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Surrounded (Mafia Crossover AU)(Part 9)

~Megan~

Masterlist

Day6/N.Flying/The Rose/Like any other kband honestly x Reader

Warnings: Violence, self-harm

Word Count: 1.8k

Part 1

It wasn't the best sleep you've had, but it worked for you. Because early the next morning, Hun knocked on your door muttering something about Jaehyun.

You mustered up enough strength to rise off the bed that had almost swallowed you whole through the night. You grunted as you landed on the hard floor with your bare feet.

Dragging yourself across the room, you felt like you were trudging through a lake of molasses. Finally, your fingers gripped the door handle and pulled, revealing a disheveled and dead-looking Hun. He wasn't in his doctor’s uniform; he instead wore a loose navy blue sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.

You had to admit, the less-professional look fit him very well. You were suddenly self-conscious of your own appearance, with Hun simply staring at you, unimpressed.

“Hello?” you offered, trying your best to speak with a normal voice. However, you had just woken up, so your voice was very quiet and syrupy. You cleared your throat in embarrassment.

He seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts and he nodded quickly, replying, “Yes, hello. It's morning.”

“It is,” you agreed. “No good morning?”

He let out a chuckle as he started to make his way inside, pushing past you. He sat on the bed again. You followed slowly, your legs still asleep.

“It sure doesn't feel like a good morning,” he said at last, rubbing his eyes stubbornly. “I was woken up at six so I could wake you.”

You sighed, feeling bad for him. Even though he had agreed to be your friend, you recalled how he didn't trust you still. You pursed your lips, trying to find the right words so you wouldn't say something untrustworthy.

“Are you saying this friend here is unworthy of your sacrifice?” You attempted to sound funny and relatable, but he only scoffed.

“You sound like Jaehyun.”

“I take it he was the one who woke you up?”

“Yeah,” Hun affirmed, laughing slightly as if he was crying.

Silently, you started to move toward the bathroom door. Hun noticed and waved you off.

“Yes, go change. We're going to visit the training room soon.”

You stopped and turned back to look at him. “Who trains this early in the morning?”

“Assassins. Trainers. Guards. Sungjin.”

“Why, though?”

He sighed, shrugging. “Just go. Don't waste time.”

You frowned to yourself as you closed the door behind you. He seemed to be acting somewhat colder than the night before, but you hoped it was merely from the morning hours.

You found another stack of clothes awaiting you, with a pale pink note sitting atop them. You picked it up thinking it would be from Eun-mi and Eun-chae, but you were left confused when you read it through once.

You're going to be meeting a few more of my friends today, so I wanted you to look nice. I don't trust the maids around you, but they'll come and fill your dresser and bathroom with more personalized things than what's already there.

I think you'll like one of my friends. She’s been excited to meet you since she first heard about you. I’d trust her with my life, if that means anything to you.

~ PSJ

PSJ? Park… Sungjin? DAY6’s mafia boss wrote you a note? You wondered why he would've felt the need to do this. Sure, he seemed to explain himself in the note, but why did he even write a note?

You set aside the note hesitantly and picked up the stack of dark clothes. You wanted to nod at the style choice, but knew you would look weird doing so.

As you unfolded the bundle, you found that the original dark theme you had seen was now interrupted nicely with a pastel shirt, making the outfit formal-casual.

The style was on-point and you were excited to see what you would look like, so you quickly changed into the soft fabrics. Looking in the mirror, you looked amazing as always. You smiled confidently and adjusted your hair quickly before heading back out to where Hun sat.

He was still sitting on your bed, patiently and quietly. His eyes were lowered to stare at his fidgeting fingers, so he didn't notice you at first. When you cleared your throat, he looked up at you, startled.

“Are you ready?” he asked, smiling a little.

“I think so. Let's go!”

“Yeah.”

You allowed yourself to almost stand directly beside him when he got off your bed. As the two of you walked down the hall, the sounds of gunshots were heard from inside one of the rooms. Curious, you read the plaque above the door: SHOOTING RANGE. Each shot you heard scared you half to death, but you tried to keep cool.

Hun seemed to realize you were on-edge and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, comforting you a little. When the sounds had died off, he let go. You reached the training room where you heard blades clanging against each other.

Upon entering the room, you studied it. There was Jaehyun, sitting on a padded bench in one corner of the room. Two other men wielded swords and were practicing against one another. Jaehyun kept a watchful eye on the match, occasionally writing something down on the clipboard in his lap.

