#oneus mafia au

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

The one that got away (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Mafia!au

Trigger Warning!!: Mentions of alcohol, kidnapping, guns, death threats

 Summary: When being in the wrong place at the wrong time gets you into a shady situation, you suddenly find yourself deeply entangled with one of the most dangerous people in town, lucky for you though, he’s an old friend.

Word Count: 1,449

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to upload, I had quite a lot of stuff do to for classes. But it’s here now, so I hope you enjoy it. And if you think the story has anything to do with the song, I’m sorry to disappoint.

For the longest time it had been your dream to move out of the shithole you called your hometown, to the big city to start a career in acting. But now, after way too many failed auditions and castings, you found yourself back in the place you grew up in. In a tiny one room apartment at the edge of town.

Sure, you could have simply moved back in with your parents, but they hadn't been supportive of your career choice in the first place and you really didn't feel like having them go 'I told you so!' at every given chance.

The first night was the worst. The light of the neighboring bar was flickering through your broken blinds and kept you awake. Once in a while drunk people were rioting in the street, until they were escorted away by security guards. There was no way you'd be sleeping tonight. Night number two went just the same way.

As the third night came around you were so done with everything you decided there was only one solution, alcohol! You always slept like a stone after drinking, so you made your way to the 24 hour store a few streets down from your apartment.

The night air was colder than expected and you regretted only having put on slippers on your bare feet. So you decided it was best to hurry to get back to your apartment quickly. A good thing that not many people went to the store at 2 a.m. The cashier seemed like he was about to fall asleep, but still managed to scan he cans of beer and put them in a bag.

On your way home the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of the beer cans when they banged together as they took your steps. Your whole body jerked when there suddenly was a loud bang coming from a side alley not that far away from you. It wasn't necessarily a good idea, but you decided to check it out. What if someone needed help?

However, what you found in the alleyway was far from the situation you had expected. A bunch of grim looking men were moving suspicious packages into some boxes in the back of a truck. One guy was on the ground, cowering in fear as another one stood in front of him, holding an object that you couldn't make out in the dark.

He was talking just loud enough for you to hear, "Are you stupid? If the boss figures out you wasted a ton of ware he'll kill us all!" Exactly at this moment the flicker of a nearby streetlight illuminated the alley and you managed to figure out what the man was holding. A gun!

Trying to escape the situation as discreetly as possible, you slowly walked backwards, but your right slipper got caught in a pothole on the ground which almost made you fall. Somehow you manged to catch yourself, out of shock the bag full of beer cans slipped out of your grip and a loud crashing noise echoed through the alley, that immediately alerted the men and their eyes were on you. All you could think of was to start running, that guy had a gun, what if he would kill you? Due to the fear you ignored the ice cold feeling on your foot after you had to abandon one of your slippers. There was no way you would return to get it back. At home you locked the door and tried hiding under your bed sheets trying to process the events you had just witnessed.

~*~ Somewhere, actually not too far away from your apartment Ravn was sitting at his desk, his fingers tapping the wooden surface in an uneven rhythm. His other hand was rubbing his temple as a sigh left his lips, eyeing up the man in front of him, "I heard you guys caused some commotion tonight. You have one chance to explain what happened, so think carefully about what you say right now!" His voice was scarily calm.

The guy in front of him was surely intimidated, "B-boss! It wasn't my fault, really!" "Quit beating around the bush! Get to the point!" Ravn slammed his hands on the table and the guy jumped out of fear, "Someone saw us load up the truck. They got away before we could kill them, but we have this." The man put your slipper on the desk and Ravn eyed it, "What is this? Cinderella? What am I supposed to do with this? You better find whoever this slipper belongs to and bring them here so I can kill them myself!" Ravn ordered before throwing the slipper after the man who hurried out of the room to comply with his boss's request.

~*~

It had been a few days since the whole incident had played out and you were still paranoid about it. Whenever there was a noise when you walked down the street you jumped, whenever someone walked behind you it felt like they were following you. Sure, you had been aware of the shady things going on in this city, it was one of the reasons you had wanted to leave so bad, but you had never witnessed it yourself before. You were constantly on edge and yet you couldn't just stay at home. The cinema was your current destination. They were looking for a worker and since you needed some money to pay the rent you decided to try and get the job.

But before you could even reach the place someone jumped on you and held a cloth to your face. It was giving off a weird smell and before you could resist you already started to get light headed, before eventually passing out after being thrown in the back of a black van.

When you eventually came back to your senses your body was bound to a chair and your eyes were covered by a blindfold. The air around you was cold, to the point there were goosebumps forming on your skin. "Is that them?" A sharp voice echoed through the room. It was hard to tell if the person was standing behind or in front of you. Another voice chimed in, but with a lot less power and authority than the first, "Yes boss."

The blindfold was yanked down and you could make out two figures standing in front of you. They were a little unclear as your eyes were only getting used to the difference in brightness but when your sight was finally clear you were met with a surprise, "Youngjo?"

Right in front of you was your childhood best friend. Youngjo and you had been neighbors since his family had moved to this city. You had been inseparable since then and your parents had always joked about the two of you getting married some day, sadly though you had lost contact after both moving after high school.

Never in your life would you'd have imagined that sweet, little Youngjo would end up becoming a mafia boss and you would be sitting in front of him bound to a chair. "Y/N. You've always been nosy. But I didn't know you were back in town. I didn't think you'd ever come back here." Ravn walked closer to you.

"Boss do you know them?" The other guy chimed in again but Ravn simply ignored him and kneeled down to break you free from the restraints. You rubbed your wrists and inspected the red spots that had formed on them due to being bound to the chair.

Even though Ravn was freeing you his aura was still threatening. "I didn't tell anyone what I saw, I promise!" You blurted out as Ravn was staring you down intensely. He reached out and stroked your hair as he leaned closer, "You've always been a smart one Y/N, but I hope you understand I just can't let it slide only because we know each other." You gulped, what was going to happen? He held out a hand to the man behind him, who handed him a gun that Ravn then inspected while talking again, "Normally I'd kill you right now." There was a pause and he aimed at your head. "But! How about we make a deal? Would you like that?" You quickly nodded, anything was better than dying at the hands of your childhood best friend.

"You've been having some trouble with getting acting gigs right? I have some connections so how about I get you deals but in return you'll stay with me and get to live. I can give you the life you've always wanted."

#oneus #oneus x reader #oneus ravn #oneus ravn x reader #oneus imagine #oneus fanfic #oneus scenarios #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #oneus au #oneus mafia au #kpop mafia au #admin j

[kpoptrashlord-007]

♡ Main Masterlist || Rules || Current Requests || Prompts Lists || Main Account ♡

[Yandere] Most Recent

Weightless || Seokjin x F!Reader || Alien Series AU (6.3k)

Exorcism || Demon!Yeonjun x Nun!Reader || Horror (1.5k)

Bloodlust || Sangyeon x Reader || Smut, Dark

Predatory || Jeongin x Reader || [HS AU] (1k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ = Popular 

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ = Recommended 

You Want To Study Abroad [Reaction ; Mafia AU]

ATEEZ Yandere Profiles

The Chains That Bind || Seonghwa x Reader || Mafia AU (1.3k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Little Mouse || Seonghwa x Fem!Reader || Smut (2.4k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Five Golden Rings || Hongjoong x Reader (1.4k)

Guardian || Hongjoong x Reader (1.5k)

Two Sides of the Same Coin || Hongjoong x Reader (2.7k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Promises || Hongjoong x Reader (6.2k)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Bloodlust || Sangyeon x Reader || Smut, Dark

Chapter One;; The Stealer (6.1k)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  Weightless || Seokjin x F!Reader || Alien Series AU (6.3k)

Two Turtle Doves || Jimin x Reader (1.5k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Ring, pt.1 || Taehyung x Reader (1.2k)

Ring, pt.2 || Taehyung x Reader (1.7k)

Mistletoe Kiss || Taehyung x Reader (2.9k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Nation’s Sweetheart || Taehyung x Reader (4.3k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Twisted Intentions || Jungkook x Fem!Reader (4.6k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷A Burden That Must Be Tolerated || Sunghoon [Mafia]

Extended Stay, pt.1 || Kris x F!Reader || Mafia [Zombie] (5.2k)

Extended Stay, pt.2 || Kris x F!Reader || Smut [Zombie] (5.2k)

Burning Desire || Baekhyun x F!Reader || Suggestive (.6k)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Deal With The Devil || Baek x F!Reader || Smut [Mafia] (6.1k)

Bait || Kyungsoo x Reader || Suggestive [Mafia] (1.3k)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Spoonful Of Sugar || Kun x Reader (6.5k)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Hide && Seek || Hwanwoong x Reader (3.5k)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Devilish || Bang Chan x Reader || [Demon AU] (2.3k)

True Art Mustn't Be Rushed || Hyunjin

Predatory || Jeongin x Reader || [HS AU] (1k)

Exorcism || Demon!Yeonjun x Nun!Reader || Horror (1.5k)

~♡~

If you enjoyed this, please consider liking, reblogging, and/or following! Thanks!

#yandere kpop #yandere #yandere au #yandere ateez #yandere astro #yandere bts #yandere tbz #yandere enhypen #yandere exo #yandere nct #yandere oneus #yandere skz #yandere stray kids #yandere wayv #yandere enha #mafia kpop #mafia exo #mafia ateez #mafia enhypen #mafia astro

[agippang12]

ONEUS mafia!Leedo reaction to gender-neutral reader wanting to break up due to “differences” but reader actually knows he’s mafia

Content warning: make out scene, yandere leedo, he a lil crazy, kidnap scene, the most out of place humor I've ever written in my life, and someone please take my notes app away from me.

Authors note: so I was working on a request but my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another ONEUS mafia imagine- I'm not super proud of this but I needed to write. anyways let me know if you want a part 2 or this kind of thing with another memberʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

（´(ｪ)｀）（´(ｪ)｀）（´(ｪ)｀）（´(ｪ)｀）（´(ｪ)｀）

For Leedo, the past few days had been horrible. Previously, when he had made plans with you, something would come up with his work. Being such a large part of a gang in the city wasn’t exactly easy. He was in charge of territories; specifically expanding them and keeping others out of them.

But now you are the one canceling all the time. You aren’t answering calls, barely texting, in fact he can’t remember the last time he saw you face to face.

Leedo is upset, but mostly scared. Did you find someone else? Do you still love him? These thoughts have been running through his head 24/7. He paced around his office, before stopping, his arms folded in distress.

He had enough. Leedo had, had more than enough. He is going to find you, and he is going to bring you back to his arms.

You have been staying at a friends house the past few nights. You have been dodging Leedo’s calls, not reading his texts, and hoping he won’t come looking for you. You’ve started noticing things about Leedo that are leaning towards the dangerous side. He doesn’t talk about his work, he has hidden safes throughout the house, and most importantly, his name matches someone in the ONEUS mafia ring. Though everyone only knows his name, you have more than a sneaking suspicion that dangerous man is your loving boyfriend.

You saw each text he sends, though you dont open them, and they’re getting more and more frantic.

“Baby, please respond.” 12:31AM

“If I did something wrong let me know! I’m sorry!”

“Where are you?” 1:01AM

“Babe, just tell me where you are!” 1:17AM

“Where are you.”1:30AM

They’re getting shorter, sterner, and quite frankly, you think he already knows where you are. Trying to decide between going somewhere else or staying, you find the solution. You can just break up with him with “differences” or “you lost the spark” as an excuse. He doesn’t need to know that you are aware of his actual job.

There is a knock at your friends front door, and you already know who it is. Your friend looks at you, as if asking if they should open the door or not. You inhale, bracing yourself for how he may react. You really don’t want to hurt him but you don’t see any alternative. You exhale and give your friend the go ahead.

Leedo attempts to hide just how scared he is. But as soon as he sees you behind your friend, nearing the kitchen but still slightly in his view, he pushed the door open. His hands are shaking and his eyes slightly teary, though later he will most definitely deny it.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been so worried, I was looking for you everywhere!”

He approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You nervously smiled, but you didn’t hug him back. He backed away, still keeping close to you.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He looked you up and down, looking for any possible issues.

You didn’t quite figure out how you were going to break the news to him, so it looks like you’ll have to go with the flow.

“Leedo, about that..” you started, “I’ve been thinking about us.”

Leedo knew what was coming, he almost sensed it. But he can’t let you leave him, not for any reason. He can’t live without you, even for a second. First, he needs your friend to leave. Then, he needs to find a way to make you stay.

