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Black Daisies| Ch.12 | Judas

Summary:

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

An NCT mafia AU with OT23. Summary: Working for the mafia comes with many layers. There’s excitement, violence, loss, and betrayals. Yet there’s also friendship, family, loyalty, and code. The last thing it needs? Love and all the complexities it brings.

TW: violence, death, mentions of sex, drugs, and other illegal activities. If you’re uncomfortable with any of these, feel free to skip. Author’s note: This is purely a work of fiction. In no way am I supporting all the illegal activities and behaviors that might be mentioned in the story nor am I implying that any member of NCT acts whichever way I may write them here.

Previously > Chapter 11 > La Morte

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Fic Trailer

There was a ringing in my ears that blocked out every other sound in the room. My eyes, which have been stuck on the screen of what used to be Johnny and Mark's camera, moved slowly to the one next to it, only to see Yuta’s connection go offline as well. Beside me, Jungwoo was trying desperately to get the connections back online, his cries for our other members over his microphone lost on me. I couldn’t hear anything except for the buzzing that has slowly filled my head, making me numb all throughout.

A sharp stab of pain from someone grabbing my arm harshly brought me back to reality. I turned to my side and tried to refocus my gaze on the face of my father’s mistress. She looked pale with shock too, but the fear in her eyes has intensified.

“Get a grip on yourself. You have to do something. You need to get help.”

It was like I was suddenly doused with water after she said that. Snapping back to the situation, I whipped around to look at Jungwoo who has now resorted to checking the view from the drones that we always have on backup. I scrambled to get to the nearest console to me and connected to the first person that my instinct told me to call.

He answered after about three rings.

“Taeyong—”

“Where are you? Are you at the headquarters?”

“Yes. Johnny and Yuta—”

“I know. Don’t worry. We got them.”

His words made me stop in shock. I know the plan and format for this mission—which originally doesn’t include him—so I’m completely lost as to what is happening right now. Frowning, I turned to look at Jungwoo who was still trying his best to find any sign of life from the drone cameras that he had scouring over the mission area. It’s obvious he is just as clueless as I am from the way he was desperately trying to locate the others.

“What do you mean you have them. Where are you?”

“Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang, and Sicheng were watching over. We just got the message that they’ve secured them out of the area.”

Wait. WayV? There was a contingency plan with them?

“Listen, I need you to do something,” the urgency in his voice pulled me back from my confused state. I tried my best to focus and pressed my in-ear harder to hear him better. Now I could pick up voices in the background from his end, as well as a sharp screeching of tires against pavement as if they were speeding down a highway.

“What is it?”

“No matter what happens, don’t stop Lucas, okay?”

“What? What do you mean—”

Just then, a sharp inhale of breath from my side made me whip around in surprise. With wide eyes, I watched as Lucas’ towering frame caught the limp body of the woman beside me, a handkerchief in his hand covering half of her face. Jungwoo looked on with equal shock, momentarily forgetting what he was doing.

“What the hell man—”

Lucas’ simply pressed a finger against his lips before effortlessly lifting the woman’s body in his arms. He nudged his head towards the exit then, his expression grim.

“Can I borrow one of your cars?”

Both Jungwoo and I didn’t have any other choice but to give a quick nod. In seconds, he was out of the base, the sound of an engine blaring up before speeding away.

“The fuck is happening,” Jungwoo finally turned to look at me at this time. Before I could even answer him, a movement on one of the screens he was watching caught my attention. I gasped and grabbed at his arm before pointing at it.

“Jungwoo, it’s Mark!”

His head whipped back to the screen the exact moment that Mark started waving frantically at the drone flying over his head. He didn't waste any time jumping to the console to zoom in on the scene. Our eyes widened when other figures walked out from the cover of the building, a limp body in between them.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Johnny’s injured.”

Jungwoo immediately jumped into action as the situation both hit us. With renewed panic, I turned to my own computer while he tried to connect our lines to whoever still has their mics intact. WayV wasn't originally hooked into the mission platform that we had going but it took him about three seconds to finally find their lines.

“Is anyone else injured?” I tersely asked him as my fingers flew over my keyboard. He squinted at the screen to get a better look.

“Yuta looks like he’s been shot but he can still walk.”

My jaw tightened. “Make sure to get them out of there,” I said as I pushed a button that would send an emergency call to our medical affiliates. I didn’t even realize that I was still connected to Taeyong until I heard him talk again.

“Is everyone safe?”

That’s when I realized it.

“Taeyong, where are you? I can’t find your location.”

He didn’t answer immediately.

“I unhooked myself from the tracking system.”

“What?! Why?”

“But we’re on our way to Jaehyun.”

There are two things there that didn’t make sense.

First, what the hell does Jaehyun have to do with any of this in the first place? I still haven’t had time to process everything that has happened so far since my father's mistress forced herself to come with me, but his name has popped up again and again. Second, why is there a completely separate set of plans that we didn't know about?

“Jaehyun? Why are you after him? Who are you with?”

“I’m with Kun and Ten. Listen, trust me on this, okay? I need to cut the call. I’ll be back, I promise.”

“No, Taeyong wait!” I heard the line disconnect with a resounding click before I even managed to finish. As if on autopilot, my eyes found the screen where a list of all the members’ tracking chips showed their live connection to the system. By law, everyone should always keep theirs on for monitoring purposes when the situation calls for it. There are only a few reasons that could change the glowing green there to black: 1) When they blatantly turn it off to hide any of their activities 2) When they are severely injured or worse, dead.

My heart dropped at what I saw there. Right now, Taeyong and Jaehyun’s lights stared back at me blankly like a pair of soulless black eyes.

-----

“Are you sure you don’t want us to go with you?” Kun asked the man beside him one last time as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Taeyong secured the suppressor of his gun with a click before giving him a tight nod.

“It’ll be better if you and Ten can keep watch here. We’re still not sure if Wonho called for reinforcements. You can guard my back better from afar.”

That was a blatant lie, of course. He already knew the specifics of this plan before he even jumped on it and there is definitely no one who will be coming to join the party, at least from what he was told. But he can’t let the others know that, not if he wants to wrap this up the way he wants to.

When he got the call from the Don’s mistress, Taeyong’s first instinct was to wave it off as a lie. Why on earth would he even believe someone who is obviously on the side of the very man who threw the whole family into chaos? It doesn't make any sense for this person to approach him and tell him that one of his best friends, Jaehyun, was supposed to blatantly sabotage one of their group's crucial operations. His trust in his family, his brother, shut him off from even considering the possibility, and in his head, he justified the random and unexpected communication as another twist on this sick game they are playing.

He was set on that...not until she told him that Jaehyun was walking into a trap of his own. While she didn't elaborate how she got her information, she did explain Wonho's plan—how he originally only wanted to get out of the country to save his ass with Jaehyun's help before changing plans last second when he struck a different deal with another devil; Jihoon himself. That's when Taeyong really started to listen.

He realized that she wasn't doing this to cause trouble for Jaehyun or their group. She was doing it to save him by asking for his help, even if it means betraying his friend to him. Taeyong didn't have to delve deeper to understand her motivations behind her actions or to see through everything to understand what was happening. The dots have connected by themselves.

His mind went back to the first time he met Jaehyun, when he asked to be a member of the family. When he said that he wanted to buy off someone's freedom as his reason for entering this type of life, Taeyong thought he simply wanted the money and power to probably free someone from a brothel, maybe even from a smaller crime family.

As it turns out, he was after the mistress of his own Don.

Of course Taeyong had to take extra precautions and make his own plans carefully after that. First he had to act like he didn't believe a word of what she told him, just in case there is still a slight chance that she really is on the Don's side. Second, he had to arrange for a contingency team with help from WayV without telling the rest of 127, another precaution to keep the information sealed within a select few in case someone else slips it out. Yet even Kun and others were only given select mission data by him, for the sake of his own plans.

And now here they are, on the edges of a rough road that led to a deep forest at the outskirts of the city. The canopies of the trees beyond looked foreboding, but Taeyong knew that a few minutes of walk and he'll find himself in a clearing where Wonho was supposed to be picked up and shipped off somewhere. From the back seat, he could see Ten trying to maneuver the drones that he will be using to scope the area for him.

"One strange move and I will have the bombs rain the place, okay?" He said and Taeyong had to swallow hard before giving him a slight nod. Kun turned to him one last time to wish him good luck.

"Just call if you need anything. We'll be listening."

Taeyong gave the other a parting look before opening the door of the car and stepping outside.

-----

Jaehyun tried his best to try and keep the irritation from showing on his face as his eyes scoured his surroundings. He wasn't supposed to be here—the deal with the rat was for him to help him get out of the country safely, something Jaehyun has fulfilled already by giving him all the mission plans of 127. He even made sure to find a carrier who isn't connected to their network to help fly the bastard off just so he could have a quick, clean run, but instead the asshole had the gall to demand him to show up today "just to make sure the he won't sell him off" the last second. He could have easily told him to fuck off, but he honestly just wants this to be done and over with so he accepted.

