening your bedroom door you hold it open hoping he follows you inside. 

Your bedroom is dark with navy curtains pulled blocking the light from entering your room. Your bed is pushed against the wall to the left of the window. Your room Junmyeon has set up for you beautiful and in any other circumstance you would love this room. You wished more than anything that this room would feel like home. That it could fill the hole in your chest, but unfortunately it doesn’t. It just feels like a foreign room to you. 

Walking over sitting on the edge of your bed you look over at Sehun who is still standing by your door. This is the first time today you’ve actually focused on the man who is supposed to be your bodyguard. He’s wear a dress pants an white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Your eyes can’t help but focus on the gun tucked into his waistband. 

“Sorry I took you away from the meeting,” you finally speak up. 

“It’s fine. Kyungsoo will update me later. You’re my only concern now.”

“Okay.”

“Are you gonna take a nap?” he hasn’t moved from where he’s standing. 

Gently you nod your head. 

“Okay I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he says before stepping out of the room. 

-

From the moment your brother passed away you haven’t been able to have a full night sleep without a nightmare. The image of your brother's lifeless body seems to be a repeat nightmare that haunts you in your sleep. Cold sweats take over your body waking you as a blood curdling scream passes your lips. 

Sitting up you’re breathing heavy as Sehun rushes into your room shirtless holding his gun. 

“What happened?” He asks, walking toward you in seconds. 

“It’s just a nightmare,” you’re breathing heavy as you’re attempting to calm down. 

He puts his gun into the waistband pajama pants and stands at the foot of your bed staring at you with a worried look on his face. You can’t help when your eyes roam his golden skin of tone abs. You hadn’t ever seen him shirtless and you can’t help but stare. 

“Chanyeol told me you’ve been having nightmares,” his voice is raspy and you can tell that your scream woke him up. 

You close your eyes, sighing. Chanyeol found you screaming in the middle of the night on your first full night at the compound. He rubbed your back gently as you sobbed, reliving your brother's death. Chanyeol’s a gentle giant when it comes to you. He had been before your brother's death and even more now. 

“They’re not always this bad,” you say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself. 

“Have you talked to anyone about them?” 

Shaking your head you don’t even know who you could talk to. You highly doubt Junmyeon would have someone take you to a therapist, but maybe if you asked he would. From the moment you moved in he went out of his way attempting to make everything as comfortable as possible for you. 

“If you need to talk I can listen, or one of the guys. Kyungsoo is a really good listener,” he looks so innocent standing there.  The only thing that wasn’t innocent was his beautiful abs and the gun tucked into his waistband. 

“I’ll be okay. I’m sorry for waking you,” you pull the covers into your chest. 

“Okay I’m in my room right next door if you need me,” he says bowing his head slightly. 

The following morning Junmyeon returned from his trip. You’re sitting at the large mahogany table with omelette in front of you that Kyungsoo had made for you. Your eyes seem to only be able to focus on the glass of orange that Jongin had placed in front of you before walking off to the kitchen. 

Footsteps capture your attention and the found of Chanyeol voice echoing through the halls. Junmyeon walks into the dining area looking more stressed than when he left. He sits down across from you and lets out a heavy sigh. Chanyeol stands behind him as Baekhyun walks off into the kitchen. Silently your eyes study the man sitting across from him. He seems more worried than normal. Looking over at Sehun who is sitting next to you, his eyes are locked on his boss. 

“Sehun later I’m gonna have Baekhyun watch after YN and I need to have a meeting with you and the rest of the circle,” his voice is firm and commanding. 

You know that Junmyeon never talks about business around you, but the fact that he’s assigning Baekhyun to watch over you so Sehun can attend a meeting leaves you nervous that something is wrong. 

“Yes sir,” Sehun nods his head. 

Junmyeon doesn’t say a word to you as you finish your breakfast. He seems so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn’t even realize you’re there. Whatever he wants to talk to Sehun about must be important because the moment you stand up to leave the dining area he asks him to stay behind. In one swift movement Baekhyun walks across the dining room, stopping right in front of you. Your eyes automatically check to see if he’s carrying his gun like Sehun always did. Shaking your head you turn on your heels walking away from whatever meeting they need to have. 

Walking out of the dining room you head towards the foyer Baekhyun is about two feet behind you. You have nothing against Baekhyun, he's a kind man with a bright personality, but he doesn’t give you the same comfort as Sehun does. 

Stopping at the stairs that lead towards Junmyeon’s office and library Baekhyun who is pushing his fingers through his hair stops next to you. 

“Is it about me?” you ask knowing that Baekhyun most likely won’t tell you anything. 

“Not just you.”

A wave of fear washes over you as you stare at him. You thought he might lie to you and say no or just plain and simple tell you he can’t speak on the matter. 

“Can we go to the library?”

He nods and gestures his hand towards the library. You take the dark hardwood stairs that lead you up to where the library is. It’s an area you rarely go to even though the library is probably your favorite location in the compound. You’ve only ever been in Junmyeon office once, and you only went to the library on rare occasions to distract yourself. 

The library is a calming location for you. The dark mahogany bookshelves that go floor to ceiling and the large window let’s in the warm sun from outside. Under the window sits a large leather couch that Chanyeol has informed you was a custom made for Junmyeon. According to him the couch cost more than some of his luxury cars that were in the underground garage. Covering the dark wood floor is a beautiful rug that you assumed was from Paris. Walking over to the wall that’s filled with thousands of books you go to the little side section that is filled with books that you moved that you were fond of reading. There’s a mix of Shakespeare, poetry books, and few love stories. Pulling out a poetry book you look over Baekhyun who is sitting in a leather chair near the door. His eyes are focused on you as you open the book. Your eyes glide across the beautiful words of a man declaring his love to women that doesn’t return his feelings. You scroll across the word as you walk over to the expensive leather couch. The first time Chanyeol tells you all about the overpriced couch you refused to sit on it. Telling him it costs more than your life. He went on to tell you Junmyeon would much rather have you sit on it and enjoy his collection of books then let it sit there collecting dust. 

Holding the book against your chest you look out the window seeing the flowers bloom on the distant cherry blossom trees. The warm sun beaming through the window feels nice against your skin. Your hand slowly reaches out resting on the window. You don’t remember the last time you were outside. It’s been so long, but that’s your own doing. By no means is Junmyeon holding you hostage you have your own free will. He’s informed you’re allowed to go out but you’ll need guards. The world outside that window scares you. You might miss the feeling of the warm sun on your skin, the smell of the flowers blooming, and the gentle breeze in your hair. 

You can feel Baekhyun eyes burning into you as you stare out the window like a crazy person. Looking at him you find him quickly averting his eyes. You wonder what all of the men think about you. You have some sort of a friendship with each of them. You’re by far the closest to Chanyeol and then Sehun, even though the latter doesn’t really say much to you. You talk to the other every so often but they don’t know much about you. They probably find it strange you’re normally locked in your room all the time with your curtains closed. 

Your eyes are locked on Baekhyun until the library door opens. You’re surprised when you see Junmyeon walking in with Sehun following right behind him. He sends Baekhyun off and tells Sehun to wait outside. 

Sitting the book down on the couch next to you, you watch as Junmyeon puts his hands in his pockets as he stares down at you with an unreadable look. You learned very quickly that Junmyeon has mastered the art of hiding his emotions. You can never tell what he’s actually thinking. 

“You’re having nightmares?” he speaks up breaking the silence that fills the library? 

Slowly you nod your head. You know Sehun told him. He was genuinely concerned when you woke him up screaming in the middle of the night. 

“Did you want to talk to someone?” he stands locked in once place in front of you. A soft expression is across his face as he looks at you. 

“I don’t want to go out there,” you assume he realizes by now the outside world scares you. You haven’t ever asked to even walk out into the yard. 

“I can’t send the whole inner circle with you, if you would like to talk to someone,” in the whole time you’ve been here you’ve never seen him send the whole inner circle off leaving him with his lower level men. 

Shaking your head you know that even being surrounded by those eight men you would still feel terrified. 

“I can have someone come here. You can talk to them here if you would like?” 

You shake your head once again. 

“Did you want to talk to me about it?” this is the most he had talked to you in weeks. You knew that Junmyeon cared about you to some extent, but you weren’t sure if that was because he felt guilty for what happened to your brother. 

“Can I sit?” his eyes move to the spot on the leather couch next to you. 

Silently you nod. 

He looks at you with that same soft expression. “I want to help you. I brought you here because I promised your brother long ago that I would protect you no matter what. I don’t want to just protect you, I want to help you. I want to take care of you. So please let me know how I can help.”

Your heart races at his statement. Junmyeon has never once been cruel to you or mean, but he often was distant. That might have to do with the fact he has so much business he must attend to. The fact that he’s telling you that he made an oath your late brother is overwhelmingly you. You knew that he planned on protecting you, that is why Sehun now follows everywhere you go except the bathroom. It’s also the reason you now live in this large compound with Junmyeon and eight other men who always have a watchful eye on you. 

“When I close my eyes I see Sung-Ho lying on the asphalt,” you finally speak up. Just the mention of your brother's lifeless body makes your throat feel like it’s constricting. “I wake up screaming because I watched the bullet enter his body that took him away from me,” your eyes brim with tears. “I wasn’t supposed to ever lose him. Sung-Ho was my best friend. He was the only person I truly had in the world,” a sob breaks in your chest as tears start to slide down your cheeks. Junmyeon is staring at you with sorrow filled eyes. “My father didn’t care about my brother or I. We’ve been nothing but a burden in his life. He didn’t even come home for his son's burial. He hasn’t even reached out to ask what I was going to do, or how I’m handling everything,” your chest tightens as you finally confess all the heartbreak that has been eating away at you. “I just want the nightmares to go away, and even if I talk to someone about them. They aren’t going to go away,”

Closing your eyes you try your hardest to stop the tears that keep falling. The feeling of his warm skin on your cheek catches you off guard. Opening your eyes, you stare at him as a calloused hand rests on your tear stained cheek ever so gently. He’s touching you as if you’re made of glass that if he’s not careful you’ll shatter into a million pieces. His thumb gently brushes away a tear as it falls down your cheek. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep your brother safe. I didn’t know someone was stupid enough to go after the inner circle,” he sounds like his guilt ridden. That your brother's death is weighing down on him. 

“It’s not your fault,” you aren’t exactly sure if you mean it, but you say it anyway because you don’t want him to think it is. Anyway you look at it, Sung-Ho’s death happened because he was a part of the EXO Gang. His death wasn’t an accident by any means. He was murdered because of his job. 

He takes a deep breath. His hand is still gently resting on your cheek. His hand doesn’t feel foreign, you feel safe in his touch.

“Why did you talk to Sehun?” you ask, needing to know. 

Slowly he removes his hand from you and you suddenly feel cold missing his touch. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. You’ve seen him do this before when he’s frustrated reading a document at the table. You don’t expect him to tell you anything, he never actually does. 

“I found out who killed your brother,” his voice drops an octave. 

The bile climbs up your throat as it takes everything in you not spill the contents of your breakfast on the beautiful rug that is on the floor in front of you. 

Your voice shakes as you ask, “who did it?”

The tears slide down your cheek once again knowing that Junmyeon is going to inform you about who took your brother's life. 

“Are you sure you want to know. I won’t tell you if you’re not ready?”

“I need to know,” you know you weren’t ready for this information, but you can’t go another day not knowing. 

“The Choi family is trying to make moves on my territory. Low level men of theirs ambushed you and your brother. They won’t come for you, but to be safe Sehun is still your personal bodyguard. I don’t trust anyone more than Sehun to keep you safe,” he looks at you with a serious look across his face. He’s gone from the gentle Junmyeon who was wiping away your tears to Suho as they call him. Suho is the fearless leader of EXO. Anyone who works for him outside the inner circle refers to him by that name. Him coming off as Suho to you doesn’t mean he’s being cold toward you, but he’s being serious about your safety coming first.

He looks away from you and stares at the rug below his feet. Without thinking you reach out resting your hand on his arm. You never really touched the man in front of you, but in this intense moment you’re sharing you wish more than anything you could hug him. The feeling of you touching him catches his attention. He looks at you with a serious look on his face. Like he’s trying his hardest to hold it together. 

“Is the man still alive that killed my brother?” The words stumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. 

“No,” the simple single word hits you like a tidal wave. The relief that washes over you makes you feel sick that you’re okay with a man dying. 

“Baekhyun handled it.”

The man who had been sitting in the library with you not long ago avenged your brother but didn’t even say anything. He acted as if it was just another day on the job. 

“The Choi family is moving into my territory, but I want you to know that you will not get hurt. They won’t come near this compound. I will also be leaving at least four of the inner circle with you at all times along with other men guarding the compound,” you realize that his meeting with Sehun was him telling your guard that your brother’s murder was dead, and that Junmyeon already had a plan to keep you safe. 

“What about you. Aren’t they meant to keep you safe?” You feared greatly about the man sitting next to you safety. It was clear he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe, but you prayed that wasn’t going to weaken his defense. 

“Don’t worry about my safety,” he reaches down and rests his hand on his gun that’s tucked into his waistband. 

“I can’t help but worry.”

“I’ll always have Chanyeol, Minseok, Baekhyun, and Yixing with me. All of those men can keep me safe just fine. Whenever I leave you’ll have Sehun, Jongin, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo with you. I’ll have Baekhyun with me because he is the second best shot behind Sehun. You have enough to worry about I don’t need you to worry about me,” a little smile tugs at his lips. 

“I can’t help it,” you sigh, pulling your hand away from his arm. 

“If you ever need to talk about your nightmares I can listen. Just tell Sehun you need to talk or wave down Chanyeol,” he reaches over once again resting his hand on your cheek and pushing away the tears that are drying on your skin. 

“Okay,” you whisper as he pulls his hand away from your skin. 

“I’m sorry to leave but I need to take a call. 

He stands and walks out of the library. The door remains open and Sehun slowly walks inside. You realize right now this is the most casual you’ve seen him dressed. He’s in a sweater with a pair of jeans, and boots. You’re so used to him being in business attire. He stands in the doorway watching as you walk across the room to put the book back. 

You lead the way walking out of the library. Sehun is right behind you the whole way. Heading off into the kitchen. Stopping at the large marble island you look at Sehun who is standing there watching you. He’s not a man of many words but there is something about him that is just so comforting to you. Reaching into the cupboard you pull out that familiar yellow mug you normally have your coffee in. You aren’t sure where it came from or who it belongs to, but you’ve claimed it as your own. Grabbing the kettle off the stove you fill it with water and set it down. Lighting the stove you hear Sehun step closer to you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

You nod your head without even fully thinking. You weren’t okay, but you couldn’t let him know that. He has enough to worry about. He doesn’t need to worry about you. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your life,” you say, not even looking at him as you pull two tea bags from the cupboard. 

“What do you mean?” he responds, sounding confused. 

“I’m assuming prior to me moving in you had a social life of some sorts and maybe a partner. I’m sorry if becoming my full time babysitter ruined that for you,” you know he didn’t ask for this job. He got assigned to you because everyone knew he was the best shot of the group. 

“I don’t really have a social life outside of the events I attend with Junmyeon. I’ve been a part of this group since I was sixteen. This has been my life for as long as I can remember. I also don’t have a girlfriend to worry about,” he says raising his eyebrow. 

“Oh,” you say softly. 

You weren’t even sure what the point of your original statement was. After your conversation with Junmyeon you’re left feeling emotionally unsure of everything. 

“I’m sorry I told him about your nightmare,” he places his hand on the marble counter top near your hand. 

“If you didn’t tell him Chanyeol eventually would. I have no reason to hide them from him. He only wants to help.”

The pressure releasing from the kettle screams. Turning you reach over removing the kettle from the stove. Pouring yourself a cup you feel Sehun's eyes burning into you. Looking up at him you ask him if he would like a cup. He shakes his head and continues to stare at you. Aimlessly you make your cup of tea attempting to distract your mind of the millions of thoughts that seem to plague your mind. 

“Did he tell you about what happened?” He sounds so unsure as he asks you. 

You nod unsure if you can actually speak. 

“I told him I wasn’t sure if you were ready to hear that. You’re already going through a lot,” his low voice is soothing. 

“I needed to know,” you blow on your tea before taking a sip of the scalding liquid. “Does it make me a terrible person that I think I can sleep better knowing the man that killed my brother is dead?” You felt sick to your stomach admitting you were happy that a man lost his life. 

“No not at all.”

“I’m terrified they’re gonna come for me. I’m nothing more than a loose end to the Choi family,” a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of that ruthless family tracking you down. 

“They’re not going to come for you. I won’t let them get near you, and I don’t think you realize how much Junmyeon has up the security at and around the compound. You might constantly see Junmyeon and the inner circle, but you don’t see the twenty men who are constantly outside roaming the property with guns drawn. You’re safe here no matter what,” paused taking a beat staring at you. “I’ll take a bullet for you before I let anything happen to you.”

The thought of Sehun dying to protect you made you want to cry. You couldn’t handle losing another person. You’ve grown to care deeply for the man standing across from you. He’s done nothing but show you kindness and go out of his way to protect you. 

“Please don’t die for me. Another person can die protecting me,” your eyes brim with tears as you clutch your yellow coffee mug. 

“I don’t plan on dying, but I will take someone out to keep you safe,” he steps towards you. There’s very little space between. Slowly he reaches forward and pushes a piece of hair behind your eyes. His fingers linger on your skin for a long moment. The air in the room feels thick as his dark eyes stare at you. 

“Okay.”

*

As night time falls laying in your bed you stare at the window that is covered by the dark curtains. Your mind roams to places it shouldn’t go. You wonder if the man that killed your brother felt any remorse. You wondered if before Baekhyun killed him if he told him about the man whose life he took. A shiver ran down your spine. 

Sitting up you look at the alarm on your nightstand to see it’s one in the morning. Swallowing your dry throat reminds you how thirsty you are. Walking over to the door you open it and close it slowly wondering if Sehun heard you leave your room. You stand in the hallway staring at his door for a long moment. It takes all of about thirty seconds for Sehun to step out in the hallway. He once again dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants with his gun in his waistband. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked. 

Nodding you say, “I needed water.”

Walking off towards the kitchen Sehun follows right behind you. Off to the left of the kitchen you see the flickering lights of the tv letting you know that some of the men were awake. Reaching into the fridge you pull out a bottle of water. Holding it out towards Sehun who is standing about two feet away from you. He takes it from your hand and nods his head. Grabbing a bottle for yourself you close the fridge door and twist off the lid. The cold water feels refreshing as you take a drink. 

“What are you doing up?” You look over to find Junmyeon walking into the kitchen dressed in nothing but a pair of lounge pants that rest low on his hips showing off his beautifully toned body. You’ve rarely seen him dressed in anything other than business attire. This was the first time you had ever seen him shirtless. You notice right away he isn’t carrying a gun like Sehun is. 

“I needed water,” you say. 

“Were you sleeping okay?” He asks, stepping closer to you. 

You shake your head and say, “I haven’t been able to fall asleep yet.”

“Sehun, can I have a moment with her?” he asks, dismissing your guard. Silently he nods and leaves the room head off to the tv room where the flickering lights were. 

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asks when you’re alone. 

That’s a loaded question. You could listen to a handful of reasons why you couldn’t sleep. One of them was the information shared with you today seemed to be taking up every one of your thoughts. 

“I can’t shut my mind off. I have too many things running through my mind,” you say simplifying all the reasons you couldn’t sleep. 

“Why don’t you take a bath and relax?”

Shrugging your shoulders you realize you never even thought about it. In the bathroom attached to your room you had a beautiful marble bathtub you had yet to use. 

“It will help you relax.”

“Why are you awake?” Nervously play with the cap on your water bottle. 

“I couldn’t sleep either. I seem to also have a lot on my mind,” a soft chuckle passes his lips. You aren’t sure if you’ve ever heard him laugh before. His soft laugh makes you feel warm inside. There's something about the way he’s acting around you that feels so normal. He doesn’t have the same wall built up he normally does. He’s acting like a normal man and not a mob boss. “I was going to see what Jongin and Baekhyun are watching.”

“Will watching tv help you sleep?” 

He shakes his head, “no but it will help distract me.”

“Oh.” You were curious to know what was going on in his mind that was so distracting to him. You can’t help but wonder if he’s worried about the aftermath of taking out one of Choi’s men. It’s a thought that has crossed your own mind. 

“Why don’t you go take that bubble bath and relax?” he reaches out and gentles rest his hand on the counter top near yours. 

“Okay. Goodnight Junmyeon.”

A soft smile crosses his lips, “goodnight.”