“Oh. Could we speak about us alone?” He questioned, slightly looking in your friends direction. Your friend had just been standing there, seemingly ignored by Leedo up until this point.

Your friend looked at you, to make sure you’re okay with that. You nodded, it’s understandable to be uncomfortable talking about breaking up in front of someone else. Your friend went to their room upstairs.

“You were saying?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. He has his other hand in his pocket, and he was getting ready to put his plan in motion.

“I don’t love you anymore, Leedo.” You look him in the eyes and see the pain he’s feeling.

“Like, absolutely?” It appears he’s in the bargaining stage of grief. “Because I can do better! I can make you love me again!”

Leedo was getting more and more frantic, and he started cornering you against the kitchen counter. Both hands on either sides of your hips, he leaned in.

“Should I show you?” His breath was heavy on your lips. “How much I need you? How much I love you? How I will do anything just to be with you?”

After seeing no resistance on your end, he met your lips with his. His hands covered yours, and he pulled your arms over his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, and you weren’t complaining. At this point you completely forgot what you were saying. Leedo is an amazing kisser. He knew the exact rhythm to make you weak. And the occasional flick of his tongue over your lips, oh he knew exactly how you like to kiss. He put one of his hands on your jawline, and gently opened your mouth further. His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out... something? You quietly moaned at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

Then you heard you click and felt something cold on your wrists. You immediately remembered what you were doing and tried to look at your wrists, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. But Leedo didn’t let you go. He put one hand on your jaw to keep it open and his other hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him. Trying to put your hands on his chest to push him away, you realized he did, in fact, handcuff you.

“What the-“

Leedo pulled away, both of you are breathing heavily. He smiled, and you tried getting the handcuffs off. He pulled you towards him and locked his arms around you. He has such a pretty smile for a man who’s kidnapping you.

“What the absolute who-put-something-in-the-punch frick do you think you’re doing?” You shouted, struggling against his hold. This man has the biceps of a wrestler or even a Greek god, but gosh darn it, you need to stay focused.

Leedo knows your friend is still upstairs, so he covers your mouth. Can’t have them interfering. He takes off his tie and ties it around your mouth.

He picks you up, in a similar fashion to a sack of potatoes, and starts heading out the door.

Leedo is smiling so hard at the thought of having you home, and all to himself at that.

You were struggling but it wasn't much use. He handed you to men in suits whom you assume are his lackeys. They open the back door of Leedo's car and sat you inside.

Leedo climbed in front and heard your friend screaming your name in surprise, looking for you in the house, before realizing what had happened. Even if they called the police, the cops couldn't do anything against him or the gang.

So, you returned home under the watchful eye of your boyfriend, who pretended as if nothing happened. He is desperate for you to stay with him, even if he has to kill someone.

He loves you, he needs you, and he only has you. You can't leave him, he'll make sure of that.

#kpop #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafia oneus #oneus fanfic #oneus imagines #oneus leedo #oneusmafia #oneus scenarios #kpop multistan #idk if i like this #we'll see if it ages like wine or cheese

[thru-the-grapevine]

Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you���d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

#2023ONEUSTropeBingo #geonhak fanfic #leedo fanfic #geonhak x reader #leedo x reader #oneus fanfic #geonhak fic #leedo fic #oneus fic #geonhak fluff #leedo fluff #oneus fluff #kim geonhak fanfic #kim geonhak fluff #geonhak #kim geonhak #leedo #oneus #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie’s fluff #this being the longest thing I’ve posted here is a little funny to me like good for u leedo #this turned out surprisingly well considering I had it written for someone else entirely at first #mafia au

[captain-joongz]

introduction

♤ nikko × 23y/o ('01) ×

◇ currently fighting for my life at uni :'))

♡ multi-stan: EXO (Baekhyun), ATEEZ (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San), Stray Kids (Hyunjin, Felix), Seventeen (S.Coups, Dino), TxT (Soobin), BTS (Yoongi, Tae), DPR Ian, Jackson Wang, Sunmi, Bibi, Oneus (Hwanwoong)

tags you might wanna check out:

#fic reblog : all the fics I've reblogged onto here (mostly one shots)

#favourites : my favourite reads

#reading list: series : series I'm currently following

#to be read : fics for future reads

#updates : anything concerning the updates of my own fics

☆ requests are closed

♧ masterlist | library

THIS IS A NSFW BLOG, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

currently active series

◇ Abraxas (mafia boss!Yoongi x police officer!reader, crime, investigative, eventual smut, slight humour)

♡ OT8!Ateez x f!reader coming in summer!

updates/projects in works

♤ Cream soda (non-idol!Baekhyun, annoyances to lovers, smut)

☆ Space for two (demon!Taehyung, historical AU, smut)

♧ A little show (Yoongi x reader, uni au, smut) new release!!

◇ Abraxas, act I, chapter II - april 2024

♡ Deserve you (brother-in-law!Seonghwa, smut) - april/may 2024

♧ Sharp teeth, sweet flesh (yandere!tiger spirit!Hongjoong, dark, smut) - may 2024

#introduction post #masterlist #updates

[stardragongalaxy]

Explicit Warning: This blog is 18+. If I see an ageless blog (put an age or year at least somewhere, its not that hard people, or i will assume you are underage), a bot blog, a minor, sexist, racist, against the alphabet mafia, or think anon hate going to get you anywhere, it is an automatic block and/or deletion in asks, dms, or otherwise. This is a major rule. Please respect it. Thank you!

Networks involved in: @cultofdionysusnet @sandsofire @pirateeznet @wonderlandnet @monsterfvckersunited @cromernet

Kpop gif blog: @kpopcrossworlds

Main blog: @umbralhelwolf

Roleplay blog: @mythicwonderland

Ficrec blog: @hwassnackbra (thank you for @anyamaris for letting me make this! Credit goes to her idea!)

Hello travelers. Welcome to my writing blog.

*bows* I'm Haru. I'm an 89 liner, INFJ, artist, writer, and someone with a variety of interests. By all means, however, rest and relax as you traverse the various wings to each clan of guardians who reside (write for) here. They are: Ateez, Stray kids, Dreamcatcher, Ace, Kingdom, OneUs (ot5), AleXa, and TXT. I will write other groups and sometimes non idols (if the motivation is there), but I will research first because I don't feel comfortable with anyone underage. I also will not write for people like Kris, Seungri, Himchan, or anyone else who has done horrible things (if I see these in asks, I will not hesitate to block you. You have been warned)

What I will write:

Most genres, aus, and tropes. It varies in BDSM (better to ask than to assume people)

What I won't write for:

Most watersports, scat, anything to do with anyone underage

The lists will continue to grow as time goes on!

If you are looking for fics and want them filtered. Turn on the mature label and not slap it on us or report. Thank you!

These are no way, shape, or form resonate to the actual idols themselves.

I'd appreciate it if you don't plagiarize, steal, alter (ai included folks), translate, or any other ways to my works I created. Thank you!

Putting this here as well. As much as I create my own banners, I also use @cafekitsune creations also out of support and the work they put into them the most! Thank you if you see this!!

Under the cut is the masterlist

(I am aware that some aren't going by age or position, and that's okay)

Ace

Ot5:

Tba

Donghun:

Tba

Junhee:

Tba

Seyoon:

Tba

Byeongkwan:

Tba

YuChan:

Tba

AleXa

Tba

Ateez

Ot8:

Tba

Seonghwa:

Brightest Jewel

4:57: Before the Boom

Vampire drabble

Hongjoong:

Tba

Yunho:

Infernal Deception

Melody of Red

Vampire drabble

Storm of Stygia

Yeosang:

Wind Protector

San:

Melody of Red

Mingi:

The Lion's Heart

Wooyoung:

Tba

Jongho:

Infernal Deception

Dreamcatcher

Ot7:

Tba

SuA:

Tba

Siyeon:

Tba

Yoohyeon:

Tba

Dami:

Tba

Handong:

Tba

JiU:

Tba

Gahyeon:

Tba

Kingdom

Dann:

Tba

Arthur:

Tba

Louis:

Tba

Jahan:

Tba

Hwon:

bta

Ivan:

Tba

Mujin:

Tba

Chiwoo (former):

Tba

Ot7:

Tba

OneUs

Seoho:

Tba

Keonhee:

Tba

Leedo/Gunhak:

Tba

Hwanwoong:

Tba

Xion:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

TXT (Together x Tomorrow):

Soobin:

Tba

Yeonjun:

Tba

Beomgyu:

Tba

Taehyun:

Tba

Kai:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

Events:

Library of Illusion

Before The Boom

Seventeen Collaboration

Other (kpop and non kpop):

Winter Love

Desires Await - Junhui

☆♤♡◇♧ Dark Web Fics, 19+ ☆♤♡◇♧

This is not to be entered, and whatever is here will not be for everyone. Anyone under 19 interacting with these will be immediately blocked 🚫 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

TBA

#personal #introducing myself #masterlist included #ateez #stray kids #Dreamcatcher #AleXa #Kingdom #Ace #kpop #other #OneUs #txt #together x tomorrow #seventeen #a.c.e

[bangstawrites]

ATEEZ: 

Mingi: 

“You know this song”  

BTS:

Taehyung: 

“Glimpse of us”

POV: s/o tries to go in for a kiss, but bf is too tall

B.A.P:

B.A.P as Modern Family

OMEGA X

OMEGA X as How I Met Your Mother

OMEGA X; THEY HAVING A BAD DAY AND YOU BRIGHTNING THE DAY.

ONEUS: 

Ravn: 

“He was just a fantasy, you are real”

MONSTA X: 

POV: their s/o had a long week

POV: their s/o loves EDM and RAVE

THE BOYZ: 

Q: “they told me about you” MAFIA AU

[giuknumberonebassist]

Stay | k.gh

this is a WeUs mafia au that i decided to tackle, you can’t improve without taking risks:’)

Synopsis: after being thrown into a very dangerous world without your knowledge, you find yourself in some very dangerous situations. luckily one of your brother’s friends is always nearby. there are secrets in the house you’re living in that you need to unravel, can you do it?

Words: 1.2K

Characters: Kim Gunhak x reader, brother!Ravn

Genre: angst to fluff, mafia au, f2l, slow burn

Warnings: heavy angst, violence, blood,

Song rec: stay and last song by oneus and onewe

Notes: this took way longer than i intended, and i kind of wanted it to be one part but oh well what can you do? my braincells disappeared somewhere after starting this but i intend to finish it so please look forward to the next part!

it was the same thing everyday. classes until 4PM, work and studying, sleep, repeat. weekends meant catching up on reading, assignments and, yup, work. you worked in the cafe that was just off campus, it can be busy right after class gets out but then again you were usually getting out of class at that time too. your parents had stopped supporting you after you moved away from home for school, the fight you had before you left had been really bad. they kicked your brother out when he was seventeen, you hadn’t seen or heard from Youngjo in nine years.

that is, until today. it’s a regular saturday, during the morning rush: Youngjo walked through the door in all black, his head tilted down to look at his phone. it had been so many years but you recognized him immediately. he looked much the same as he had all those years ago, you knew he probably wouldn’t recognize you; you were thirteen when he left, you had grown into someone completely different in the last nine years. Youngjo didn’t look up from his phone when he reached the counter, your coworker was about to take his order but you quietly asked her if you could take it instead. “hello, what can i get for you?” you asked cheerfully. “one iced mocha latte please.” Youngjo still didn’t look up at you. you smiled “of course sir.” you didn’t ask for his name even if it was policy to do so.

your coworker raised her eyebrow at you when she passed by to take her place at the cash register, but you just smiled at her. you started Youngjo’s drink, and when it was finished you called him. “Kim Youngjo your drink is ready!” his head shot up immediately, looking at you his eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes widened. hurrying towards you he exclaimed “y/n!! it’s you! how are you? are you okay? why didn’t you say anything?” his questions came quick, and you barely had time to answer them. the rush was slowing down and you took your break to talk with him for a few minutes. “first, i’m doing my best. okay is a relative term in my opinion. i wanted to surprise you that’s why i didn’t say anything. how are you? what have you been up to? you must be doing well for yourself those clothes look expensive.” you laughed, Youngjo chuckled nervously. “i was so shocked! normally i give my nickname Ravn for coffee orders. i’m doing good though,” he paused, “i haven’t been up to anything interesting to be honest. what are you doing working here? shouldnt mom and dad be taking care of you?” his questions were innocent and concerned, but they still stung. you looked down at the table, “i’ve barely made rent with what i make here and my student loans, mom and dad haven’t spoken to me since i left for school.” a tear slid down your cheek, Youngjo reached across the table and wiped your tears away. “it’s okay little one, i’ll take care of you now.” he was determined to make sure you were taken care of.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

after your shift, Youngjo picked you up and grabbed your stuff from your apartment. after that you picked up some food and were on your way to his place. “i have ten roommates but we have a really big place so you probably won’t even notice them. plus we leave and come back at weird hours so don’t worry about them.” Youngjo seemed sort of tense. upon pulling up to their group home your jaw dropped. “you live here???” you gasped.