He glanced now at his watch and noted the time there. If everything went to plan, then the rest of his unit should have realized that they were duped at this point. Jaehyun sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He doesn't have much time to waste here anymore because Taeyong will surely be asking for a regroup any time now. Not to mention, he can't really put his tracker off for that long without being noticed…

A movement on his right caught his attention. Pulling his gun from his holster, Jaehyun pointed it right into the forehead of a smirking Wonho who emerged from the bushes. The man simply raised his hands in a placating manner before greeting him in that saccharine sickly tone that has always grated on his nerves.

"Hey, hey. Relax, it's me. Your friend. No need for guns here~"

Jaehyun frowned and lowered his hand, but not before checking that he was alone.

"Why the hell did you call me here? And why aren't you on the plane out of this country? Don't tell me you fucked up the agreement with the courier."

"Oh that? No, of course not. Thank you for doing that, by the way. I'm pretty sure they can be trusted."

Jaehyun felt his blood go cold. There is something wrong here... The lilt on the man's tone was enough to make him listen—really listen this time. This isn't the same person who had been literally begging him for help during the first few times they've met. Instead there was an eerie type of sureness in him, one that was making all the red flags flash in his head. Still, he didn't let his hunch betray him, his face still devoid of any emotions.

"When will they pick you up?" He asked calmly now as his eyes followed the other who had started pacing in front of him. The gun by his side felt heavy and he slowly and inconspicuously cocked its hammer with his thumb.

"Not anytime soon. You see Jaehyun, there's been a change of plans."

He didn't say anything. Wonho continued, a sick little smile twisting the corners of his lopsided grin as if he was telling the world's most amusing story.

"Know what, I've always always thought I have always been dealt bad cards when it comes to luck. I've been working my ass off in this shitty city but I just can't strike gold the same way you and your group of pretty boys did. It is kinda unfair you see, and after knowing that the feds are legitimately after my ass, I said I'd just go pack up, maybe find better chances elsewhere."

"But then! Then something good happened, Jaehyun, could you believe that?!" Wonho suddenly jumped to face him, eyes wild. Jaehyun's arm shot up again to point at his forehead, but the man didn't even budge this time.

"This person came to me and told me that I don't need to get out of Korea after all. Not only that, he even said that I could—listen to this—that I could be the top dog if I do something for him! I didn't want to believe him at first, but he is REALLY persuasive," Wonho suddenly stopped still and craned his head a bit to the side, his smile slowly widening.

"I'm sure you know who he is… Jihoon? I heard you guys are pretty chummy with the guy."

Jaehyun didn't waste any second to pull the trigger of his gun. Unfortunately for him, he did it the same time a bullet whizzed past his head, hitting the firearm out of angle so that his aim missed Wonho by mere inches. His head whipped to the side as another bang resounded from deep into the woods, this time effectively making him drop his gun.

Sniper. Fuck. So he wasn't alone.

A manic laugh made his eyes snap again towards the man in front of him. He was met by the nose of the gun now pointed at his head.

"Strange, strange man, that Jihoon. I like him though. He's crazy. Mad. It will be fun if he takes over your unbearable asses at NCT."

Jaehyun remained frozen on where he stood, his mind flashing a dozen different scenarios. It stopped at one face, the reason why he decided to buy his one way ticket to hell.

"He does have one condition though," Wonho smirked and pressed the gun to his forehead. "I do have to kill you on my own, without any help, and haul your body off to him as proof. So… let's just keep it our little secret that I cheated a little, okay? I know you're great at keeping them anyway... Especially when it comes to your friends~"

Jaehyun watched in slow motion as the other wrapped his finger around the trigger. Slowly, he closed his eyes, hoping that the last thing he could see was her face.

Bang!

The chill of the metal kissed the skin of his forehead as the resounding crack of the bullet tore through the forest. The bone-chilling blare was then followed by a strange gurgling sound, one that made Jaehyun finally open his eyes again. He was met by the sight of Wonho who is currently splayed on the ground, choking on his blood.

Another shot made him whip around in panic. A soft grunt and a rustling from a few meters away had him picking up his own gun again, but the source seemed to have lifelessly hit the ground before he could even pinpoint its location. The adrenaline was rushing through his veins, blood pumping noisily in his ears.

The crack of a twig under a boot made him almost snap. He was about to shoot towards the general direction of it when a face appeared from the edge of the clearing. For the second time that day, Jaehyun found himself on the receiving end of a gun once more.

This time though, he felt true fear.

"Taeyong.."

"Don't move. Drop your gun to the ground," Taeyong's voice was icy, a complete opposite of how his gaze burned against his skull now. Jaehyun saw anger there, but it wasn't that which clawed at him the most.

It was the look of pain in his friend's eyes.

He let his gun fall to the dirt and kicked it towards the other.

"Why?"

Jaehyun gritted his teeth at the question. He knew it was coming, but it was something he never had an answer prepared for.

"I'm sorry."

"You betrayed us!" Taeyong's words were like a whip, cutting through him like knives. He wanted nothing more but to look away, but Jaehyun knew he didn't deserve it at this moment.

"You almost had the others killed. Johnny and the rest—how could you do this?"

His heart dropped at the revelation. Nobody...was supposed to be hurt.

"Are they okay?"

But Taeyong didn’t answer him. Instead he kept his gun steady on him even as his face twisted with pain and anger.

"Why didn't you just tell me? We could have done something to help her if that's what you wanted."

Jaehyun's words died in his throat at the question. A cold feeling started crawling up his arms, spreading throughout his whole body.

"Where is she? Is she safe?"

Taeyong gritted his teeth. "You turned your back on us for her."

"And you wouldn't if you were in my position?!" Jaehyun's voice finally rose as the desperation cracked his facade. "You weren't supposed to join the call Taeyong and you changed your mind for a woman, just like me. Don't tell me you wouldn't have the same decision for her. You would have done the same."

Taeyong remained silent, but Jaehyun didn't really need him to say anything to know his answer.

"Nobody was supposed to get hurt," he continued, his voice almost cracking. "You know I wouldn't have forgiven myself if that happened."

"But it did. Only because you couldn't trust us."

That felt like a stab through the heart. Even if there was an excuse he could throw back at him now, he knew Taeyong was right.

"I didn't have the guts to tell you. You weren't supposed to be a part of the game. Then all of a sudden we were both trying to win. Even if I told you, we had different goals. How could we have found a solution to that?"

"We could have done something, anything to make it work, just like how we've always done it before as a family. But instead you decided to be selfish because you didn't trust us enough. We were your brothers, Jaehyun."

Were. The connotation of that killed any other will within him.

"I'm sorry," that was all he said before he resigned himself to silence. He wanted those two words to be the last thing he said at the end of his life. Taeyong and the others, at least, deserved that.

If I betray, my flesh shall burn.

That was the code. Death is the only payment acceptable for what he did. Jaehyun wished he could have seen her one last time, but maybe that is the price he has to pay for what he has done.

Taeyong cocked his gun and finally pulled the trigger.

-----

The bullet whizzed past Jaehyun's head before it hit the bark of a tree behind him. Eyes wide, his eyes snapped to Taeyong who had slowly lowered his weapon in front of him.

"Go. Get away from Seoul. From this country if you have to."

He was speechless. What is he...

"I'm exiling you from 127. You are not allowed to set foot in any of our territories or connect with any of us again. You are on your own now."

"Taeyong—"

"A car is waiting for you on the other side of this forest. She's waiting for you there…"

Jaehyun froze. Then it clicked.

He was giving him...and her a way out.

"But if we go, the Don will know you helped us. He'll go after you," he said, desperation in his voice. In his head, he couldn’t believe that this could be this easy—or that he even deserved this. He already betrayed him once, he couldn’t do it to his family again.

"No, we didn't help,” Taeyong answered calmly, and the look of resignation on his face made Jaehyun’s chest hurt. “You wanted to work with Wonho but you failed. We tried killing you but you escaped and ran away with her. We didn't help you. You betrayed us… remember?"

The pieces that have started falling into their places pinned him from where he stood. Taeyong simply stared back at him, and in that moment, they were brothers again.

"Thank you."

His leader and friend simply nodded in answer. Jaehyun gave him one last parting glance, a look that said all the unspoken words they couldn't say before he turned and disappeared into the forest.

Taeyong waited for Jaehyun to entirely disappear into the thickening trees beyond before hooking up his in-ear again. He deliberately cut off his connection with Kun and Ten earlier to make sure that what happened in the forest clearing stays a secret. The moment the line crackled to life again, Kun's urgent voice immediately jumped in.

"Taeyong. Can you hear us? Are you alright?"

"Yes. I am going back now.”

"Where are you? The drones can't catch your location," Ten added.

"It looks like we were tipped the wrong location. I'm sure I'm on the other side of the quadrant you are surveying," he said, knowing exactly that he gave the wrong information to the other.