Walking out of the kitchen you find Sehun waiting for you right past the archway. You examine his face and you can’t help but notice how tired he looks. It’s clear that you have once again interrupted his sleep. The walk to your room is short. You stop at the door looking at Sehun who is intently watching you. 

“Are you going to go to sleep?” he asks. 

You shake your head, “Junmyeon suggested I take a bubble bath to relax.”

His tongue runs across his bottom lip as he nods his head. “When you moved and he sent some of the guys to get your things, he sent Jongdae and Kyungsoo to the store to get things for your room. He also had them get you bath stuff,” in his tired state he’s rambling a little and you can’t help but find it sweet. “Would you like me to show you where some of it is?” 

Nodding you open your bedroom door. He leads you into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet next to your sink he pulls out a bottle of lavender scented bath oil and bubble bath. He sits them on the counter awkwardly and gives you a soft smile. 

He turns on his heels to walk away and before he can exit the room you reach forward grabbing his hand. He stops in his tracks and looks back at you with a confused look. 

“Can you show me how to use the tub? I don’t know which knob turns on the hot water,” you feel like a small child asking for help. You were a grown woman you shouldn’t need a man to walk you through how to use a bathtub. 

His eyes drop down looking at your hand that is still holding on to his. Your cheeks flush bright red suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed. You release his hand and quickly step aside. 

He kneels on the floor next to the marble bathtub and turns on the hot water. You stand there awkwardly watching him. Your eyes can’t help be drawn to his tone back. There was just something about Sehun that just left you constantly in awe. He looked like the boy next door with the boy of a Greek god. He stands up turning around. He’s caught you gawking and his golden skin. 

“Do you need anything else?” 

You shake your head unable to form any actual words. 

“If you need anything I’m right next door.” He walks across the bathroom and stops in the doorway turning back to look at you. You fiddle with the sleeves on your pajama shirt that is too large for your frame. His gaze captures your full attention. “Goodnight,” his voice warms your insides. 

“Goodnight Sehun.”

Standing in the same spot you listen for the sound of your bathroom door shutting before you shut the bathroom door. You slowly strip away your pajamas before pouring the heavenly scented oils into the warm water. Dipping your toes into the wonderfully warm water, a relaxing sensation takes over you. Sinking fully into the water a heavy sigh passes your lips. You sit there for a long moment with your shoulders above the water. You massage the warm into your skin that is still exposed to the air. As your finger passes over the scar that is left from where you were shot you can’t help but shiver. You shake your head trying to not think about the pain the injury caused. Slowly you fully submerge your body except for your head. 

Closing your eyes you lean your head back and softly hum along to the song your mother used to sing to you while you were a child. Since losing your brother you’ve seemed to miss your mother more than ever. The empty feelingin taking over your heart at the fact that you don’t have a family anymore. It’s grown clear to you that your father doesn’t care about you. If he did care he would have come home the moment he heard he lost his son. 

At a young age when you were able to sleep your mother would sing a sweet lullaby to you while she laid in bed with you. After losing your mom at such a young age, you brother learned the sweet lullaby. There were many nights when you were unable to sleep, and Sung-Ho would sit on the edge of your bed and sing the lullaby to you. Tears slowly slide down your cheek thinking of the last time the only two people that truly loved you sang this song to you. 

You’ve cried so much over the last two months you can’t help but wonder if the tears will ever stop flowing. At what point have you cried so much that you just have nothing left inside you. 

Reaching up you wash away your tears. You can’t sit here and cry in the middle of the night. This bath was supposed to relax you, not make you cry. 

You start humming the lullaby hoping that it will bring you comfort. You pray one day that the hole in your chest will be filled. That the sadness that fills you will just one day disappear. 

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting in the bathroom but the water is lukewarm now. The sound of someone knocking on the door startles you. 

You hear your name faintly on the other side of the door. 

“Who is it?” you say. 

There’s another knock and you say something muffled. You’re assuming it’s either Sehun or Jongin. You quickly hop out of the tub and reach for your towel. Before you can even fully wrap the fluffy white towel around you, you lose your footing on the cool marble tile and slip. Your body hits the floor like a pile of bricks. You can’t help but cry out in pain. The sound of the doorknob wiggling makes you reach for your towel quickly covering your wet body. You attempt to wrap it around you to the best of your ability. 

Sehun rushes in looking startled. He drops down in front of you as he says, “are you okay?” 

You nod lying. You can’t help but wince as you try to sit up. 

“I’m sorry I scared you. You’ve been in here for over an hour and I got worried,” his voice shakes slightly. You never heard his voice waver like this before. 

“Sorry,” tug on the towel trying to keep your wet body covered. 

“What did you hurt?” 

“Maybe my wrist,” you realized right away that you might have hurt it when you fell. You hadn’t even tried to move it yet because you were worried it was going to hurt too much. 

“I need to take you Yixing,” he reaches you for you to help you but you quickly push his hands away. If he helps you up there is a good chance he’ll see you naked. The towel you’re wearing is barely covering you. 

“Can you please turn around?” 

He stands quickly and gives you a moment of privacy. You reach for your pajama shirt and quickly pull it on and grab your underwear and shorts that were folded on the counter. 

“You can look back.”

He turns to face you and finds you attempting to stand up. He lifts you effortlessly onto your feet. 

“I’m so sorry I scared you,” he repeats as his eyes are locked on your wrist you’re holding against your chest. 

“I’ll be okay.” You knew this wasn’t his fault at all. This happened because you’re easily startled now on top of being clumsy. 

“I need to have Yixing look at that.” He’s not asking for you to go with him. He’s telling you he needs you to go see Yixing. 

“Okay,” you don’t bother arguing. He needs you to seek medical attention because it’s his job to watch after you. 

Walking out of your bedroom you walk down the hallway with his warm hand gently on your back as he leads you towards the medical area. Passing Junmyeon room you see Chanyeol standing outside the door leaning against the wall looking at something on his phone. 

“Chanyeol please wake Yixing for me and tell him he needs to see her in the medical room,” Sehun says. 

Chanyeol’s eyes immediately are drawn to your wrist that you're holding close to your body. He doesn’t ask any questions, he just nods his head. 

Walking into the medical room Sehun flips on the light and helps you sit on the edge of the bed. He’s staring at you intently watching every single movement you make. His dark eyes lock on yours and you can see how guilty he feels. 

“Sehun,” you say barely above a whisper. You aren’t even exactly sure what you plan on saying to him. But you need to say something. You can’t have him staring at you like he broke you. “It’s okay.”

Before he can even respond, Yixing walks into the room looking half awake. He’s dressed in plaid pajama pants and a grey long sleeve shirt. He pushes his fingers through his dark hair walking towards you. 

“What happened at two in the morning that you got hurt,” he pulls up a chair sitting in front of you. 

“I was taking a bath and slipped.”

“Yixing are you okay if I go real quick. I need to do something,” Sehun says speaking up. 

“Yeah I’ve got her.”

Yixing ever so gently reaches forward taking your wrist in his hand. You can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips as he moves your arm. Your eyes are glassy from the pain as you look up and watch as Sehun leaves the room. You take a deep breath whimpering from pain as Yixing examines your wrist. 

“What did he do?” Yixing asks as he gently rotates your wrist. 

“He didn’t do anything. He startled me and I slipped. It’s not his fault,” you sigh. 

“He clearly doesn’t think that,” his eyes are locked in your wrist and he’s seeing how much you can move it. 

“Are you a doctor?” You’ve been extremely curious about Yixing's medical background since he removed the bullet from your arm and stitched you up the night you lost your brother. 

“You could say that,” he leans back in his chair locking up at you. “I went to medical and everything so technically I’m a doctor, but I never worked in a hospital or anything like that. I went to medical school so I could keep Junmyeon and the rest of the group safe.”

Knitting your eyebrows together you attempt to process the fact that he went through eight years of medical school so he could keep the gang he’s a part of safe. 

You watch as Junmyeon walks into the medical room with Sehun right behind him. 

Junmyeon has an unreadable look on his face as he walks towards you quickly. Sehun is still wearing the same guilt ridden expression. 

“Myeon, she's okay,” Yixing says before Junmyeon can even ask. 

“What’s wrong?” Junmyeon asks. 

“It’s not broken. It looks like she sprang it. I’ll wrap it up and she’ll be okay,” Yixing walks over to the cupboard and pulls out some bandages. Junmyeon stands there intently watching as Yixing wraps your wrist. You can’t help but wince and he moves your wrist around trying to wrap it properly. 

“Yixing and Sehun I need a moment with her.” Junmyeon’s voice is firm as he speaks to his men. 

“I’m going back to bed boss. If you get in too much pain or anything don’t hesitate to get me,” Yixing says looking over at you. 

Sehun looks void of emotion as he looks at you before walking out of the room behind Yixing. Your chest tightens as Junmyeon moves so he’s sitting in the chair Yixing had been sitting in.

“What happened,” his voice sounds so unsure. 

“I fell because I’m clumsy,” you look down at your wrist that is now wrapped in a white bandage. 

He pushes his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh, “Sehun said he hurt you. That you fell because of him.”

“I startle easily now. This isn’t his fault,” you hate that Sehun blames himself for this. This is by no means his fault. Even if he hadn’t startled you there was a good chance you would have slipped on the marble floor. 

“Did you yell at him?” you ask looking up at him. Your eyes are glassy as you try not to cry. Your emotions seem to be running extra high tonight. 

He shakes his head, “I wasn’t going to yell at him until I talk to you. I didn’t think he was foolish enough to do anything to actually hurt you.”

“Please don’t yell at him. This isn’t his fault, Sehun has done nothing but look after me.”

He nods his head and reaches his hand out holding it right in front of your hurt wrist, “can I see?” 

Placing your hand in his he doesn’t move your wrist or anything he just stared at it with an intent look on his face. For a ruthless mob boss he’s extremely gentle when it comes to you. 

“I thought the bath was supposed to help you relax?” He raises his eyebrow looking up at you. 

“It did. Thank you for getting me that bath stuff. Sehun said you had some of the guys get stuff that would help make me feel at home.”

He still holds your wrist as he gives you a soft smile, “your world was ripped apart that night and I want to make this place feel like a home to you.” His smile falters as he takes a breath, “that night I didn’t expect for you to willingly stay here. I was worried you would think I’m holding you captive.”

You never realized that he was worried you wouldn’t stay. That night he talked to you and he just informed you he lived here. He didn’t ask, he just said he needed to protect you. 

“Do you feel like I’m holding you captive,” he looked sad as he asked a question you weren’t prepared for him to ask. 

You shake your head. You knew if you wanted to you could leave. One of the boys would be by your side, but you could leave. 

“I’m not here against my will. I want to be here,” you state. “I don’t feel safe unless I’m here.”

His breathing is low as he focuses on you, “I’m sorry you got hurt. I’ll talk to Sehun later about it.”

He starts to stand up and quickly you say his name and reach for his hand with your good hand. He stops and turns to face you. His lips are pursed together for a long moment as he just stares at you, “thank you for protecting me.”

“It’s my job to protect you,” he looks down at your hand that is holding his wrist. 

“Please don’t yell at Sehun. I promise this isn’t his fault. I know you’re probably mad at him, but just know he feels bad enough without you punishing him for it.” You know this isn’t your place to tell Junmyeon what he does to his men, but this involved you and you couldn’t handle Sehun being in trouble for something he didn’t do. 

You release his hand and he walks over to the door pushing it open. He calls Sehun’s name and your bodyguard slowly steps inside. You can’t help but notice during all of this he’s still opted out of wearing a shirt, but you do notice that he now has his gun tucked into his waistband. 

“Sehun don’t let it happen again,” Junmyeon places his hand on the younger man's shoulder. 

“Yes sir.”

The exchange between them is so formal. It's a reminder that even though Junmyeon is kind to you, it’s easy to forget what he does for a living. This exchange reminds you that he is indeed in charge of the men that live in this compound with you. 

“YN, please be careful. If you need anything happens again come to me first.”

His words must feel like salt being rubbed into an open wound for Sehun. He closes his eyes taking a deep breath before nodding. 

You want to cry at the fact that the defeated look that plays across Sehun is your fault. You should have just gone to bed, you shouldn’t have taken the bath attempting to relax. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper with your voice shaking. 

He takes another deep breath, “you have nothing to be sorry for. This is my fault.”

Closing your eyes you push back the tears threatening to fall. Standing up, you walk past the wounded looking Sehun. Walking down the hall you hear footsteps behind letting you know that he’s right behind you. Stopping at your door you turn to find Sehun stopping by his door.

The hallways feel small as you stare at each other for a long moment. Things between you suddenly feel different and you wish you could rewind time. He doesn’t deserve the defeat look he wears as he stares at you. 

You open your bedroom door without saying anything to Sehun and shut it quickly. Leaning your body against the door you take a deep breath as tears begin to slide down your cheeks. The overwhelming feeling takes over you as you cry. Reaching up you push your tears away telling yourself to stop. 

Walking across your room slowly you lay down in your bed. Crawling into the middle of the bed that is way too large for one purse you curl up under the cover praying sleep will find you. This night has been overwhelming enough. It’s not long before your eyes grow too heavy and sleep finds you. 

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[marshmallow-phd]

Worth Living

Part of the EXO Mafia Universe

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jongin x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a rewrite that I have put into the same universe as Sins of the Father/Secret in His Eyes/ Watchful Eyes/ Stolen Stitches

**

The view of you was distorted through the bottom of the glass, but Jongin could still make out the small flickers your gaze sent his way. Even from this distance, he could see the glimmer of longing, the mischief of a secret. He wasn’t allowed to approach you, not here. This place… it was too dangerous. Too many watchful eyes, too many loose lips. A single whisper could be more dangerous than a poisoned cup of wine in this place. 

So, though it pained him to be so indifferent, he kept his distance, leaning against the bar with one elbow while the opposite hand clutched the short glass of scotch. A woman who’s name started a “B” - or perhaps it was a “P” - was trying desperately to gain his attention. He didn’t even comprehend what she was saying. Eventually, she gave up and sauntered up to her next possible victim. Now alone, Jongin risked a more clear view. 

You looked beautiful. Wearing the same dress from the night you first met, you nodded at the man who was speaking with you. It was almost like a taunt, the sparkle in your eye just adding to the torture. Or maybe Jongin was simply interpreting it that way. 

As far as the criminal underworld and upright political sphere was concerned, the two of you weren’t associated in any way. As the daughter of a rival mafia leader, you were kept away from this world for the most part, for your protection. But every once in a while, your father had brought you to events like these, treating you like a fashion accessory or luxury car to show off. You were proof that he had it all - on the surface anyway.

At first, Jongin had no interest in you. He was too busy charming the potential investors and associates for Junmyeon - and watching his own back in the meantime - to care about the girl capturing everyone else’s attention and hushing their voices. When he did look at you, he only saw a girl who knew nothing about this life. There were no fireworks, no failing of his breath. The moment of eye contact was void of anything that the fairytales spoke of. But things had changed quickly as that particular night went on.

“Eyeing some new real estate?” Jongdae slid up beside him and motioned for a drink of his own from the bartender.

Jongin scoffed as his thoughts came back to the present, all but tossing down his glass where it rattled against the marble surface. “Very funny, Chen.” 

“You’re the one with wandering eyes,” Jongdae shrugged. He leaned forward on the bar with both elbows, facing the opposite direction. He didn’t know about the two of you - no one did, not even Junmyeon - but he could be perceptive. He was the one who had seen the full extent of Junmyeon’s feelings for his wife. With those sharp eyes, he could see Jongin glancing constantly in your direction and that was dangerous. It was probably best that Jongin ended his night here.

“I didn’t realize that observing the room was a bad thing.”

“Observing a room is innocent.” Jongdae threw up a look to Jongin. “But focusing on a certain mob boss’ daughter isn’t.”

Still feigning ignorance, Jongin rolled his eyes. “Keep making up stories, Jongdae. The guys will have a field day with your latest round of stories.”

“Whatever you say, Kai.” Jongdae took a drink as Jongin clapped him on the shoulder.

Heart thumping hard in his chest, Jongin shuffled his way through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hi or have a short conversation with an informant or customer. Being here, seeing you but having to pretend not to care, it was too hard. Each time he had to come to an event where you were, it grew harder. There was no way he could concentrate on what Junmyeon’s contacts were saying when his thoughts were so preoccupied. Leaving was the only option. He’d send apologies later. Wining and dining always worked in his favor. And Junmyeon would understand if Jongin came up with a good enough excuse. Shoulders slumped and energy drained, he headed out of the stuffy conference room of the hotel, down the elevator and to the valet waiting outside.

It took too long for his liking for his car to be brought up, but he gave a generous tip anyway and sped back to his place.

Jongin loved living on top of the world.

Alright, so it wasn’t the top of the world, but it was a penthouse that took up the entire top floor of one of the tallest high-rises in the city. Walls made of glass gave him a breathtaking view of the streets below. Up here, he felt relaxed, away from the danger and the fast pace of the lifestyle he chose. Only Junmyeon had a bigger, grander place. And that was mostly only out of courtesy on Jongin’s end. 

Reaching out, Jongin placed a hand against the cold glass, staring at nothing in particular. Fog crept up from his fingers to create a perfect outline. The world was at his feet, hardly any path barred. Surrounded by luxury, he had almost everything he wanted. Funny how that works. You can live a life where you want for nothing, but the moment you find something you can’t have, you need it. It was even worse when he didn’t want it in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jongin frowned, his hand dropping from the glass. The sharp outline of his fingers stood for a few seconds before quickly fading away. 

Who could that possibly be this time of night?

Making his way to the front door, Jongin took out the gun that rested on his hip. He had his back against the wall so he was side by side with the entrance, the only thing between him and the door being the monitor that he had forgotten to turn back on. As quietly as he could, he scanned his thumbprint on the little box below the screen, bringing it to life. The harsh light of the monitor lit up the darkened foyer. A sigh of relief blew out from his lips.

A black pea coat and hat covered most of the figure’s features, but he still knew that outline better than anyone else.

Putting his gun down next to the small white vase on the foyer table, he opened the door just wide enough for you to scurry in. After locking up again, he turned to you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked almost breathlessly. It could almost be considered a hiss. Very bad scenarios started rattling around his head. 

With a shrug, you took off the hat and peeled out of the coat. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. Especially after I noticed that you’d left.”

Jongin shook his head, not meeting your eyes. “I wasn’t really in the mood for all the schmoosing.”

“Are you ever?” A teasing smile pulled up in the right hand corner of your lips. You stepped a little closer, but didn’t reach out for him. 

A groan rumbled in Jongin’ throat as he leaned his head back. Eyes closed, he fought with himself.

Going on like this was dangerous. More for him than you. The most your father would do to you would be something along the lines of stop taking you to the large gatherings of the families and keep an army of bodyguards around at all times. Him, though? He’d be dead. Perhaps left in an alley or dumped in the bay. Or there would be an all out war with Junmyeon. Either way, he’d get a bullet in his head. And his family could be torn apart. 

But he loved you. So much that he could forget about how every minute with you put his life at risk. Because when he was with you, he was more. More than just a gangster, more than a greedy criminal with a smooth vocabulary and handsome face. You were different from the others because while you could understand this life he lived, you weren’t tainted by it. Your father had somehow succeeded in keeping you out of this dark underworld and for that, Jongin was thankful.

At his lack of response and obvious body language, you nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go… and leave you alone.”

You were barely able to unlock the door and open it an inch before Jongin was slamming it shut, whirling you around to crush his lips against yours. He held on tight, but not too much that you were in pain. He could never hurt you. He would never dream of such a thing. These hands might have been tainted with blood, but with you, they could pretend to be clean again. 

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with each little word.

Your answer? A kiss. Gentle and sweet, soft and full of love.

**

You were sulking. You knew it. Your father knew it. In the corner of the lounge, you stood apart from everyone else, arms crossed over your chest and wine glass in hand. While your face was neutral, it was getting harder and harder to contain the irritation underneath. The attitude must have been radiating from you since no one was daring to approach you. 

This was the last place you wanted to be. For the last few “get togethers” of your father’s friends, you’d been conveniently unavailable – out of the country, away at school, horribly sick. But it seemed your luck had run out finally and now, after a good hour long fight with your father, you were forced to be dragged along like a puppy on a leash. Somehow you were expected to be both aware of who exactly was around you and completely naive of what they did for a living. You never chose to be your father’s daughter. If you actually had a choice, you would have ran as far as you could a long time ago. 

You’d heard the rumors of what your father did for a living, what gave you the lavish life you’d known since birth. He was not a good hearted businessman. You didn’t know the extent of his crimes and you didn’t ever want to know. But that innocence didn’t stop him from showing the others that he was a family man, that he had a daughter he was proud of, like that put him above the rest. 