the house sat just outside the city, on what looked like seven acres of sprawling grounds. the house itself was massive. it had huge pillars on the outside and ivy crawled up them. there were large gates and a stone wall wrapped around the property. Youngjo pulled into an underground garage where cars you could only dream of were parked. “we share the cars too, any car we want to drive we just sign out and go. you don’t have to worry about groceries or anything i can cover those, we do share chores around the house and if Seoho catches you slacking off you’ll be in trouble,” Youngjo took a deep breath, “don’t ask too many questions, they can be sort of secretive. we only have one rule and that’s; always make sure someone knows where you’re going when you leave. no matter what. the boys are usually respectful but they can get rowdy sometimes. don’t worry about them if you’re uncomfortable just let me know and i’ll talk to them.” he finished with a tight smile. you nodded “thanks Jojo, i really appreciate you letting me stay here. are you sure your roommates are cool with it though? they seem sort of… i don’t know, tense?” you finished uncertainly. Youngjo’s grip on the steering wheel tensed, he put the car in park and turned to you. “they’re fine, i asked Yonghoon hyung and he said it was okay. just as long as you abide by the rules and don’t get mixed up in what we do, okay? you have to promise me you won’t get involved with our work.” youngjo demanded. you nodded “i promise.” turns out you wouldn’t be able to keep that promise after all.

Your brother’s roommates turned out to be incredibly nice and cute too. Yonghoon was the leader, he was sweet and secretive but was always willing to help you. The younger boys also always made sure to include you when they went out to get coffee, and in movie nights. Other than Youngjo; you were closest with the twins, Giwook, Hwanwoong, Hyungu and Keonhee. Even if Hyungu was quiet most of the time, and Hwanwoong could be a little bit… eccentric. Hwanwoong often stayed in one room for hours at a time, and you weren’t allowed in that room. You weren’t really sure why.

Recently though you had started spending more time with Gunhak, he had asked you to go get coffee with him. He had been driving you to class and picking you up when Youngjo couldn’t. maybe you were really excited that Gunhak had been driving you to school… he was admittedly very cute. And strong and oh no you’re falling for him aren’t you?

It was a regular day, Gunhak was driving you to school. You talked quietly with him, it was comfortable and calm with him. Not to me ruin he buys you expensive coffees on the way to class!! Gunhak pulled up to your university and parked, “have a good day y/n. i’ll pick you up after class, okay?” Gunhak smiled at you. “okay! Thank you Gunhak!!” you exclaimed, getting out of the car and waving at him as he drove away. The grounds of your school were unusually empty but you weren’t too concerned about it. Out of the corner of your eye you saw something moving, then a strong smell filled your nose and suddenly all you saw was black.

#onewe imagines #onewe x reader #onewe angst #onewe #onewe dongmyeong #onewe harin #onewe kanghyun #onewe yonghoon #onewe cya #oneus x reader #oneus imagines #leedo x reader #weus mafia au #oneus mafia au #onewe mafia au #oneus ravn #oneus seoho #oneus leedo #oneus keonhee #oneus hwanwoong #oneus xion #oneus fluff #oneus angst

[ohmygoshcheese]

@funkywinkyboy

His hands

Stained with blood

Craved innocence

Craved to touch

Her

#no of course i'm not late what are you talking about #anyway merry christmas to you my long lost twin!! #thank you for letting me ramble about [redacted] for hours on end #and for putting up with all my other bs #im so glad you're in my life! #ravn #oneus #ravn moodboard #oneus moodboard #mine #mafia au? probably?

[clareisa]

ONEUS Reaction - mafia!AU - They Think Their S/O Ran Away

♠ - Request (anon request): Can you do a mafia oneus where they think she ran away but she just went out and forgot to tell them or got distracted by a puppy when she went out or something + and please make it fluff 💗 love your work

♠ - A/N: Today I just get inspired put of nowhere and I’m so happy about it!! I’m sorry it is so late but I hope you’ll like it anyway♥♥♥

♠ - genre: fluff, mafia!AU, romance, a little angsty

♠ - gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

♠ - English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

Ravn:

  Youngjo wasn’t really bothered when he found your shared bed empty as he came from a meeting. To be honest, he was really surprised that it didn’t come earlier in your relationship. He knew you loved him with your whole heart but he understood why you did that. But he was crazy mad as well. He couldn’t let you go so he sent his men to find you and it didn’t take too long since you were just in near Chinese restaurant ordering food. 

  “Yahh! I told you to let me go! I can walk by myself.” you were yelling at your boyfriend’s bodyguards. 

  They shoved you throught the heavy mahogany door into Youngjo’s office and you fell on your knees. 

  “Hey! You could be more careful!” you yelled back at them but when you looked at your partner you froze on the spot because when he got this look on his face something bad was coming. 

  He took you under your neck, forcing you to look at him, “How dare you to yell at them when you ran away like a weak bitch, huh? You thought I won’t find you?!” he raised his voice and cursed you for the first time in your relationship. You didn’t expect it and it for sure hurt you badly. Tears immediately formed in your eyes.

  You slapped away his hand and told him: “I didn’t run away, you fool! I went to get food for us! For our movie night! For the first time, I forgot to tell you about every my step and you are already accusing me of such things!” you stood up and threw the food in the bag to his feet. 

  “Leave me alone. I’m not hungry anymore.” you said in a cold voice, turned on your heels and walked away. 

  After that, he regretted in second what he said and ran after you in the hope you will forgive him, “Please forgive me, my queen. I was foolish...” he whispered to your ear as he hugged you from behind. 

  His heart racing crazily only slowing down after you put your warm soft hands at the top of his.

Seoho:

  Seoho was quite mad when his men informed him you were anywhere in the house. You had an amazing life and he thought you would never leave him like so many people were telling him. But he thought you did and he felt betrayed in the deepest way since you promised. He went out to find you himself but he didn’t expect the incident that happened after he found you next Han River. 

  When he saw you familiar figure, your back facing him, close to Han river he immediately ran to your direction. His heart beating with rage, ready to give you a lesson. 

  “Y/N! How dare you to run away from- “ he started yelling but stopped as you turned around, “...me?” he asked, surprise clearly heard in his voice when he saw you. 

  “Oh! Hi, love!” you greeted him cheerfully, smiling at him. After that, you looked into your arms at the little fluffy puppy and pet her again. 

  “Uhm... what are you doing here, y/n?” Seoho asked still confused. 

  “Look at this little princess!” you came up to him with the little dog in your arms smiling even brighter than always. 

  “She was running around our house and looked hungry. She got scared and ran from me but I chased her and now we are best friends! Right?” you asked and nuzzled your nose with the little puppy. 

  “Oh okay...” he started but you interrupted him with your supplications, “Please, please, please! Can we take her home and keep her?” you both looked at him with big pleading puppy eyes. 

  Seoho just chuckled, glad that you didn’t actually run away and nodded, a smile forming on his face. 

  “Of course we can keep her, love. Just come home, it’s pretty late.” he smiled and you kissed his cheek and started walking next to him back home. 

  “You are the best!” you said, making him smile once again. 

Leedo:

  Gunhak was furious. Absolutely pissed off when he came home excited for your lunch date and you weren’t in the mansion and no one knew where you went. He looked all around the house but nothing! He took his best men and went to the city to look for you. Hours and hours of looking for you and nothing. Because of that, it was an even bigger surprise when you called him asking why is he late to your lunch. 

  Gunhak was so frustrated when he stopped his car and hit the steering wheel angrily. You were nowhere to find and he was becoming anxious. Suddenly his phone ringed and his eyes widened when he saw your name on the screen. 

  He quickly picked up and calmed down a little hearing your voice, “Where are you, baby? I’m waiting for you for ages! The food is cold already!” you whined cutely to the phone, making him smile automatically. 

  “Wait... where are you?” he asked starting the engine. 

  “Me? At home waiting for you? We supposed to have lunch together.” you said in a confused tone.

  “But I was looking all around the house and you weren’t anywhere!” he said.

  You chuckled. “Oh my... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I set the table in the back garden! That’s why I wasn’t inside.” you chuckled again embarrassed. 

  Gunhak sighed in relief. He was so happy you didn’t run away and mentally cursing at himself for even thinking about his angel doing such a thing. 

  “So where are you?” you asked curiously. 

“Oh I...” he was thinking fastly to tell you some sweet lie, “I didn’t find you at home so I thought you went to my office.” he chuckled awkwardly. 

  “It was my mistake! I’m so sorry you must have been so worried. Come home quickly so we can eat, okay?” you said with your usual sweet, encouraging voice. 

  “I’ll be there in a minute, princess.” he said and hung up the call. He laughed at himself and felt his cheeks becoming red from embarrassment. His angel didn’t run away from him, she would never...

Keonhee:

  This man knew that this will happen at some point but he wasn’t scared at all. You didn’t have family, anyone to come to so he was sure you’ll be back in couple of days. He didn’t even send anyone to look for you. But he didn't expect for you to come back in couple of hours, right before dinner. 

  Keonhee was walking down the big hall of his house, admiring beautiful paintings hanging on the walls when he heard a loud noise. 

  When he turned he saw you closing the heavy doors.

  He smirked and started walking to you, “Well, well, well... who we have here? O thought you would take at least a couple of days to come back.” he smiled cockily. 

  You looked at him confused but took of your coat and started walking to him, the familiar sound of your heels clicking on the marble floor was echoing throught the open hall. 

  “Days?” you chuckled, “Yes, picking up new furniture for your office is tough work since you are so picky but it doesn’t last days, love.” you smiled and put your hands behind his neck, kissing his lips softly. 

  “W-what? You were...” he suddenly realised what he has told you days ago.

  “Don’t tell me you forget about it.” you sighed looking to his widened eyes, “of course, you did.” you chuckled at how cute and lost he looked. 

  “N-no I didn’t, I thought you ...hmmm...” he chuckled embarrassedly.

  “Wait... you said days. Didn’t you think I ran away from you? That is why you had that cocky smirk and confident voice when I came back?” you lifted one eyebrow making him blush. 

  “Maybe I did...” he looked down feeling terrible but you took his face into your soft hands and smiled at him. 

  “Awww, you are so cute when you are flustered! Don’t worry I will never run away from such a cutie like you!” you kissed his nose and connected your foreheads making him smile. 

Hwanwoong:

  He couldn’t believe what was happening. He knew about every your step but you suddenly disappeared without telling him anything. Thanks to his profession he automatically thought you ran away from him. He was determined to bring you back so he called every member of the gang and ordered them to look for you. He couldn’t be more surprised when he came home after looking for you for hours. 

  Hwanwoong sighed exhaustedly as he entered his mansion.  When he opened the door his face became shocked. You were there. Walking around in bathrobe as if nothing was happening. 

  “Y/N? What are you doing here?!” he asked sharply. 

  You turned to him with a smile. “Well, I’m waiting for my handsome boyfriend. What else I would do?” you bit your lip as you looked him up and down. 

  “You didn’t run away from me?!” he asked, shocked seeing you in front of him. 

  “Me? Runaway? Don’t be ridiculous!” you chuckled. 

  “But you weren’t at home. You weren’t picking up your phone. You didn’t tell me anything. What was I supposed to think?!” he asked his voice rising a little. 

  “Baby calm down. I wanted to surprise you and you know how hard is it when I need to tell you where I’m every time.” you pouted as you placed your arms behind his neck. 

  “What? I don’t care about any surprises. I wanna know you are safe.” he said. 

  “ Oh so you don’t like this surprise...” you took couple of steps back for him to see your whole body and untied your bathrobe, showing him the new red lingerie set you bought today. 

  He lost his words as his eyes widened and mouth opened. 

  You chuckled and shook your head, “Ahh, you don’t like it.” you smiled and starting tieing your robe back. 