"What? Where are you right now? How about Jaehyun?"

He paused.

"He escaped."

Kun cursed at the line. "Should we go after him?"

"I think we need to take care of the scene first. Wonho's dead,” he said as he finally turned and started tracing his steps back. “Can you try and see if we can plant the evidence and have our affiliates come over? The rest of the team are probably busy with the injured—"

Taeyong wasn't able to finish what he was saying when not only one, but two bullets landed on his chest. In his shock, he turned around to see Wonho lying on the ground, the nose of his gun still smoking from the shots he just fired. With the shock rendering him numb from the initial pain, he managed to lift his own gun to fire a bullet right in the middle of the other's forehead before the edges of his vision dimmed. He hasn't even hit the ground yet when he was entirely swallowed by darkness.

----

Light feather touches gently eased me from my sleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my still blurry vision being met by a beeping heart rate monitor with flickering numbers that blinked back at me.

It took me seconds before I realized where I was again. Jumping from the awkward crouch that I had over the hospital bed, my eyes quickly searched to find—

"Hey."

The breath that I was unconsciously holding released itself from my chest. Taeyong was smiling at me from where he was lying, face pale. He looked like it had been a while since he woke up from the way his eyes crinkled at me despite them still being loopy from morphine.

My gaze immediately scrambled to check every wire and IV connected to him, then at his vitals being flashed on the monitor beside his bed.

"Are you okay? How long have you been up? I need to call the doc—"

I was in the middle of picking myself up from the chair that I had camped beside his bed since he was moved to his room, but a gentle hand on my arm stopped me. Taeyong shook his head and tugged me back to my seat gently.

"Stay. I'm fine."

My eyes flew to the door before hesitantly doing what he wanted. One of his hands found mine and he tangled our fingers together, his skin feeling warmer than it was a couple of hours ago.

"How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" I asked softly, as if speaking louder would hurt him even more. My gaze moved briefly to his bandaged chest just to check if he somehow busted his stitches while he was sleeping.

Taeyong shook his head. "No. It stings but it is bearable. How long have I been out…?"

"16 hours…"

"Oh...wow…"

"Three doctors operated on you. You barely made it. We thought—" I stopped to give myself a few seconds to keep the tightness of my throat from overwhelming me. The sides of my eyes started to sting and I had to blink the tears back before they spilled. Taeyong noticed, the hand holding me moving to cup my cheek.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm okay…"

I nodded and tried my best to keep my emotions in check. I felt his thumb gently run over the corners of my eyes and I looked at him again to find his gaze tinged with slight worry.

"Have you been crying?"

I couldn't answer immediately. I could have easily lied, but I knew he would catch me on to it, the same way he always did when we were kids. I have never been able to hide anything from him.

"I thought I was going to lose you…” I said softly to keep my voice from breaking.

A flicker of guilt flashed over his pale face. He tried to bury it by smiling again, though the gesture didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I thought so too. I thought I'd never see you again."

"What exactly happened, Taeyong?"

Pain momentarily reflected in his eyes and one look at it told me that it wasn't because of the holes in his chest at the moment. He let go of my face and turned to stare at the ceiling instead.

"Jaehyun was working with Wonho. He and your father's mistress have a history and he decided to go and do things his way to win the Donship. She approached me to tell me about his plans because Jaehyun stopped listening to her and I had to come up with something to fix it. I confronted him in the forest but he managed to escape."

I silently listened to every word he said and noticed just how much in pain he was in when he recalled everything. Taeyong can be bigger than the world most of the time—it's what is expected from him ⁠for carrying his role—but in times like this, you can see who he really is; a boy hurt for losing one of his family.

"I see…" I looked away briefly to try and find the best approach for my next words. "Now, will you tell me what really happened?"

Taeyong's eyes shot back to me. I gave him a small smile of understanding in return.

It wasn't so hard for me to piece everything together. That moment with Jaehyun’s woman back in my father's mansion and a quick review of his past tracking activities gave away to what he has been doing even if I could only see a piece of the whole story. As for Taeyong, it doesn't take much for me to realize the role he played at the end of it...I knew him enough to guess what he decided to do about the situation.

"You never miss a target, Taeyong. If you really wanted to kill him, Jaehyun would be dead by now...You helped him escape, didn't you? And you didn't tell anyone because you wanted him to leave with her without hurting anyone else."

He didn't answer immediately. He simply turned his gaze away.

"Did you tell anyone…?"

I shook my head.

"No. But the team is mad...as they should be. Yuta especially. I don't think Jaehyun can get closer to any of us within a hundred mile radius without him losing his head."

That made him chuckle.

"That's good. The farther he is away from us, the better…"

A blanket of silence dropped between us and for a few seconds, we just looked at each other. Slowly, Taeyong moved again to hold my hand.

"Thank you for keeping it a secret."

"Why did you do it?"

"Because he is my brother…” he answered, and in that moment, he freely showed the care he was holding back. His eyes lifted to mine then, baring the rest. “And because I would have done the same as he did...if it was you."

My heart constricted at his words. Once upon a time, I would have pulled away, simply brushed it off. But I couldn't find it in me to do that right now, not after I thought I was going to lose him just hours ago.

"You know it shouldn't be like that...right?" I asked softly though I didn't pull away from his hold. He squeezed my hand gently as he gave me a slight smile.

"You do know it has always been up to you. You tell me to throw everything on the line and I'll do it. You ask me to leave you alone and act like we're nothing, I'll do it too. I've been doing it for the past years, I can do it for more… Just say what you want, I have always been at your bidding."

It felt like a hot rod was slowly but pointedly pushed to my chest when he said that. Until now, I haven't realized how selfish I have been when it comes to him. Taeyong is the one part of my life that links the one I've left behind to the one I have right now. In my desperation to erase my past, I didn't realize I had asked him to fade away with it, too. It was unfair, and yet I never heard anything from him about it. He has always been just there for me, far enough to respect the distance I created, but always close enough to reach out to whenever I needed him.

I didn't deserve him.

"I'm sorry…" I whispered, and I felt my tears finally fall. He deftly caught them by letting go of my hand and wiping them away with his fingers.

"Shh… It's fine. I'm making you cry again."

I lifted my hand and covered the one he had that was still holding my face. That made Taeyong smile as he gently ran his thumb over my cheek.

"Let's just enjoy this moment, okay? I like it when I can hold you."

For a moment, I simply gazed at him. Then, with a small smile, I finally said the words I've always wanted to say but have always held back all these years.

"You don't have to let go this time…"

---

“Unnie.”

I looked up at the soft voice that called out to me after I silently closed Taeyong’s door behind me. He has drifted back to sleep for the meantime so I decided to slip out quickly just to check if everything is still in place in the headquarters. With everyone stressed and tired from yesterday’s happenings, it doesn’t come as a surprise that all the members have retreated to their own rooms to recover. I saw one of our private doctors approach me, a small smile on her face.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were still here...” I managed to greet her tiredly as she stopped before me. The girl nodded, her eyes quickly scanning over my face. It hasn’t been long since she decided to join the team because of Jaemin, but she has done so much for everyone already, always being there whenever we need medical help. It isn’t often that I see her around for her own protection, but I’ve already developed a sisterly bond with her despite that still.

“Uh...yes. I just thought to hang out a little bit more in case someone else needs help. I might leave soon though. I did find something left by the door...I think this is for you...?”

My eyes fell to the thick envelope that she had in her hands. Taking it, I turned it over to see my name written over its back in clean, elegant script.

My blood froze. I know that handwriting. It’s the same one that was scrawled on the first letter that was also addressed to me a week ago.

“Is everything okay, Unnie?” the other girl asked me and I quickly tried my best to hold back the fear that has gripped me. I managed to give her a smile.

“Yes. I’ll have to check who this is from. Why don’t you go home tomorrow? It’s late and it’s dangerous. Just stay with Jaemin tonight.”

She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she was polite enough not to ask something I obviously wasn’t ready to share. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Just call me if you or Taeyong oppa need anything.

I muttered my appreciation to that and watched as she disappeared into the second floor where the Dream rooms are. I waited until I heard a door close before turning my gaze to the envelope again. The package felt heavy in my hands and on its upper cover fold was what looked like a dried flower. I squinted.

A daisy.

I quickly looked around and gave Taeyong’s door one last look before walking towards my table on the other side of the room. Taking a seat, I carefully opened the package and gently shook it, which caused a small portable drive to fall into my hands. I picked it up with a small frown before deciding to hook it up to one of the monitors in front of me.

A small window opened in the screen, telling me that the file was being read. In the meantime, I turned my attention to the rest of the contents of the envelope, my hand sticking in to pull what looked like piles of photos there.

None of the images made sense to me at first look. I squinted at the few ones I picked from the pile, not exactly knowing what I should look at. The first photo seemed to have been taken at a hotel restaurant, and my eyes roamed each of the faces there to see if there is anything that might jump out. I scanned quickly through the image, until I stopped and went back again at a smiling face on its far left.