In the beginning, when you’d first arrived, too many people had come up to you and engaged in conversations that you didn’t care to have. Shallow, meaningless words. These people were only kind to you because you were the mysterious daughter of the most powerful man in the room. Someone they had heard about, but the man they feared had kept hidden. You had shut that down quickly with curt answers until they finally left you alone. 

“A frown doesn’t really belong on that beautiful face.”

Resisting the temptation to roll your eyes, you looked to see who’d decided to interrupt the solitude you had worked so hard for. Your neutral expression morphed into a deep frown. You had no idea who this man was.

Tall, silver hair, a smirk that was not at all attractive even given his somewhat handsome face. You took a swig of wine, carefully swallowing it before replying, “Too bad. It’s my favorite accessory.” That you weren’t even wearing in the first place. However, all men interpret a blank face as a frown on a woman.

“Now, don’t be like that,” the man purred, slinking in closer to you. Your eyes scanned the room for your father, but he was nowhere to be found. If he got even a whiff of what this man was doing….

“Last I checked, I could be any way I wanted. Now, please leave.” Your hand gripped the glass tighter towards your chest, a giveaway to how brave you actually were in this moment.

The man’s smirk deepened. “Give me a smile and then maybe I will.”

You scowled. “How about I give you-”

“Back off, Xiao Fe.”

A new man entered the conversation, even taller than your unwanted guest. He stared down at the first, apparently called Xiao Fe, with a hardened look and a raised eyebrow. “Unless you want to end up tortured in the back of a van?”

Xiao Fe straightened up, unaffected by the threat. “I’m not scared of you, Jongin.”

“I don’t give a crap about what your level of self preservation rests at,” Jongin shrugged. “But given who her father is, I think he would care a whole deal on how you’re speaking to his daughter.”

“Her father?” Xiao Fe looked at you. He measured you up and down and then laughed. “The old man finally brought you out of the dungeon, huh?”

“Just get out of here before I throw you out a window,” Jongin growled.

Something must have finally broken through because the idiot listened, stalking off. But not before throwing one last wink your way.

Rolling your eyes, you started off in the opposite direction.

“Wow, not even a thanks?” Jongin asked sarcastically. You barely turned around enough to look at him.

“Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your help. So… no. I don’t think a thanks is really in order.”

The gangster shook his head. “Typical princess behavior.”

“Don’t act like you know a thing about me,” you hissed. Your grip was getting dangerously tight on the glass and the champagne flute didn’t feel that sturdy in the first place. “Now, it’s probably your turn to walk away before my father sees. Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about you talking to me, now would we?”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Jongin mocked. “Just don’t expect me to be there the next time you need help.”

You stared daggers into his back as he blended into the crowd, silently cursing at the fact that he was able to get in the last word. 

Deciding that you’d had enough, you downed the rest of your white wine and headed for the elevator. No one stopped you as you stepped into the little box that would take you to the ground floor of the hotel. Your father’s bodyguards tended to not watch you as closely as they were supposed to; a good thing, working in your favor on many occasions. You weren’t planning on going anywhere specifically, just away. Away from that room, away from those people, and away from your father. You’d probably simply end up in the back of the car to wait for your father to be done in a few hours or so.

Outside, the air was chilly, almost icy. The faintest wisps of white fog left your lips with each breath. You pulled your coat in closer to you as you searched the parking lot for the familiar SUV. Your father always preferred the bigger, more fortified cars than the tiny luxury vehicles. Finding the right one, you hurried over to get out of the cold. But, of course.

The door was locked.

Why didn’t you think about that before you came all the way down here?

You groaned and let your forehead rest against the tinted window with a tock. What a wonderful idea this turned out to be. You really didn’t want to go back upstairs. Maybe you’d be able to hold out here in the cold? Your chatting teeth begged to differ. 

“Well, what an easy catch this was.”

Oh. Crap.

A pair of hands grabbed you before you could even think about running away.

Xiao Fe looked on smugly as you struggled against his goon’s grip. One hand covered your mouth, muffling your throat-tearing screams for help, while his other arm caged you in against his chest. The two of them dragged you over into the alleyway, out of the eyes of someone who could possibly help.

“You know, I might actually feel bad if you hadn’t been so icy earlier,” Xiao Fe teased. The only response you could give was a glare as sharp as a knife. “I’m sure your father will hand over quite the pretty penny to get you back. Oh, how I wish I could see his face once he-”

Bang!

The limbs that had been tight a moment ago now loosened and fell away. The man who had been holding onto you dropped to the ground, dead. Blood poured from the gaping hole in his neck onto the dark asphalt by your feet. Xiao Fe was quick, taking the place of the goon. His own hold around your waist wasn’t as strong, but the gun he pulled out and pressed against your head was incentive enough not to fight back.

Jongin emerged from the shadows, gun still smoldering from the first shot as he held it up in your direction. “Give this up, Xiao Fe, and I won’t tell her father what you tried to do.”

Xiao Fe laughed behind your ear. “Like I could take you at your word. How do I know you’re not looking to get a reward for stopping me?”

“I’ve got enough money,” Jongin said. “I don’t need to beg for pennies when I’m stealing dollars. I’m just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret.”

“Not a chance,” Xiao Fe growled. “Just move along. No one will know you were involved if you leave now. Poor Malcum here will just simply disappear.”

Jongin hesitated. His eyes lowered to your own fear-filled gaze. Silently, you were begging him not to leave. To not leave you in the hands of this monster. Who knew what he would do to you once he got you alone? There were plenty of things he could do while waiting for your father’s payment. 

Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, Jongin took a step forward. Xiao Fe retaliated, shooting Jongin in the shoulder.

“NO!” you screamed out. Jongin fell back onto the ground. He clutched the spot where the bullet had torn through the skin, red liquid oozing from between his fingers. Xiao Fe struggled to keep you locked in his grip as you fought to get away, to get to Jongin before he bled out. You hardly knew this man – you didn’t know him at all, really – but something inside of you was desperate to get to him, to make sure he was okay. The idea of him dying - because of you and your stupidity - was unbearable.

Moving up to his knees, Jongin grunted and looked up at you. He motioned with his free hand for you to get down. Immediately, you bent forward, giving him a clear shot. And he met the target.

Xiao Fe dropped like a marionette doll, eyes wide open and empty.

You scrambled over to Jongin, pressing your hands on top of his to try and slow down the bleeding. But he pushed you away, leaving his blood behind on your bare arm.

“Get out of here,” he huffed out in between ragged breaths.

“No, we have to get you to a hospital!” You tried unsuccessfully to pry his hand away from his shoulder. All that accomplished was him shoving you away again.

“Go! Now! I’ll be fine!”

You didn’t believe him. You weren’t dumb enough to believe that he would be fine as blood continued to pour from his wound.

“Jongin-”

But he didn’t say anything else as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body slumped to the ground.

“NO!”

**

With a sharp gasp, the force of you flinging up into a sitting position was enough to rattled Jongin from his sleep. Your breaths were shallow, coming out quickly as you searched around his bedroom frantically. Even in the dark, he could see the panic in your eyes. You blinked fiercely, threatening to cry. Gently coaxing you into his arms, he shushed softly into your ear until your breath became even and your limbs no longer trembled.

“Bad dream?” he asked when you relaxed against his chest. You nodded, refusing to look up at him. He pushed a little more. “What did you dream about?”

The answer came so low that he had to strain to hear you correctly. “The night we met.”

“Wow.” He laughed in hopes to lighten the mood. “Good to know that you think of us meeting as a nightmare.” That made you send a fist into his stomach. It knocked the air out of him, but he still laughed through it. Having you here did that to him. Rare were the times that you spent the night, that he could have you until the sun crept up though the curtains. Most of the time, one of you had to sneak off into the dark before you were caught.  

You weren’t laughing now, though. With the tip of your finger you traced the outlining scar from the bullet he’d taken for you. When the bullet had ripped through his shoulder, he’d called himself an idiot. He’d told you only minutes prior that he wouldn’t come to your rescue again, but there he was, playing the white knight. Dying for the daughter of an enemy criminal. But in turn, you saved him, too.

Somehow, you’d managed to get him to the hospital, keeping him alive. But you were gone before he woke up, only the nurses giving him clues to how he’d ended up there, who had been the angel that brought him in. A week later when Junmyeon let him out of bed, he was tracking you down again. It took skill to find the opportunity to talk to you, finding you alone without your bodyguards. He’d managed to “accidentally run into you” to give his thanks. And then he decided that he needed to see you again. And again. From there, the two of you were constantly having “accidental” run-ins. 

“Mutual stalking” was your playful nickname for the game.

It didn’t take long for the feelings to bubble to the surface. Both of you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. Fear of discovery was always in the back of his mind and yours, but the bond between the two of you, the connection that kept bringing you back. And it had all led to his inability to let you go, even when he knew it would be better for you if he did.

“Raul got hurt two nights ago,” you whispered suddenly.

Raul was one of your father’s closest confidants. The fact that you knew about him getting hurt meant it must have been bad. “Is he okay?”

You nodded. “He’ll live. At least... that’s what Father said. But I don’t know if that’s the truth or if he was only trying to placate me.”

Jongin caressed your face in an attempt to sooth the frown away. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes. A bit.” Finally, you looked up at him. “I just thought of you. Of you getting hurt. Or worse.” Without warning, you jumped on him, kissing him deeply. You rose up on your knees and Jongin steadied you with his hands on your hips. Only when you needed air again did you pull away. “I can’t stand not knowing what you’re doing, whether you’re alright or not. To go weeks without seeing you… I can’t keep living like this.”

Jongin furrowed his eyebrows. “I know it’s tough. I hate it, too. But your father-”

“Take me away.” You begged. “Please? I can’t take these short nights anymore. I need you. Every day. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt in this life and I might never know.”

So tempting a poison. “Your father-”

“We can go where he can’t find us.” Your eyes were desperate, hoping for the answer you were seeking. 

Jongin had thought about it before. Taking you away and keeping you for himself. But he didn’t want to be selfish, to pull you away from the life you’d always known. And even though you were here, asking him to do that very thing, he still had his own family to think about. 

What would Junmyeon say? Would he yell at Jongin, call him an idiot for getting involved with the enemy’s daughter? But Junmyeon knew what it was like to love someone so much it hurt. And he knew what it felt like to almost lose that person. Jongin hoped and prayed like he had never done before that Junmyeon would understand. 

Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up and put you down playfully on the bed, getting a squeal out of you. 

“If you’re serious,” he said after kissing you, “then I’ll talk to Junmyeon. If anyone can help us, it’s him.”

A smile spread across your face. “Do you mean it?”

“Absolutely. I can’t ever tell you no.”

This was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing he would ever do in his life. And he’d been in shootouts, undercover missions, and stared down the sharp end of a knife. But you were worth it. You were every breath he took. So he would take the chance. It would be a short life together if your father found out and decided that he didn’t approve. If you were willing to risk it, however, then he would meet you on the treacherous path. 

Because, even with this apartment and all the gold in the bank, a life without you wasn’t worth living. 

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4.

Featuring:

Mob Boss Kim Minsoek 'Xiumin' × Reader (OC- Yaya)

Mob Doctor × Reader (OC- Yaya)

EXO Ensemble

Cold, distant and unyielding with his twin knives for choice at any gun fight, was what Xiumin, was known for. That was all in the darkness and away from her. With her, Minsoek is a loving university sweetheart. Yixing and the rest of the group are worried for them and their time apart. Will it compromise our couple's safety?

Yaya (OC)- Is Minseok's university sweetheart now married to him, and works for the Blue House as a translator. Will she connect the dots of her work and Minseok's other work?

Warnings: Angst.

AN: Urgh Min... keeps breaking Yaya's heart. Junmyeon to the rescue?

In the spirit on my and Minsoek’s shared birthday month. March Babies ALERT!

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Later that week, on the date night, police had that nearly trapped them, when they made a narrow escape.

The group was to seize a gun shipment, they had been led to by a mole they had silenced after extracting information from him.

"How could you have missed that, Yeol? I had double checked with you, repeatedly, about whether the information checked out or not."

"Boss, apart from my Japanese being sketchy at best, they had been swapped out. I just about figured out the trap, when the sirens blared from across the dock."

"Fuck! You have a mole; you need to nullify. Fast."

"D.O., go help him out and make sure that shipment is here first thing tomorrow."

The short man, favoured thigh holsters for his midnight blue coated, pistols. They matched his entire on-the-job, dark coveralls and his apron at the restaurant. He chose the practicality of his wear.

The taller of the two, always wore a body suit under his clothes in case he took a dive into the fridgged waters in the middle of the night. His diving equipment always ready in his car and a backup by the docks. His two pistols hung behind his back on their holster, inspired by Lara Craft in the video game.

"I'll make sure of that, boss." Their maknae's serious face, meant all games had been set aside, especially being the One to have pulled the grazing shot. Minsoek knew that he had done was a hell of a lot of risk and gutsy. At his work, his loyalties were being questioned and suspicions had risen around him about a mole in his Organised Crimes Unit.

Being their best marksman, he was off to explain his near miss and clear the way for the other pair to re-seized their good.

"And, Sehunnie, you did good today."

"And Yaya-ssi could have lost you had I done better for either side." He visibly shook away his haunted features, stifling a shudder.

Within the group, he took being a hyung to Yaya, for the first he's ever played that role, very seriously. He always took them by surprise when he has such selfless reactions or his over protectiveness towards her.

"I got him." Myeon walked the younger man out. The latter, still clad in his tactical squad uniform, to sneak out the compound. His Barret 47 rifle slung as low as heel nearly nipping at it with the muzzle peeping over his shoulder and to think he was the second tallest of all of them.

The older man loved his books, but knew how handle the equipment of his 'on-field' duty. He sometimes surprises his victims when he swings his palm gun holster from the side to onehandedly pull is trigger.

"Baek and Dae, give him safe passage." He ordered over the comms as he jumped off the bed, rebuttoning his shirt.

"We’re on it." The hacker paused then broke in again, "Boss, a threat has been made. It just came through and I am working on it." There was a clipped tone, giving away his shear focus and alarm.

"Another one? I’ll check it later after I…"

"Sorry to cut you off, Boss, but that is exactly it. I’m still decoding it and from what I have gathered.

The threat is not to you, per say."

"Spit it out, Baekhyun." He growled.

They all heard the man swallow from the other side.

"I’m still not fully certain, but it seems to be a personal one, rather than about business.

There were intakes of breaths and all the other white noise ceased. Everyone on the comms was on alert. A business threat solely revolved around the members and work of the mafia, and never an individual out of the group. It was obvious to deduce a personal threat to be the made to the group’s loved ones.

"There is still time to reach her. The night is not over, yet." Dae braved a quiet chip in.

His head was swimming with contingencies, protocols and other preparations in place when such threats arisen. In the last year, he had been weather threat after threat, with each absorption and takeover of gangland territory. It had leaked that he was married, no matter how hard Myeon, Nini, and his hackers had tried to keep the news and paperwork up wraps.

"They could be watching my place."

He gestured the obvious, at his shirt, looking up to the camera in the room.

"You have fine designer collections in this mansion, the country and beach homes too." Yixing’s pistol lay on the trolley, useless. He was busy with cleaning his workstation and disposing of bio-hazardous waste, "Be weary. I may have an answer to your following excuse, hyung."

"Her life is in danger, how is that an excuse in your head? "

"Baek is still decoding and deciphering," he looked over his shoulder, from washing his hands in the sink, towelling them and unrolling his shirt sleeves. "Until then, it could be a threat to either one of our loved ones. Listen to Dae and I, and go to her. There may be a reason for her call to have dinner, tonight."

Why was everything around him, screaming the truth of his friends' words? He would, however, not risk knowing all the facts first before potentially leading the yet to be known rivals to her.

He screamed inside, as his shoes were the only sound trailing his exit. The doctor sighing in near defeat at his friend's stubborn glare, seeing a decision was made.

Later Minsoek would break his own heart, watching her reactions, taking another cancellation... another abandonment... more neglect.

"Seo-In, right? Yaya’s friend from university?... yes, I am her husband now… can you reconnect with her this evening, she needs you." He had shut off the phone, but was surprised to find one of his friends, hijacking the evening and ushering the old friend away with his charms, from the open door and a confused Yaya.

"Myeon what are you doing there? He muttered to himself, but could not stay any longer, when his phone buzzed with a message he was waiting for.

Come to my office and see this for yourself.

More information about us seems to have leaked and fallen to the wrong hands.

Yaya may just be in the core of it.

-BBH

He would find out later what his friend was up to, because he had sprinted across the mansion to the hacker’s dim hideout.

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Yaya had decided on a dinner date, since he would not agree on a night out even if it were for an hour in the most exclusive dinning houses in the city.

She had decided on a dinner date at home, as she set up the table with her inspiration from an aesthetics image from Pinterest. Her nails, hair and dress were all either new or well pampered for the evening. She will admit, though, her feet and back screamed at all the activity and emotions of the day’s preparations for the night. Years back, she would go through such lengths when Min was taking her clubbing and also at Kyungsoo’s graduation day, the day he was awarded his Michelin Star and the night of his restaurant opening.

She was surprised to have had her friend, one of which she knew Min asked to keep her distance, standing outside her door. Just as she was welcoming the old friend, Junmyeon appeared.

"Hyung, I was not expecting to see you… uhm, this evening. " She winced at the sound of her lack of gratitude, in her voice.

"I see. " He had taken in her body-hugging evening dress, she wore that night as her early goodbyes to it and her figure, "You look as beautiful as ever."

A flood of warmth washed over her face and down her neck. The second oldest in her husband’s circle always knew how to render her into a flustered mess. His grace and gentlemanly ways, were every girl’s dream to experience.

He opened his hand, waiting for her to place her hand in it. She did, as he leaned down to lightly brush his lips over her fingers.

"May I come in?" He straightened and his eyes shone, just as his face glowed in the dim light.

"Uhm, tonight, I’m having dinner with Min and he will be here soon. She glanced at the oven’s clock.

The quick spin, caused her falter into a wobbly step back, which Junmyeon caught with a gently hand on her back.

"Be careful, at least for me… otherwise Min will kill me if you got hurt under my watch."

She smiled up sheepishly, recovering her footing, pushing away the urge to rub her eyes and shake her head. She had tried her best to use as little spices and flavours in her cooking, but it was all useless.

She didn’t know how she would sit the evening through the nausea, after spending the rest of her afternoon over the clinging onto the toilet seat, slumped on the floor.

"He is not coming tonight, Yaya. Something came up this evening and he won’t be able to make it."

He must have seen her confusion and hurt, as her head rang with the words of disappointment. She gulped down a breath with a dumbfounded nod.

"Do you know where he may be?"

She walked aimlessly into the room, hearing the door click shut behind her. She had half expected to be left alone once more. She was startle when he walked around her to bring her to an abrupt stop when he planted himself in front of her. She leaned her throbbing head onto his chest. He never touched her.

From all Yaya could remember, he never touched unless it were a kiss on her fingered in greeting or departure. And that gesture was last felt years ago, on their one and only encounter. He and Jongdae were the one to have visited once. While the others brave upsetting Min, for a few minutes with her. Only Yixing, Jongin and Kyungsoo stayed for hours with her. Jongin sometimes called off work for a day, to spend it with her old bakery, the museum or in her home.

She clung to the quiet man’s arms, overcome with emotion.

"Yaya-ssi please don’t do this to yourself."

"I just need to know… especially this evening."

"Why don’t I take my phone and have you call him, to find out."

She wanted with all her might, but lately she had known to trust her husband’s choice to stay away.

Her hand had clutched at the phone, but could not get herself to dial the number. She was so conflicted and lightheaded, her legs just about gave way, from under her.

He caught her shoulders before her knees hit the floor. Turning her, he lowered the two of them to the floor. Her back over his lap.

"Yaya! What is wrong?"

"Nothing, she lied, can we just lie here for a bit. I don’t think I can sleep on my own in that room on that bed."

She watched the man, above her, have his own conflicts wage war across his face. She had caught herself, brushing a hand over her flat belly. He immediately spotted her movement, and watched as he connected the dots she was not were formed already.

"Yaya? "

Not wanting him to say the words, she clung to his shirt silenced him. Her small nod confirmed it all.

Yaya watched as pain, frustration, anger, joy and greater pain once more whirl around his face. His body vibrated with emotion.

Another question, formed, when he had looked up to the dinner table set up and took her in once more, with much more sober eyes.

‘Does he know?’

She shook her head.