  Hwanwoong swiftly placed his hands on your waist to stop you, “No, no, no. I think I like this quite a lot.” he bit his lip as he looked down at your hot figure in his arms. 

  “So you are not mad?” you asked cutely. He looked up and smirked, “Of course I’m not...” he said and kissed you deeply. 

Xion:

  To be honest, he would be quite sad when his men call him that you get lost and you are nowhere to found. He didn’t have anger in him, Just sadness. He was hurt and sad that you ran away. He started blaming himself that it was his fault and that he could treat you better. So when one of his men called him and said he found you, Dongju arrived as fast as possible to the place you supposed to be. 

 Xion quickly ran out of the car he stopped in front of one of the highest buildings in Seoul. He saw one of his man where you are and when he told him that at the rooftop he didn't even think why and just ran up.  He opened the rooftop door and what he saw took his breath away. You were standing there in his favourite dress he bought you some months ago, there was a big picnic set on the floor, lots of food on soft blankets and telescope standing next to it.  "What is this, Y/N?" he asked gently.  You smiled, walked close to him and took his hands into yours, "I wanted to surprise you. You overwork yourself and we don't even have any more time for just two of us." you squeezed his hands lovingly.  "And I know how much you wanted to look at starts with me for such a long time. So I picked the clearest night out of all year. I'm sorry if I and guys made you worried." you smiled a little.  "Wait they knew about this?" he asked and you nodded.  "Please, don't be mad!" you pleaded. "I can't be mad at you. I love you, my queen." he said and kissed you under the bright stars.  You broke the kiss after a couple of seconds taking his cheek to your palm. He started nuzzling into your hand like a cute kitty which made your heart beat faster.  "You are a part of one of the most dangerous gangs in the world. How can you be this cute?" you asked, blush to spread all over your cheeks as he kissed your palm.  He chuckled, "Well... what can I say? I guess you bring the best of me." he kissed your nose making you giggle.

#oneus reactions #oneus au #oneus mafia #oneus drabbles #oneus scenarios #oneus fluff #oneus smut #oneus angst #ravn #seoho #leedo #keonhee #Hwanwoong #xion #kpop #mafia au #kpop mafia au

[soulangel]

Oneus Mafia Reaction to Seeing You After 8 Months in Jail

Requested by @jeongguk-kookie​. Hope you enjoy it! and sorry it took so long ;-; There’s only a tiny hint of angst in Xion’s, but only if you squint.

Masterlist     Oneus Masterlist

    8 months. 8 months since you’ve seen your boyfriend outside a visiting cell. 8 months since you’ve been able to hold him and patch his wounds up from his heists. 8 months you’ve been able to think and decide what it was you wanted to tell him most. 8 months of the torture of being by yourself in the large mansion trying to keep the group together without him. Lucky for you, the team knew you and respected you. Who wouldn’t? You were their boss’ S/O, his other half; Y/L/N Y/N, the badass with a silver tongue.

     So when you got the call from the jail that your boyfriend was being released today, you didn’t even need to think twice about grabbing your leather jacket off the coat rack with a hasty, “be back later douches!” thrown over your shoulder before your high heeled combat boots thunked out the door.

Ravn

    You couldn’t help feeling the happiness in your chest and butterflies in your stomach when you saw the familiar silhouette step out of the jailhouse. He had his own leather jacket slung over his shoulder as a police officer escorted him toward the black car you were stood in front of. “Keep him out of trouble Y/N. You’re the only good thing this criminal has.” The officer scowled, shoving your boyfriend’s shoulder just slightly so he’d stumble over to you.     You just faked a smile toward the officer and nodded your head. “Of course Sir! See you at the next party!” You replied happily, waving at the guy as he walked off with a small shake of the head.     Ravn immediately sat in the car and waited for you to start it and take him home. “Babe, I missed you so much.” He mumbled tiredly, his eyes closing the moment you turned the car on and let the engine’s rumbles lull him into a trance like sleep.     All you could do was run a hand through his hair as you sped out of the jail parking lot to take him home, keeping him asleep with your fingers lightly scratching and massaging his scalp. He must’ve been so tired from trying to work the business behind bars while faking good behavior. You knew he was going to be in for a huge surprise when he got back to see just how much had happened while he was behind bars.     You couldn’t wait to tell him the news you’d thought over as he was gone though, so you stopped the car in a deserted parking lot next to a public park that you knew only a couple of people would visit at this time of day. You gently shook his shoulder and hummed softly, hoping to wake him up the quietest and gentlest he’d probably been woken up in months. “Baby, there’s something I need to tell you first before we get back to the mansion.” You whispered softly, kissing his cheek as he fluttered his eyes open.   �� He stared at you expectantly with no words in case he said something he didn’t mean. So you took a breath and stared him in the eyes. “I would be more than happy to run the business with you. While you were in there, I ended up taking over some of the decisions for you which I thought might help us gain more leverage, and I think it worked. Also the boys are more than happy listening to what I need to tell them, I kind of enjoy the power.” You grinned happily.     He took a moment or two to understand what you’d said, and then took you into his arms, hugging you tight with a laugh in relief. “I knew you had it in you Love. Looks like it’s time to take back what’s supposed to be ours.” He purred before taking your lips into a long awaited kiss which left you begging for more of him.     You fought back the urge to whine at him as your hands tangle in his hair, trying to get yourself closer to him while still staying in your seat. He just ended up wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you over the console and into his lap, mouth attaching to your neck with a satisfied groan escaping him. Needless to say, you both didn’t get back to the mansion until the wee hours of the night. And he loved every minute the two of you got lost in each other, 8 months was a long time to think about creative things to do.

Seoho

    You’d immediately brought him up to rest after a small chat with the officers who released him, both asking you to keep him out of trouble for a while. It honestly made you laugh just remembering how serious they were about you keeping him out of trouble while you both got to the black Cadillac waiting for you. He was quiet while you drove the two of you home, and he was just staring at your face with a happy look. “When we get home can we cuddle?” He whined, hearing your twinkling laugh as you parked the car.     You leaned in to kiss him and then nodded your head. “I’ll cuddle with you after the meeting. The boys don’t know your home yet and I want to keep it a secret for as long as possible.” You replied softly before you both went in opposite directions; you to the meeting, and him to bed.

    You were in the middle of a meeting set up to start another heist, trying your best to match the plans to ones you’d read through in your boyfriend’s study many times before. In fact, Ravn had even made note to you that “it’s a lot like Seoho’s, he’d be impressed in the detail.”      You tried pushing the pride you felt down to your stomach as you explained what each guy needed to do to make the plan work well. “Ravn you know your role the best, wanna help me out?” You’d ask, trying so hard to keep the tired look off your face once the meeting finished.     The second in command rushed to your side once it was just the two of you in the meeting hall and held onto your forearm as you all but fell into the chair next to the small bookcase. “Y/N you need to take a break. You haven’t rested properly since-” “I know Oppa, but I can’t let this group fall because their leader isn’t here. I promised him, and you.”      He left you alone after that when he realized you weren’t going to listen to what else he had to say, and made sure to keep the rest of the group out from bothering you. You were even about to fall asleep in the chair do to how quiet it was for the first time in months, until the familiar whooing and hollering of your boys startled you awake. “HYUNG YOU’RE BACK! When did you return?! Did Y/N-Noona grab you?! Is that why she ran out of here so fast?! NOONA!” You heard shouts for you.     Someone started whining as soon as you opened the door, and you looked at them all in surprise. Ravn had his fist above someone’s head, and the person he’d hit was rubbing his head while whining. “Noona!” He yelped, running over to you and hiding behind you for protection.     You just smiled and shook your head. “Welcome back Love. Somehow I have adopted children while you were gone....” You grumbled with a roll of your eyes, everyone hearing the joking tone in your voice as you affectionately pet the younger boy’s head still hiding behind you.     Seoho was only able to smile at the scene before him as you bonded with his family and crew. “This is the best day ever.” He sighed out finally.

Leedo

    When he saw the large bulge of your stomach as you impatiently waited for him out where you were told to, he was a little shocked to say the least. “B-Babe? What happened?” He asked tentatively, wanting to hug you but not wanting to set you off or hurt you somehow.     You glared at him and huffed out a breath. “You happened you damn horny ass son of a-” You were about to say even more until his large hand wrapped around your mouth and he pressed your body against his, his face sliding into your neck and hiding in your hair.     You were surprised enough to stop talking so he was able to remove his hand from your mouth and pull you body as close to him as possible. “I love you so much. I missed you.” He whispered, knowing full well just those words alone would make you melt against him.     You sighed and buried your head in his neck, sniffling softly until you were full blown sobbing in the parking lot. “I m-missed you so-so much!” You wailed, gripping his shirt in your hands so tight, he wouldn’t have been able to pry you off even with his gentle whispering.     He held you and stroked your hair as you continued crying for a few more minutes until you were only able to quietly hiccup a couple of times. “I think we should go home so you can rest. Someone looks extremely tired.” He said with a tiny smile that you returned with a glare.     Instead of driving the two of you home like you had planned, Leedo ended up taking the keys out of your hand and guided you to the passenger seat where he helped you climb into the seat. He then helped you buckle yourself up and kissed your forehead and nose in affection, chuckling a little as you flailed your hand at him in response. “I need chocolate and cuddles!” You cried out, crossing your arms over your chest like a child.     He laughed at your behavior and closed the passenger door so he could rush over to his side, where he jumped in the seat and immediately drove out to the store for your chocolate and whatever else you might want. He didn’t really think about how much you’d want though, what with your....predicament. “Love, can you tell me what happened while I was away?” He asked finally with a tiny frown as you looked down the baby aisles with tears in your eyes.     You finally looked at him and tilted your head. “Oh....well I mean...I found out just after they incarcerated you...and I’m due any day now...and OH....m-maybe nooooo-oww Oh god!” You screeched softly in surprise as your water decided to break at this perfect moment in time.     All Leedo could do was stare at you wide eyed as you went into labor with what he knew to be his child. Holy Hell.

Keonhee

    You’d waited for him patiently in the car as they were giving him all his clothes and most of his property back. Unfortunately there were a couple things they’d ended up keeping so he wouldn’t be able to have it anymore (which you had decided you’d get him another one no matter what it was) and then handed him something else. The grin on his face was enough to put you at ease as he jumped into the passenger seat and crawled over the middle console to hug and kiss you. “God I missed you so much.” He mumbled across your lips, cupping your cheek in his hand gently.     You smiled and kissed his nose, earning a confused sound to escape him. Only when you two were together could you act like the young and in-love couple that you really are. It was definitely hard being together when he had a group to run and you were acting as a double agent to get him intel. That was one of the reasons you were hiding in the car while waiting for him; no one outside the team knew of your relationship. That was why he was so happy to see you in that moment, waiting for him in the car unlike what he was expecting. All you could do in the moment was try your best to hug him and kiss his cheek. “I missed you too. I hate having to hide from everyone.” You muttered softly against his cheek, nuzzling it with your nose for a moment before you leaned back into the driver’s seat to take you both home.     Without so much as an explanation to the guys once you made it back, you immediately made it to the bedroom where you changed out of your clothes and into your comfortable loungewear, sighing in content with a smile once you heard the celebratory shouts of the boys most likely surrounding your boyfriend. “You’re back! Did Noona grab you? How was it? Did anyone catch you two? Are you going to tell everyone about her now?” You heard many different questions toward Keonhee who wasn’t answering a single thing.     You frowned a little as you heard him mumbling something just low enough you couldn’t understand. Damn that monotone voice. You debated on walking out to where they all were, ignoring the fact you were in your loungewear just so you could hear what was being said! “I need to go be with her now. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” You heard him say finally, almost as if he read your mind about walking out of the bedroom.     Instead of meeting him on the bed like you initially planned, you instead sat down in the chair by the window, looking out at the street in front of you with a small frown. ‘Do I want everyone to know I’m dating him? What will happen to us when everyone finds out? Will I lose what my life is like now?’ You wondered to yourself before arms encased your frame and the familiar lips attached themselves to your neck like you were used to feeling for so long.     You let out a sigh and smiled a little as his arms tightened around you. “Don’t listen to them. You don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to. It’s okay.” He mumbled, knowing exactly what you were thinking about somehow. Looks like 8 months away from each other didn’t let him forget anything about your thought patterns.     You shook your head though, letting out the smallest of sighs before you turned to him seriously. “I’m tired of hiding this. I hate having to hid the fact we’re together. I hate my family constantly wondering if I'll ever find someone. And I hate that no one takes me seriously outside of this mansion when I tell them I know people who will fuck them up. Honestly, I want the world to know we’re together, and that we’ll fuck with anyone who fucks with us first.” You replied, biting your lip once you stopped talking because, holy fuck you said that out loud wow...     He just smiled at you and kissed the top of your head. “If you want the world to know about us, then alright. Let’s light shit up.” He grinned, snapping his fingers which earned a giggle from you.