As you and Hun got closer to the game, you paid closer attention to the fencers. They were clad fully in white uniforms and expensive-looking masks. Their swords were definitely real, and extremely fancy at that; jewels and elaborate handles added to the beauty of the blades.

Hun led you to a seat next to Jaehyun, but he preferred to stand farther away from his best friend. Sitting down, you wondered why… swords? You would've assumed guns and daggers would be it, along with physical training, but this Mafia was very thorough.

The fighters themselves were close in appearance when wearing matching clothing, along with the masks hiding their most prominent features. However, you found that one, taller than the other, had blonde hair and the other had fluffy brown hair. After a while of studying the fight in silence, you started to cheer for the taller man in your head.

The swordsmen seemed to have finally finished their match, with a firm wack from the broad side of a sword onto the shorter man’s back, knocking him to the ground. You did your best not to cheer for the blonde.

Jaehyun smiled in a proud kind of way. Standing to congratulate and then dismiss them, they took off their masks and accepted the clipboard handed to them. You were surprised to see that the blonde was Jae and the brunette was Wonpil. But they didn't notice you as they left, so you didn't bother to greet them.

Hun took in a breath that lifted the awkward silence. “Why are you training them instead of Young K today?”

His tone was so cold you were sure Jaehyun had frozen. You noticed how Jaehyun sighed and didn't turn around to face his friend. The tension was really suffocating.

At last, Jaehyun faced Hun with a half-smile. “Young K had some personal business with Sungjin today, so you won't be seeing either of them.”

You nodded and Hun did the same—but, somehow, colder.

Jaehyun shifted his gaze onto you, and his face glowed a little happier. He seemed excited to sit next to you and breathed deeply, as if ready to start rambling on about something. But he stopped and looked at you strangely.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he came closer to you and sniffed you. You flinched, jumping away.

“What even??” you questioned, trying to laugh it off.

“Y/N, you smell… strange.”

You didn't feel at all better. “I don't know if I should take offense or not.”

Hun then smelled you, too, cocking his head. You were pretty weirded out.

“Okay, why? What do I smell like?”

The idiots were deep in thought, and then Hun snapped his fingers.

“Roses. You smell like roses.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened as big as quarters. Jaehyun slapped a hand over his own mouth, gasping dramatically.

“R-roses, o-oh gosh.”

“What does that mean, am I in trouble or something? Why?”

Hun pressed his lips together solemnly. “As your friend, I advise you to let me and Jaehyun help you. We'll have to be quick.”

They gripped your wrist suddenly and you were so taken aback that you didn't even register the fact that you were running through the halls and entering another room.

You were forced into a seat in front of a mirror. You blinked your eyes in shock.

The boys were breathing hard, but hurrying to find something in the drawers next to you. They made loud sounds with all of the things they moved around, but they still couldn't seem to find what they were looking for.

You moved your eyes away from them and looked at your own shocked expression the glass reflected at you.

Finally, Hun picked up a glass bottle and sprayed it on a card. Smelling it, he shook his head and they continued their search.

“Um,” you started, hoping to figure out what they were doing, “what exactly is it you're looking for?”

Jaehyun paused and looked at you with a fierce gaze, saying, “A strong and long-lasting perfume that will still smell good on you.”

Then he turned back to search, spray, and sniff. Hun held up a gold-tinted liquid and jumped excitedly. “I found it! I've got it.”

You watched him through the mirror while he came toward you, Jaehyun right behind him.

“It's a vanilla bean scent, strong but sweet,” Hun explained. “It's one of my least favorites, because it's a little bland, but it'll work for this.”

You nodded, and he held the paper under your nose. Smelling it, you smiled. The scent was definitely a good one.

He seemed glad that you liked it, and began to spray a generous amount on your hair and wrists. Luckily, it wasn't too overpowering, so it wasn't horrible.

Jaehyun sighed, relieved. “If anyone else other than these friends,”—he pointed to himself and Hun—“had smelled that, you might've been dead! You should be grateful we trus—care so much.”

“I am grateful, very. I've been out here for a day or so and you make me feel better about knowing almost nothing.”

Silence attempted to take over, but Hun butted in: “We should probably start asking questions, right?”

Jaehyun shrugged. “You'll have to follow me to my private training with Minhyuk right now. I'll talk then.”

Hun nodded. “Let's roll.”

They seemed much less cold to each other now, so that was good, you thought. It didn't feel uncomfortable when you walked to the training hall again. The gunshots had stopped for now, as well, so a kind of calmness settled.

The three of you went into the room to see Minhyuk already waiting there. He waved brightly.

Part 10

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