I felt my blood slowly turn cold as my eyes processed what I was seeing. It felt like the wind was punched out of me and I couldn’t breathe.

It’s been years since I last saw that face, but I could recognize that smile anywhere despite the age lines now adorning her face.

In that moment, the screen in front of me flickered on and the video started to finally play. It was taken in the same place as the photo, but the view was closer this time, as if the shooter was just a few tables away from her.

The lady slightly reared her head back at something the man sitting across from her said. The footage didn’t have any sound, but I could hear her laugh clearly in my head. It used to be music to my ears, the same laugh I’ve dreamt and wished to hear again after so long.

“Mother.”

CHAPTER 13

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A/N: Gosh, this was so long, almost more than half of the chapters I usually write. I had to go through it though since I don’t want this story to go longer than 16 chapters. Anyway, enjoy!

Taglist: @hen-marks99, @negincho, @nctisthecity, @melodikathings, @springdaybreaks, @philanarose, @jaemingold,

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

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softsan · 3 years

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NCT MAFIA AU (lucas)

🖇Lust at first bite (pt.3)

MASTERLIST

PARTS: | 01 | 02 | 03 |

MAFIA PROFILES | Y/N’S NAMES

GENRE: Mafia AU, Investigation,

QUOTE: “He had to admit he enjoyed your company a little too much. You were crass with your words and light with your fingers. Had he not sat right behind you, he would have never noticed you cheated for every hand.”

WARNINGS: Graphic scenes of violence, Blood, Mentions of trafficking, Cursing, Torture, Gambling

Past.

You leaned backward, absorbing the sweet summer air. A cool breeze blew your fringe about, making a mess of your hair. You smiled to yourself. You could almost see the orange skyline from beneath your closed lids.

"Come on," Henry nudged your side, "This isn't so bad." He slowed down his peddling to match your pace.

You hummed. Perhaps it wasn't. Liv would most certainly be thrilled to hear you finally agreed to go on a date with her older brother.

It was the summer before senior year, a time to make memories, or so you thought. Despite your relative indifference towards Henry, you had decided a date or two couldn't hurt. Maybe you'd even develop feelings for him.

"Let's head back," You braked, steading your hands on your bicycles' handlebars.

"It's not even eight yet?"

"I'm tired. Your sister woke me up at the crack of dawn today," You masked your yawn.

Henry let out a chuckle. You and his younger sister were inseparable. If one went somewhere, so did the other.

"She needed me to help her choose an anniversary gift." You prattled.

"Anniversary? I thought she only just started seeing someone."

You nodded. It had been exactly two weeks.

Still, Liv had insisted she needed to get something for her new boyfriend. After hours at the mall, she finally settled on a necklace with a small golden bell at its end.

Henry frowned, "Have you met this guy yet?"

His question caught you off guard, "No, I haven't," Liv had been sort of secretive about his identity.

"I'm sure it's nothing worry about," You casually shrugged. Unlike you, Liv wasn't the type to get herself in trouble...

───

5 days before.

"This doesn't make any sense." You groaned inwardly, massaging the knot in your shoulder.

You were seated on the floor beside your coffee table. You had spread out each file Siyeon had provided you, laying them out according to date. Yet, each page had its own set of notes and numbering, linking to other pages or to some other second reference, which you didn't have.

You chewed on the back of your pen as your tried to decipher the acronym 'ZOAN' and why it was in brackets after specific individuals' names but not after others. There was also one page that had only vague lines, all traced and varying in lengths.

Granted, you didn't have much experience with codebreaking, but nothing in the files made a lick of sense.

You childishly kicked the rug in frustration.

"I need to get a drink." You said aloud.

You hopped to your feet, slipping off your oversized tee and digging through a pile of dry washing to pull out a dress. You squeezed the tight-fitting black piece overhead. You smoothed it down your thighs before searching for some matching pantyhose.

You were applying a cherry lip when a knock on the door caught your attention.

Lucas furiously banged on the wood of your door. Not only had he spent his night disposing of a gang he mistakenly thought was taking advantage of you, but you had also lied to him. He didn't like being lied to.

Lucas growled as you unlocked your door, pushing it ajar.

"You told me you had a job to do tonight."

You glanced down. Blood sat on top of Lucas' leather jacket, his jeans stained with dirt.

You titled your head innocently. A strand from your pushed back hair came loose.

After a moment of silence, you extended a hand. "Let's go,"

He didn't move.

"I'll make it up to you."

Lucas grumbled, unable to remain mad. He cupped his hand with yours. He followed as you walked ahead, the jewels from your earings swinging back and forth.

"Where are we going?" He finally spoke.

You twisted aback, offering a seductive smile. "To have a good time."

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The underground casino shone of muted greens from the unserved slot machines. Smoke wafted in the air as patrons puffed on their cigarettes. Three large tables were placed in the middle of the cellar-like room, while table lights illuminated the cards and chips for the players.

Lucas wasn't familiar with this place, but most underground casinos operated the same. This was the place for shading business deals, cheats, and swindlers.

You looped your arm with Lucas’, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Care for a game of poker."

"I don't play,"

You grinned, urging him towards a table, "I do."

Lucas raised a brow, intrigued.

You pushed down on Lucas’ shoulders, so he sat in the only free chair at the poker table. The other men at the table stopped their game, sizing Lucas up. After a moment, they began laughing amongst themselves.

Lucas thumped his fist on the table. "Is something funny?"

The middle-aged man nursing a bottle of scotch flickered his finger in Lucas' direction. "Judging from your wearing, you won't have enough for the buy-in."

Lucas stared down at his shirt and leather jacket.

You clicked your tongue, unhooking your golden chained necklace and throwing it into the pile of chips.

You then reached across the table for an uncorked bottle of wine, lifting it to your lips. "I assure you we can afford the buy-in."

The man signaled one of the staff to appraise your jewelry.

One the staff came closer. After a couple of mintues, they gave a quick nod, confirming it was real.

"Deal the cards then," The middle-aged man ordered.

You took a seat on Lucas' lap, cracking your knuckles.

"Are you sure you know how to play?" He murmured, resting his chin upon your shoulder.

You hid a knowing smile.

You won the first round with ease. Then another round, then a third. The men around the table stiffened, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief.

Lucas laughed into the crook of your neck as you scrapped their chips over to your side. You had won close to a fifty grand already.

He had to admit he enjoyed your company a little too much. You were crass with your words and light with your fingers. Had he not sat right behind you, he would have never noticed you cheated for every hand.

Lucas had half hoped he could see you play poker with the rest of his crew. You might even be able to fool them too.

"You must be cheating!" Demanded the man beside them. He stood up, knocking his chair backward.

You blinked, keeping your face neutral.

"I swear it. There is no other way."

"Me?" You feigned ignorance. "How could I possibly cheat?"

Frustrated the man, upturned the entire table. Lucas kicked back from his seat, lifting you out of the way. Bottles of alcohol spluttered against the ground, landing on the folded playing cards.

"Watch it," Lucas' seethed, "You nearly spilled it over her dress."

The fumed man dug into his pocket, thrusting a gun in your face.

"It appears I've wounded this man's fragile ego," You mutter back to Lucas.

The man unlocked the safety in response.

Lucas' eyes darkened. Pointing a gun at you would prove to be a very big mistake.

He palmed the man's wrist at an upward angle, making the man drop the gun. The gun flew off to the side.

The man howled, cradling his snapped wrist. "Get them," He bellowed for his bodyguards.

Lucas was about to square his fists when you tugged on his arm—trying to get him to retreat.

"Let's run for it,"

Apart of him wanted to protest, he could easily take on these men, but as his eyes dwindled on your face, he changed his mind.

I can't risk fighting and the possibility of putting Y/N in danger.

"Lucas!" You shouted.

He removed the weight off his feet, running with you. The two of you took off towards the back door.

You threw a punch at someone that had tried to snatch you from behind while Lucas' used his forearm to shield you from a firing bullet.

You were able to bypass the other tables and out the door. The hollowing men came after you, their guns still aimed.

Lucas yanked you towards the left, going down the alleyway and over a chain-link fence. He then pushed you into a small divot in the bricked wall. His free hand came to cover your mouth.

You remained quiet as you overheard their footsteps pass.

Lucas' hand slowly uncovered your mouth. Your eyes were locked to his, what felt like an invisible thread pulling the two of you closer.

A relieved laugh escaped your throat as his lips broke into an enormous grin.

Lucas leaned his forehead against yours, closing the small distance.

"Lucas," You whispered.

He captured your mouth—his kisses wild, heated. It left butterflies in the pits of your stomach. You tugged on his hair while his hands moved to cup your cheeks.

There was something about Lucas that you couldn't get enough off.

───

You slumped into your couch, watching as Lucas crouched beside your coffee table.

He picked up one of the documents, narrowing his eyes,.