Hwanwoong

    You were on the phone with the second in command, Ravn-who was not very happy with your plan-as you waited for your boyfriend to walk out to you. Instead of looking pissed off like you thought he would, he just grinned at you and all but ran up to you in excitement. He did stop in front of you and pick you up though, earning a squeal of surprise from you at the sudden weightless feeling as he carried you around to the passenger side. “Ravn can we talk about this later? I’m just now picking up Hwanwoong.” You told him, fighting back a smile as your boyfriend kissed along your neck and jawline hungrily.     You heard the laugh and agreement in his voice before the two of you hung up; so he could get the mansion together for your arrival, and so you could finally kiss the love of your life after 8 months of being unable to. “God I missed your skin.” He groaned, sliding his hands around your waist as his lips gently grazed a trail down your neck and collarbones.      Your head fell back in bliss as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. “I missed your touch.” You practically purred when he hit your favorite spot, marking it up like there was no tomorrow.     You were about ready to kiss him when you heard shouting from the jailhouse. Something about public indecency and if you didn’t leave the property you’d both be fined or whatever. He chuckled at your annoyed expression and opened the passenger door for you, holding a hand out as you climbed into the vehicle. “Let’s go home.” He smiled at you, kissing your knuckles as you just stared at him longingly, watching him as he then closed the door and rushed to the driver’s side.     Lucky for you, the mansion was only 10 minutes away, and you were able to somehow lean across the console to attach your mouth to his neck, leaving welts and light bite marks across one side. You fought back your moans at seeing the marks you’d made and just smiled happily, the chance to have these moments with him extremely rare since he had to run his operations almost 24/7. “By the way, Ravn says he has some good news for us when we get home.” You said quietly, kissing his cheek before sitting back down in your seat to look out the window, changing the tension in the car almost a complete 180.     He stared out the window before glancing at you a couple different times, wondering if he’d heard you right, and asking himself what happened to you in the 8 months you’ve been separated from each other. By the time he thought it though, he realized he’d parked the car in the familiar garage and was staring at you longingly, seeing the difference the separation made in you. “Hey, what’s on your mind/” He asked softly, a hand running through your hair soothingly and grasping at your neck for you to stare at him.     You looked over at him and bit your lip as you debated on telling him the news, or waiting for Ravn to tell him. He opened his mouth to as you again when someone’s knuckles rapped on the window of the driver’s side. “You’re back! Welcome home!” Ravn shouted before Hwanwoong even rolled down the window.     You stepped out of the car and slowly walked over to the side where the boys were at, resting your right side against the back door while Hwanwoong finally stepped out of the car and closed it to lean on it beside you. You wrapped your hand around his and leaned your head on the vehicle as Ravn just grinned at the guy next to you. “So, we found out who put you in there.” He started, not at all surprised when the light sparked in your boyfriend’s eyes.     You weren’t at all surprised when he took you into his arms and kissed you long and hard, celebrating the thought of finding the person who locked him up for 8 months. “Time to go catch a snitch.” He roared, getting the attention of the rest of the boys in the mansion. 

Xion

    You didn’t even make it to the car when someone was shouting for you to get back inside the mansion. Wide eyed, you looked to where the shouting was coming from to see familiar red hair darting through trees and bushes in hopes of getting to you faster. “Y/N! GET IN THE HOUSE!” Xion’s voice boomed to you, eliciting a small yelp from you as you both made it back into the bullet proof glass doors just in the nick of time.     You cowered in his arms for a moment, wondering why you couldn’t hear the sounds of bullets hitting the glass until his chuckles came through your ears. “Missed you too Baby.” He mumbled, stroking your hair.     You tried your best to understand the situation, questioning if you heard him right, or if you were truly in his arms. “X-Xion is....is it really you?” You stuttered out staring at him with the same wide eyes you had when you were outside just moments ago.     He pulled you closer to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms wrapped around his waist. The fact you were shaking in his grip seemed to bring him out of his moment of happiness though, since he backed away from you and gently stroked a hand down your face until it was cupping your neck and jawline. “Hey, you okay? Baby I didn't mean to scare you...I’m sorry.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours.     You could only stare at him with the same stare as before, wide eyed and terrified. “Y-You’re here. Why-why aren’t you at the jailhouse? Wh-what-” You tried getting out, only for him to shush you and pull you into his chest. “Don’t worry about it. I’m here now. There’s nothing wrong. I was only making a joke to get you in here so I could hold you like this. I didn’t mean for you to get so scared.” He sighed, rocking your frame side to side gently.     You sniffled softly but couldn’t stop the giggling from escaping you. “Come on now, you think I’m that easily frightened?” You grinned, kissing his cheek before you ran off to another room.     You could hear his mumbling as he chased after you, ignoring the surprised looks from the others as you both ran past like bats out of hell. “Well he’s back. Damn haven’t seen her this happy in quite a while.” You heard them mumble to each other before you disappeared.     You were about to hide out in your favorite room when his arms snaked around you and brought you into his chest, breath hot on your ear. “Bet you don’t know this?” He asked you, making you tilt your head in confusion.     “I love you.”     You smiled at that. “I love you too you dork.”

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop oneus #oneus #oneus reactions #oneus au #oneus mafia #oneus x reader #mafia!oneus #mafia!oneus x reader #oneus ravn #oneus seoho #oneus leedo #oneus keonhee #oneus hwanwoong #oneus xion #skye.works #requested

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Price of Love (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader (Reader wears a dress as disguise and gets called miss once but like it’s a disguise so... could still be gn)

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Mafia!au, slight angst ig

Trigger Warning!!: mentions of death, mentions of wounds (but no actual injuries in the story), fire

Summary: You’re on a heist to steal precious artwork together with your boss turned boyfriend, but he suddenly changes the plan and leaves you worrying for his safety.

Word Count: 1,528

A/N: Once again I am apologizing that it took mw so long to write this T.T

But like writing is a creative task and sometimes I’m just not creative enough... Anyway I finally made it yayy. Enjoy it :)

Also about the title idk how to name it so yeah they’re at an auction and in love so that was the best I could come up with, sorry -Admin J

As you walked through the entrance of the auction house, you instantly felt as if all eyes were on you.

The clothes you were using as a disguise made you feel uneasy. Usually, people in your line of work didn’t care for what you wore, it was more important if you were holding a loaded gun to their head or a knife to their throat.

But right now, the flowy black dress you were wearing to hide your silhouette, the blonde wig that was tightly secured with a scarf draped over your head and the pearls around your neck, made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet that was still better than exposing who you were to those rich snobs all around you.

“You’re looking pretty. Maybe we should have you wear a dress more often.” The teasing voice of your boss turned boyfriend rang through the earpiece that was hidden under your wig as soon as you sat down at one of the chairs of the auction hall.

As much as you wanted to talk back, you refrained from doing so, to not blow your cover. Looking around you found Ravn dressed up as one of the guards at the side of the stage that would soon present the items for the auction. You ignored the sly smirk on his lips as he watched you.

It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you had seen him smirk like that. You had been found guilty of stealing from a club that belonged to him. Begging on your knees, to stop him from killing you, you advertised yourself to him as best as possible. Saying that whatever dirty work he needed to have done, you’d do it without asking any questions.

And in these past years you did not only manage to earn his respect but also his love.

Which brought you to the current situation, an auction with the finest and most expensive art pieces from all over the world. To top it all off they would be presenting the most expensive diamond ring known to man, but Ravn had made it clear you were only here for the art.

He’s always had this fable for arts, which you couldn’t really understand, many of those drawings looked like the were made by kindergarteners, why would they be that expensive? But if you could make your boyfriend happy by stealing him an ugly but crazily expensive artwork, you’d do it anytime.

As the auction began with the first piece, you were having fun by bidding together with the rich people in the room. Of course, you had no intentions of actually buying any of the items, but it was fun to compete with the rich and push the price to unbelievable numbers.

Once in a while you could feel Ravn sneaking glances at you, to make sure you were doing fine. He was happy to see that you were enjoying toying with other bidders as he knew you weren’t very interested in art, he had feared you would get bored.

When they finally rolled in the last item of the auction after what felt like eternity, you couldn’t take your eyes off the diamond ring. It had been one of your biggest dreams to one day possess a ring like that. The way it made the whole room sparkle as the bright lights of the auction room illuminated it enchanted you.

So when the fire alarm started blaring through the building it ripped you out of your trance and you jumped a little, even if you knew about this plan all along. As the smell of fire and dark smoke spread panic arose, people were trying to storm out of the building as fast as possible the guards guided everyone out of the room to safety until only you were left in the room.

“Miss, you need to leave there’s a fire!” A guard came up behind you. “Oh, shut up!” You declared, knowing fully well it was Xion under that disguise. He laughed and nudged your shoulder as he walked by you to get the artwork from backstage. The auction house was trusting the guards to lock away the art pieces safely in the case of a fire, but there was one thing they weren’t aware of, they all had been replaced by Ravn’s workers.

“The van is at the back entrance; Ravn is getting the fake paintings right now. Put the real ones in this bag and bring them to the car. Tell Leedo to drive right away, Ravn and I will make sure this whole place is burning to the ground. We’ll meet you guys back at headquarters afterwards.” Xion explained as he handed you a bag.

You felt uneasy, this wasn’t the original plan, what happened to taking the paintings, replacing them with fake ones to make everyone think they burned and getting out of there as fast as possible? Why would the two of them stay here any longer than they must? But it wasn’t the right time to question their plan, if Ravn wanted it that way there was nothing you could do.

As you were walking to the bag door, clutching the bag of paintings tightly you actually met Ravn on your way. “Be careful!” You warned him, he was probably fully aware that you didn’t like his decision to stay here instead of coming back to HQ with you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll see you in my office later. I have a surprise for you then.”

Before you could even question what he was talking about he was pressing his lips to yours. For a second the blaring fire alarm and the smell of smoke were completely forgotten as you melted into the kiss, after all there was a possibility, it would be your last. But as the heat in the building was rising, you became aware that you were actually in an actively burning building and it was best to leave, with that the two of you parted and went your ways.

Leedo was already waiting at the back entrance, just as Xion had said. The sliding door of the van open for you to jump right in. He seemed to be aware of the plan as he stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed.

“Why are they staying there?” You asked Leedo as you climbed to the passenger seat of the van. His eyes were focused on the street as he shrugged. He didn’t know either, he was just following the orders Ravn had given.

~*~

Back at the headquarters people were cheering upon seeing you return with the bag full of paintings, usually you would be celebrating with them, but right now you didn’t feel like celebrating anything if Ravn wasn’t by your side. You walked straight to his office. Something in you was wishing that if you opened the door, he would be there waiting for you, but how was that possible. He couldn’t have gotten here quicker than you did. Especially since Leedo was Oneus’ fastest getaway driver.

Just like you thought, his office was empty. You put the bag of paintings down at his neatly organized desk before you let yourself fall back into his black leather chair. A sigh escaped your lips as you were on the verge of crying, you were trying to calm down by telling yourself he had survived so many dangerous situations. Every time he had escaped sometimes with gun wounds, stab wounds even broken bones, he said they were like scratches to him. But Fire? That was something completely different, he couldn’t control that or fight that.

You started pacing around the small office, letting your hand wander over the metal surfaces of his shelves to check for dust, just to distract yourself. Of course, there was no dust, his office was the place he treasured the most, so it had to be spotless.

You were standing with your back to the door as you heard it open, your whole body froze. It scared you, what if you turned around and it wasn’t Ravn standing there, but one of his men telling you he wouldn’t return.

“Y/N.” A breath escaped you that you didn’t even know you were holding. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, they just started flowing. That was his voice! Turning around you rushed into your boyfriends’ arms and hugged him tightly. Your fist hit his chest, “Why did you have to do that? Why couldn’t you just stick to the plan?”

He didn’t answer at first, tightening the hug and stroking your hair. When he was sure you had calmed down, he wiped your tears with his thumb before speaking, “Well the plan didn’t involve getting you this.” He pulled something out of his pocket, it took you a second to realize what it was. The diamond ring!