‘Was all of this about this?��� His eye roamed up and down her lying form rested on his lap, then his eye came rest on her flat belly.

She reached her hand to his chin, night stubble had surfaced, and tilt his head to meet her eyes.

She nodded her answer.

He looked long and hard above her head, towards the top kitchen cabinet corner. A place she seldomly reached for. He kept his eyes from her.

"Hyung, please say something… to me. Don’t shut me out, too."

"Then bed it is." He gathered her up, over his arms and carried her towards her bedroom, "No objections." He walked down the passage to the far end door on his left.

"When you see him, people don’t do or say anything. I still need the two of you alive in the months and years to come." she whispered into his ear, tears stinging her eyes.

He nodded as he tilted his head to the side, to her allow to comfortably bury her face in his neck, as she began to sob.

"But I still need to take care of you tonight, and every other night."

He entered her bedroom, and instead of the bed, he turned into the doorway in her closet. He paused, before gently lowering her down to the bench she knew was hers. It was directly opposite

Minsoek’s. the two benches lined the path into the ensuite bathroom and behind each individual’s bench was their side of the spacious yet narrow room. Her pastel tones over his masculine tones were balanced out by the warm focal lighting. It had been Minsoek’s idea that they stay in his apartment after they married, until he was ready or they grew out this place.

"I will admit that I am a little apprehensive to leave you alone, in your state, but I must." He crouched down to her level, "Yaya can I trust to leave you to shower and change all on your own?"

She looked to the bathroom, and back at the troubled eyes masking the anger. She nodded.

#exo kim minseok #exo minseok #kim minseok #exo fanfic #exo xuimin #exo x oc #minseok #xiumin aesthetic #xiumin

[junmyeonning]

~Masterlist~

Hi everyone :) so I decided to put all of my work so far in one masterlist for easy access 💓 i’ll always update it when new stuff is out.

Thanks for all the notes and support, it makes me so happy and encourages me to make more!! 💕

Disclaimer: almost everything is mature content!! Beware.

Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho)

Series:

Touch Me - p.0.5 , p.1 , p.2

One Shots:

Ardour

Movie Night >request

Drabbles:

“I want you right now”

Mob boss Suho >request

#exo #exo smut #suho smut #junmyeon smut #suho #junmyeon #kim junmyeon #junmyeon fanfic #exo fanfic #suho fanfic #exo masterlist

[kaisooficrec]

Hello mods ! thank you for your great work! I'm actually searching for fics with soft or shy jongin with protective or caring Kyungsoo.

Thanks a lot 😍we love it so much, there aren’t enough fics with shy/soft nini and protective/caring soo in our humble opinion hehe

Through Subject - jongin’s brother, Junmyeon, asks his friend kyungsoo to help tutor jongin in English. Kyungsoo is very patient and attentive to jongin, who is shy and smitten with his crush on him. 

Pretty When You Cry - established relationship. kyungsoo finds out he get turned on when jongin cries, but doesn’t forget aftercare :D jongin is soft and will do anything for kyungsoo’s pleasure. Kyungsoo will also do anything for jongin’s pleasure and takes good care of him. 

Bottled Confessions - jongin is a prince and kyungsoo is his guard. someone is trying to kill prince jongin, the man he loves. 

I like hyung a lot - kyungsoo is studying abroad and staying with a host family. his host family has a son, jongin, who has a super obvious crush on him. hhhh THIS fic got me super soft and drooling. 

Death’s Imprint - jongin is a college student that starts working at the company kyungsoo is the CEO of. Kyungsoo is Death and is protective of jongin.

Double Trouble - jongin and kai are twins that have two very different personalities and both have a crush on kyungsoo. Jongin is super shy and soft and kyungsoo is so sweet to him :’)

Two Sugars - fashion magazine editor soo falls in love with a soft cute barista/stripper jongin who’s younger and inexperienced but soo teaches him everything about sex ghnhhgh

Chef’s Kiss - basically jongin watches tv for a very popular and handsome chef do and he’s smitten (and h0rny too kkfg) he’s also shy when soo notices him from the online comments hahaha

Mafia Boss - kyungsoo is the mafia mob leader / vampire and has his secretary jongin by his side. he has to protect jongin since they got an unexpected news from him (mpreg)

Close To Home - jongin is a vlogger who is on his journey to find the best dick in the galaxy and his best friend soo is the most caring and supportive bff he could ever ask for, but jongin has a huge crush on him tho, mutual pining ;;;u;;;

million shades [red is here, as well as others] - kyungsoo is assigned to be jongin’s protector he was trained his whole life for it and then got sold at 17. he recognises the senator’s son as someone he saved from bullying in school long time ago. jongin is attached to kyungsoo who protects him. soft jongin

Unexpected Mate - w/ side hunhan. jongin n ksoo imprints on e/o when jongin was just a kid. soo knows nini is his mate but he waits for jongin to become an adult to tell him but jongin always knew soo was going to be his mate. 

Fanservice - cute drabble, non au. jongin watches fan reacting to them doing fanservice. he’s sleepy and pouty, cute and whining to kyungsoo that he’s tired an kyungsoo dotes on him. baby nini and caring soo

nothing scares you about me and you - well well if this isnt’ another gem from verseau >:) roommates kaisoo are just friends, best friends, but omega jongin is so oblivious and keeps hooking up with other alphas even though he loves kyungsoo’s scent and kyungsoo also has his fair share of omegas which riles jongin to no end, yet he won’t admit they’re made for each other.

This Could Be Messy - very soft fluff neighbours au, kyungsoo is a chef and lives a quiet a bit lonely life but his new neighbour, college student jongin changes that with his clumsy, shy but very sweet personality. kyungsoo also always cooks for him hghf sweet mutual pining :’))

I Don’t Mind - smut, fluff, the sexual tension is so palpable here. very shy and beautiful jongin is smitten with his boyfriend but has has some secret about his work he’s afraid to tell him. kyungsoo cares about jongin and is very understanding and accepting!

- Admin R & Admin J

#kaisoo #kadi #exo #admin r #fic request #j #r:shy kai #r:protective soo

[serenzippity]

The Scales - Codename: Demons

↳ Im Jaebum

Alias: Jaebum Codename: Heir

Hometown: Goyang City Birthday: January 6th, 1991 Gender: Male Height: 5’10” Eyes: Black Hair: Black Family: Parents (alive) Relationships: Former Girlfriend (deceased)

Occupation: CEO of JYP Enterprises

Status: Alive

Im Jaebum is the epitome of what it means to be a powerful man. Rich, handsome, and clever, Jaebum has his hands on so many different businesses that it is difficult to keep up with everything he owns. However, Jaebum doesn’t find it difficult to keep up with his finances, particularly those that hide under the face of his company. He funds black market dealers, traffickers, terrorist groups, and dozen of more that create chaos around the world– including the infamous Suho.

↳ Kim Junmyeon

Alias: Suho Codename: Boss

Hometown: Seoul Birthday: May 22nd, 1991 Gender: Male Height: 5’8” Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Family: Parents (deceased) Relationships: Wife (estranged)

Occupation: Mob boss

Status: Alive

His handsome face hides a cruel, black heart. The name Suho strikes fear into many hearts due to his ruthlessness and brutality towards anyone who crosses his path. He engages in drugs, prostitution, money laundering, and murder on an almost daily basis. His hands are stained red with the blood of his enemies and he is the embodiment of true evil, something that Jackson and his team work tirelessly against. 

↳ Chae Hyungwon

Alias: H.One Codename: Model

Hometown: Gwangju Birthday: January 15th, 1994 Gender: Male Height: 5’11” Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Family: Unknown

Occupation: Fashion model

Status: Alive

Arriving on the fashion scene overnight, Hyungwon has taken the world by storm. His good looks and charming personality have photographers, designers, the tabloids, and other models falling all over him. He could sweet talk a person out of their clothes and into his bed in record time. However, underneath his good looks hides a dark secret—a tie to Suho and his illegal businesses under the guise of mentorship. When done, Hyungwon doesn’t spare a thought towards his unwilling victims. 

↳ Yara Valaskova

Alias: Dr. V Codename: Scientist

Hometown: Kiev Birthday: May 12th, 1992 Gender: Female Height: 5’2” Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Family: Parents (deceased), sister (unknown) Relationships: Boyfriend (Byun Baekhyun aka Hyun)

Occupation: Scientist under JYP Enterprises

Status: Alive

Yara was a shining star in Moscow. She was seen as the future of medicine and was granted everything under the sun by the government. However, her ambition grew too much for even the Russians and she was expelled from the country and stripped of her funds. She was silently recruited by Im Jaebum himself to lead his experimental research team to develop revolutionary drugs that would make the human mind subservient. Her methods are less than orthodox and would be universally condemned by the general public. 

↳ Jacqueline Mendoza

Alias: Jace Maddox Codename: Playgirl

Hometown: Mexico City Birthday: August 3rd, 1994 Gender: Female Height: 5’5” Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown Family: Parents (alive), brother (alive)

Occupation: Heiress, socialite

Status: Alive

Jace Maddox is a globe-trotting heiress that has made Seoul her temporary home. Under her alias, Jacqueline Mendoza is able to hide her true identity from the rest of the world. Living off her drug-lord father’s money, Jace trades sex for secrets and peddles in the underworld of prostitution. A cruel Madam in her own right, Jace works concurrently with Hyungwon to supply Suho’s brothels and trafficking expenditures.

↳ Lee Minhyuk

Alias: Min Codename: Psychopath

Hometown: Sanbon-dong, Gunpo Birthday: November 3rd, 1993 Gender: Male Height: 5’10” Eyes: Brown Hair: Black, dyed blonde Family: Parents (deceased), brother (Lee Hoseok aka Wonho)

Occupation: Interrogator under Suho

Status: Alive

Minhyuk is bloodthirsty, unfeeling, and mentally unstable. He laughs with every cut upon his victim’s flesh, savoring in their screams and pleas for help. Growing up in his powerful brother’s shadow encouraged a deep resentment that unleashed an animal within him. His first victims—his parents while they slept—were the push over the edge. He is addicted to fear, thriving off of crimson blood and diminished hope.

↳ Byun Baekhyun

Alias: Hyun Codename: Smuggler

Hometown: Bucheon Birthday: May 6th, 1992 Gender: Male Height: 5’9” Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Family: Unknown Relationships: Girlfriend (Yara Valaskova aka Dr. V)

Occupation: Smuggler, trafficker

Status: Alive

Baekhyun is the primary smuggler for Suho. Funded by both his employer and indirectly by Jaebum, Hyun has an arsenal of ships, men, and weapons to smoothly move his goods from one country to another. He doesn’t care for the cargo so long as it makes him rich. He will deal in all types of goods—from women to drugs to endangered animals—with a closed fist and a strikingly handsome face. To him, money is everything and standing in the way will only ensure a quick death.

#the scales #monsta x #got7 #exo #jaebum #suho #hyungwon #minhyuk #baekhyun

[rnufharose]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 8

Words: 2.9k

Trigger Warnings: There will be murder, violence, and post traumatic stress in this chapter. Please read at your discretion.

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The man stumbled backward, holding his bruised jaw before meeting the gaze of his attacker. He saw his black hair, those intense eyes, and his suit was as dark as night. He knew that man anywhere, a sneer curling on his lips before he broke into laughter, "You're him, aren't you?! Junmyeon's lapdog! I didn't think I'd find you here." Jong-hoon pulled his glock, pointing it toward Sehun, his finger on the trigger. "You sure know how to make a man angry...”

"You're way outside you bounds, Jong-hoon," the hitman said dryly, that cold expression not leaving his eyes. "If I were you, I'd leave before this situation gets worse. Wouldn't want other groups finding unwelcome guests stumbling about."

Jungkook pushed the door open. After taking a rest for a moment, he too had heard Haneul screaming. In a fit of panic, he ran into the alleyway to check on her, coming across the scene in front of him.

Choi Jonghoon of the FT Syndicate stood before them

Jungkook knew him from many news articles that showcased his violent crimes. He also saw the other man, who was most likely from another crime syndicate, but he wasn't too sure. He had never seen him before.

Following behind him was Taehyung and Bella, who noticed the way he had left abruptly. The silver-haired girl moved carefully to the side, reaching out her hand, "Neullie! Come quickly!"

The brunette snapped out of her frightened state, getting to her feet and running away from the two males, grabbing Bella's hand, and she pulled Haneul close to her.

"Take her inside," Sehun instructed in a hard tone, his eyes still on Jonghoon.

"Okay," Jungkook answered, and Taehyung ushered them back into the storage room, closing the door, leaving the two men to themselves.

"Oh Sehun... EXO's merciless hitman," the older male chuckled darkly as he raised his gun. "The boss is going to be pretty pissed when figures out you've got your sights on her. You do know she's a threat, right? She isn't as innocent as you think she is."

The raven-haired male took out his own handgun, ignoring his words. If one could hold the gun out toward the light, one would notice the small tally marks that were carved onto the barrel. "One last warning. Leave, keep your mouth shut, and you might live to see another day. In all honesty, a rat like you isn't even worth my time."

"But you're worth my time," Jonghoon hissed. "When I take you out, EXO will be crippled, Junmyeon won't have a hold of his territory, and that girl can join her pitiful grandmother!" He pulled the trigger, shooting at the hitman, who quickly ducked for cover behind the large metal trash bin.

He could hear the bullets hitting against it, leaving dents as the shots echoed through the alleyway. No doubt the civilians would be in a panic and Sehun hoped the employees in The Magic Shop would find a way to keep their customers from leaving.

Back inside, Haneul was seated in the couch, endeavoring to steady her heartbeat, the onset of a panic attack taking over her body. The events that transpired could have gone another way, but her friends had come to help her. And that man... she couldn't help but feel scared again. He looked like someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone. "Oh my God," she choked. "I was almost—"

"You weren't," Bella held her hand tightly, rubbing her back. "Nothing will happen to you."

"Aish," Taehyung ran his hands through the blue strands of his hair. "If the customers hear what's going on outside, they won't feel safe..."

"I'll keep them entertained," Jungkook proceeded toward the door. "Call the cops and tell them what's going on. I'm giving them a round of drinks on the house."

"Good idea," Bella looked away from the other girl, pulling out her phone to make a call.

The gunshots kept coming until Jonghoon had run out of ammo. He made to quickly reload his gun, but Sehun took this opportunity to shoot him in the shoulder and legs, crippling him and drawing out a painful grunt. He stood from his place behind the garbage disposal, his gun still poised and his eyes narrow. "And here I thought you were going to put up a fight..." his shots were clear and concise, as expected of a merciless killer.

The other man began to whimper, crawling back while nursing his wounds, blood staining his suit.

"You wasted bullets, firing at a target you couldn't even see. Being trigger happy doesn't get the job done," Sehun continued. "It's pathetic, really. You're in such a well-established syndicate, and yet, you can't even take out one person." He towered over the cowering man now, one of his hands tucked into his pocket. "I'm at a crossroads with myself... do I shoot and put you out of your misery? Or do I take you in and see what I can get out of you? You seem to know something I'm invested in."

"I-If you kill me," Jonghoon spat. "The boss will kill you," he didn't stop cowering as Sehun's tall figure overshadowed him. "That girl is going to get what's coming to her! Her blood—her family—is tainted! Once she's killed, she won't pose a threat to the boss!"

"And what threat does that girl and her family pose?" The hitman questioned, leaning forward. "Her grandmother wasn't just as innocent as she is, and now you're claiming she's a threat? I fail to see the logic here." At this point, if Jong-hoon kept talking, he was going to end up a corpse. He was practically giving away everything he knew.

"She's the heiress to the Cho Clan!" He spoke strongly, backing up against the building. "Her father... was Seoul's most elite mob boss. He owned almost every territory before my boss took him out! We were so sure we had killed every last one of them, but instead, the man shipped his daughter off to the boondocks to live with his wife's mother! That old lady had been raising our biggest threat! One day, she'll kill your clan too!"

"And what makes you think this girl has any recollection or indication as to what her family once did?" Sehun continued to inquire. "From my view, she doesn't have a single clue. You're just targeting her for something she isn't aware of. It's scum like you that I hate the most or yours or any other group will lay a finger on her." He places his finger on the trigger. "If they do, they won't make it out alive... I'll make sure of it."

The final gunshot sounded, and the male's body went limp against the building, no longer breathing. Sehun lowered his gun slowly, tucking it away as the sound of sirens came from the distance. He faced the back door of The Magic Shop, his expression softening before he ran out of the alleyway. We'll meet again, he thought with slight melancholy. She had seen his face and he saw the fear her eyes possessed. He didn't meant to scare her, but he knew she would eventually come to know of his existence. He would have to relay the events of today to Suho later.

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Word of Jonghoon's murder reached the ears of the civilians. The alleyway beside The Magic Shop has become a crime scene. After the patrons left and they closed up, the police had interrogated the staff but Taehyung had instructed everyone to stay quiet about the unknown hitman that had come to take out Jonghoon. It could have been out of gratitude, or maybe it was out of fear of getting involved with the mafia. One thing was certain: none of them wanted to become targets for any crime syndicates.

Haneul had changed out of her dress and into a black shirt and jeans, laying on the couch and pushing away any thoughts of what happened hours ago. She felt dirty, like his hands wouldn't leave her body. Even taking a shower and scrubbing her skin until it almost bled wasn't enough to make her feel clean again.

"Hey," Bella knocked on the door and stepped inside, and the brunette sat up, noticing the chipped mug of tea in her hand. "I made this for you. It's chamomile. It'll soothe you."

"Thank you," Haneul accepted the mug, the warmth of the tea spreading through her hands and across her nerves, the scent already soothing her.

"Sorry about the mug," her friend chuckled sheepishly. "The rim is slightly chipped."

"It's alright," she bright the mug to her lips. "I like it this way..." After taking a sip, she placed the beverage down, smiling sadly. "Halmeoni always had tea like this... I guess the two of us are a bit peculiar..." She released a long exhaled, closing her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever catch a break..."

"Things will turn out okay in the end. You'll see," Bella assured her. "You just have to hang in there. No one expects you to get back on your feet right away. I know you want to do it quickly but you've been through a lot. It's okay to be vulnerable and ask for help."

"I know, but this isn't like me," Haneul replied. "I've lost everything and I know it's hard, but I just want to be strong. I want to handle everything on my own. If I can't do that after everything that's happened, then what kind of a granddaughter am I?"

"Neullie," her friend began, her tone firm. "You are one hell of a good granddaughter, but if Halmeoni was here, she would tell you that it's fine to break. She knows you're trying your hardest not to let her death define you and she knows it was a traumatic experience on your part, but that doesn't mean you're not allowed to grieve. That doesn't mean you're not allowed to cry after what happened today. Don't bottle it up. Let everything out. Cry if you want to. It'll ease the pain you're feeling."

"Mianhe, Bella," Haneul apologized with a dejected chuckle. "But... I've cried enough. I'm on my own now. I can't afford to cry anymore."

The silver-haired girl opened her mouth to speak again, but the rest of the boys came into the storage room, gracing then with their presence.

"Gwenchana?" Jimin asked, his eyes wide with concern as he sat beside Haneul, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tight hug.

"I'm fine now," she patted his arm. "A little shaken up, but I'll live."

"This is scary," Beomgyu frowned. "There was a mob fight right next to us and we could have been caught in the crossfire."

"Luckily, that didn't happen and everyone was safe," Jungkook reminded him.

"If this happens again, The Magic Shop will no longer be safe," Yoongi drowned, his eyes downcast. "What do we do?"

"We stay open," Namjoon answered. "We can't give up yet. The mafia isn't going to make our restaurant a base for their crimes."

"Namjoon hyung is right," Soobin added. "We'll take extra precautions. We can't bribe the customers with free drinks every time since we need the money, but we can put on performances ten times as better."

"I know we kept quiet when the police came but who were those two guys?" Jin wondered.

"Their names were Choi Jonghoon and Oh Sehun," Taehyung said, his hands tucked into his slacks. "Everyone knows who Jonghoon is, right?"

"One of the FT Clan's hitmen," Hoseok spike solemnly. "But what would he be doing here? It doesn't make any sense..."

"The mafia are dirty people," Yeonjun pointed out. "They're involved in the use of drugs, dealing with contraband, sex trafficking—the list goes on."

"And the other man? Oh Sehun?" Taehyun rubbed the back of his neck, looking between his friends.

"I don't know much about him aside form rumors," Huening Kai said. "People say he's very scary... he's ruthless and kills people without a second thought..."

"Yeah, he's in EXO. That's why," Taehyung said to the two of them, his face indicating seriousness. "He's a hitman under one of the most powerful clans in Seoul. Whatever you all do, if you see him again, run."