"Do you see anything?"

"It's written in code mostly." Lucas pointed the notation, "I can link a couple of these pages together, but you'll need a Mafia's Bible to decipher the rest."

"A what?"

"Mafia Bible," Lucas repeated, "It's a specific book or text that each mafia family uses to write their codes with."

"Oh," You deflated, "How am I suppose to find that?"

Lucas gave you an apologetic look. He didn't know.

Very few of the original mafia families remained. Most had either fled, been wiped out, or jailed for their crimes.

"What about these names?" You picked up a page.

Lucas' peered over your shoulder, "I don't know what 'ZOAN' means, but I recognize some of the names listed." He pulled out his phone, handing it to you.

You looked up, confused.

“I could call Haechan to do a trace, and we could probably run a surveillance on them ourselves."

"That doesn't sound like a bad plan." You agreed, "But, why are you handing you phone to me-"

Your brows furrowed, blood trickled from underneath Lucas’ sleeve. The red droplets running down between his knuckles.

"You're bleeding," You placed aside the phone to roll up Lucas' jacket.

He tried brushing of your concern, telling you it was nothing. You dismissed his words.

You grimaced as you saw the open wound. A bullet must have grazed Lucas' while the two of you had escaped from the underground casino.

"You should have said something sooner," You scolded.

"I can't even feel it,"

You gave Lucas' an unimpressed looked.

"Fine," He mumbled, taking a seat on the couch.

"Wait here," You told him as you rushed to grab some emergency supplies from the bathroom.

Lucas bent his head, trying to see which room you had disappeared to. You came back not long after with a metal tin in your hands. You sat the tin down on the cushions, unclicking the lid and shuffling around for something to clean his wound.

Lucas hissed as you dabbed disinfectant. Luckily, the bullet had only graze over the top of Lucas' forearm. A few stitches, and he should be able to heal up quite quickly.

"You've done this before," Lucas commented as you clamped the sutures, prepping the needle.

"Only on myself,"

Lucas flinched as you pulled the thread through the tissue of his arm.

You glanced up, "Are you sure you don't want any painkillers?"

Lucas shook his hand.

"It'll be over soon," You promised.

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You rubbed your eyes as you wandered in darkness. You searched blindly for the light switch. The kitchen lights gradually flickered on.

You and Lucas' had stayed until the early hours of the morning, going through the files again. Lucas' proved to be quite helpful. He also genuinely seemed to want to find the culprits behind the human trafficking ring.

You reached for an empty glass from the cupboard, leveling it underneath the tap. You twisted the handle, expecting water to spurt out.

Nothing.

You scratched your forehead.

Maybe there was a leak, and the landlord needed to turn off the water?

You set the glass onto your counter, opening your fridge instead. You grabbed the first bottle of water your saw, broke the seal, and took a large gulp.

You frowned, taking a look at the label.

Was it just you, or did the water taste strange?

───

Something plummeted to the ground, making a loud noise and waking Lucas from his slumber.

He scanned around, not use to his current surroundings. He was in your apartment he recalled, trying to cool his breathing. He must have dozed off while going through the documents with you.

There was another loud noise.

"Y/N?" Lucas called out for you.

There was no response.

He scrambled to his feet, searching the kitchen, your bedroom.

"Y/N?"

Lucas yanked open the front door, certain you weren't inside your apartment.

"Lucas," You choked, the assailant's hand fastening around your neck.

Lucas froze. You were in the hallway. A man in a ski mask stood a few paces away. He had one hand around your throat and a gun in the other.

Lucas' eyes widened his fury bleeding into fear.

"Just let her go," Lucas tried to resonate, "This has nothing to do with her."

"Like hell it doesn't," The person spat.

You felt sluggish, your strength quickly dissipating—a sour taste on your tongue. You swallowed, realizing you had been dosed with something.

He lowered his gun slightly to pull a syringe out of his shirt pocket. He then squeezed underneath your jaw until you gasped. Your eyes prickled as you watched the man throw the needle across the ground towards Lucas.

"Inject yourself," The man demanded, "Or else..."

He released you for a split second. You collapsed, heaving as much air into your lungs as you could.

Lucas was about a step forward when the man clasped around the back of your neck, slamming you into the carpet. Your face was smothered, your screams incoherent. Your arms tried to flail but your your limbs no longer had feeling.

"Do it now, or your girlfriend dies,"

Lucas' mouth clenched. He had never been in this position before. He was the one that always threatened people's love ones. No one had ever dared to do the same to him.

Lucas let out a ragged breath before picking up the syringe. All his training screamed that this was a trap and that the man would kill you both either way.

He had no idea what he was injecting into himself. The clear substance was a giant question mark. Would his heart stop beating as soon as he pushed down the plunger?

It didn't matter. He couldn't just watch you suffocate before his very eyes.

MONI’S NOTE: Mafia Lucas' third installment. I hope you all enjoy it. If you do, please consider reading the other member's parts. They are all a part of the same universe, and you may even notice some cross-over between them.

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noname-friend · 3 years

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"I have a proposal" NCT Mafia Au

~Just a random idea I had~

Several cars waited in front of the gate, a gate that said "Ncity" on top of it. Anyone would recognize this as the home of the notorious mafia family, NCT. One of the biggest families out there, they were really well known all around Korea and feared. So who dares to request an audience with this family?

"What are you wearing to the banquet?" A guard standing next to the driver side asked, peering into the car in the backseat.

"Black on black, perhaps with some chains." A man, well dressed in a dark grey suit replied, he adjusted his watch as he kept his eyes forward at the mansion in front of them.

The guard stepped away and nodded to the others, the gates opened and the cars pulled up, parking in front of the mansion. Out came 7 men, all dressed in suits like the first man. They looked experienced, and rich. Whoever they were, they meant business. They walked up to the door, the youngest of this group knocked on the door.

Another man answered the door, he wore a button up red shirt, black dress pants, hair slicked back and sported an expensive watch as well. He eyed this group up and down.

"Kun. What pleasure do we have to see you all here today?" The man smiled at them, it seemed fake and perhaps it was.

"I'm sure Taeyong has informed you all already, Johnny." Kun replied, returning the smile.

"Right, the meeting you requested. Very well, follow me gentlemen."

Johnny led the group into a sort of dinning room, the table was long with many chairs, Kun wasn't sure how many people would be in this meeting but he was prepared for the whole family if needed. He sat at one end of the table, his group sitting beside him.

"I'll tell Taeyong of your arrival, feel free to ask our maids for drinks." Johnny bowed his head to them and left.

One of Kun's boys couldn't stop playing with his rings nervously, he's heard so much of NCT but wasn't sure how they would react to Kun's plan. Another leaned over, putting his hand over the nervous boy's fidgeting ones.

"Jungwoo, calm down. Kun's got this." He smiled to the slightly older male.

Jungwoo whispered back, "I know Lucas, but what if I mess something up?"

"Nonsense, Jungwoo you've trained for this, you'll be great." Kun chimed in crossing his hands on the table.

Eventually the door opened once more, Taeyong walked through followed by about 12 others. They all took their places at the table, Taeyong sitting on the opposite end from Kun.

"Wayv, what an occasion for us to meet like this," Taeyong was the first to speak up, "I do wonder what this meeting is about?"

Kun smiled to the leader in front of him, "I have a proposal for you, Taeyong."

This peaked everyone's interest. They were NCT, they had anything you could think, what could a small family like Wayv possibly have to offer them?

Kun took the silence to continue talking, "I've heard that some of your boys have been in my territory. Apparently, you've been trying to take my business? I wonder what NCT is doing in China?"

Taeyong laughed and leaned on his hand as he watched Kun for a moment, "I see nothing gets past you Kun. It's true. We have been scouting out in China. There's some opportunities out there that I've been highly interested in. Why? Is that a problem for you?" He raised a challenging eyebrow.

Kun laughed as well, "Of course not. I'd be here to announce a war then, but that's no fun is it?"

"What are you suggesting then?" Yuta spoke up, his tone was harsh.

"Yuta, that's not how we speak to guests. But I am curious Kun, let's cut to the chase. What do you want?" Taeyong scolded Yuta as he turned back to Kun.

"I propose a partnership." As the words left his mouth, the NCT members began whispering among themselves.

"Oh? What does this partnership offer us exactly?"

"Well you'll share our established claims in China, as well as our branch in Thailand. Perhaps you can have some of contracts in Germany as well."

"You're a small group, how could you possibly have all these connections?" A member named Doyoung questioned, he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. He simply voiced everyone's suspicions.

Kun smiled once more, "Our group may be small, but we are very diverse. Shall I introduce my members?"

Taeyong nodded, waving his hand in a way to signal him to go on.

"Well let's start with my right hand, Ten. He runs our Thailand operations." Kun spoke, Ten stood up and bowed to them all. "While Thailand is main responsibility, he also handles many of our connections thanks to him knowing 4 languages fluently."