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” This question alone had you crying again and your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” Ravn chuckled when you parted.

“Of course it is!”

#oneus #oneus x reader #oneus ravn x reader #oneus fanfic #oneus imagine #oneus ravn #oneus mafia!au #oneus scenarios #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop mafia!au #challenge: make the characters say marry me #admin J: no #admin J

[twisted-tales-of-all]

A Taste of Freedom

Mafia!Bodyguard!Chani x gender-ambiguous reader (ft. Mafia!ONEUS)

Summary: When your overprotective father assigns you a new bodyguard and sends you into hiding after a threat from his rivals, you and your bodyguard set up a cover story to survive. Will it last?

Anon Request

Word Count: 6.1K

Contains: mafia!AU, slight violence, threats, kidnapping, mention of explosives, violent nightmare, fake names/relationship, kissing, complicated(?) parent-child relationship, a lot of fluff for a mafia fic (imo), but still angsty moments

A/N: When I wrote this, I was thinking of the reader being demisexual, which I fully think Chanhee would understand and accept, but it's not explicitly stated anywhere. Take that as you will. Also anon I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy! I included Ravn as a minor character since it was originally a piece for him.

"You need to be more careful, Y/N!"

You slouch lower into the chair, bored and annoyed by yet another one of your father's lectures. Even roaming around the private, protected estate was too dangerous for a child of a mafia group leader, apparently. You roll your eyes and tune out the rest of his rant. As he walks out of the room, you return to reality, assuming he gave up. You make your way upstairs to your bedroom and throw yourself onto your bed. After internally complaining about life being boring and repetitive, you fall asleep.

Woken up by a knock on your door, you groan and throw a pillow at your father as he opens the door.

"Nice shot." He jokes, catching it and tossing it back on the bed, "Like I told you yesterday, I got you a new bodyguard. Sit up and greet him."

This worked so well last time he tried it. Can't he learn?

You don't dare utter your thoughts. Too tired to argue, you sit up to greet whichever poor soul your father assigned to guard you this time. As your father instructs him to walk in, you give him a once-over before turning to your dad, "Why him? What's his specialty? He's really different from the last one."

Rather than letting your father introduce him, the man bows and introduces himself, "My name is Chani. I've been assigned to keep you safe at all times. I specialize in sleuth and trickery tactics, and I will be using anything and everything I know to protect you."

Your father sneaks out of the room, closing the door behind him. As it shuts, you stand and instruct Chani to relax.

"I understand why my father placed me in your care, but he's a bit over-protective and cautious. I don't need a bodyguard, and you'll figure that out quite quickly."

You walk over to your closet and pull out clothes for the day as your new bodyguard stands there, staring straightforward without moving a muscle. To test his limits, your stand in his peripheral vision and undress. To your dismay, he still stares forward, completely unfazed. You huff while changing into your new outfit, upset that he seems tougher to break than the last boy.

"How old are you, Chani?"

"21."

"You're about my age. How'd you find yourself involved with my father?"

"I'm from a group of boys who were spared when this mafia team raided my apartment complex. They killed our families and told us to work for them or die with everyone else. I was 16 at the time."

"Oh, I'm sorry for that. Do you have any spite from that incident? I know I would."

"At first, I did. I swore I'd single-handedly take down this whole group. However, my friends and I were treated exceptionally well. This mafia quickly became family. I will give my life for the good of the group if need be."

You fake gag at the end of the story. To you, the mafia "family" reeked of your over-protective father and the boredom and seclusion that comes from being the boss' "treasured" only child. Being born into the mafia meant being unable to have a normal life, no outside friends, minimal phone privileges, and extremely restrictive boundaries on the grounds. You feel like you've wasted your years. Sure, the training was cool at first, but now it's repetitive and boring. Plus, your father will never allow his prodigy on an actual mission - you'd be at risk of danger.

"Excuse me for asking, but why do you dislike it so much? You have everything you could ever want here."

"Everything, huh? What if I want freedom? What if I want to know what a normal life is like? I want to go to school, have friends to hang with, and have social media like everyone else."

With your response, the stoic boy finally cracks a bit. Trying to stifle a laugh, he clears his throat and returns to the statue-like stance from before.

"For the love of everything, just relax. My father isn't around, and I'm safe in my room. If we're stuck with each other, we might as well both be comfortable."

You pull his arm to make him sit on the bed with you. Despite his initial hesitation, he adjusts himself into a more comfortable position.

He locks eyes with you and smirks, "Y'know, normal life has its faults, too. School means grades and tests and studying boring subjects. Plus, bullies aren't fun, the food isn't amazing, and you don't have as much freedom as you'd like to think. Social media brings social judgment with it. Make-up and editing and making sure to eat healthily and constantly exercise to keep up looks. Beauty standards are ridiculous because of social media."

Not knowing what to say in response, you sit there and stare at your lap. You didn't think there could be that much wrong with the lifestyle you wanted, so Chani shocked you with that side of it.

"There's good and bad to everything, Y/N."

"I guess you're right. What about this assignment? What's good and bad about being my bodyguard?"

With a chuckle, he responds, "Well, I'll have to find that out. If I had to guess, this job will probably be much more laidback than my usual assignments. As far as bad, this assignment means putting myself at more risk if anything actually happens. I'm just hoping nothing really happens."

"Usually, nothing does. You should be fine. Can we go walk around a bit? It's suffocating in here."

"As long as you don't go too far from the building. I don't want to drag you back inside."

"Ugh, fine. For today, I'll stay close."

The two of you head outside, staying in the garden that borders the building you live in. As the sun starts disappearing behind the mountains, you decide to head back inside. However, you both hear an explosion that sounds like it came from inside. As Chani stands guard, weapon drawn, you grab a nearby shovel in case you need to fight.

After a minute, a figure comes from the main building. Your father finds you both safe and explains that the color of the explosives, the sea-green smoke, means their rival mafia gang found their way into the estate and planted them. Panicked, he instructs Chani to take one of the nearby cars so that you both can go far away. When asked where to go, he rushes you both away, claiming that nobody can know where you end up or who you are.

The drive stretches on for hours, through a metropolis and past a small strip of desert. You've seen more of the world during this drive than in your entire life, so you enjoy the scenery despite the circumstance. At some point in the night, you stop and abandon the car in a grocery store parking lot. Chani escorts you to a nearby motel, buying a room for you to share that night.

He wakes you after only a few hours of rest, insisting that you must keep moving. Too exhausted to fight with him, you simply follow him down the street as the sun begins to rise. Chani buys a motorcycle to bring you the rest of the way, paying in full using a card your father gave him. Once the purchase is complete, you set off once again.

Arriving at a small coastal town, you spot a small home with a sign revealing that it was recently sold. Chani pulls into the driveway as a lady walks out of the house.

"Mr. Park, correct?"

"Yes, I'm Seojoon Park. This is Jiwon. You must be Ms. Kim."

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you both. I'm sure you'll enjoy your new home. It has two sets of keys already made, so here you go." Ms. Kim hands Chani the keys, and they continue talking about the financial and safety components of the location.

You tune it out and focus on the names Chani gave her. If you have to hide well enough that mafia groups can't find you, you need to remember the aliases you have. Repeating both of them in your head, you recognize that he gave you a unisex name. You begin debating whether to present as the opposite gender to solidify the disguise.

Ultimately, you decide against the idea. Remembering your aliases and creating a fake history for "Seojoon and Jiwon Park" will be enough work. Plus, thanks to your overprotective father, you worry that you won't be able to adjust to this new life.

After Chani finishes his discussion, Ms. Kim leaves. Chani walks into the house first, with you following close behind. You find furniture and appliances already nicely arranged throughout the house, but the interior appears bland without any decorations. As you explore the limited space, you find two bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom. There's one more door at the end of the hall, but it only leads to a storage closet. While not nearly as spacious as your castle of a home, you appreciate that you still have your own private space. Even better, you remember that your father doesn't have a clue where you and Chani ended up, so you feel safe from enemies and free from the restraints of your father.

You settle into the bigger bedroom out of habit, lying down on the bed and wondering how long you can stay here. After a while, Chani knocks on the open door frame. As you sit up, you notice a tray of food in his hands.

"It's not much for now, but you should eat. You've lost quite a bit of energy from everything, I'm sure. If you need anything, I'll be in the other bedroom, watching some TV. I'll leave the door open."

With that, he sets the tray on the small coffee table. You sit down to eat but find yourself lonely. Usually, someone eats with you, whether it's your father, other mafia members, or even staff at the estate you befriended. So, rather than trying to eat alone, you pick up the food and make your way to Chani's room. As he looks at you wordlessly, you sit at the table in his room.

"I don't like eating alone, so I'm eating here."

He chuckles and mumbles in understanding. You both sit quietly, watching the fantastical portrayal of the FBI on the TV. After a few episodes, you make a joke about how life would be if the FBI arrested mafia bosses as easily as the show claims. Chani furthers the joke by claiming that he would've much rather joined the FBI if that were the case. You agree entirely, thinking that agents can have more freedom due to the lack of negative stigma typically associated with mafia gangs.

After one final episode, Chani explains that you both need to catch up on sleep. He shuts the TV off and walks you back to your room.

"See you tomorrow, Y/N. We'll start figuring out our plans some more tomorrow, so be ready for a long day." He smiles as he shut the door and walks back across the hall.

As you hear his door shut, you release a long sigh of relief. Being out of the castle feels so freeing, and experiencing everything with someone as kind and understanding as Chani makes it even better. You climb into bed with the feeling that this is true happiness, falling asleep quickly and calmly.

Opening your eyes, flames and the sea-green smoke greet you. You panic, nearly falling out of bed as you make your way to the door. Seeing the flames originating from the closet at the end of the hall, you rush into Chani's room. Finding it empty, you run out of the house, hoping to find him outside. Instead, a couple men who you don't recognize greet you at gunpoint. In a state of panic, you fall to your knees with your hands behind your head. These strangers, however, don't care about your defeated stance and fire their guns anyway.

You jolt up in your bed, looking around feverishly. After seeing the room in the same state you left it in the night before, you lay back down and admit that you must've had a nightmare. Despite this, the dream left a sour taste in your mouth. Suddenly, you stop trusting the door at the end of the hall. You force yourself out of bed to go examine it, but you only make it out of your room before Chani greets you.

"Morning, Y/N! Come eat breakfast. I'm nearly done."

With your stomach growling at the mention of breakfast, you bookmark your plan to check the closet and opt the eat now. You both sit down and eat together in the dining room. Faint music hums in the background while Chani begins discussing the plan, starting with the new names.

"Since I said we have the same family name, we only really have two options. We could present ourselves as siblings or as a couple."

"We don't look alike. I don't think we'd get away with the sibling route. Being fake newlyweds sounds fine. It fits in with moving to a new house, too."

"Good points. Now, let's talk specifics."

For just over half an hour, the two of you toss ideas back and forth. When you settle on the backstory, Chani decides to take a break and check out the town. Curious, you join him, knowing it'll be more comfortable exploring together. You visit the nearby grocery store, locate a 24-hour convenience store, and browse the town's quaint but comforting library. Thankfully, the library doesn't require ID to set up an account, so you fill out the paperwork and check out a couple of interesting-sounding books to keep you busy when you're at home.

Although Chani doesn't set up an account at the library, he buys some stationery supplies from the store to keep himself busy. Heading home, a stranger approaches with their dog. Introducing themselves and jokingly insisting they know everyone in town, they claim they automatically knew you were new. After that strange interaction, you continue home with a slight worry that you won't fit in here.

As Chani locks the front door, he vents, "Even though it's obvious we're new, that interaction felt weird. It seemed like they knew too much. Did you feel that, too, or am I just overthinking it?"

After validating his feelings, you ask, "There's no way we could've been followed, right? Wait." Suddenly, your dream resurfaces in your mind, so you grab a knife and rush to the closet door, "I've had a bad feeling about door since waking up."

You carefully reach for its handle and fling it open, knife at the ready. Greeted only by a couple small furniture pieces you both disliked, you drop your guard. Chani flashes a light from his phone into the dark room to help you examine the area. In one of the corners, the light reflects off something into his eyes. He walks in to check it out and finds a small USB stick.

After confirming with each other that neither brought a flash drive, Chani determines that he needs to see the contents and ensure your safety. He tells you to stays inside, with all the doors and windows locked, while he runs back to the library to open it on one of their computers.