Bella tensed slightly afternoon hearing that name. It did well to stroke fear into her heart. She's heard a number of stories about EXO, and the realization that one of its members was right in their alleyway made her feel slightly unsafe. What was worse was that this was the same man she served a drink to, one who she thought was a good person who was genuinely interested in her friend. If she had known he harbored ill will toward Haneul, she wouldn't have talked to him. The possibility of him taking her and keeping her all to himself made her anxious.

"I'll stay far away," Haneul promised. Like Bella, the very name made her blood run cold. Even the man's face was frightening. She didn't think she could look him in the eyes God forbid she come across him again. "If... If I see him again... I'll run... I'll hide... I'll do whatever it takes to escape."

︻デ═一 ♥

On his way to meet with Suho, Sehun remained unfazed about the night's events. Haneul's expression of fear still plagued him immensely, even though he had managed to acquire information concerning her and regarding her grandmother's murder. It seemed now, the only way to protect her was having her at his side since she had seen his face.

The guard allowed him entry, opening the door to the penthouse, and Suho looked up from his tablet, placing it onto the coffee table and turning toward the younger male. "Sehun-ah... I heard what happened. Are you alright?"

"I am, hyung," he bowed respectfully. "I acquired information on Haneul as well. I'm sure you'll find it useful as I have."

"What is it?" He questioned.

"Jonghoon may be another body added to the count, but he was useful in his short time of living," the hitman explained. "He told me everything. Haneul is the last known member of the Cho syndicate. The FT syndicate feels threatened by her and have attempted to kill her even though she has no idea about her family's background."

"I see," EXO's leader held his chin, furrowing his brows. "You said the Cho Clan, yes? Well, as it turns out, my father was in an alliance with the Don of that syndicate?"

"Abeoji was one of his allies?" Sehun tilted his head. "How do you know that?"

"You'd be surprised about what you learn once you become the Don of your own clan," Suho chuckled, crossing the living room and pouring a glass of whiskey. He handed one glass for he raven-haired male before bringing his own drink to his lips. "The Cho Clan was the biggest syndicate in Seoul, ruling over almost the whole city. It's boss married a civilian woman and eventually, they had a daughter, who we now know is Haneul. I always thought she had been killed as well once the mob war between them and the FT Clan began. Abeoji always said there were no survivors, but now we know that she was given to her Halmeoni before she could get involved and she lived a life away from the violence, not knowing her origins. The only thing we can do now is protect her. Her father would have wanted that since he didn't want her to be a part of the underworld in the first place."

"Yeah... about protecting her," Sehun frowned, looking up from his drink. "She saw my face... I'm not sure how much longer I can go watching her from the shadows. By now, she's become more aware of her surroundings."

"So... she's afraid then," the older male hummed, placing his glass down. "I'm not sure what else you can do to alleviate her anxiety other than having her by your side. Give it time if she's scared. Now that she knows you're here, she'll eventually learn about your kind side. And if all else fails, show her Vivi. That dog will certainly assuage her worries."

"I'll keep that in mind," Sehun laughed a bit, his smile fading afterward. "Guess that means she has to live with me now..." the last thing he wanted was for her to be isolated from the world, to feel like a prisoner and be so small in his presence, but he wouldn't allow that. He would make sure she was comfortable and that she saw past his merciless side. Sehun couldn't imagine hurting her. After seeing her at the funeral, closed off from other people, and then tonight, signing out toward the customers at The Magic Shop, that girl had to be protected. She was a source of light in the darkness of his world and he would preserve the light that shone from her. He will treat her with care and patience and maybe, she won't feel afraid.

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EXO Reaction to You Confessing

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Chanyeol-

Giddy. It sounds weird but you know it’s true. He has been waiting for this for forever but didn’t want to say anything cuz he didn’t really know you and thought how the heck can I like her she probably doesn’t even know my name when in reality you’ve been science partners three times and you sit behind him torturously in English. And now, not only did he like you but you were taking this initiative because you liked him back just as much. He’d say “yes i like you too” like three times really loudly and everyone would hear it in he courtyard and then they’d keep hearing about it for weeks after because “oh my gosh y/n likes me can you believe it me neither”

Kris-

He’d feel kinda stripped of his manhood. Like shouldn’t I be doing this? He’d get shy and you would crack his shell and make him super bashful. He’s pretty quiet usually, but you’ve seen him with his friend when he really kinda lets loose and let’s his dork side come out and you were like Now Thasa Man. But he’s also kinda oblivious so you knew you had to make the first move but that’s when he comes to his senses and realizes he should be doing this. Thats when his cool comes back.

Sehun-

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.....” he just goes blank. You caught him while he was with Kai and Luhan and you were like “hey Sehun I really like you and...” and the other two are just kinda like clapping him on the shoulder like nice going man and he’s still kinda clueless but then you wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps it of it and is like, “wait can you repeat that.” “...I like you Sehun” “cool” awkward silence “well like I like you too though!”

Luhan-

“I know” *flips his hair* which kinda made you want to punch him in the gut, but not the face because you still want him to look good. But now you’re like wow okay and he’s just smirking and you’re not sure if he’s gonna say he likes you back or if you just made the biggest fool of yourself for no reason even though your friends told you not to because look at him, he looks like a smug jerk. So then you’re gonna turn away and he’s like hey! Aren’t you gonna ask if I like you back. And you’re like no I think I know the answer and he’s like “so dinner” and you’re just shell shocked like “yeah okay”

Baekhyun-

BFFL Baekhyun would just melt right there. He’d known you for so long, for like forever, and suddenly you’re telling him this in the middle of a conversation about which movie goes best with which take out place and on which day of the week and you couldn’t hold it in. He didn’t really notice his feelings for you until you up and said something. He loves his friends right? his brothers? And so he was just thinking this was a strong bond that came with how long you two’d been friends and then you open up and he’s like “Oh. So this is what that feeling was.” And the rest is history.

Xiumin-

What a coincidence he was literally about to come find you and say the same thing. His social circle is pretty close knit and so they’re all trying to give him that little push but woah you were already one step ahead of him. You’re confessing and he’s just staring intently and smiling but you’re not looking at him so you just hear his laugh. You look up at him so fast it gives you whiplash and he’s smiling and laughing and you’re *offended* because hello I’m spilling my feelings to you and you’re quite Literally laughing in my face “why are you laughing” “because I was coming to find you to say the same thing”

Chen-

So Cute! You couldn’t wait for him to say anything you had to come and tell him yourself. You two weren’t exactly buddies but you’ve know him for a long time and you’ve worked together on a couple assignments and so you were like hey we graduate soon, then if worse comes to worst I’ll just remove myself from the picture and we’ll never see each other again. So here you are and he’s smiling so big and you’re like wow phew that’s a relief and dang he likes me too that’s awesome yay me

D.O-

Quiet, he’s not mysterious he just wants a serious and focused environment and that’s kinda hot because who doesn’t love a dedicated man? Problem? You only used to work together. Like once when a dodgy internship made you wind up in the wrong building and think oh that’s the guy. When you finally had the sense to look at the nameplate on his desk and you’re like OH MY GOSH IM WORKING FOR THE WRONG MAN. And he’s like laughing but trying to not look like it and so of course you were fired. Then he hired you and you had to say something because he not only got you hired but also listened to you babble a confession Then proceeded to say he liked you too, but don’t tell his boss because office relationships are not allowed

Kai-

Not surprised. Have you seen him? Everyone likes him! He was mom’s handsome son and the typical class heartthrob. Everyone knew him and liked him. But he still was always a little shy. But when you would walk by his group of friends and he was smiling all big and absolutely laughing his head off at these upperclassmen. In all the classes it had together he was quiet and reserved so you knew, you couldn’t talk with his mob of friends there and needed to see him alone and when you did. You lost it all, your whole planned spiel and you both for quiet and shy and then he was all super big smiley and giggled because that just who he is when he’s nervous and “yeah I like you too”

Lay-

Also very blushy. You looked so cute and sweet and he just...he just...aw. His dimple makes a special appearance and he’s smiling and that makes you smile and you’re gaining confidence because it’s Yixing and he is the sweetest person on earth so you’re like “do you feel the same way?” And he’s just so smiley all he can do is nod like he’s dumb off of this and you’ve got this huge problem relieved and BAM “I’m about to leave do you want to get dinner” and you just about got whiplash cuz dang that was fast but I mean carpe diem right “yeah I’d like that” and he’s a gentleman the rest of the night because whether or not you think that, you deserve one sis, and whatever you need he will supply because he wants to take care of his girl and like that’s you now get used to it.

Tao-

He was talking. You two were sitting the library and he was talking about his stupid professor that really didn’t know how to grade and yes his paper was flawless and even it was a controversial topic he was right and- “Hey Tao I think you’re really good looking and I like you and I’ve been wondering if you like me too.” *blank face* if you had interrupted him for any other reason he would’ve been upset and he was just ranting to you and what did you think that was hot or something? *soft smile* “yeah I like you too”

Suho-

Of course you liked him. He was Kim Junmyeon, Junmoney, $uhot. Basically you two worked together and he was really successful and you were really new and like all the high school interns obviously had a thing for him (so even tho you weren’t one why wouldn’t you) and he saw you first and thought you looked really nice so he put in good words for you here and there when you realized it’s the higher up guy pulling the strings like he owns them and he totally likes you because he does that Suho thing where he smiles then looks down and tries to cover his mouth you know what I’m talking about but in the end you made the first move because he’s a shy boy

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[ao3feed-minjoon]

by jimin_thighs

As an orphan, all Taehyung's been looking for his whole life is family. He found it in Yoongi until he left for Seoul and they lost contact. Now, running from a shell of a life and abusive boyfriend, Taehyung turns to Yoongi for help and gets way more than he expected: a family.

Even it's in the form of Korea's largest crime syndicate.

Mafia!AU, including gang violence, guns, drugs, etc. Consult tags before reading!

Words: 6445, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Seokjin | Jin's Parents, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook, Ahn Hyojin | LE, Kwon Boa | BoA, Kim Hongjoong, Kim Junmyeon | Suho

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V, Ahn Hyojin | LE/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mob, mafia, Political Campaigns, Organized Crime, crime syndicate, Violence, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Orphans, Orphanage, Past Domestic Violence, Domestic Violence, Past Abuse, Nurses, Hospitals, Mob Boss Kim Seokjin | Jin, Mobster Min Yoongi | Suga, Mobster Park Jimin (BTS), Nurse Kim Taehyung | V, Secretary Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Assassination Attempt(s), Mobster Kim Namjoon | RM, Corruption, Fictional politics, Fictional Companies, escaping abuse, Mobster Jeon Jungkook, Drugs, References to Drugs, Alcohol, References to Prostitution, Anxiety, Panic Attacks

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

[kpopersanonymous]

Love Shot - Mafia!Exo

Suho/Junmyeon: 

You had known from the start that being with a mob boss wasn’t an easy feat. It wasn’t all fancy parties and gorgeous attire paired with fine wines. It was also armed bodyguards, armored vehicles, the constant knowing that your life could easily be in imminent danger. But that didn’t stop you from loving Suho, you trusted him with your whole heart, soul and life. You knew he would never let anything happen to you, that he would destroy anyone who tried to harm you. Which is why it took you by surprise when a member of a rival gang kidnapped you on your way to your house, barreling through your bodyguards with unusual ease. 

Suho was furious when he heard the news of your kidnapping. They have lost their minds if they think they can take what’s mine and get away with it, he thought. He began tracing down the rival gang and have his own members search for possible spots they could be keeping you. A few days later he got a call from their leader, saying he would return you if Suho handed over his relations with some of the top politicians and businessmen of the area. He simply laughed and hung up. You meant the world to him but he wasn’t going to give away everything he worked for.

No. He had a different plan, a better way to get you back and destroy the enemy. And he called it “Operation: Love Shot”. What his rival didn’t know was that Suho had one of his own members in his hands, and his men had already been torturing information out of him. He knew which house they were in, he knew in which room you were being kept, he even knew how many men were watching over you. 

Suho had the element of surprise in his hands and he worked with it. He drummed up his best men and set out to save you and teach his rival a lesson. His snipers took out the main guards on the outside while his stealthers cut off all power to the house. Then Suho and his men entered the house, using the confusion of the others to their advantage. They worked in the dark, relying only on their ears and instinct. 

Suho strode with dedication straight to the room you were being kept in and broke down the door. One of his men shined a light into the room and Suho was amazed at what he saw. Only two bodyguards were left to watch you amongst the chaos and one was knocked clean out by a blunt object to the head. The other was kneeling on the floor, clutching a bleeding shoulder while you were holding a gun to his head. Blood was slowly dripping from your arm but you remained strong. The sight filled Suho with a sense of pride. 

He walked over to you and knocked out the other bodyguard. He took the gun out of your hands and threw it into a corner and started to inspect you for any more damage. Once he was satisfied to see that you were, apart from the bullet wound in your arm, otherwise intact, he took you in his arms and held your slightly trembling body close to his. 

“You broke free all on your own?” he muttered into your hair, amazement hinting in his voice. 

“Well... being with a mafia boss… you learn a few things about breaking out of bonds and ambushing people,” you smiled.

He put you at arms length, pointing at your wound. “I AM, however, going to have to give you a refresher course on how to handle guns,” he said, seriously. 

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as he led you out of the house and into the safety of his car.

Chanyeol:

“Let’s play a game,” Chanyeol whispered into your ear. He didn’t give you time to answer, leading you straight into one of the studies in his house. On the table you saw a revolver. You strode towards it, then turned around to look at Chanyeol.

“What is this?” you asked. “Are we gonna play Russian Roulette?” 

To say things with you and Chanyeol were tense would be an understatement. You knew that, he knew that, even his bodyguards knew that. Which probably explained why you felt like you were being watched at almost all hours of the day. You probably loved him at one point in your life, but now you would’ve given anything, done anything, to be rid of him. Even kill him, you admitted to yourself. 

“Something of the sorts,” Chanyeol smirked. “I like to call it ‘Love Shot’. You play it the same way though. Except there’s a blank in there instead of a bullet. I’m not an idiot, you know. It’ll hurt, maybe even draw blood if you aim it well enough, but it won’t kill me.“

“And what about me?” you asked, leaning up against the desk.

“Oh, I won’t be pointing the gun at you. You’ll be pointing it at me,” Chanyeol started. “You see, I know you don’t like it here. I know you pretty much hate my guts. And I get it: the mafia’s a tough job, I gotta be a tough guy and my methods of handling things are… pretty unorthodox.” You scoffed at that understatement but Chanyeol continued, ignoring your interruption. “I’m giving you a chance with this game: the chance to leave. If you shoot the revolver and the blank gets fired, I’ll let you go. I’ll see that as fate’s way of saying goodbye.”

“What if I shoot and there’s nothing? What will happen to me then?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“Then fate wants you to stay here. And I’ll be forced to take on... drastic measures to enhance your love and obedience towards me,” Chanyeol said coolly, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

You felt goosebumps forming on your skin, but you forced yourself to stay strong and cool, turning whatever fear you have against that outcome into loathing. “You’re crazy if you think I’ll turn into one of the mindless zombies that the other members call their partners. You think I don’t know how Sehun or Baekhyun got their ‘lovers’? You think I don’t know what your men are creating? Because none of that even comes close to love. It’s all manipulation, Chanyeol.”

He stared at you for a few moments, taking in all of your passion, your hatred, everything. He loved all of it so much and it pained him a small bit to have to take it all away from you, but he knew there would only be benefits afterwards. “There’s really not much you can do here. You can either take the risk and win, or face the consequences of losing. What other options do you really have?”

You weighed the possibilities against each other. You hated the risk but the freedom was tempting. You took the gun in your hand. I’ll probably never get another chance like this again, you thought. You looked up at Chanyeol, aimed for his heart, and shot.

But nothing came out. You pulled the trigger again in disbelief and still nothing happened. Then Chanyeol grabbed the gun out of your hand before you could try a third time. He signaled for two bodyguards to come into the room as he stared down at you.

“You tried two times and still failed,” he growled. “I guess fate really wants you to stay with me.” You started to tremble as the bodyguards grabbed your arms, pleading wordlessly with him. “You had a third option you clearly disregarded: you could’ve refused to shoot me. Then I would’ve been much more lenient with you,” he gave a devilish smile.

You opened your mouth in response but no words could reach your lips as the bodyguards dragged you out of the room.

“Don’t worry!” he called out. “The treatment won’t hurt a bit and you���ll be feeling much better afterwards!”

Kai/Jongin:

Kai walked up to apartment #203, where one of his boss’ clients lived. The guy owed him a large sum of money and was overdue on his payment. Kai knew him pretty well: never pays on time but always says he’s good for it, huge gambling addiction, always trying to weasel himself out of debt. Kai was interested in seeing what kind of game he was going to play with him this time to buy himself some more time. Of course, his games never work but that doesn’t stop him from trying. 

Kai signaled to one of the bodyguards to bash down the door. He heard one voice scream in fright while another spewed out a string of curses. He stepped inside just in time to see his client jump out of a nearby window. Kai smirked as he strode deeper into the living room, towards a small bar table and poured himself a drink. He turned around toward a couch on which you were sitting on, shaking slightly but otherwise putting on a brave face. 

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you. He would often see you with his client, hearing him call you his “good luck charm” when he went out somewhere to gamble. Other times you would come visit Kai personally and pay some of his bills. He knew it was your own money and it pained him to see you being treated so poorly. He would always give you back $100, saying, “Go treat yourself to something nice. Preferably a new boyfriend.” Even though he tries to shrug it off, he can’t help but admit to favoring you. 

He sat down next to you and sipped on his drink, waiting for his bodyguards to drag his client back in. A couple of minutes later he heard pathetic cries getting louder and saw two of his bodyguards carry the man in by his arms, his feet flailing a foot above ground. He fell onto his knees in front of Kai and began to fidget around with his hands. Kai just stared at the man in disgust.

“Listen NiNi,” he began, calling Kai by the nickname he chose for him. “I know I’m a little late with the payment-” 

“It’s been three months. The boss has been more than patient with you. He wants his money back. ALL of it. 15 grand. Now,” Kai interrupted, still sipping his drink.

“15 grand?! How am I supposed to get that kind of money?” he asked.

“You’re the gambling expert,” Kai replied sarcastically, earning himself a small chuckle from you.

“How- how about a game? If I win, I get some more time to gather up the money,” he offered.

“And if I win?” Kai asked.

“I’ll uhh… I’ll give you Y/N,” he said, making you gasp in surprise.

“You’re betting me?!! For fucks sake, am I that disposable to you?” you asked, outraged.

Before he could reply, Kai said, “They’ll do. But I have another condition: if I win, you stop asking the boss for more money. I’m sick of having to deal with you and, quite frankly, so is he. Now, what’s the game?”

He scowled, but stood up, rubbing his hands together, and said “The game’s called ‘Love Shot’. Quite simple, really. It’s a knife-throwing game. Whoever manages to hit the center of this wooden heart the closest wins.”

He dug something out of the cupboard nearby and hung up an old wooden picture frame on the wall opposite Kai. It was without glass but it still contained an old picture of you and him in it. Kai stood up and took out a knife from one of his leg suspenders. He signaled for the client to go first. 

The client got out a knife of his own and went to you, who was glaring at him coldly. He ordered you to kiss the knife for good luck and after a few seconds of death glares and silence, you complied. The sight struck Kai’s heart but quickly shook it off. The client threw his knife and it just barely struck the outer ridges. He celebrated a bit too loudly and threw a look at Kai, as if to say “beat that”. 

Kai kept it short and sweet, he could throw knifes blindfolded, so this would be a breeze. He lined up his shot and sent his knife flying, hitting the heart dead center. Even the picture split in half, which Kai found oddly fitting. He turned to see the devastation in his client’s eyes and yours staring wide-eyed, unable to really process what just happened. 

“I think we’re done here,” he turned towards the door, signaling to his men to take you with them. He heard some pleas from his now ex-client but tuned them out, uninterested in what he had to say. He walked to his car, you following a few steps behind him. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you asked, “So.. what are you going to do with me?”

Kai smiled at you and answered, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe from guys like him and treat you better than he ever did. I’m a pretty good guy once you get to know me. Just like the other members back home.” He winked at you and drove off into the night, content that he got the best prize imaginable. 

Xiumin/Minseok:

You and Minseok were both pointing guns at each other, just waiting for the other to shoot. Your eyes were cold and full of loathing towards him. All Minseok wanted to do was hold you tight and never let you go again. He never expected it to turn out like this. He didn’t want this to be the end. 

He thought he had lost you months ago. You had gone on a trip together, trying to get away from all the drama wrapped around the mafia business. It started out peaceful but took a very sour turn when members of his most hated rival attacked the two of you. You were kidnapped and Minseok was left badly injured. He had ordered his bodyguards to search for you while he recovered in the hospital, even though he would’ve rather done it himself. Weeks afterwards, once he had recovered, he found the trail to be cold. It was like you had disappeared into thin air.

In the back of his mind he feared you were dead. Doubt was nagging at him as he tried to pick up the trail. But he knew you couldn’t be dead, you had to be somewhere out there, he couldn’t just lose you like this. 

And now here you were, standing right in front of him. But at the same time, it wasn’t you. Being with his rival had changed you. Your eyes were duller and full of hate, the corners of your mouth were turned into a scowl, the positive energy you once radiated was all but gone. You were a shadow of your former self. 

Minseok had a hunch of what had happened to you, but he decided to ask you, in hopes of opening you up, getting you to talk to him and maybe figure out a way how to reverse it. 

“You don’t look so good, Y/N,” he tested the waters. “What did they do to you?”

“What did they do to me?” you sneered. “They opened my eyes and showed me the real you. The power-hungry mogul of the east, who has more blood on his hands than he does in his body. Do you know how many people you’ve terrorized, how many lives you’ve destroyed? Because I do, Minseok. That’s what they taught me.”

“The mafia’s not exactly a place where we all hold hands and sing songs about peace but...” he shook his head. “They’ve been feeding you lies, Y/N. I’m not perfect but I’m no monster. If anything, the people who brainwashed you are more sadistic than I am. And I know deep down inside you know that too.”

“How do I know you haven’t brainwashed me? Maybe this is the way I’ve always been and you led me to believe I was happily in love with you,” you retorted.

“If that’s the case, you would’ve shot me the second you saw me. But you didn’t and still haven’t. Which leads me to believe the real Y/N is still in there,” Minseok said, lowering his gun.

You fell silent, pondering his statement. For a second, Minseok saw a glimmer of your old self in your eyes and decided to press on. 

He threw his gun aside, causing you to cast your attention to him once again. “I’m not going to shoot you, Y/N. If I did, I wouldn't be able to live with myself anymore. I love you too much for that. If you’re going to kill me, then kill me, because I don’t want to live in a world where the person I fell in love with doesn’t exist anymore.”

You brought your gun up and aimed for his chest. For a second, Minseok thought he was going to die and he accepted his fate. But then, you started shaking and tears started trailing down your cheeks. Minseok took a few steps forward as you lowered your gun. He reached for the gun and took it out of your hands, you not putting up a fight.

“I....” you choked. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I-I can’t kill you, I don’t want to kill you. But I should, they told me I should. The thought of hurting you... hurts me. Why is this happening?!”

“That’s good, my love,” Minseok encouraged. “Fight against it.”

You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, confusion and disarray clear on your face. “Minnie?” you breathed out your nickname for him. “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home, our home.”

Minseok wrapped you in his arms, comforting your trembling body. He stroked your hair and whispered into your ear, “Don’t worry, my love. You don’t have to listen to them any longer. We’ll work against the brainwashing and get you back to normal in no time. I promise.”

He leaned back to look into your eyes and found himself looking at you, the you he fell in love with all those years ago, the you he thought he lost. It filled him with hope and strength to see you breaking through the shadows of his rival’s creations, all because of the deep love the two of you have for one another. 

Sehun:

Sehun stared at you from across the dimly lit bar. You had been racing through his mind for months, ever since he saw you in the back of some dealer’s car. You had a look of betrayal written all over your face, the kind that screamed “You promised me you wouldn’t do this anymore and yet you’re back on the same bs” while Sehun made deals with the lowlife you chose to hang out with. He knew at first glance that you were too good for any of this. He also knew that he had to have you. 

He handed the bartender a small vial and told him to make you a drink, nodding in your direction. Sehun knew you wouldn’t acknowledge him in any way, shape or form, so he had his research team concoct a love serum, guaranteed to make you putty in his hands. He smiled as he saw you look in his direction when the bartender gave you the drink. You stood up, drink in hand and walked over to him. 

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” you ask, eyeing him up and down.

Sehun shrugged, “I’m constantly somewhere all the time, so you might have seen my face before.” He studied you carefully as you squinted your eyes at him, trying to remember where you had seen his face before.

“I see you got my drink,” he nodded, changing the subject. “It’s called the Love Shot. Legends say that if you drink this in the company of someone else, you fall madly in love with that person.” You chuckled at the thought, making Sehun grin. “It’s all folklore really, but it’s a pretty tasty drink,” he added. 

You eyed the drink once more before giving in and taking a sip, realizing that it was indeed a very delicious drink. You looked up at him and your eyes softened, seeing him now in a different light. 

Hours after you had finished the drink you found yourself walking home with Sehun, clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every glance made your heart leap. You had never felt such intense love and desire before, and Sehun made sure it stayed that way.

Lay/Yixing:

Lay was aware of your heart drifting away and finding a new lover. But he had tolerated it up until now. He knew he had been away for some time, working late and going away on “business trips”, as he so often called his assassination appointments. It’s not that he didn’t love you anymore, he just couldn’t be bothered to hunt down some plaything of yours, especially if you snuck out at night to see him. 

Finding the two of you in your shared bed together, however, made him see nothing but red. 

You gave a startled gasp as Lay turned on the lights to the bedroom, illuminating you and your lover tangled up in the sheets of your bed. You brought the covers closer to you, feeling a wave of shame hit you as you looked up at Lay’s face, a mixture of devastation and betrayal, of anger and disgust hinting beneath his cold exterior. For the first time since you started cheating on him, you started to question your motives. Yes, you were lonely and in need of attention, but was this toy worth losing someone you used to love unconditionally, someone you still love deep down inside? 

“Lay,” you whispered, “I’m so deeply sorry you had to see this. You were never supposed to-”

“So this is the idiot that doesn’t give you the time of day anymore huh?” your lover interrupted you. “He doesn’t look all that badass to me. I could take him out in one shot. You sure he’s in the mafia?”

Your mouth fell open in shock at the audacity of their words. Don’t they know who they’re speaking to?

Lay mirrored your expression as he turned his gaze to your lover and whispered, “I could kill you in a heartbeat.” His eyes lingered a few moments longer as his muscles twitched at the thought. Then with a wave of his hand he discarded the thought and directed his attention back to you.

“I don’t know what I’m more disgusted by: you in someone else’s arms in our bed, or your complete lack of taste in sexual partners. I would’ve expected someone with manners and common sense... or at least someone with half a brain.”

“Hey!” your lover shouted. “I’m great in bed, and a better partner than you will ever be-!” Lay pulled out a gun and pointed it at them, silencing them.

“Lay, please don’t do this!” you said, getting out of bed and pulling on your robe. “I know you’re hurt but they don’t deserve this! They mean nothing to me, I swear it. You’ll never see them here again, I promise.” You clutched at his arm like your life depended on it.

“I know I won’t,” he started. “Because you’ll be killing them.”

Your face blanched at that statement. “What??”

“If you truly mean what you say, if they mean nothing to you, then you will kill them for me. Prove to me that you love me,” Lay said low, his eyes dark.

“I-I-” you stuttered. “I can’t... you’re crazy. I’m not a killer.”

Lay brought his face close to yours, his forehead touching yours. “If you don’t do as I tell you to, I’ll make sure your life becomes a living hell. So much so that you’ll wish I’d have killed you as well.”

The thought sent shivers down your spine and you knew very well that he wasn’t kidding, so you complied to his sadistic task. You took his gun into your hands and stared your lover in the face, who was unable to move due to the shock. Lay steadied your shaking hands and told you to pull the trigger. You closed your eyes, knowing full well that Lay’s aim wouldn’t falter, and pulled the trigger. The sound filled the air and you didn’t dare open your eyes before Lay pulled you out of the room and placed a kiss on your cheek, words of praise coming from his lips. 

Baekhyun:

You’ve been with Baekhyun for as long as you could remember. Although that wasn’t saying very much, you couldn’t remember a majority of your life before him. Baekhyun said it was because of a bad car crash you were in years ago, resulting in brain trauma and amnesia. You couldn’t remember any crash but that wasn’t unusual for trauma patients, or so you’ve been told. You didn’t mind not really knowing your past most of the time, you lived a happy and content life with Baekhyun. Even though he was in the mafia, you lived a relatively normal life because he kept you sheltered from his business. 

He always made sure to leave the mafia behind him when he came home to you. You loved the little rituals you had together: he would pick you up and kiss you as soon as he came home, you would cook dinner together, have cute Sunday city dates together. He would even call or text you good morning and good night when he’s away on business and remind you to take your medication. That was the only time you ever really thought about the mafia, when he mentioned your medication. Baekhyun had told you that his friends in “high places” had created it for you so you could live a normal life. You took his word for it and you generally don’t question what’s in the medication or why you need it. You just trust him, even though you don’t know why. You’ve just... always trusted him. 

You felt different when you didn’t take your medication on time. You would get dizzy and lightheaded, sometimes even a bit nauseous. Once that first wave of dizziness subsided, you were able to think clearly and remember faces of your past, probably friends or family members. You enjoyed how deep your thought process could get when your medication started wearing off because you usually had trouble concentrating and your mind would drift often. Maybe that was why you sometimes tried to test your boundaries and purposely skip your meds.

Just like today.

Things were going smoothly, you were fighting off the nausea with some tea and you managed to hide the dizziness well. You were writing down all of your thoughts in a journal, hopeful that you would one day make sense of them. You wondered how long you would get away with it this time, how long it would take Baekhyun to notice before he forced you to take your medicine. Even though you were in a clearer state of mind, you felt wary, even paranoid around him. Sometimes it drove you to lash out at him if he came near you. You never could understand why you felt such rage and terror at the same time towards him, especially since he was always so nice and caring towards you. 

Suddenly, you heard a voice behind you say, “You didn’t come to greet me when I came home today, darling.” A cold shiver ran down your spine and your heart began to race with anxiety. Damn it, you thought, so much for keeping my cool.

You got up and turned around to face Baekhyun. “I’m so sorry my love. I must have lost track of time,” you flashed him a smile and stretched out your hand to invite him into your arms, all the while trying to steady your breath. He picked you up and spun you around as usual, giving you a sweet kiss before holding you tight. You started to slip out of the embrace but he just brought you in tighter and you felt panic build up inside you. He knows, a paranoid voice told you. You have to get out, you have to run. 

Right as you started searching around the room for a weapon, Baekhyun brought you at arms length, his eyes staring intently at you. “Is something wrong my dear?” he asked, tilting his head as you shook yours. “You forgot to take your medication again, didn’t you?” he whispered low. 

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed the nearest object, your journal, and slammed it into his head, knocking him onto the ground. You started to make a run for the door but Baekhyun tackled you, pinning you underneath him. You cried out and started hitting him, but he was unfazed as he pulled out a small case from his pocket and opened it up. He took out a filled syringe, saying “You know what happens when you get like this, dearest. I have to give you your love shot. Now hold still, it will all be over soon.” He inserted the needle into your neck and emptied out its contents into your bloodstream. Your cries became weaker as your head grew fuzzy, the panicked frenzy leaving your body and being replaced with a feeling of warmth. 

You felt Baekhyun’s hand caress your cheek and heard him say, “That’s much better, isn’t it? Rest up now my dear. I’ll be back with your favorite food once I deliver some important documents to the boys in the lab. Thanks so much for giving me your journal, by the way. It’s greatly appreciated.” 

You wanted to curse his name, but all you felt were butterflies when you thought of him as you curled yourself up into a ball and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

D.O./Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo was afraid that this day might come. The day when you find someone new and leave him. He knew something was off, the way you would stay out all night “hanging out with your friends”, the increased number of text messages, the very faint smell of a cologne he didn’t own lingering on your skin. It was enough to make him aware of the imminent heartbreak that your sudden departure didn’t capture him by surprise.

It did, however, fuel his lust for revenge on the person who stole your heart. 

It wasn’t hard to figure out who you ran off with. Kyungsoo had known even before you turned cold that he was going to be trouble. He was a rich wannabe gangster who likes to drive fast cars, party hard and take recreational drugs on a daily. He was all fun and games with a hint of danger whereas Kyungsoo worked on hard operations in the mafia. You wanted to pick the fun route, so Kyungsoo decided to have some fun himself with a little game called “Operation: Love Shot”. 

He waited in a building across from your lover’s apartment, the window giving him perfect view of the living room. He had observed both of your patterns for the last few weeks, so he knew that it was soon time for his rival to pass through the living room to go make himself some coffee. He picked up his sniper and positioned himself. Around five minutes later, he saw your lover peek into view and fired without any hesitation or remorse.

After that, Kyungsoo packed everything up and prepared to meet you outside of the building of the apartment. He knew you wouldn’t call the cops, the sight of a dead body would be too much of a shock for you to handle. He smiled as he saw your silhouette getting closer, your clothes and hair disheveled while tears of fear streamed down your cheeks. You stopped in your tracks as you recognized Kyungsoo, his arms now outstretched, inviting you in for a hug. A wave of emotions ran through you: shock, confusion, happiness, understanding, horror, ending with acceptance. You closed the distance between the two of you and embraced him, new tears forming in your eyes while you promised him you’d never leave again. Kyungsoo locked his arms protectively around you, stroking your hair as he smiled in satisfaction.

Chen/Jongdae:

Jongdae loved you with all is heart, so much so that he would die for you. Another thought never occurred to him when he heard the news that you had been kidnapped. He was devastated and worked endlessly to track down your kidnappers. When he finally tracked his enemies down, he got a call from the leader, telling him to trade his life for you. 

It was like they had planned it: have him search for days, maybe even weeks for a sign of where you might be, make him exhausted, anxious, paranoid. All so that that phone-call would seem like a blessing and he would be more willing to accept the deal. 

His members, his brothers tried to talk him out of it. They said there had to be another way, and that they would figure something else out. But he tuned them all out, intent on saving the one person that meant the world to him. 

He went alone into the woods, to the destination point his enemy sent him. He was well-armed but only planned on using his weapons if they hurt you. Even though he was about to be giving his life away, he felt strangely calm. All he wanted to do was see you one last time, safe and out of harm’s way. 

He came up onto a clearing, where a jeep was parked behind his rival. They had agreed to meet in private, no over-excessive guards, no fighting, just a simple trade-off. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Jongdae asked, stopping about 10 meters in front of his rival. 

He snapped his fingers and two bodyguards came out from behind the jeep, dragging you along with them. You were scared and irritated but otherwise unharmed. Jongdae gave a sigh of relief. 

“Tell your men to release them. I will go with you as promised, but I want Y/N out of the way first,” he said.

“Jongdae you can’t possibly be serious! You can’t-” you cried out, a bodyguard knocking the wind out of you to silence you. Jongdae felt a flare of anger hit him and his fingers itched to grab his gun and shoot him. But he kept his cool, making a mental note to take care of him later. 

The rival gave a signal to the guards and they released you. You dropped down to the ground, seeming to catch your breath. Then, you jumped up and rammed one of the bodyguards into the ground with one swift, surprise kick. Jongdae reacted just as swiftly as you, pulling out his gun and shooting the bodyguard that punched you just as he was about to attack you. You pulled out a gun from the knocked-down bodyguard’s holder and aimed it at your enemy, who was standing in shock as he was trying to register the few seconds that were playing in front of him. Jongdae aimed his gun for the other bodyguard who was struggling to get up. The two of you fired at the same time, both perfectly taking down your opponents. 

The two of you stood in the middle of the scene, taking in the silence around you, letting everything sink in. Then, you dropped your gun and walked over to Jongdae, who was still staring at you in disbelief. You brought him in close for an embrace and he wrapped an arm around you.

Finally, Jongdae broke the silence. “Where did you learn that?”

“The fighting? I learned that from you, my love,” you said, putting a hand on his cheek.

“No, I mean.. I know that,” he started. “I meant, where did you learn to shoot?”

“Oh,” you trailed off, thinking about his question. “I didn’t... I guess it was just luck.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

Jongdae broke into a smile. “Or maybe it was a love shot,” he said, pressing a kiss onto your lips before leading you away from the scene and out of the woods. 

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[straylightdream]

Arsonists Lullabye (teaser)

coming soon...

pairing: mob boss! junmyeon x reader, bodyguard! sehun

word count: chapter one is 10.4k (I got carrried away)

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, violence, and murder. Future chapters will contain vairing amounts of sexual content, such as intercourse.

summary: Cold, wicked and ruthless we’re all words that people used to describe Junmyeon, but when I came to her he made an oath to protect her. Sehun was assigned to watch over her, he never expected for her to break down his walls.

teaser #1

The door creaks as it slowly opens. Your eyes drift up to see Junmyeon entering the room dressed in a suit with an unreadable expression playing across his face. His hair is pushed back and you can’t help but think about how he looks like he’s dressed for a funeral. He pulled up a chair sitting next to the bed. Silently he stares at you for what felt like an eternity. Your eyes are growing heavy the longer you stare at him. If he doesn’t speak soon you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to stay awake long enough to talk to him.

“You’re moving in here,” his voice finally breaks the silence.

Your eyes flutter open looking up at him. You aren’t sure if it’s your possible concussion, but you’re unsure if you heard him properly.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

“I told your brother that I would protect you if anything ever happened to him. So it is now my duty to watch over you,” he runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy sigh. The weight of the world seems like it’s on his shoulders. You assume being a very powerful mob boss was probably extremely stressful.

Your brother met Junmyeon when he was a teenager. They had attended the same school. They grew up together and you knew they were like brothers. You weren’t the only one who lost a brother that night. Junmyeon and his men lost someone who was like a brother to them.

Even though you were unsure about living with Junmyeon you had no desire to argue with him. You knew that if you left someone was going to kill you. They took out your brother and would have no problem killing you. Your life didn’t really exist without your brother either. You’ve never been a sociable person. You lived your life focusing on school attempting to make a better life for yourself. At the moment school didn’t even seem to matter to you anymore. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. The death of your brother would change your life forever. You could no longer pretend the dark underbelly of the city didn’t exist. You were pulled head first in wine colored sea. Luckily Junmyeon was there to offer you a lifeboat to save you from the monster that swam in the sea.

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[exhoe-imagines]

→ works in progress

✧ pairing: wu yifan x fem!reader ✧ genre: detective!au, undercover!au, fake relationship!au, enemies to lovers!au, smut, angst ✧ est. length: 5-8k ✧ progress: writing

“after a member of your detective team is killed by a mafia leader, you and your partner, wu yifan, must go undercover to avenge his death. there’s just one catch – you have to be disguised as a couple, but how believable with that be if you hate each other’s guts?”

✧ pairing: huang zitao x fem!reader ✧ genre: lawyer!au, mafia!au, smut, angst ✧ est. length: 5-7k ✧ progress: writing

“you had thought you’d left the gang life behind you. you were almost sure of it -- until your old friends showed up at your door, asking for a favor that led to you being on the run with a successful lawyer’s kidnapped infant daughter”

✧ pairing: oh sehun x fem!reader, exo ot9 x fem!reader ✧ genre: series, escort!au, smut, angst ✧ est. length: 2-4k per chapter ✧ progress: writing chapter III

“life as an escort has been quite unremarkable, until you are hired by sm to live with and work for exo. you’ve sworn to yourself and your mob boss to never form attachments to clients, but what happens when you begin to fall for sehun? will he ever understand the world you come from? and will you ever understand his?”

✧ pairing: exo ot12 x fem!reader ✧ genre: series, soulmate!au, reincarnation!au, smut, angst, some fluff ✧ est. length: 5-8k per chapter ✧ progress: writing chapter I and II

“throughout every lifetime you’ve met him – in all his different forms. you’ve gone through every challenge possible with him, but when you both push against the universe’s wishes, you start to realize what being alone truly feels like.”

✧ pairing: exo ot12 x gn!reader ✧ genre: series, supernatural!au, fluff, smut, angst ✧ est. length: 2-4k per chapter ✧ progress: planning

desc. coming soon!

✧ pairing: chwe hansol x fem!reader ✧ genre: ghost!au, heavy angst, fluff ✧ est. length: 8-10k ✧ progress: writing

“after moving into your new house, small pieces of its past are revealed to you, and you realize there are many more stories hidden in the walls than you could have ever imagined”

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✧ vampire!minseok + vampire!zitao x human!fem!reader oneshot; poly relationship, smut, fluff ✧ wolf!luhan x fem!reader oneshot; smut ✧ hybrid!junmyeon x (gender neutral?) reader; fluff ✧ sub!baekhyun x fem!reader oneshot; pwp, smut ✧ sub!chanyeol x fem!reader oneshot; pwp, smut ✧ tattoo artist!chanyeol x florist!reader oneshot; fluff, possible smut(?) ✧ wolf!kyungsoo x (gender neutral?) reader; fluff

✧ jooheon x reader oneshot; purge!au, angst ✧ roommate!wonho x fem!reader oneshot; smut

✧ sub!hansol x fem!reader oneshot; smut ✧ seungcheol x fem!reader oneshot; mafia!au, slight angst, fluff(?)

✧ yeo changgu x (gender neutral?) reader; friends to lovers!au, angst, fluff

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[marshmallow-phd]

In Your Arms

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Kris x Reader

A/N: Warning, this is a bit long. And I think I squeezed some fluff in there? I hope I did?

**

The view of you was distorted through the bottom of the glass, but Kris could still make out the small flickers you sent his way. He wasn’t allowed to approach you, not here. This place… it was too dangerous. Too many watchful eyes, too many loose lips. So, reluctantly, he kept his distance, leaning against the bar with one elbow while the opposite hand clutched the short glass of scotch.

You looked beautiful. Wearing the same dress from the night you first. It was almost like a taunt, the sparkle in your eye just adding to the torture.

As far as the people around were concerned, the two of you weren’t associated in any way. As the daughter of a rival mafia leader, you were kept away from this world for the most part, for your protection. But every once in a while, your father brought you to events like these, treating you like a fashion accessory or luxury car to show off. You were proof that he had it all - on the surface anyway.

At first, Kris had no interest in you. He was too busy making deals and watching his own back to care about the girl capturing everyone else’s attention. When he did look at you, he still felt nothing. There was no sparks, no failing of his breath, absolutely nothing that the fairytales spoke of happened to him. But things would change quickly as the night went on.

“Eyeing some new real estate?” Junmyeon - aka notorious mafia head Suho - slid up beside him and motioned for a drink of his own from the bartender.

Kris scoffed, all but tossing down his glass. “You’re real funny, Suho.”

“You’re the one with wandering eyes,” Suho shrugged. He was leaning forward on the bar with both his elbows, facing the opposite direction. He didn’t know about the two of you - no one did - but he was perceptive. He could see Kris glancing at you and that was dangerous. It was probably best that he left.

“I didn’t realize that observing the room was a bad thing.”

“Observing a room is innocent.” Junmyeon threw up a look to Kris. “But focusing on a certain mob boss’ daughter isn't.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “Keeping making up stories, Suho. I know how much they keep you company.”

“Ha-ha.” Junmyeon took a drink as Kris clapped him on the shoulder.

He shuffled his way through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hi or have a short conversation with a colleague. Being here, seeing you but having to pretend not to care, it was too hard. There was no way he could conduct business when his thoughts were so preoccupied. Leaving was the only option. He’d send apologies later. Wining and dining always worked in his favor. So, with his shoulders slumped and energy drained, he made it back to the valet waiting outside.

It took too long for his liking for his car to be brought up, but he gave a generous tip anyway and sped back to his place.

Kris loved living on top of the world.

Alright, so it wasn’t the top of the world, but it was a penthouse that took up the entire top floor of one of the tallest high-rises in the city. Walls made of glass gave him a breathtaking view of the streets below. Up here, he felt relaxed, away from the danger and the fast pace of the lifestyle he chose.

Reaching out, Kris placed a hand against the cold glass, staring at nothing in particular. The world was at his feet, practically no door was closed to him. He had almost everything he wanted. Funny how that works. You live a life where you want for nothing, but the moment you find something you can’t have, you need it. Its even worse when you didn’t want it in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Kris frowned, letting his hand drop from the glass. It left behind a perfect outline of his fingers before quickly fading away. 

Who could that possibly be this time of night?

Making his way to the front door, Kris took out the gun that rested on his hip. He had his back against the wall so he was nearly side by side with the entrance, the only thing between him and the door being the monitor that was currently off. As quietly as he could, he scanned his thumbprint on the little box below the screen, bringing it to life. A sigh of relief blew out from his lips.

It was you. A black pea coat and hat covered most of your features from anyone else, but it was certainly you.

Putting his gun down on the foyer table, he opened the door just wide enough for you to scurry in. After locking up again, he turned to you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked almost breathlessly.

With a shrug you took off the hat and peeled away the coat. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. Especially after I noticed that you’d left.”

Kris shook his head. “I wasn’t really in the mood for all the schmoosing.”

“Are you ever?” A teasing smile pulled up in the right hand corner of your lips.

A groan rumbled in Kris’ throat as he leaned his head back. Eyes closed, he fought with himself.

Going on like this was dangerous. More for him than you. The most your father would do to you would be something along the lines of stop taking you to the large gatherings of the families and keep an army of bodyguards around at all times. Him, though? He’d be dead. Perhaps left in an alley or dumped in the bay. Either way, he’d get a bullet in his head.

But he loved you. So much that he could forget about how every minute with you put his life at risk. Because when he was with you, he was more. More than just a gangster, more than a greedy criminal. You were different from the others because while you could understand this life he lived, you weren’t tainted by it. Your father had somehow succeeded in keeping you out of this dark underworld and for that, Kris was thankful.

At his lack of response, you nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go… and leave you alone.”

You were barely able to unlock the door and open it an inch before Kris was slamming it shut, whirling you around to crush his lips against yours. His grip on your face was tight, but not too much that you were in pain. He could never hurt you.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with each little word.

Your answer? A kiss. Gentle and sweet, soft and full of love.

**

You were sulking. You knew it. Your father knew it. In the corner of the lounge, you stood apart from everyone else, arms crossed over your chest and wine glass in hand. While your face was neutral, it was getting harder and harder to contain the irritation underneath.

This was the last place you wanted to be. For last few “get togethers” of your father’s friends, you’d been conveniently unavailable – out of the country, away at school, horribly sick. But it seemed your luck had ran out finally and now, after a good hour long fight with your father, you were forced to tag along. Somehow you were expected to be both aware of who exactly was around you and completely naive of what they did for a living. You never chose to be your father’s daughter. If you actually had a choice, you wouldn’t ran as far as you could a long time ago. 

Too many people had come up to you and engaged in conversations that you didn’t care to have. Shallow, meaningless words. These people were only kind to you because you were the mysterious daughter of the most powerful man in the room.  

“A frown doesn’t really belong on that beautiful face.”

Resisting the temptation to roll your eyes, you looked to see who’d decided to interrupt your solitude. Your frown only deepened. You had no idea who he was.

Tall, silver hair, a smirk that was not at all attractive even given his somewhat handsome face. You took a swig of wine, carefully swallowing it before replying, “Too bad. It’s my favorite accessory.”

“Now don’t be like that,” the man purred, slinking in closer to you. Your eyes scanned the room for your father, but he was nowhere to be found. If he got even a whiff of what this man was doing….

“Last I checked, I could be any way I wanted. Now, please leave.”

The man’s smirk deepened. “Give me a smile and then maybe I will.”

You scoffed. “How about I give you-”

“Back off, Xiao Fe.”

A new man entered the conversation, even taller than your unwanted guest. He stared down at the first, apparently called Xiao Fe, with a hardened look and a raised eyebrow. “Unless you want to end up tortured in the back of a van?”

Xiao Fe straightened up, unaffected by the threat. “I’m not scared of you, Kris.”

“I don’t give a crap about what you do,” Kris shrugged. “But given who her father is, I think he would care a whole deal on how you’re speaking to his daughter.”

“Her father?” Xiao Fe looked at you. He measured you up and down and then laughed. “The old man finally brought you out of the dungeon, huh?”

“Just get out of here before I throw you out a window,” Kris growled.

Something must have finally broken through because the idiot listened, stalking off. But not before throwing one last wink your way.

Rolling your eyes, you started off in the opposite direction.

“Wow, not even a thanks?” Kris asked sarcastically. You barely turned around enough to look at him.

“Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your help. So… no. I don’t think a thanks is really in order.”

The gangster shook his head. “Typical princess behavior.”

“Don’t act like you know a thing about me,” you hissed. Your grip was getting dangerously tight on the glass and it didn’t feel that sturdy in the first place. “Now, it’s probably your turn to walk away before my father sees. Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about you talking to me, now would we?”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Kris mocked. “Just don’t expect me to be there the next time you need help.”

You stared daggers into his back as he blended into the crowd, silently cursing at the fact that he was able to get in the last word. 

Deciding that you’d had enough, you down the rest of your wine and headed for the elevator. No one stopped you as you stepped into the little box that would take you to the ground floor of the hotel. Your father’s bodyguards tended to not watch you as closely as they were supposed to, however that was a good thing, working in your favor. You weren’t planning on going anywhere specifically, just away. You’d probably simply sit in the back of the car and wait for your father to be done in a few hours or so.

Outside, the air was chilly. The faintest wisps of smoke left your lips with each breath. You pulled your coat in closer to you as you searched the parking lot for the familiar SUV. Your father always preferred the bigger, more fortified cars than the tiny luxury vehicles. Finding the right one, you hurried over to get out of the cold. And, of course.

The door was locked.

Why didn’t you think about that before you came all the way down here?

You groaned, letting your forehead rest against the tinted window with a tock. You really didn’t want to go back upstairs. Maybe you’d be able to hold out here in the cold?

“Well, what an easy catch this was.”

Oh. Crap.

A pair of hands grabbed you before you could even think about running away.

Xiao Fe looked on smugly as you struggled against his goon’s grip. One hand covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming out for help, while his other arm caged you in against his chest. The two of them dragged you over into the alleyway, out of the eyes of someone who could possibly help.

“You know, I might actually feel bad if you hadn’t been so icy earlier,” Xiao Fe teased. The only response you could give was a glare as sharp as a knife. “I’m sure your father will hand over quite the pretty penny to get you back. Oh, how I wish I could see his face once he-”

Bang!

The man who was holding on to you dropped to the ground, dead. Blood poured from the gaping hole in his neck on to the dark asphalt by your feet. Xiao Fe was quick, taking the place of the goon. His own hold around your waist wasn’t as strong, but the gun he pulled out and held against your head was incentive enough not to fight back.

Kris emerged from the shadows, gun still smoldering from the first shot as he held it up in your direction. “Give this up, Xiao Fe, and I won’t tell her father what you tried to do.”

Kiao Fe laughed behind your ear. “Like I could take you at your word. How do I know you’re not looking for a reward for stopping me?”

“I’ve got enough money,” Kris said. “I don’t need pennies when I’m making dollars. I’m just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret.”

“Not a chance,” Xiao Fe growled. “Just move along. No one will know you were involved if you leave now.”

Kris hesitated. His eyes lowered to your own fear-filled gaze. Silently, you were begging him not to leave. To not leave you in the hands of this monster. Who knew what he would do to you once he got you alone?

Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, Kris took a step forward. Xiao Fe retaliated, shooting Kris in the shoulder.

“NO!” you screamed out. Kris fell back onto the ground. He clutched the spot where the bullet had torn through the skin, red liquid oozing from between his fingers. Xiao Fe struggled to keep ahold of you as you fought to get away, to get to Kris to see if he was alright. You hardly knew this man – you didn’t know him at all, really – but something inside of you was desperate to get to him, to make sure he was okay. The idea of him dying, because of you and your stupidity, was unbearable.

Moving up to his knees, Kris grunted and looked up at you. He motioned with his free hand for you to get down. Immediately, you bent forward, giving him a clear shot. And he met the target.

Xiao Fe dropped like a marionette doll, eyes wide open and empty.

You scrambled over to Kris, pressing your hands on top of his to try and slow down the bleeding. But he pushed you away.

“Get out of here,” he huffed out in between ragged breaths.

“No, we have to get you to a hospital!” You tried unsuccessfully to pry his hand away from his shoulder. All that accomplished was him pushing you away again.

“Go! Now! I’ll be fine!”

You didn’t believe him. How could you?

“Kris-”

But he didn’t say anything else as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body slumped to the ground.

“NO!”

**

The force of you flinging up into a sitting position was enough to rattled Kris from his sleep. Your breaths were shallow, coming out quickly as you searched around his bedroom frantically. Gently coaxing you into his arms, he shushed softly into your ear until you were calm again.

“Bad dream?” he asked when he thought it was safe.

You nodded, refusing to look up at him.

He pushed a little more. “What did you dream about?”

Your answer came so low that he had to strain to hear you correctly. “The night we met.”

“Wow.” He laughed in hopes to lighten the mood. “Good to know that you think us meeting is a nightmare.” That made you send a fist into his chest. It knocked the air out of him, but he still laughed through it. Having you here did that to him. Rare were the times that you spent the night, that he could have you until the sun came up. Most of the time, one of you had to sneak off before you were caught.  

You weren’t laughing now, though. With the tip of your finger you traced the outlining scar from the bullet he’d taken for you. When it’d happened, he’d called himself an idiot. He’d told you only minutes prior that he wouldn’t come to your rescue again, but there he was, playing the white knight. In turn, you saved him, too.

Somehow, you’d managed to get him to the hospital, keeping him alive. But you were gone before he woke up, only the nurses giving him clues to how he’d ended up there, who had been the angel that brought him in. A week later, he was tracking you down again, “accidentally running into you” to say thanks. From there, the two of you were constantly having “accidental” run-ins. 

“Mutual stalking” was what you’d called it.

It didn’t take long for the feelings to bubble to the surface. Both of you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. Fear of discovery was always in the back of his mind and yours, but the two of you couldn’t deny the bond, the connection that kept bring you back. He had no ability to let you go. 

“Raul got hurt two nights ago,” you whispered suddenly.

Raul was one of your father’s closest confidants. The fact that you knew about him getting hurt meant it must have been bad. “Is he okay?”

You nodded. “He’ll live. That’s what Father said.”

Kris caressed your face in an attempt to sooth you. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes. A bit.” Finally, you looked up at him. “I just thought of you. Of you getting hurt. Or worse.” Without warning, you jumped on him, kissing him deeply. You rose up on your knees and Kris steadied you with his hands on your hips. Only when you needed air again did you pull away. “Run away with me.”

Kris furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Leave with me.” You begged. “Please? I can’t take these short nights anymore. I need you. Every day. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt in this life, especially because of me.”

“Your father-”

“We’ll go where he can’t find us.” Your eyes were desperate, hoping for the answer you were seeking. 

Kris had thought about it before. Taking you away and keeping you for himself. But he didn’t want to be selfish, to pull you away from the life you’d always known. And yet, here you were, asking him to do that very thing. 

Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up and put you down playfully on the bed, getting a squeal out of you. 

“If you’re serious,” he said after kissing you, “then we’ll leave tonight.”

A smile spread across your face. “Do you mean it?”

“Absolutely. I can’t ever tell you no.”

This was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing he would ever do in his life. But you were worth it. You were every breath he took. So he would take the chance. It would be a short life together if your father found the two of you. If you were willing to risk it, however, then he would meet you on the treacherous path. 

Because here in your arms was the most perfect place he would ever be. 

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2.

Featuring: Mob Boss Kim Minseok 'Xiumin' × Reader (OC- Yaya)

Mob Doctor Zhang 'Lay' Yixing × Reader (OC- Yaya)

EXO Ensemble

Cold, distant and unyielding with his twin knives for choice at any gun fight, was what Xiumin, was known for. That was all in the darkness and away from her. With her, Minseok is a loving university sweetheart. Yixing and the rest of the group are worried for them and their time apart. Will it compromise our couple's safety?

Warnings: Angst.

AN: This was all for Minseok, yet Yixing's presence took its place in between and around our couple. Caringly so.

In the spirit on my and Minseok’s shared birthday month. March Babies ALERT!

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"Boss-hyung we are always at this for hours. What exactly are we looking for? Maybe I can help."

"It’s all right Baek, I need to do this on my own." The younger man, nodded and shut the door behind him.

The biggest insult in the entire situation, was that he left her for long periods of time and made up for the absence by his around the clock surveillance he had the guys maintain on her.

The living areas of the home, through the sophisticated technology tracked her thermal form around the house. Only when Minseok was in the room did he punch in his code and scan his thumb print to turn the thermal images to the live ones.

"Boss, the place and territories have quietened down, of some sorts. Perhaps you can have yourself some personal time." Yixing prodded, while side eyeing his boss.

As Minseok, he was reminded of the time he was on a Safari ride with Yaya as she and the game ranger had described the population dynamic and the ways of the animal ganglands. They had stopped to take in the raw and wide land expanse, littered with gangs and herds of animals, sharing the same space. Each keeping a weary eye on the other, while plotting for the other’s attack or their own survival. His second lifestyle was just what his wife, then fiancé, had explained with fascination as they had stopped to wait for a giant rock python complete its crossing of their vehicle’s path. The thought of the man-eating snake, rivalling a grown anaconda, still gave him shudders.

Then he was the ruthless Xiumin. The mafia boss of the fast-growing mafia, and all gangs around their territories feared for themselves and their own land. Especially fearful, were those controlling the waters between them and Japan or China. Their territory may have been narrow but it stretched from Seoul to the furthest east sea point.

The pair, along with Junmyeon- as Suho when on the job, had started it all for EXO, in their circle of friends, the original three hyungs. Highly educated, one being an advocate in criminal law, now wrapping up his maritime law articles, the other a trauma surgeon by qualification and their leader a PhD graduated in something to do with environmental sciences. They had all crossed paths in their undergraduate years and have stumbled into the shady part of their lifestyle, to fight the corruption behind their administrative aspect of their nine-to-five. Sometimes, Yixing thought the man to have equally attained his doctorate in the art of gangsterism. His best friend was just that good. In everything he did.

The rest of the team, were also well educated as per Minseok's requirement to thrive in their circle. A little over a decade they have been together, masters of their own field.

Sehun was a weapons forensicist in the city's special crimes unit. Also, the group's maknae, being the best shooter out of the academy. He has his way with the bow too. He and Minseok enjoyed a shooting match from time to time. For his last birthday, he had gifted him with a Barrett MRAD, which he prized so much, he filed for leave at work and disappeared into the woods behind the compound to test it out. IT and software developer- Baekhyun and Jongdae, culinary chef- Kyungsoo, a broadcasting media director-Jongin and customs agent- Chanyeol. Chanyeol was often on the road, back and forth from port to Seoul. Each person played their role in the smuggling of goods, gun ringing and keeping everything about their gang, under lock and key. Most of their wealth, by the three friends, was built on the hits they have cashing in, to fund their other main front, of gun ringing. A few assassinations hits, the gang took care to correct a social injustice perpetuated by the wealthy or dirty politicians. Nothing they took on was beyond their skills set. The compound was littered with armed bodies around the clock, patrolling the compound, but nothing came close to their own digital security and Baek's eye in the sky. In their part-time duties as assassins, they all played their roles seamlessly. Each person adapting their killing methods to their dominant skill sets. This was Minseok tactical idea from the beginning. Versatility in his circle. The first three of the group, having recruited the rest in some way under unique circumstances.

John Wick could take a point or two more from Nini, by weaponizing office desk stationery. He was had been Myeon's recruitment, after butting heads about broadcasting rights to a story, a client, Myeon was representing, did not want broadcast. Baek and Dae were his first two out three recruits, during their time in university. The hacking pair can level a building with their drones and that would be barely scratching the surface. Incidentally, the 'Angel Has Fallen' lake scene is their joint favourite to date. Soo was his third recruit, and the group were still unsure who was Minseok's favourite, between the shooter and chef. Yeol was another recruit, by Junmyeon. Through his shady clients, the pair had crossed paths late at night at the docks. Simply, Myeon is the best at mind fucking to the point of insanity and paranoia, legal jargon unnecessary. Everyone avoided getting into an argument with him. His quiet demeanour should always be a warning enough for his enemies, but they just never take the silent hint. That is why, he's his right-hand man, well-groomed to take over for him at any point.

Zhang Yixing, with an assassin's name of Lay, was the group’s most creative killer, having recruited another creative member, their maknae. The pair, also crossing paths with their line of work when the younger man was treated by the older for a serious gunshot wound. Yixing, relishes on the comfort and familiarity of his lab, when the group struggles for information extraction from the prisoner. The doctor is the go-to, with the help of his nurse or technician. Extracting the prisoner's DNA, his technician profiles the person’s genealogy to expose and manipulate the weakness. Creating specially coded infectious mutations, the infection only attacks the person it's coded to, so everyone else remains safe. He sits with the person, if he had not already rearranged their body, leaving them with just enough life and sanity to get through his interrogation. He would tease the prisoner with the antidote, by placing it in front of them. Without missing a beat, he explained the devastations the infection would deal, not long after, will the person confess. They always confessed.

Minseok on the other hand, only dealt with sharp, pointy objects. That's how old school he was, no matter how brilliant he was with everyone else’s preferred weapons. He was never spared from the younger friends’ jokes of his 'Old ways'.

Fencing, Kendo, and just about every Korean martial art, he bested. The entire third floor was dedicated to their exercise and training regimes. Sehun's shooting range, Yeol's indoor pool, Xing's medical wing and lab, Myeon's interrogation room then everyone's typical gym area. Soo's meat locker in the basement with assortment of culinary knives. The Situation Room was mainly occupied by the computer hackers. Minsoek's training space, was never entered by anyone for use. It was the quietest part of the compound, everyone felt it.

Not that they were prohibited, because the group had blown up and framed his wedding picture, with all of them wearing dress shirts with a traditional headdress and the most excited of smiles on everyone's faces. Even Soo’s heart shaped smile, had been teased by Yaya, much to everyone’s delight.

It was captured by their photographer. Yaya pointing at Soo’s cheeks, her back to him. Yeol was nearly on the ground with laughter, Baek, Dae and Sehun clinging onto each other to stay up. Xing and Nini had buried their heads on either of Myeon’s shoulders, towering over him. His own face full of his rosy cheeks and eye smile. Minsoek had his arm around her waist, her weight, comfortable nestled against his chest. His face was blocked from the camera lens, when his nose had nestled in her neck, taking in her natural apples and pomegranate scent. Absently, her other hand holding up the headdress from tipping over by being nudged by his shoulder. Yaya being the only female in the picture. She was dressed in her traditional wedding attire that had blown all of them away when her younger brother walked them down to him.

_______

"Hyung, is that her?" Chanyeol, hardly whispered, towering over the seated crowd, leaning into Junmyeon’s ear.

"You got to be shi… kidding me! " Baek leaned around Yeol, leaning back and forth, tracking the walking bride.

"Are you sure she not a royal or a descendent of some African royal family? Mumbled as flabbergasted Jongin.

"Should we ask our Yixing-ge’s tech to look into her genealogy?" chimed Soo, "

They watched as their Yaya, beamed with joy and laughter, heard up the aisle, as she danced and swayed to the guests’ song and ululations. Dressed in black and white, with beadwork and more beaded accessories elegantly worn or draped on her, they quietly jingled with her movement. A small shield and traditional dagger in hand, instead of the western choice of a bouquet. Sehun’s opinion indicated his favour over yaya’s choice than the conventional.

"A shield and dagger to her and boss’s wedding?" The maknae’s brows dangerously furrowed at the far end, "He indeed chose well. They were made for each other."

"I’ve always known, we had a warrior amongst us, to be able to put up with your brattiness." Chimed Baek, safely tucked away from the younger man’s reach.

"Whose uncles we saved you from, when you nearly gulped down their gift." Minseok chipped, his two cents, in.

An exchange of gift was part of a tradition they had researched thoroughly, around their Situation table, around the clock, so to honour the coming together of both families. Everyone had agreed that gifts to the male elders, were for each man in the group to bring a along their favourite and rarest bottle of whiskey. Baekhyun’s nerves had been shot, for being so long and far away from his office, that he near chugged down the closest ‘liquid courage’ he laid his eyes on.

Their cotton dress shirts had been well-tailored and slightly longer in length. It was adorned with simplified textile design, taken from her more intricate detail, on her dress. He was in all black with offsetting whites from the design, while the others were in matching outfits as his but the opposite colour coordination. He never carried his daggers with him, whenever he was out of the country or with her. The conditions were at its most relaxed in years. He had been welcomed with open arms, all of them were. Baek and Yeol were in the elements with Yaya’s cousins.

"Your finest kkaebsong moment, Baek?" Chanyeol merciless with his thrill and laughter. The rest of the group, except the groom and Dae, were caught in fits silent giggles as the man at the butt of the joke hung his head in shame.

Dae had been an emotional mess, silently nodding at everything around him, taking it all in, as his big day was fast approaching.

"It’s a good thing, we’re mumbling in Korean, and no one can hear our dumb and all telling mutters."

Soo had looked up to the bickering pair, he was sandwiched between. Both looked back to Minseok and shrugged their apologies.

All the muttering did not go unheard, as he looked to Yixing, wanting his friend to mildly scold the muttering into silence, but he looked somewhat confused at the proceedings. He, instead shot a pleading look to his other best friend, whom shushed everyone with a tut. Before, everyone settled into begrudging silent awe, Yixing peered to his friends, on either side of him as Minseok’s eyes, never left the eyes of his woman.

"Will her funeral be this extravagant and ornate?"

"Zhang Yixing, what is wrong with you? That topic, of all places, of all times?" both friends looked exasperated at the figure, between them, as they stood near the aisle. The rest of the group, on Myeon’s far side, looked like puppies witnessing the improbable, Santa coming down the chimney, seeing their presents under the tree on Christmas morning and watching the first snowfall all at the same time.

"My point was, that it would a beautiful sight to witness too, if this is what her culture offers for us to witness and appreciate."

"What you deem as ‘witnessing’ it’s her way of life, mind you."

"I don’t think you’ll be witnessing any funeral anytime soon, besides she will be a Kim soon, as the elders had mentioned. From here on, she will have renounced her family’s ways to fully be a member of the Kim family."

"How rightfully so." Myeon huffed with pride, nudging his back with his shoulder.

"To think of Min, all eight of us will be gaining a sister, a younger sibling, or both by the end of the ceremony."

"Yeah, Minseok, when will you tell her about your little sister and introduce her to your real family."

Yixing had asked, as an afterthought.

"But you’re my real family, my brothers." He played around with his Myeon’s words, and the friend was none too pleased.

He was going to tell her about his family and how their hiding has left him somewhat estranged from if not for the distance but the time apart. He had passed a look letting them of his thoughts and decision and the trio of hyungs nodded their agreement.

"Now all of you shut it, before you have her think twice and turn around, with your chatter." Their leader gritted out.

Yaya had finally reached your proximity, yet you stepped forward to meet her and nod your appreciation at her brother. Clearly upset that his older sister was not around half the time, had only returned to arrange her traditional wedding, and she will be permanently based overseas. Minseok had made a silent vow, to have them back for a visit. Once the territories had settled into the takeovers, new gangs accepting his leadership and those of his group, with few hits being called to them.

"You look like some ethereal fairy queen, from some fantasy fable." He bowed, deep, to her.

"But Min, all traditional brides dress like this on the day of the wedding..."

"But love, I only have eyes for you." He had countered and he meant every word that day, most importantly their shared vows to each other.

All eight of them had given their excited and shy thumbs up, at her wink over her shoulder as the proceedings began.

_______

That was nearly a year ago. Nothing had settled, their honeymoon postponed indefinitely, as she too had to gear up for her boss’s overseas diplomatic tour. Everything seemed to be residually up in the air. Since the wedding, he was aware that the group, broke away to individually spend pockets of time with Yaya when he was off on a job. They knew of his disapproval and it was the only thing they blatantly disregarded. And he has never had the heart to say anything about the matter, either.

No one entered or joined him during his trainings as no one hoped to risk their limbs in starting to so late in their lives on the arts. Minseok had been groomed in the Arts from the time he could walk.

A knife was an extension of his limbs. Since he handled his weapon, even to the point of release, he always polished his blades and wore leather gloves to every job.

"There is something off about her." He had mused to himself, unaware that Yixing had entered the room.

"What do you mean by ‘off’?" his friend took him by surprise at his appearance, but recalled his expressions.

"She has been cutting off her days at work and returning home, earlier than before, only to take long showers, remain longer in our closet with her laptop, and go straight to bed." he tore his gaze off the monitor, showing her thermal shadow, dozing on the couch, to Yixing shrug, "That is when she is not taking days off."

"Her boss is currently abroad on some summit, maybe she opted out of gruelling travelling schedules, to prepare for impending promotion into a senior role, that Dae dug up from her file.

"I doubt she is even aware of that. It’s not it, I feel it in my gut."

He heard him mutter but was too absorbed in his thought to make out the words.

"Hmm? Come again?"

"Maybe if you went home, you can ask her yourself, what is that is wrong?" he watched his friend’s shrug at his clipped response. He brushed his mood off to his fatigue from the past few days of interrogation and cleaning up after his mess in the lab.

"Lately I have been imagining little Yayas around the house." He spoke, eyes trained on the monitor, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Are you sure you want to bring children into this mess?"

His friend spoke out his second guesses.

"Yeah, why don't we wait until we have cleaned up our act. That's if we ever will."

"I believe Dae, may have just beat you to that." The doctor confessed knowingly.

Another thing about their address. They kept it to relatively respectable tone, relinquishing of honorifics unless they really wanted to use them. And they all seemed to fall in Minseok tendency to half their full names when addressing them, to which everyone else has followed suit.

"Nothing gets past you, does it?"

"I'm a surgeon, and torturous assassin... I have been well groomed to find out and know about these things." The man stood and left his friend to be, with a quite close.

______

"When will you tell him?"

"Tell him what exactly?"

"That you're with child... your child... his child... both your child."

"What made you think it was his?"

Sceptical look held her own of sudden fire, which dwindled to a faltering spark, when she knew that man saw through her.

"If... if you haven't noticed, he's nowhere around to break the news to." She gestured around the apartment, helplessly throwing her arms around her to drive her point.

"I know he's always a call away. Why won't you try that, for once."

It looked like the man knew more about her marital dynamics than she would have initially liked or was comfortable with. After all, she didn't know half of what was happening with the other half that belonged in her marriage. Now she too had her own matters, developing dramatically over the next months to come. Her matter pressed for the little time, to be shared, whether she was ready, wanted to or was obligated too. The man that stood in front of her, had determined her condition with a few observations and referring to his mental notes about her condition. Knowing how shrewd, cunning and sharp her husband always is, he will latch on very soon upon setting his beautiful eyes on her and spend enough hours with her to notice the differences.

"Yixing-ge, I’m still taken by surprise by all of this. I'm still coming to terms that in a few months I will have someone to look after, around the clock for the next eighteen years."

The doctor gave a smile, at her look of horror and disbelief.

"But, Minseok-hyung will be around too, to help with those eighteen years," he hesitated before adding, "and the rest of the group too."

"Oh, no. No no no, no." She sat deeper in her seat, fiddling with the right angle to cushion her lower back, "I don't know what I could have said or done that day, to have driven all of you away. It had been the last I had heard from all the boys since. That was almost a year after I had met Minseok."

"You are… uhm, you’re not at fault Yaya. That you should understand."

Yixing remembers how homesick she was. Min had told them and they had decided to surprise her with a cook out, the day of her country’s Heritage Day celebration.

"Then you intend on stealing away from your friend’s company while the others distract him, to sneak some time with the baby?"

"I know Nini, will steal every chance he has."

"I’m curious about how Sehun will handle the news."

"I’ve seen him with Vivi, whenever he brought him along," she looked to him, "He will surprise all of you."

"Soo is our wildcard." They shared a nod of agreement.

"Dae will have already had practice, so we can rest easy with him around."

"Unless he starts losing his shit, when the baby starts screaming." He watched with amusement when her eyes went wide.

"The thought of a baby’s scream, has my soul squealing. What fuck were Min and I doing, gege?"

She uncharacteristically, whined.

She buried her head in his hand, that was draped over the couch.

"Everyone will be fine, because Junmyeon will be there when you’re not around." He assured.

That seemed to calm her and look up to his face, with fresh amusement, which head caught on.

"Bless Baekhyun and Chanyeol in advance." they spoke in unison, and roared with laughter.

"And we’re still not hear the absurdity of your proposal?" she sobered.

He saw that she wanted to walk over and sit by the window, but thought otherwise with a wince at her back, "Why is Minseok being like this?" she whispered to herself."

Yixing heard but pushed for the earlier angle of their conversation, with a mental note to punch his friend once he returned to the mansion, and Min returned from his meetings.

"But we flew in for your and hyung's wedding."

"Does that count, Yixing?"

Her voice had grown small, as if, she was fearful of his answer, an answer she may not like.

"I'm deeply sorry, we made you feel that way, but trust what I say that it is not at all what you think."

"Then what should I be thinking, so I can have him come back home?" She threw at him, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I'm sorry..."

"Stop apologising!" She bit out.

He paused and registered himself to push through his point.

"I'm sorry, but he has all the answers to your questions. I only came by to make sure you're okay and let you know that I'm here whenever you need me."

"I don’t need you, neither of you. I can take care of myself."

"Yaya…" he called quietly, weathering her outburst with his raised brow.

She nodded; her face averted from his searching eyes. Her trembling fingers came up to swipe away the rapidly falling tears.

Her constant need to nap, her very sensitive and tender breast, too irritable to any touch, the untouched boxes of sanitary products Minseok always had them delivered a week before her period began. She knew he had her five days cycles for each of the year saved on his phone calendar reminder.

"How is your body adjusting to the changes?"

"Are we really going there, gege?"

Her sigh, he would remember for some time, had echoes all the frustrations, sadness, confusion, longing, pain, and loneliness that was not linked to the topic at hand.

"The discomfort is always there, everywhere," she let out a self-deprecating laugh, "the sensitivity to certain smells, especially in the mornings."

"Any sicknesses or cravings so far?"

"Both, come and go. Heck! I’m, starting to waddle especially when my feet start to swell towards the end of work. I wake every morning, finding myself needing to adjust to the added and growing weight." She sighed.

He watched as she reached to pat her relatively flat tummy, then checked her action with an imperceptible glance in the direction of the living room surveillance camera, concealed as one of the buttons their sound system.

'Did she know... did she find out about the camera and the others around the house too?'

She tore her eyes from the camera's direction then held his.

'Fuck, she knows.'

She completed her action by bring that same hand, up, to rub on the bridge of her nose.

"Basically, I'm tired all the time if I'm not forgetful of almost everything around me."

"It will all feel somewhat manageable, were there a second person to help you out on where you feel yourself fall short."

"Yixing..."

"Okay, I'll drop it... for now." He held his palms up in defence.

The comfortable conversation, had come to be, with his request to Baek, that he mute the audio to the thermal footage and that he keeps the visit between them. It had taken little convincing to the computer whizz to agree with him, although clueless to reason for the visit and his main loyalty

towards their boss, the person responsible for his recruitment into the group. With all his friends being

rather smart in their respective fields, he knew his friend deduced the reason to being something

medically related, with 'doctor-patient' confidentiality applying to him too.

"I shall leave you, Kim Yaya-ssi."

"Your visit was unexpected," she huffed out, getting on her feet, shooing away the doctor’s offered

helping hand, "but, you're always most welcome, gege."

They smiled at their affectionate tones. They were by the door, when she stuttered to a halt.

"How... how did you find out, in the first place?"

"The medical community is quite smaller than one might think." he tilted his head, waiting to see if

she needed more convincing, "Your chosen doctor was my classmate in medical school."

"I see." She offered vaguely. Her expression, indecipherable to his scrutiny.

Minsoek had really rubbed off on her, actually he also sees her traits coming through his best friend,

when he least expects to witness them. Yixing was not sure how aware the couple was of this.

His hyung would rain down deathly glares for doing this, but he leaned down and planted a peck on

her forehead.

"Please take care, little one. I have had Soo include some recipes to try out, and drink the vitamins

I have prescribed for you as..."

"Relax I know, your old classmate has been helping me out with that, with every appointment we

have."

"Will hyung be present in the following one?"

"I hope so, Yixing. I hope so."

"Very well, then goodbye for now, Yaya."

"Goodbye, Yixing."

One, he never mentioned the unethical methods he resorted to, to make the old classmate cough up the information at the same time swearing him secrecy about the exchanged information unless the patient in question asked otherwise. Two, he had no idea how final their goodbyes would be. Days after their meeting, Jongin may have sense something from the way he had been watching Yixing and at one point had walked in on him reading up an OB/GYN journal. It was his job after all, to dig for answers, facts and the truth. He always stressed that there was a major difference and everyone should get with that program. Of course, Junmyeon agreed with him. Another, knowing thought may have been planted by his experience with his own sisters’ pregnancy symptoms of his niece and nephew.

Without a word, as he watched the thermals with Baek’s earpiece on, he walked into apartment.

Ushering Yaya to remain seated on the couch, he moved to pry the laptop from her lap and place it on her side table. Pulling the rug from her and replacing the space with a cushion, he placed his head on her lap and would lie there in silence to Yaya stroking his hair from his face.

"Long day at work?"

"Amongst other things. I just need to be here, for a while… I think."

"Are you sure, you’re okay, Jongin-hyung?"

"I sometimes forget that I’m a hyung, although Sehun never treats me like one."

"I know, but us, the youth, love you very much as our older folk."

That release barks of laughter from the man on her lap. Yixing was smile, in spite of himself. He

watched as the pair threw their heads back in uncontrollable laughter.

"You have always been like a little sister I never had, Yaya-ssi," Yixing watched and listened as the

figure lying on the couch was about to reveal his knowledge of her secret. It would be now a secret

amongst the three, as she was yet to share her news to Min. "I am seeing the signs, the glow and

Yixing-hyung’s constant visitations… I am happy you’re finally making a third time uncle out of me."

He heard her shuddered breaths, and her look to the ceiling. She was holding back the tears. She

was taken aback by yet another hyung who has confronted her about her now-barely-kept secret.

"What are you thinking Kim Yaya?"

Yixing was his most pensive in the last few days, since finding out. He had been sharpening his skills and ever prepared for the results of the groups outings. He was especially watchful of his boss, making sure that Chanyeol kept and extra careful eye out around their leader on the field. Yaya’s doctor, had shared all he could share, as colleagues about a patient, but her file under lock and key in his medical room safe. He did not trust and digital copies, that Jongdae or Baekhyun could hack into. Their curiosity new no bounds.

It had been a matter of time, when Soo had caught on. She had declined her favourite glass of merlot, uncomfortably shifting in her bar seat. Yixing again had been watching, when everyone else was out for the evening. Minseok and Chanyeol were out on a hit, Baek and Dae were out on personal leave to be with their partners. Everyone else was on the look out to keep the yet-to-be-confirmed assassination under wraps while the two members were out. Soo was the only one free, to work at his restaurant that night, and Yixing covering for the hackers. He had zeroed in on the restaurant’s cameras.

"Yaya, what is wrong? You never turn down, even a sip of the wine."

"I know, I’m just not feeling all too well, tonight?"

"Tonight, or every other night for the last few weeks, Yaya?"

No wonder, Baek and Chanyeol sometimes dubbed their Kyungsoo as Minseok’s prodigy while Jongdae and Junmyeon argued that Sehun’s quiet presence and maturity rivalled none in the group, besides their leader. He chose to delve deeper into his charts and remain in his lab, while Minseok silenced with a stare and tongue poking at his inner cheek, showing his thoughtfulness as he followed him out the room, when that argument arose.

"Kyungsoo-hyung, stop the questions and scrutiny so I can choke down my food."

"Your insults know no limits, this evening." he gently admonishes, his eyes warm, when he pinned her with a thoughtful peer, reminiscent of his friend’s, the doctor watched on.

The restaurant having been close far earlier, than usual, to host its sole current occupant, made for the audio that much clear from the usual chatter and buzzing lull of the sophisticated diners. It also helped that the owner could finally reveal his suspensions to the friend, seated in front of him. Yixing knew about Kyungsoo’s test, by preparing a rather fragrant dish, as a knowing cook, that her sensitive nose may not welcome.

Yaya looked to squirm and turn her nose at every way, from it being over her plate. Soo’s amused look, tinged with concern, was never missed by the doctor.

‘Damnit! Soo, stop it and take that plate away!’ he punched in his phone.

He watched as the chef lazily glanced at his phone on the counter, with his arms still crossed over the high counter, leaning on them and watching the woman’s suddenly rapt gaze out the window.

‘Fuck! You’ve made your point, or else you’ll be mopping the floor at the mess you’re provoking.’

The return was swift and a sly smile, up to the camera.

‘I didn’t chalk you up to be the one, to first cave. She has more balls than you, it would seem.’

‘Should I inform the boss of your observations?’

‘Not if you want to oust yourself in the process and get her in trouble with hyung.’

‘D.O… Fuck you!’

A muted shrug up at him, was all the answer he would get.

"Now, Yaya-ssi, would you like dessert instead?"

Yixing shoved his phone in his pocket with a huff, rolling his shirt sleeve up in frustration.

He watched as she looked upwards at the ceiling, her thumbs dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

"You’re paying dearly for this." As he watched his friends look of guilt and remorse turn away from his view to the kitchens to prepare her quiet request at a rum and raisin tub with a mango slice on top a peri-peri sauce on the side.

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