"What languages do you speak?" Johnny raised his hand and asked.

"Korean, English, Thai, Chinese and currently learning Japanese." He replied as he sat down again.

"You speak Japanese? Prove it then." Yuta spoke to him.

"I said I am learning Japanese, I am not fluent in it yet but I hope it is adequate enough for you." Ten replied, without a stutter, definitely impressing Yuta as he nodded to Taeyong.

"Interesting, he would be useful, how else do you have?"

"This is Lucas and Jungwoo, our spies." Jungwoo and Lucas stood up and bowed as well. "They can get us just about any information. Like the passcode to get into Ncity." Kun motioned them to sit down.

"And how'd you manage that?" Taeil spoke up this time.

"With our handsome looks, and sweet talking? Anything is possible." Lucas replied confidently. Jungwoo stayed quiet.

"Jungwoo, that's not a traditional Chinese name is it?" Taeyong asked curiously.

"I'm Korean, sir." He finally spoke up.

"Ah I see, continue Kun."

"We have Xiaojun and Hendrey, our hackers. Yangyang, the one who handles our German affairs."

"Interesting bunch you have here Kun." Taeyong applauded. "I will admit, having these assets would be beneficial to Ncity. But let's not ignore the elephant in the room, what do you want out of this?"

"All we want is part of the Ncity empire. Anyone would be foolish to ignore the influence and power of NCT. Though we are a small group, we are willing to be loyal and benefit this family, if you let us."

"Words can be broken easily, how will you prove your loyalty?" Doyoung asked.

"We offer one of our members to you. You may do as you will with Jungwoo." Kun gestured to him. "If we must, we will all go through your trainings as well."

Taeyong clapped and laughed once more, "I like this spirit of yours Kun! A go-getter, a man who knows what he wants! You'll even offer us one of your few men? You must be serious."

Kun smiled back to him and bowed his head "Of course, Taeyong. I never joke about matters like this."

"Tell you what, Kun. I accept your proposal. As a sign of my sincerity, we will give you one of our family members as well." Taeyong looked among his members. "We have a few Chinese members of our own, I'm sure they were the ones you spotted in your territory. Have your pick. Renjun, part of the Dream unit and our secondary medic, Chenle, also part of the Dream unit and bomb specialist, or Winwin, our sniper and spy." Taeyong motioned for them to stand up, they did and bowed to Kun, greeting him in Chinese.

Ten leaned over to Kun and whispered to him. Kun nodded.

"Taeyong, I respect your sincerity and I believe Winwin will be a great asset to our team." Taeyong stood up and walked around the table to Kun, shaking his hand. "Kun, I look forward to working with you. I'll properly welcome all of you to our wonderful family once you go through our training. My teachers won't go easy on you all, I hope that's ok."

"Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less." Kun smiled. Winwin and Jungwoo exchanging glances, Jungwoo didn't notice the glares he was getting from Yuta specifically.

Mark the day, NCT's family has grown, an extra 7 members this glorious day!

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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NCT Drabbles Mini Masterlist Part 5

Important things to keep in mind:

Drabbles are currently closed!

Based off of this post

An asterisk (*) signifies NSFW

OC = Reader

Drabbles Masterlist: Part One, Part Two, Part Three & Part Four

→ Villain - Yandere!Jeno

→ Shy Confessions - Yandere!Mark

→ Rose-Coloured Glasses - Yandere!Husband!Jeno

→ Bet - Yandere!Idol!Mark

→ Heat of the Moment - Yandere!Wolf!Jeno X Wolf!OC*

→ Yandere!Jaehyun

→ Trophy Husband - Yandere!Taeil

→ The Nakamoto’s - Yandere!CEO!Yuta & Shotaro

→ Turning Pages - Yandere!Jeno

→ High & Low: The Worst - Yandere!Gang Leader!Yuta

→ Fever - Yandere!Wolf!Johnny

→ Soft Slumber - Yandere!Mark

→ Yandere!Lucas X Mafia!OC

→ Bystander - Yandere!Jaemin

→ SC-2020 - Yandere!Artificial Intelligence!Sungchan - Part Two - Part Three

→ Impatience - Yandere!Mythical Creatures!99 Line

→ Bibliophile - Yandere!Renjun - Part Two Ft. Yandere!Chenle - Part Three

→ Hunter - Tiger Hybrid!Taeyong

→ My Light - Yandere!Deity!Shotaro

→ The Only One - Yandere!Idol!Taeyong X Idol!OC

→ This Means War - Yandere!Shifter!Chenle & Yandere!Wizard!Mark - Part Two

→ Pull Of The Moon - Yandere!Wolf!Taeyong

→ Time Is Of The Essence - Deity!Sungchan

→ Cat & Mouse - Yandere!Hybrid!Kun

→ Arcade Games - Yandere!Renjun & Yandere!Haechan - Part Two

→ I Would Choose You, Every Time - Yangyang Soulmate AU

→ Shorter Guys - Johnny

→ The Reality of Fiction - Yandere!Actor!Taeyong

#NCT drabbles #mini masterlist #nct masterlist #drabbles #nct #wayv #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv drabble

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deja-vux · 3 years

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Bandoleros Masterlist

Mingi x Reader x Lucas StreetRacing/MafiaAU! Completed 12/9/2020-12/28/2020

Preview / Prologue /Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8 / Ch 9 / Ch 10 / Ch 11 / Ch 12 / Ch 13 / Ch 14 / Ch 15 / Ch 16 / Ch 17 / Ch 18 / Ch 19 / Ch 20 / Epilogue /

Bonuses

Playlist

Status Report (1/2) / (2/2) / New Recruit

Spinoff Oneshots

Devil In Disguise(M) (Johnny x Reader)

A Citizen of the World (Seonghwa x Reader)

Main Masterlist Kpop Masterlist

#song mingi imagines #mingi imagines #wong yukhei imagines #yukhei imagines #lucas wong imagine #lucas imagines #nct imagines #ateez imagines #wayv imagines #superm imagines #street racing au #au #+×DejaVu×+#deja-vux #mafia au

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Sneak Peek

Genre: Mafia!AU,

Pairing: Reader x ???

Summary: ???

“I don’t believe at people can be entirely good,” you confessed. Though it was a thought you had carried with yourself for years, voicing it out loud made you queasy, unsure of of the response you would receive. Owning a café, you saw all kinds of people day in and ay out. None of them - even the kindest that walked through the door - were purely good. That evil side of human kind always surfaced, given enough time or the right circumstance.

He leaned forward, coming in close. Gold and light brown flecks in his eyes danced under the soft light from the industrial lightbulbs. A small, smirky grin gave a long forgotten youth to his face. You felt your breath shallow in your throat.

“I think you could find one such person, looking the mirror.”

You scoffed as you leaned back in the chair. “Maybe in a fractured mirror.”

You weren’t an evil person. You didn’t go out of your way to be vile or vicious to other people. But you were certainly far from perfect. You were snappy and cynical. Kind of hard not to be when tough guys came marching in demanding “protection money” and you had to chase them off. The man sitting across from you was cut from the same cloth. You hadn’t realized it at first, when you’d seen him on the pier that made up the scene outside the window to your right.

“When you do business with the people I do,” he said, “you learn to figure out who is good and who is not.”

“A bit easy when most of you beat up or kill people for a living,” you bit back sourly.

He cringed back. “We don’t kill people. We only protect ourselves and territory that is rightfully ours.” Looking around, he pushed out a sigh and pulled out his wallet. A single bill floated down to the table. He pulled on his jacket and stood to his feet. You took that as an unspoken sign to follow suit.

You probably should have said good night and went home. But you found yourself not ready to leave his presence quite yet. Since he wasn’t saying goodbye either, the two of you continued to stroll along the boardwalk, albeit in silence.

A cold wind blew off the water. It played with your wool coat. The ends flapped against your legs as you dug your hands deeper into your pockets. He, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the chill. Stopping all of a sudden, he stood in front of the wooden railing. The sun was disappearing beneath the watery horizon. Reds and oranges danced with the midnight blue sea. It was one of your favorite things of living and working in this place. How many others could say they knew this sight so well?

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re right.”

You titled your head, trying to discover the meaning of his words in his face. You failed. “What do you mean?”

“I always have to compromise in this business,” he said, “but I’ve tried to stay a good person while making hard decisions. The more I think about it, though, the more I think that goodness is a concept that can’t be obtained.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “I didn’t say that it wasn’t possible. People can do good things, I just don’t think anyone is inherently good.”

He laughed. Looking over at you, “Nope. I change my mind again. I can’t agree with that.”

Your response was an eye roll. “Then what made you waiver in the first place?”

“I think I wanted to justify wanting something.”

“And what is it that you want?”

No words passed his lips. With a stare so intense, it almost frightened you, he began to lean forward, a hand rising to meet your cheek. Your own eyes drifted down to his mouth.

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neo-culture-mafia · 4 years

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My Peace (w.ykh)

the cutest boy ever

— Warnings: Bruises

— Genres: Fluffy, warm and overall adorable uwu.

— Words: 1.6k

— Summary: “He used to think he didn't deserve to be loved, and that the life he had was too dangerous for him to ever let anyone in. But you worked your way through his heart and proved him wrong, right when he thought he could never enjoy being wrong before.”

— Requested by @min-inu “I'm new to this blog (I love it) and I'm a huge fluff enthusiast 🥺 Can I request something with Lucas (+ female reader? I don't know if I have to specify) where he comes home from work late at night and he's stressed because a deal went wrong (or something else) but as soon as he sees the reader who is barely awake and waiting for him he feels calmer and she does things to cheer him up (lots of cuddles and kisses, maybe a cute date too). Also can I request more than once if it's not a problem?”

— A/N: I absolutely loved your request 🥺 I was craving for some Yukhei's content and didn’t even know it lol And please, feel free to send in more requests, okay? I hope you enjoy this!!

To say he was pissed was an understatement. When Lucas came back to the base and Kun put his eyes on him, he already knew Yukhei was about to explode. After he got in Neo Culture, Yukhei learned how to control his anger issue, but he still had problems with coping with failure.

“Can I give my reports to you tomorrow?” Yukhei asked, staring right at the floor, too afraid that he would explode at himself if he looked at his leader's disappointed expression. If only he knew Kun was way more worried than disappointed.

“You don't have to do this, you know?” Kun turned his chair so he would be staring at the window instead of Yukhei's face. “Avoid looking at me. Feeling shame at yourself. We'll manage to close that deal.”

“They attacked us. I don't think there's a deal to be considered anymore.” Yukhei murmured, closing his eyes and trying the hardest that he could to not start punching and kicking stuff around him. Neo Culture was the family he had never had. The feeling that he somehow had failed the only people who welcomed him do their own home was barely unbearable.

“We're all alive, aren't we?” Kun questioned, slightly turning his face to the side so he could look at the younger one behind him. Yukhei was still afraid to look at his leader, but as he managed to shily give him some attention, he was met with a warm smile coming from the older one. “Then, we'll figure out something. As long as we're together, we can achieve whatever we put our focus to.” He turned his chair back to its initial position, forcing Yukhei to stare at the floor again as he checked his wristwatch.“It's late. Don't worry about your reports, we can do this tomorrow. Go be with Y/N. She is in your dormitory.”

For the first time since he had entered the room, Yukhei face seemed to be no longer twisted by anger anymore, thanks to the mention of your name.

“She's here? I thought she was at home.” He looked right at Kun's eyes, making the leader's smile go even bigger from before. Young love was really adorable. “Yeah, she said something about not wanting to leave you alone after a tiring mission,” Kun added, grabbing a few papers and starting to go over them. He only looked at Yukhei again when he realized the young man was still sitting on his office’s chair. “... why are you not running there yet? Go! You're dismissed!” he exclaimed, pointing at the door and proceeding to laugh at the sight of Lucas running out of his office.

If before Lucas' heart was beating fast from anger, now his heart was beating fast at the thought of seeing you. Besides Neo Culture, the only person who allowed him to be himself with no judgments at sight was you. You had nothing to do with his lifestyle. You weren’t part of the mafia, and God forbids if you ever demonstrated any interest in the business. Yukhei's mind wouldn’t even know how to proceed with the constant feeling that he could lose you at any second.

The only thing that kept him from exploding when he was in the field was the thought of being in your arms again. He needed to come back and see that beautiful smile of yours one more time. And that’s the first thing his eyes started to look for after he had opened the door.

You were close to his desk, apparently taking some food out of plastic bags, and even if he was indeed almost dying from starving, his first impulse was to run and hug you from behind. Your perfume turning to be the only thing he could smell, blocking all of his senses from anything else that wasn't related to you. He could tell you were tired since your whole body almost jumped when he suddenly hugged you.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed with a smile on your face as you felt your boyfriend's face resting on your shoulder. He had his eyes closed and some bruises on his cheek, but he looked pretty much alive to you, and that was all that mattered. “Uh oh. We should take care of those. Sit on the bed, I prepared everything. Including food, but since I didn’t know if you preferred Mexican, Korean, or Japanese, I ordered them all.” You started to blab, hoping to get a smile from your playful boyfriend, but as he just stayed still, you began to worry. “Baby? What is it? Is everyone okay?” You asked, turning around to face him properly, being careful when touching his body.

As he opened his eyes to look at you, any words he could possibly say just disappeared at the sight of you. Your messy hair confirmed his suspicions that you had probably dozed off at some point of the night. Your swollen eyes tipped off that at some point you thought he wasn't coming back and then proceeded to cry. Your worried gaze confirmed how relieved you were for seeing him only with a few bruises. Your lips saying that you loved him made his smile finally appear as he realized how much he loved you. And he hated the thought that Neo Culture wasn't the only one who he failed tonight. He failed the person he loved the most in the entire world when he didn't show you how grateful he was for still being alive. For being by your side. His favorite and most loved place to be.

You were his personal place of peace. And you needed to know it.

“I love you. Oh God, I love you so much. I never thought I would love someone as much as I love you.” He pushed you a little so he could start pecking all over your face, making both of you giggle at his action. “You kind of scared me for a second.” You pushed him a little and smiled at how bright his face now looked. “There is nothing to worry about. Not when I’m with you.” He replied to you with the words he was actually saying to himself.

The world outside could wait. All the violence, gunshots, and uncertainty could wait. Now, he was with his personal gift from heaven. The one capable of bringing the best out of him. His one and only. His Everything.

“Look, I do appreciate all the kisses and stuff but I won't stop bothering you until you let me take care of your bruises.” You pecked his lips and then started to walk backward, holding both of your boyfriend's big hands, seeing the biggest smile appear to his face. “Okay doc, treat me.”

In a matter of seconds, you were sitting on your bed, having Lucas’ head laying on your lap as you cleaned his cheek bruises with a cotton pad. He had his eyes closed so he could just enjoy your touch, and as much as you loved seeing him relax, which rarely happened, you wanted to fill him in on what you did during the days he spent on mission. Especially when you knew he didn’t like to talk about the missions when he was tired.

"So, I met Mark's girlfriend." You started, causing Yukhei to look at you with a puzzled expression on his face. "Mark's girlfriend? What was she doing here?" "She came here to get a few papers. Something about her and Mark going on a vacation." You shrugged, gently closing Yukhei's eyes with your fingertips so you could clean the bruises on his eyelid. "We went out for a meal together. She reminds me so much of Mark, it's almost like they're the same person. No wonder she's dating him for four years, they really complement each other well."

"They really do. I'm still waiting for the wedding invitation of those two." Yukhei commented, making you laugh at the situation your newest friend had told you. "Oh, you're gonna have to wait a little more then. Mark almost freaked out some days ago thinking that she wanted him to propose when she actually wanted to adopt a dog together!" Yukhei couldn't help but laugh at how Mark that sounded like. "That sounds like something Mark would do, for sure."

"I know, right? He almost freaked her out too, she thought he wanted to break up or something." You added, putting two stitches on your boyfriend's worst bruises and letting your hand go and play with his messy silver hair. "I'm done. Now, we should get some food in that belly of yours."

"What? No, right when it's starting to get good!" he whined, pouting like the big baby you knew he was. "You can take a shower first if you like, but if I know you enough, you're starving,” You pointed at the small desk full of delicious smelling food. "and that’s why I got your favorites. The burrito is smelling especially nice tonight." "You're unbelievably perfect, and that was the lowest punch ever, but I still love you anyway.” He stated, giving you a quick peck before getting up from the bed and running towards the desk.

...

"So, now that I'm no longer starving and smelling nice thanks to that cologne you gave, what do you say about..." Yukhei stopped himself from talking and drying his hair with a towel when he noticed your sleeping figure evolved in a warm blanket.

I knew you were tired. Yukhei smiled at the view, silently giggling at his own thoughts. There weren't enough words to describe how much he appreciated all the effort you did to make him feel comfortable after missions. He knew you abdicated a lot from your life for the two of you to be together, things you thought you couldn't live without, like your freedom to walk around with no bodyguards. And even though he tried to push you away to stop you from getting too close to him, you two just couldn't be apart. You consciously chose to be with him, and he loved you so damn much for that.

As he laid down next to you, slightly pulling you closer, and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he voiced out the words with the most affection he had ever put into words before:

"You are my peace, baby. I will always come back to you, no matter what happens.”

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powermaknae · 3 years

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Neo Missions Teams

The Boss:

Lee Taeyong; world renowned businessman, multimillionaire, doesn’t give second chances

The Two Right Hands:

Jung Jaehyun; the Boss’ second half, hot headed, highly desirable

Nakamoto Yuta; respect complex, started at the bottom, trained weapons master

The Brains:

Moon Taeil; skilled hacker, indispensable, secretive

Kim Doyoung; planner, can make anything work, the Boss’ childhood best friend

The Power:

Johnny Suh; bomb squad, current weapons master, uses blunt force

The Scouts:

Mark Lee; thespian, college dropout, poker face

Wong Hendery; disguise master, makeup artist, costume designer

The Security:

Huang Lucas; protects the Boss, listener, hand to hand combat

The Trainees:

Huang Renjun; hacker, locksmith, detail oriented

Lee Haechan; sniper, stealthy, gamer

Lee Jeno; agile, photographic memory, dual personality

#nct series #nct fanfic #nct mafia au #boss ty #jaehyun #yuta #lucas #doyoung #nct taeil #nct johnny #jeno #haechan #renjun #mark lee #hendery #mafia crew

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writeformesinpie · 3 years

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Forbidden

Lucas x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.8k

Genre - Smut, Mafia AU

Summary -

If you could have one thing it would be him.

You must, however, hide your feelings for him. If anyone finds out, it would not only be the end of your affair but the end of his life. This lingering need for someone you can’t have is leading you towards total annihilation.

Warnings -

Forbidden love, public bathroom sex, foot kink if you squint, cheating technically

A/N -

This is a request for the 500 follower event.

KPOP Masterlist

He’s across the booth with some flashy tart trying to make you jealous. It’s working. It’s not your fault you can’t be together, why can’t he see that?

“Try the carrot cake, it’s divine,” the man in the Armani suit next to you says, holding out a spoonful of the horrid dessert. He knows you hate carrot cake. He’s screwing with you. It’s what he does. You open your mouth and take it, swallowing the moist, creamy texture in one gulp and washing it down with red wine. “Well?”

“I wouldn’t call it divine.”

Everyone at the table laughs except for you.

“Ah, that’s right, you don’t like carrot cake do you, sweetheart?” He leans in and kisses your temple. No one else notices the cruel gesture. It’s not something they care about. The man in the Armani suit is your betrothed, after all.

“I like carrot cake." The tart dares to speak at the table, clearly unaware of her surroundings.

“Let me get you one,” he says, ignoring your narrowed eyes he raises his hand to alert the wait staff.

“Thank you, Lucas,” she says, fluttering her eyes like she's the prize pig. He’s clinging off her, making a show of it. Out of everyone here, he knows what your fiancé is like. He knows and yet here he is trying to make you jealous. He’s pushing you because you haven’t made contact with him in weeks. As if this is something you want, as if you don’t long for his touch every moment you are apart.

“I want a double chocolate cake,” you say, looking at your intended. The man who is destined to make your life no longer worth living.

“Then order it.”

Rolling your eyes you order the cake when the waiter comes over. The table continues to talk about ‘business’ and you tune out. At least from their conversation. You still notice Lucas’ hands and everywhere he touches her, at least above the table. Beneath the table is where your mind wanders and it takes every ounce of your willpower to keep from reaching over the table and wringing his pretty neck.

The cakes arrive and the tart digs in like the pig she is. You instead take your time, savouring the flavour, offering some to your fiancé who shakes his head, pushing your plate away. Staring him down, you moan as you swallow each bite and lick the fork clean, to which he pats you on the head and continues with his previous conversation. You are just decoration, after all.

That’s when you feel it.

It’s Lucas, a smug grin quickly flashing across his face before he turns back to the rest of the table deep in conversation. One of his feet has found yours and is travelling up the length of your exposed leg, the tight mini skirt not providing much coverage. Once he gets to your knee, you bend slightly to push him away.

He doesn’t stop, creeping up between your legs, pushing the silky material of your skirt up as he searches for your tender spots. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close to him and seeing his hands on the whore sitting next to him are enough to send you over the edge. A staggered sigh escapes your lips as he flicks the cool leather of his shoe against the edge of your thighs.

“Excuse me!”

“What is it?” Your Armani clad companion asks with a raised brow.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” you whisper, heat spreading across your cheeks.

“That’s fine.” He pulls you into his chest, his lips pressing against yours in a cruel kiss. It tastes of the bitterness and disappointment to come. “I need to make a call anyway.”

“I’ll be right back,” you say to the table before you dart across the restaurant. As you turn the corner you see your fiancé walking towards the front door.

“Fuck,” you mutter, looking at yourself in the mirror. What a shitshow. Running the tap on cold, you splash the water over your face a few times. You look at your reflection for a few seconds letting the liquid drip down your face before grabbing a paper towel to dry off.

As you take a deep breath to psych yourself up to go back to the hell you’ve found yourself in outside, the door moans, the high pitched rattle of its hinges keeping you frozen in place. Staring at yourself in the mirror you let out a sigh of relief as Lucas comes into view.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The taut whisper is dripping with animosity as you start to face him but before you can turn completely, his hands are on your hips. “Lucas?”

“God, you got me so hot and bothered. I can’t stand it,” he sighs in your ear as he grinds his dick against your arse. Heat floods back to your face as lightning ignites inside your belly. You’ve missed his scent, cedar and rose. “I need you.”

“Do you? I thought that’s why you have that bimbo outside. Looks like you’re doing just fine without me.”

“You know she means nothing to me.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You’re the one that told me to bring someone. To keep the heat off us. I did it for you.”

“Don’t use my words against me,” you mumble.

“I want you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“You’re crazy,” you say, attempting to push against the sink to slip away. He won’t budge - he has you pinned, your hip bones rubbing uncomfortably against the marble slab.

“Crazy for you, baby,” he whispers in your ear before kissing his way down your throat.

“Cheesy. Don’t be stupid. Your boss is right outside.”

“So?” His fingers play along the lining of your shirt, teasing the edges with small circles as he continues to litter your neck with soft kisses.

“So he could come inside at any moment and see that we’re gone.”

“Then we better be quick.”

“He’ll kill you if he finds us here.”

“Doesn’t that make it hotter?” His hand slips under your tight shirt, lifting it up from the back, his fingers sliding back and forth along the silky fabric of your panties.

“Lucas.” The stinging heat spreads from your cheeks to your ears and down your back as the storm inside your gut builds. He doesn’t let up, his fingers dancing across your sensitive cunt, your panties now slick with your heat. “We can’t. Not here.”

“But you’re dripping wet, baby.” He chuckles, pulling your wet lingerie down to your knees. When his fingers brush against your clit you gasp, your head flinging back against his chest as he draws shapes on your glossy cunt. He slips in one finger. The angle is perfect and you jolt as it hits your g-spot, a moan erupting from your lips. “God, you’re so hot when you’re turned on.”

“Lucas, please,” you pant, twisting your neck until your head is partially buried in his shoulder as you grind against his hand.

“Please what, baby? Use your words.”

“Just fuck me quick before someone comes in.”

He chuckles, pulling back and placing both hands on your hips. Bending you over the sink, he inches his length inside your ravenous pussy, checking on you as you let out a euphoric sob before pulling back out leisurely. He does this a few more times before you glare at him through the mirror.

“We don’t have time. Just fuck me fast.”

“As you command, darling,” he says, a smirk adorning his features as he slams into your cunt. His pace quickens, each thrust pinning you hard against the marble, his thick dick filling every inch of you. The pain mixes with pleasure and your thoughts cease until the only thing you can keep track of is the movements of his immense cock plunging into your greedy hole.

The lights start to dull as you reach your peak, the constant pressure on your sensitive spot too much to bear. His gorgeous face is intent on holding your gaze as he pummels into you again and again. Knowing that you could be caught at any moment, knowing that Lucas can’t keep his hands off you, knowing that in this moment he is yours and you are his - knowing all this tips you over the edge.

Fire crawls over your skin, your body tensing in intoxicated ecstasy as the monsoon within ruptures. Throwing your head back, you moan his name. His hand covers your mouth as he kisses your temple, pumping into you a few more times before he too reaches his release.

Lucas kisses from your ear to your neck as he pulls out, leaving you empty. The realization that this might be the last time you touch weighs on your chest, the splintering agony of losing him every time you part shatters your heart into tiny pieces. The mistakes you made in this life come back to bite you, leaving you to suffer.

“I love you,” you whisper, looking down at the ground.

He lifts up your face, his fingers gripping your chin to look at him. “I know baby, me too.”

Before he can say anything else, you push against him. Pulling your skirt down you grab some paper towels to clean yourself up and shove him towards the door.

“You leave first.”

“So cold,” he says with a wink. He leans down and captures your lips. Soft tender kisses that need to last until you can touch him again, until you find another moment to be in his arms. There is no 'if' about it; without him you will surely die. Or at least the best part of you will.

“Go.” He nods before giving you one last kiss.

Now that he’s gone, you look back at your reflection with a sigh. Until the next moment, until you get to be loved by him again, you must hide behind the persona you are forced to wear. It’s time to be someone else's once more. It’s time to play the part. To keep him safe. To keep him alive.

Smiling, you walk out of the bathroom all while ignoring the hands of calamity clenching against your heart.

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