Only 15 minutes pass before Chani's return. You hear the panicked fumbling of keys before the door opens to reveal your bodyguard, panting and obviously concerned.

"What was on it? Are we okay? Do we need to leave?"

Without a word, Chani pulls you in for a tight hug. It feels as though you won't see him again, but you refuse to let that happen.

"If we have to go, let's go. We got this. We'll find safety somewhere, don't-"

"We're safe, Y/N. That's not what was on it."

"Then why-?"

"We'll be fine. We can relax here. Trust me on this."

Hesitantly, you drop the subject. You trust Chani with your life, so you'll believe him if he says it's okay. After all, your father wouldn't leave you with someone he didn't fully trust, so there's no way Chani would lie if your well-being was threatened in any way.

After the rocky first couple of days, the first month passes smoothly. You even make some friends due to your time at the library. Your relationship with Chani progresses as you two keep up your aliases. You don't realize when exactly it happens, but by the end of the first month together, you recognize that your admiration of him has shifted into adoration. However, due to the nature of your relationship, you keep your feelings to yourself. You don't want your bodyguard feeling uncomfortable with you because you developed feelings for him.

Another few months pass. The group of friends you've made all claim that the playful relationship you share with your "husband" would be their goal for the future. These remarks confuse you, as the two of you barely even hold hands. You bring this up to Chani at dinner one night, which leaves him flustered and stumbling over his words.

"I just find it funny that we act so well that our friends want to mirror their relationships off of a fake marriage. Either way, we've officially been here for three months. Let's drink tonight!" You beam as you stand to collect a bottle of your favorite liquor and two glasses.

After a few drinks, you both relax more. You begin leaning on Chani momentarily as he becomes more touchy than usual. As you lay your head in his lap, he stares down at you and pets you.

"Y'know, it doesn't have to be fake."

Tipsy, the single sentence without context throws you for a loop. You send him a confused look, so he continues.

"Well, that's assuming you also have feelings for me. I know I definitely fell for you."

You sit up, as if the new position will help you process his words better, gushing, "Wait, you have?"

He laughs, "Wasn't it obvious?"

"Well, was it obvious that I fell for you?"

Even without words, the shock in his widened eyes answers the question for you.

"Can... Can I kiss you? I've wanted to for so long."

"Please. I've wanted it for a while, but I didn't think you felt the same way."

With that confirmation, Chani leans in eagerly, interlocking his lips with yours and cupping your face softly with both hands. After the initial taste, you both engage more, involving tongues and hands more. The kiss heats up into a full makeout session until Chani pulls away unexpectedly.

"Sorry, that was... wow. That was amazing, but I don't want to rush. There's alcohol in our systems. We shouldn't do anything more."

You nod in agreement, "You're right. Plus, we have all the time we need together. There's no need to rush this."

Deciding to sleep off the alcohol, you head to your respective rooms. When you lay down, the kiss is the only thing on your mind. You squirm a bit in an attempt to shake it off, but the thought remains until you drift asleep.

For the rest of the week, you fail to control the giddiness. You thank the gods for not having to explain to your friends since they're all busy lately. Today, you and Chani head to the library together to return some books you finished. When you return, Chani notices the front window open. He motions to be on alert, and you both carefully enter your home.

"Welcome home, Y/N." A black-haired stranger smirks at you from the couch. He then turns to Chani, "Calm down, puppy. I won't hurt your owner if you both listen to our demands."

Chani increases the space between you and the intruder as he moves entirely in front of you, making the stranger scoff.

"For ease, you can call me Ravn. I'm sure you know this by now, but my group set off those explosions at the estate earlier this year. You've given us some issues in finding where you ran off to; I'll commend your efforts in doing that.

"Now that we've found you, however, you have two options, Y/N. You come with us the easy way or the hard way."

"Over my dead body!" Chani butts in.

"That would, in fact, be the hard way, but we don't have to touch either of you if your master comes willingly. Believe me or not, I have no intention of harming either of you. My issue is with the boss. His sole heir is the best bartering chip I can get."

Your bodyguard doesn't budge, but you don't want to risk him getting injured when it can easily be avoided, so you step to the side and address Ravn, "Don't touch him. I don't know what you need from my father, but I'll go with you willingly. I don't want unnecessary fighting."

"You're very smart. Leedo, Xion, grab them. Blindfold them and bring them both to the car."

"Y/N! How can you just let them take you?! We put so much effort into keeping you safe!" Chani struggles in their grasp, entirely confused by your actions.

After some effort to get Chani blindfolded, the group loads you both into what feels like the back of a van. The drive is short and silent, and they lead you inside their estate and up an elevator before removing your blindfolds.

"I don't expect an answer, but I must ask," you face Ravn, "What am I being used to get? What is it you want from my father?"

You hear mumbles from the other members before Ravn clears his throats to speak, "Do you know of your father's mistress? That's my mother, who he kidnapped and forced himself on. When she found it safe, she sent me a letter, detailing the estate layout and begging me to save her."

"So, you want to trade me for her? That's it?"

"I'm not a fan of violence. We only set off the explosion after confirming no one was inside. I'd much rather you come with me willingly - I didn't even tie you guys up. If I can trade his heir for my mother instead of fighting his group, I would much rather do the trade."

At this, Chani finally relaxes a bit as he understands the nature of the situation better. While you admire him for adamantly staying on guard, you're glad to see him relax a bit. With the explanations out of the way, you all sit at a long table to discuss how to best ensure a safe trade between the two groups.

The discussion continues for hours as everyone involved bounces options off of one another. While your father taught you a few tactics that are useful to alert Ravn's group of, Chani knows more information since he's been on similar jobs to save kidnapped members. You mostly sit and listen to the others talk, only adding helpful details about your relationship with your father or about personality points that might play into the job differently than one would expect.

After nearly four hours of discussion, Hwanwoong suggests resting and returning tomorrow to discuss with clear minds once again. At Ravn's request, Hwanwoong leads you and Chani to an empty bedroom.

"Apologies, we only have this room available. I hope the bed will be big enough for you both to sleep properly. The bathroom is through that other door. I will have to lock you in for the night, so is there anything you'd like me to bring before I leave?"

After looking around the room quickly, you both decline his offer, so he leaves, locking the door behind him, as promised. For a few seconds, the silence of the room makes his footsteps sound louder than expected. Once those fade, you clear your throat to dissolve the silence. You ask whether Chani feels comfortable enough to share the bed. He insists that he's only comfortable with it if you also are, and you think about the situation for a bit.

"While I do want to be a couple, I think it's still too early to share a bed. When we feel comfortable, we'll make the transition to a shared bed, but I think it might hinder sleep to have you sleeping so close. And I feel like we'll need all the sleep we can get."

"That's understandable. You don't need to explain your reasoning. I respect your boundaries and really appreciate your honesty. I'll take the floor."

The anxious jitters disperse at his acceptance. You help him set up a comfortable place on the floor with most of the blankets. As he sits on his makeshift cot, you hand him half the pillows.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" You whisper, embarrassed by asking after forcing him to sleep on the floor.

"Sure! I'll close my eyes, so don't be embarrassed; kiss me wherever you'd like. It can become a nightly routine if you want." He closes his eyes and smiles gleefully in your direction.

You lean in to leave a soft kiss on his forehead. As you pull away, he opens his eyes and returns the kiss by pulling you back and planting a loving peck on your forehead. The sensation causes butterflies to flock to your stomach. You lay down as you feel your face heat up.

"Goodnight, love. Sleep well."

You fall asleep quickly, feeling safer than ever in the enemy's hideout with Chani in the same room. When you wake, you hear Chani snoring lightly, still fast asleep. You take a peek at his sleeping position and giggle at him, fully sprawled out like a starfish with his mouth slightly open and blankets barely covering him. You find yourself mentally thanking Ravn for causing this humbling situation. Whether as your bodyguard or acting as your husband, Chani acts professionally more often than not, so seeing him like this reassures you that he's truly just another human.

The sound of the door being unlocked cuts your admiration for your partner short. Hwanwoong greets you again, letting you know that breakfast has been prepared. He pushes the still-sleeping Chani with his foot to wake him, then the three of you head to a massive dining room, where Ravn and a few others have already begun eating. With minimal discussion, you all finish breakfast and move to the same room as yesterday.

After another couple of hours, everyone agrees on the plan. Ravn lays out positions and strategies to his members before addressing you and Chani. After instructing Chani to alert your father of the kidnapping in a believably-frightened manner, he turns to you.

"You have the hardest yet easiest job of everyone. While you only have to act as if you're scared, you do need to make it believable while allowing us to follow the plans we've set up."

You understand your mission and even instruct Ravn to be rough enough for your father to think the group might harm you if he fails to follow their orders. You suggest sending Chani with a lock of your hair to present your father to spark his anger. Knowing that they're bold enough to speak directly to your bodyguard while holding you captive will tear at his ego and pull at his fears.

After taking your idea into consideration, the only thing to figure out is when to put these plans into action. Once they bring up the topic, you remember your father's birthday coming up next week. Since it might be too obvious to act on his birthday, you suggest putting on the act either the day before or after his birthday, as he's bound to think of his kid near his birthday. Since the two of you have been apart for so long, he'll probably wish he could spend the day together with you.

Each point you add to the plans will pull hard at your father's emotions, so Leedo questions your relationship, "Are you sure you have a good relationship with your dad? It seems like you want to cause him as much emotional pain as possible."

"It's not that, but I can understand the confusion. No, I just know my father. His heightened pride and ego mean we need to approach from specific angles or he'll just act as if he doesn't know me. He loves me, but he loves his position more, so he'd rather keep the position. Plus, losing me means losing his single point of weakness."

Although the idea feels casual to you, their responses make you question whether it's normal. As they all stare in an open-mouthed, wide-eyed silence, you awkwardly try to deflate the severity of the topic.

"We didn't have a lot of time together, so we aren't as close as we could be, but it's all fine. I have friends now - Chani, too. I've made good relationships with others, so I like this level of parental love."

After this, Ravn shakes his head in disbelief before dismissing everyone. The week passes with him reminding everyone of the situation daily before letting you all spend your time freely. With one day left, he pulls you aside to ask for the lock of hair. You hold out a bit from the back so he can cut it off. Then, he places a rubber band around the hair and places it in a small plastic bag for safekeeping before sending it with Chani.

Early on the morning of the event, Chani runs to your father's estate in a disheveled state while everyone else waits and hopes for the best. Most of the day passes without a word from Chani, but he returns as the sun begins to set, bearing the acceptance of the trade conditions, a black eye, and a limp. In case he was followed or wired, you can't risk asking about the injuries despite your boiling rage from seeing him in that state. At this point, the crew already tied your arms and ankles tightly to ensure legitimacy, so the act has fully started. Knowing your father beat Chani before sending him back makes your blood boil more than you expected. If it weren't to get Ravn's mother back, you would've dropped the act and walked away already.

Both sides meet at the designated location at 8PM. Immediately, you see your father, holding a lady's wrist. Since he's keeping her so close to him, she keeps uncomfortably rubbing against him. She's visually uncomfortable, but your father seems unfazed by it. As soon as he sees Ravn drag you in, the rough scowl turns into a worried glance. You watch as he assesses you for injuries from afar, and his worry slowly lifts into relief.

"I have your mother. Give me Y/N back!"

"You heard the terms, so you know exactly what to do. Don't try anything funny. I have members waiting for a cue to fire if anything goes astray."

Your father begrudgingly follows the terms, showing Ravn's mother where to stand before walking back to his original position. His impatience shows as he fidgets until Ravn guides you and Chani to the center. As Ravn returns to safety with his mom, Chani leads you the rest of the way to your father. Instantly, your father pulls you behind him, breaking Chani's grasp on your arm. You send your boyfriend an apologetic smile, to which he nods in return to show his understanding of the situation.

After Ravn and his team leave, your father stands down to untie your restraints. As he's doing so, he apologizes for leaving you in the hands of an "unacceptable" bodyguard. Before he can continue bashing Chani, you quickly pull away and deny his words.

"Chani kept his guard up at ALL times. I chose to go with ONEUS to help them, because everyone deserves to have their freedom of choice but you stole that lady. It was fully staged, and I'm beginning to resent sending Chani to you with the message. You should NOT have hit him, even if the kidnapping was real. He stayed by my side and continuously cares for me as a person, not just an asset like you clearly do."

You leave him speechless by your declaration. Even Chani looks worried that you've gone overboard. However, you stand your ground.

"I've learned a lot from living a more normal life. A big thing is that I prefer that life better than being trapped in your estate. I'm staying with Chani where we ended up. Don't look for us. I don't want any part of your life. The mafia isn't for me."

With that, you take hold of Chani's hand and walk back to Ravn's nearby residence. Before entering the building, Chani stops you.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? You may never see your father again."

"Are you okay with staying with me? Would you rather continue working for him?"

"No, I like the life we made for ourselves after leaving. I'm just making sure you'll be okay. We'll soon need jobs. The money your father left me will only last so much longer. It won't be all fun and games all the time."

"I know, and I'm fine with that. It'll still be more enjoyable than feeling as if I'm locked in a tower like a helpless child."

Before you continue, the door swings open. Keonhee smiles at you both. He jokes, "This talk is sweet and all, but I'm not waiting all night for you to knock. Come inside already, lovebirds."

After a quick round of grateful remarks from Ravn and his mother, they insist you both sleep over one more night since it's already so late. Leedo explains that he can drive you back home in the morning, so you accept their gracious offer and head into the locked room with Chani for one last night. As he moves towards the pile from the previous nights, you step in front of him.

"You're hurt. Take the bed tonight. It'll be more comfortable for you, and I don't mind taking the floor."

You stare at him, determined. He clearly takes the hint that you won't let him take the floor, so he doesn't try fighting you. However, he looks at you apologetically as he sighs and makes his way to the bed. As he makes himself comfortable, you stand next to him. You lean in and place a soft kiss upon his forehead as thanks for recovering properly. Then, you make your way to the cot on the floor.

You both sleep peacefully, waking up refreshed in the early barely-sunlit hours. As promised, Leedo drives you home after a quick breakfast.

You wave to him as he leaves, without any idea of when or if you'll see that group again. While you secretly hope to meet again, you know you'll need to focus on the new life you need to fortify. You need to think about finding a job and working on your relationship with Chani before thinking about meeting them under better conditions.

As you both head inside, you hug Chani tightly the moment he closes the door. You don't have the words to describe how happy you feel to have a life with someone you have such strong feelings for. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, tightening the hug even more. He lightly kisses your neck before burying his head in your shoulder for comfort.

"Thank you. I know it's been my job to keep you safe, but you caring so much for me makes me feel protected, too." He whispers, still leaning into you.

Your smile grows as you hear his words. Even if it's hard, you know that you'll get through anything that comes at you so long as you stick together. You're excited for your new life to officially begin.

As you finally pull away from one another, you joke, "So, what were the pros and cons of being my bodyguard again? The cover story we used turning into closer to the truth is clearly a positive, but what's the negative?"

"You can get scary. I have to make sure I don't get you angry. I don't want you yelling at me like you did to your dad."

You both laugh off the joke as you prepare for a chill day at home - the first official day as a couple in this house, and the start of what you can only hope for being a long-winded love story.

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop boy scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop writing #kpop fanfiction #sf9 #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 chani #kang chanhee #kang chani #mafia kpop #sf9 mafia #mafia sf9 #mafia!sf9 #mafia!chani #witchinghour

[agippang12]

Hope this turned out the way you wanted!

mafia! Hwanwoong x fem reader (but isnt really stated)

part 2

mafia stuff, he's soft yandere ngl, obsessed, possessive, and kinda crazy Hwanwoong. there's a forced kiss in this! (established relationship) lmk if you want more stuff like this/another part of this!

You came home to your boyfriend of 2 months, Hwanwoong, disturbed. At work, you were approached by a man in the investigative services, a man looking for evidence against "Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS".

Hwanwoong? The man who stands on a table to avoid spiders? The leader of the largest crime group in South Korea?

You stood in the hallway, breathing slowly. You needed to prepare yourself. For what you'll say and for how he'll respond.

The sound of light footsteps grew closer and you could practically hear his excitement.

"Babe!" He rounded the corner, "how was work?"

He attempted to hold your hand but you moved away from him.

"It was fine." Hwanwoong could tell something was wrong, your eyebrows scrunched together, and your eyes looking at the ground. "We need to talk."

So there you were, sitting crosslegged, and staring Hwanwoong into submission. He was sitting across from you, nervously playing with his hands.

"So," you raised an eyebrow, "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh-" He looked around the room trying to find a clue. Is it because he ate her slice of cake? "If this is about the strawberry and cream cake slice I ate I promise I didn't mean to!"

"You ate my what-"

"Nevermind!" he quickly interjected. "Could you just tell me?"

You inhaled. You already knew what the answer would be but you needed the truth to come from him.

"Yeo Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS, right?"

Hwanwoong's blood went cold. He was going to tell you when you trusted him more, he was. But how did you find out?

"B-baby I can explain!" He chuckled nervously. "If you could just tell me who told you, I promise I'll explain everything."

You sighed. "I'm sorry Hwanwoong, but I can't date... a person like you."

As you started to stand up, you missed Hwanwoong's fists tightening. His breathing was staggered and his brows furrowed.

"Someone like me?" He laughed in disbelief, a dark sound. Hwanwoong sounded dangerous. For the first time since you met him, he sounded dangerous.

He stood up, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was held on his face. The man reached over to his phone and typed a short sentence. "Honey, I've been genuine with you this whole time. But if you can't see that, I think I'm going to have to change how we do things here."

"That's what I'm saying, Hwanwoong." You said, hands out in a 'calm down' motion. "We need to break up because we aren't doing well together."

This time, the smile wasn't even there when you looked up at him. He dropped his phone on the couch and took hold of your hand instead. Hwanwoong pushed you against the wall, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head. He leaned in, trying to kiss you. Trying to make you feel the sparks he always does. Trying to show you his desperation.

But you moved your head away. He scoffed. He grabbed your face and planted a hard kiss on your lips. The longer it went on the more he calmed down. His kissing went from a harsh, angry one to a desperate attempt at showing you his emotions. You could feel his erratic breaths and what sounded like sobbing. You opened your eyes.

Hwanwoong... Was crying?

He let go of you and slumped onto your shoulder, his body shaking.

"Please," he cried, "don't leave me."

"Hwanwoong, I have to."

"You cant! I love you and I need you!" He brought his eyes back up to meet yours. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to make you mine."

Shivers went down your spine. Yep, he's crazy.

You laughed nervously, "I understand, Hwanwoong. Let me put my shoes by the door, hm?"

You seemed to persuade him enough to fully let you go, though his eyes still followed your figure. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed the front door handle and pulled hard. But all you were met with were large men in maroon suits and earpieces blocking the way. Hands wrapped around your waist.

"I texted them earlier," Hwanwoong whispered bitterly into your ear. "In case you were scared and needed... protection."

"Yeo Hwanwoong, this has gone too far, and you know it!" You struggled against his hold.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I do love you. And I can't live without you."

#kpop #mafia oneus #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafiaromance #oneus fanfic #oneus hwanwoong #oneus imagines

[thru-the-grapevine]

Admin Ellie’s Masterlist

(m) = suggestive/sexual content; minors DNI

ATEEZ

Seonghwa — 9:17 AM

Hongjoong — 6:32 AM

San — Under the Stars - 1.6k, summer camp AU

Wooyoung — 1:51 PM

Jongho — 10:24 PM

The Boyz

Sunwoo (ft. Chanhee) — Tangled-Up Knots - 2.4k, college au

NCT

Johnny — 6:05 PM

Yuta — 11:21 PM

Mark — 2:43 PM / 6:57 PM

Oneus

Seoho — 11:46 AM / 7:34 PM / 9:13 PM

Geonhak — Irish Breakfast - 4.6k, mafia AU

Hwanwoong — We Might Be Stupid - 1.8k, idiots to lovers

Dongju — 5:14 PM

Former:

Youngjo — 2:33 AM

Pentagon

Hongseok — 4:52 PM

Seventeen

Joshua — Lucky Shot - ~1k, single parent AU

Junhui — 8:41 PM

Soonyoung — 8:06 AM

Jihoon — Half-Baked - 1.2k, bakery AU / 11:04 AM

Mingyu — Holiday Rush - 2.4k, Coffee Shop AU / 4:41 PM

Minghao — 3:27 PM

Vernon — Like Breathing - 1.8k, Valentine’s Day oneshot

Chan — 7:21 PM

SHINee

Jinki — Cones & Kisses - 1.1k, first date AU

Stray Kids

Christopher — 8:25 PM / 3:12 AM

Jisung — 10:11 PM

Jeongin — Splash - 1.7k, mermaid AU

Other

Cho Seungyoun/Woodz — Movie Night - 1.1k, idiots to lovers / Something New (m) - 3.3k, pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot); mirror sex ask (m)

Han Seungwoo — The Dock of the Bay (m) - 3k, skinny-dipping pwp

#ateez fic #nct fic #oneus fic #Pentagon fic #Seventeen fic #shinee fic #Stray Kids fic #admin ellie #ellie writes #Ellie’s masterlist #under construction

[whyisaravnlikeawritingdesk]

Mistake (Part 1)

Chapter One

Genre: idk it’s mafia AU that’s all I know...drama??? suspense???

Words: yes

Summary: You’re an innocent civilian soon to learn just who exactly you’re engaged to. And it’s not at all what you imagined, or could hope for. When a member of one of Seoul’s up-and-coming mafia gangs mistakes you for someone else, you’re bound to discover some dirty little secrets. You will put up a fight, cost what it may.

---

It was ten at night. You worked part-time at a coffee shop and were just clocking out. This was normally no problem for you, as your apartment was only a ten-minute walking distance away. You enjoyed the walk. Lately, you’ve been under more stress than usual, trying to sort out wedding plans. It has been six months since you accepted your fiance’s proposal, and you couldn’t have been happier. Except...he’s been very withdrawn ever since. Very secretive, it would even seem.

You never tried to force an explanation out of him. You knew it would be useless. You also knew his temper like no one else. So you minded your business and patiently waited for him to talk whenever he felt like it. But he never has. “Maybe I’m just paranoid?” you think to yourself. “Maybe he has nothing to hide. Maybe I’m overthinking things. Come on, Y/N, he loves you. He has never hurt you. You should trust him,” you tell yourself.

As you leave, you pass a stranger standing on the corner of the coffee shop you work at. You didn’t get a good look at him, but he seemed handsome. He also seemed to be very nervous, almost like he was waiting for something...or someone. And...what was he hiding under his coat? You turn around the corner since your apartment was the next street over. The alley was dark, but not very long. Normally, you wouldn’t be worried about walking down here. Until you heard footsteps. You stop for a moment and lean against the brick wall, pretending you have something in your shoe. You take your shoe off and shake out the imaginary pebble before putting it back on. The footsteps persisted and even got louder until they finally came to a stop. You didn’t dare turn around. Instead, you pulled out your phone. “Maybe Y/B/F/N can get me out of this,” you think to yourself as you start to text her. As you’re on your phone, you take two steps forward. You hear two more steps behind you, this time accompanied by deep, almost panicked breathing. The next thing you know, a gun barrel is being held against the back of your head, albeit in a clumsy and shaky sort of way. Still, you don’t make any sudden movements. You drop your phone and hold your hands up, without saying a single word. “Where do you think you’re going?” said the voice from behind. It was a very rough and deep voice, though shaky. He almost sounded scared himself. “I don’t under-” “Just give me the money you stole and I will let you go!” he says, voice trembling again. He removes the gun from your head, dropping it by accident. As he’s fumbling for it, you turn around and see it’s the same stranger you saw just a couple of minutes ago around the corner. “What money?” you demand. “I have no money!” He squints his eyes. There is only one street light in this alley, but from what he can see, he was sorely mistaken about who you are. “You...you can’t be...you’re not...” “Not what?” “Oh, this is bad. Very bad,” he panics, clearing his throat. “You’re the wrong one. No. No no no no no. They’re gonna kill me.” “Who?! And who are you? Should I know you?” you cry. “It’s best you don’t, and yet here we are. There’s no turning back now. I’m Geonhak. And you are?”

”Y/N,” you answer. “Well, Y/N, I would have told you to just run, but I suppose it’s too late now. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come with me.” And with that, he grabs you by the wrist. Not without you protesting, of course. But the more you observed him, the more you realized he seemed to be almost as scared as you. Part two coming soon!

#oneus #oneus ravn #oneus hwanwoong #oneus fluff #oneus angst #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenes #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #oneus xion #oneus seoho #oneus keonhee #oneus leedo #mafia #mafia au #oneus fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction