#skz mafia

[hanjisick]

Orders.

genre. mafia au. bodyguard!lee know x fem!reader

desc. your father is an elite, high ranking official in a mafia family. after your first kidnapping, a bodyguard was hired to ensure your safety.

warnings. nsfw. fingering & sex. torture. kidnapping. murder. violence.

wc. 10k

✉️ : this is my first writing after a 9 month hiatus. i apologize for the unannounced break and i will be answering and writing again shortly. enjoy! :)

You sit in a wooden chair, wheezing and thrashing from days of sleep deprivation and torment. Your body aches, wrists bruised and bloody from the ropes, and you almost feel like giving in and spilling Daddy’s secrets— allowing them to kill you and the family.

But you knew better than that. You knew that you'd be saved.

The gunshots and cries for help weren't unexpected from above the dark bunker.

With an ear-piercing creak, the door swings open and the shadow of a man emerges through the doorstep, shoes squeaking with fresh blood underneath.

He doesn’t let out a single word as he kneels to grab your face and examine it. Your attention follows the ring on his finger. An insignia that he is part of the family. You can depend on him.

But still, you wince, sharply inhaling as his fingers aggravate your wounds.

“Don’t get their blood in my wounds, I don’t know what kind of freaks they are,” You grumble, voice husky from days of screaming.

You let him turn your head, retaining eye contact with the floor as you grit your teeth.

“Relax,” he mumbles, “I don’t bite.”

He leans closer to examine your wounds. “You took a lot of hits. How many people are here?”

He draws back as you reply, “Can’t tell you exactly.”

“About four of them grabbed me while I was leaving the house— stupid on their part, no wonder you were here so shortly,” You trail off before catching yourself back on topic.

“But I’ve only seen three different men since I’ve been here. Only to beat me and interrogate me. Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything to put Daddy at risk.”

“I heard two other unrecognizable voices. That would make nine people in the building that I know of. Of course, there could always be more. How many did you shoot?”

“Six,” he responds before looking down at your scrapes and wounds again.

You feel him caress your cheek once more, his cold skin sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re in bad shape.”

“If there’s more here, we need to get out as soon as possible. We can worry about my wounds as soon as these people aren’t on our ass.”

You struggle in your bounds, the ropes burning your already bloody wrists, “Could you untie me, first?”

“Don’t move.”

You obey his command, halting as he unties the ropes, uncovering the painful burn marks and blisters.

“That fucking hurt,” you rotate your wrists, “I could’ve gotten out without your help eventually, though.” Your voice is rough, breath coming out in harsh, sharp drags.

“Sure, you would’ve.”

You stumble to your feet as he pulls you into him for safety. He reeks of gunpowder and high-dollar cologne— presumably something that Daddy has made sure that he has the money for.

“Stay close to me, when we get to the front, you go out first and then I’ll leave right after.”

You follow the unfamiliar man out of the maze, almost slipping on the floor blanketed in blood.

You adjust to the bright sunlight— and it feels gentle against your damaged skin. It seems like time has stood still while you were captured. “Did Daddy order you a car?”

“Yes,” he answers, “Some men are waiting out front to take us to the closest hospital— which isn’t too far.”

“I’m being hospitalized?” You follow him into the backseat, finally slacking for a moment ontop of the fresh leather.

“It’s not my choice to have you taken to the hospital, it’s the orders.”

“Do I have a statement to tell the nurse?” You look at him in concern.

“Am I supposed to say, ‘Oh, I was kidnapped by Daddy’s enemies! By the way, he’s in the mafia! Who wants to arrest Daddy?’”

“Tell them you fell down the stairs.” His flat tone contrasts your own, remaining unfazed.

“How would that cover up my wrists' burn marks?” You hold up the bloody and bruised dents, “Nobody gets these from falling down the stairs. There's way too much blood— and some of it isn’t even mine.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking over to the burn marks on your wrist and then back to you.

“Then tell them you accidentally burnt yourself while cooking.”

“Are you even listening to me? Are you stupid?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, not seeming to care about the situation.

“It’s not hard to pay them to be silent.”

“How about I tell them that I was heavily bullied at school and a couple of classmates did this to me? I think that could work.”

You two arrive at the front entrance of the emergency room, he follows behind you, strolling through the automatic door.

“I’m fine, really, I was just beaten by classmates,” You lie through your teeth to the front desk, “My boyfriend took me here to get it checked out.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You comply with the nurses as they check your weight and interview you.

“I don’t have any stab wounds, at least I don’t think so— I don’t remember what they did to me. I was held captive for a few,” Your voice trails off as you wince at a sudden pang.

You glance down at your bleeding side and are unexpectedly whacked with all of the distress that you had been repressing at once.

Your vision starts to fade, face pale as a ghost.

The man rushes over as they carry you to a bed, and he kneels beside you to review your condition. Your body is pale and cold, breathing jagged and rapid.

You hear the whispers of the staff panicking. One nurse checks your pulse, and another elevates your legs.

“I need my blood sugar up,” the first words that come out of your mouth sound weak and painful.

You look over at the man beside you.

You need to lie. But you don’t even know his name.

“Boyfriend,” you determine, “please get me a sugary drink from the vending machine.”

A subtle smirk forms upon his lips, but it vanishes as soon as it appears.

“Fine,” he rises to his feet.

You hiss as the nurses sterilize your wounds, shrieking and thrashing on the mattress at the sting. You try to stay still, but the pain is intolerable.

Footsteps echo and you find the man returning with a chocolate bar, which he holds out to you. He brings it close to your lips and holds the chocolate against your mouth for you to take a bite, “Slowly.”

“I told you to get me a drink,” You disregard his command, biting the chocolate quickly, almost aggressively.

His lips turn up, amused by your action.

The nurses finish stitching up your deep gashes and bandaging your wounds, recommending that you stay the night.

“Pay for the bill with Daddy’s cash and let’s get out of here,” you state coldly, “I need to shower and get all of this blood out of my hair. I don’t want to stay here.”

“As long as you can walk by yourself, we can leave right away.” He replies. The man takes out a wad of bills quickly counts the money and pays for the bill.

You stay speechless until entering the car.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your bodyguard. Your father hired me to look out for you after the kidnapping.”

You nod in acknowledgment. “Will you be staying at the estate with me? Or is it a ‘only when I leave the house’ kind of deal?”

“My primary duty is to protect you from anyone or anything that could harm you, whether that be outside or inside the house. I could go wherever you wish me to follow you, and I will be there.”

“You won’t sleep in bed with me though, right?”

He stays silent for a moment.

“You are correct, I am here to protect, nothing more. I will not sleep next to you. I am merely your bodyguard and take your orders.”

“Good boy,” you grin, “I bet Daddy will pay you very nicely. Why else would you take this job? How much does he give you? Either way, I’m sure you have enough to buy a mansion.”

The bodyguard holds back an eye roll. “I will have more than enough money. Not only that but he also provides me with a home.” He adds with a smirk.

“Good.” You reply.

You fall silent, allowing him to drive, taking in the past few days.

You were never worried about surviving, You understood that Daddy would handle it. But you didn’t expect to be as hurt as you were.

He could’ve saved you sooner.

“When we get home, order the chef to make me something sweet, I deserve a treat,” you state, “I’m going to shower and you are not allowed to enter my bathroom under any circumstance. Even if I’m dying.”

“You would die before letting me enter your bathroom? I get it.” He retorts.

Once you both arrive at the estate, you stumble out of the car. You don’t linger for him.

You’re welcomed by a handful of workers as you enter the home, but ignore them as you make a beeline up the stairs and towards the bedroom.

The door locks behind you and the room is silent. You feel the weariness creep on as your wounds sting. You lean against the door, sliding down.

After a moment of peace, you head towards the shower to comb the dried blood out of your hair.

You scrub your face carefully, avoiding the stitches above your eyebrows.

You wash your body entirely, removing the blood stains with soap, water, and a wash rag. Then you comb out the dried blood.

Once you finish, you dry yourself off and dress in a plain, silk nightdress.

Leaving your bedroom, you turn to look for your guard. He is at the doorway of your room when you walk out. His eyes roam around your body for a brief moment, examining the nightgown.

“Do you require assistance?”

“Did you place an order for something sweet, like I asked?” You peer at his suit, moving in to adjust his tie.

He follows your hand as it moves, eyeing you for a few moments before he utters, “I did, the chef will be bringing it to your room once it’s prepared.”

“Good boy.”

You look up at his face once you are pleased with the positioning. You grimace at his sharp, cold face. The blood was dried, brown, and unpleasing. The man’s hand relaxes on the gun holstered on his hip.

“I order you to come into my bedroom.”

His eyebrows crease. He understands his role as your bodyguard— nonetheless, he doesn’t get a kick out of being ordered around in this tone.

He takes a deep breath. “Your wish is my command.”

The room is massive, a silk-covered canopy bed sits in the center of it. He pays no mind to looking around, concentrating on the job at hand.

“Sit down on my bed,” you demand, steering towards the bathroom and pushing open the double doors.

He obeys your orders without question, crossing his legs, and keeping his hand resting beside his gun.

The bodyguard keeps a close, attentive eye on the doors, supervising the way that you soak a washrag with warm water, squeezing out the excess.

You sit beside him, grabbing his chin and leaning into his face. He tenses.

“Relax, I don’t bite,” you smirk, reiterating his first words from the moment he met you back to him, massaging the dried blood off of his face, “No guard of mine will have a messy appearance.”

You can tell that he feels uneasy, but he can’t reject you. If you wish for him to relax, he will make an effort to relax.

You can’t help but notice his complexion when he isn’t scowling. The apathy melts away as you wipe the dried blood, giving you a new perspective on his appearance.

“You’re handsome,” you state bluntly, “Especially without blood covering your face.”

You toss the rag into the laundry basket carelessly, waiting for a maid to take care of it.

“Thank you.”

“What is your name? You never told me.”

His eyebrows arch slightly at the question.“It’s Minho.”

“I am Y/N,” You reply, holding out your hand to shake his own. His grip is firm and warm.

He keeps a stoic face as he glances at your face and back at your hand, as if he is searching for an ulterior motive behind this handshake.

The food.

The bell rings and the sound of it shatters the stillness of the room. Minho’s head jolts towards the door, hand back on his gun.

He rises instantly, opening it to reveal the maid with a tray of sweet snacks.

He takes it from her. “I will bring it in.”

“What a good boy, Minho,” you praise, clapping your hands together as he sets the tray on your lap.

“I don’t take you for a man who enjoys sweet food much. Do you like sweets?”

“Sometimes.”

You unwrap a piece of high-dollar chocolate, “I command you to open your mouth.”

Minho can’t deny you, it would be disobeying your orders.

He opens his mouth as the chocolate is positioned between his lips.

You relish in the chocolates with Minho and once finished, you set the tray on the floor for a maid to pick up at sunrise.

“I don’t think I mind you being around all that much, Daddy makes good decisions.” You lay down on the mattress.

“Your father does make good decisions.”

His gaze wavered on your face until you drifted off to sleep. Only then did they slowly trail down to your body.

The way your body was built captivated him. Minho was glued to your sleeping form.

He stayed in the room, taking a seat on a chair in the corner to watch you.

He didn’t know how long it had been since you had dozed off, but by the way that the room was now pitch black and noiseless aside from your figure rising and falling, he would imagine that it had been a couple of hours.

“How long are you going to sit there?” Your sleep-filled voice questions him, causing him to snap out of his daze, hand reaching for his gun out of instinct.

“Do you sleep? Are you allowed to sleep?”

“I will only remain in the room as long as you order me to. I do sleep,” He replies, “Now is there anything else you need my assistance with? Or can I return to my duties?”

“So you’re only staying in the room because I ordered you two hours ago?” There’s a tinge of dismay in your voice, but it was masked by sleep, “You can leave if you want, I don’t mind.”

Minho felt a sudden pit in his stomach. You sounded disappointed by his statement.

Your words are perplexing him, and he can’t conclude what you want from him. To stay or to go?

“Should I stay for a bit longer?”

You were already asleep again once he had responded.

You and Minho both wake to a maid opening the blinds and ringing a bell. You groan, stretching your body.

“Miss, let’s get you dressed for today.”

She pulls your nightgown up above your head as Minho’s eyes wander toward your laced underwear.

“What’s on my schedule for today?”

He quickly forces his gaze to look away and stares back at the maid.

“We want you to heal from your injuries, miss,” she answers, “we will start with a nutritious breakfast to encourage recovery, and attend to your injuries, and then you will speak with Daddy about your incident.”

The maid buttons your fitted dress, glancing in Minho’s direction, “Your bodyguard will need to be there for your conversation with Daddy.”

“He will?”

“He needs to tell Daddy what he witnessed from the facility.”

You nod, following her lead down the stairs and towards the breakfast table.

Minho follows suit, remaining at your side the entire time and he watches you eat, staying observant and cautious.

“Are you hungry?”

This question catches Minho off guard.

“No.” He adds in a dull tone— but in actuality, he is starving. He was entrusted to watch over you. He shouldn’t eat on the clock.

“Maid, go order,” You look Minho up and down, “A side of crepes. Blueberry crepes. And two cups of coffee.”

The maid hurries to the kitchen to place the order, and it is brought out a couple of minutes later.

He stares at the crepes being placed on the table, and his belly grumbles. “Thank you.”

The maid carries the mugs of coffee to the table. But it doesn’t take Minho long to catch sight of her cunning smile and the perplexing liquid that the maid slipped into the mugs of coffee.

He stares quietly, calculating his next action.

“Don’t drink it.”

“Why not?”

Minho’s sight narrows as you bring the cup of coffee to your lips.

This time, his tone is warning and direct. “It’s better that you don’t.”

You halt your sip at his harsh command.

The maid pulls out a handgun swiftly after realizing that she has been caught, aiming it at you.

A switch swiftly flips inside of him.

He lunges forward, grabbing the woman’s wrist and twisting the gun to the right, snapping a couple of fingers in the process.

It’s a rapid movement, and he had little time to think before shooting her in the head, watching the life leave her body. His face is apathetic and almost casual.

The maid’s blood spilled onto the floor as the others ran to clean it up.

“He passed the test, we can keep him. A promising guard so far,” Daddy compliments from behind you, “Urgently acting to protect. He knew that she was mindless and weak. He comprehends crises well.”

The older man slips a wad of cash into the breast pocket of Minho’s suit. “Good on protecting her. That was a setup with a stupid maid who was just aching to betray us. You will have the same fate if you are wavered by another team.”

“I think he’s a good boy. He won’t betray me.”

“Y/N, meet me at my office. Guard, follow her.” He swiftly turns away to lead the two of you as you eye Minho.

“You can relax now. No more tests.”

He nods in understanding, heeding silently towards the office.

“Tell me about what you saw at the facility.”

You nod. “Four men had taken me from our garden entrance and used Chloroform to knock me unconscious. I woke up in their van, where my hands and legs were tied. I heard them talking about what they planned to get out of me. They had intentions of murdering me if they got to a week of no answers.”

Minho listens to your explanation with hawk-like eyes, paying close attention to all the details and descriptions.

You clear your throat, running your fingers across your bruised wrist, “I was tied to a chair in their questioning room, and they used forms of torture for me to open up.”

“I was deprived of sleep and beaten if they caught me closing my eyes— trying to get my lack of sleep to cause me to open up about your activities.”

Daddy nodded solemnly, leaning into his chair.

“Waterboarding was their favorite method, but they enjoyed beating me. I assume that was mainly for fun.”

You continued, “Minho appeared and killed a couple of them and saved me, but most are still alive.”

“Still alive? You didn’t find and kill them, bodyguard, why?” Daddy’s intense eyes moved toward Minho, who appeared unbothered.

The fact that he missed a few guys is enough to drive him crazy.

“I had to get her to safety as soon as possible.”

Daddy merely nods. “I will send my men after them. Y/N, did you get any names?”

“They wouldn’t tell me anything about themselves, but I saw a couple of signs of their rival gang.”

“Guard,” he veered towards Minho, “Describe the faces that you saw. I need as much information as possible.”

“They look to be between the ages of 20 to 30, their faces covered in scars. One man had dark skin, and his facial scars were faded. His most notable feature was a slit across his brow. He wore a dark suit. I left him alive but with a bullet in his arm. The other man had a lighter skin tone and his scars were similar to knife wounds. He had gotten away.”

The boss nods.

“Good. I can work with that. Never let my little girl get into trouble like that again, alright?”

The second the words ‘my little girl’ leave his mouth, Minho can’t help but gaze at you. He observes your reactions and motions.

His heart beats by hearing his boss call you that, and his attention is now focused on every single twitch that you make.

“The nurses will be waiting in her bedroom shortly. Be good and do as they say.” He adds, snapping Minho back to him.

“Guard, do not let her go against any of the nurses' rules. She can be convincing. Do not give into it.”

“Yes Sir.”

You roll your eyes, turning away to leave the room.

“Stay safe.” That is the last utterance of the boss before you drag Minho out of the room and towards the bedroom.

“Sit on the bed,” a nurse commands you, and you quickly obey.

She dabs at your abdomen stitches with antiseptic soap and your eyebrows furrow.

“You can’t move around much, got it? No exercising for three weeks until we get these stitches out.”

You agree as she moves on to your wrists, rubbing cream into them, “You’re going to visit us twice a day for six days until the healing is almost complete.”

She yanks a bandage off of your face, causing you to groan in pain. She rubs another ointment on it before substituting it with fresh dressing.

Minho supervises each step that the nurse takes, noticing how she takes care of your body as if it’s her most precious gift.

She turns to Minho, “I need you to make sure that she’s well rested, drinking enough water, and not doing many straining activities. Take her back here once again in the evening, and then we will see her again this time tomorrow morning, got it?”

“Yes, I will take care of her.”

“What about him, nurse?” You eye the small cuts across his face and hands.

She smiles and leans over to you. “He is well trained. Trust me, he’ll survive a few scratches.”

Your eyes narrow. “I order you to treat his wounds to the best of your abilities.”

She sighs. “Yes ma’am.”

She moves towards Minho and checks his wounds, patching the ones that were newly caused. She brushes his face softly with an ointment.

“I don’t like it when my guards don’t keep up a good appearance,” you try to explain away your worry for him, “and being injured will only slow you down when protecting me.”

The man stares straight ahead, listening carefully. “I’m fine. I’ll recover just fine. I don’t need much care as you do.”

“Let her rest now,” the nurse tells Minho, “order the maids to bring her a glass of water and have her sip on it until lunchtime.”

Once she leaves, Minho turns towards you, “I’ll make sure the maids bring you water. You need to stay hydrated”

Once water is on your table, your gaze returns to Minho

“Now, I order you to sit down on my bed with me.”

He examines you with a neutral expression and waits for you to say what you mean, not wishing to assume or take anything wrongly.

“Sit down with me,” you demand again, patting the spot beside you, waiting for him to follow suit.

As soon as you ask him to, Minho does not waver. He sits down beside you, body brushing your own.

You turn to meet his cold expression with intensity. “Do you like your job so far?

Minho is taken off guard by your switch of topic. He stays where he is sitting, but turns his body as well and faces you.

“I enjoy my duties.”

“Good. Because I’m fond of you. You’re handsome, and you are good at your job.”

He stares at you with slight surprise. “Thank you.”

Your hands grab for his, playing with the ring on his finger.

Then, you reach your hands higher, tugging his sleeve up to reveal a cluster of scars littered across his forearm.

“How long have you been in the business?”

“Since I was fourteen. I was trained from a very young age.”

“Have you always been in Daddy’s family?”

“I was loyal to your Daddy from the moment I knew what this life was like. I haven’t had a moment of doubt.”

“Good. That means you won’t leave us, right?”

“I will serve your family until my last breath. You have nothing to fear about that.”

“What a good boy,” you reach to ruffle his hair, landing a swift kiss on his sliced cheek. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.”

Minho stiffens.

“I order you to take off your jacket. I want to see your body. To see if you’re strong enough to be a good guard.”

Your words are sharp as a knife and they cut deep through his defense system. His jaw clamps and his breathing accelerates.

Minho swallows his breath, nodding his head. His movements are rigid, starting to cautiously peel off his jacket. It takes him a moment to unbutton it, but once his jacket is off, he stays there, waiting.

You slide his jacket to the floor, touching the muscles of his bicep through his button-down. “You’re fit. That’s good.”

Minho yearns for you to keep feeling him. To keep praising him. He swallows. Your words sound like a honey trap to him, and it’s working as intended.

“I order you to take off your tie.”

“Yes.”

That is all that he says, slowly slipping his tie from underneath his collar and tossing it aside.

Unexpectedly, you’re climbing on top of his body. “Take off your button-down.”

He unbuttons his shirt as your eyes sear into his chest. He is now only wearing a black undershirt.

“So many clothes,” you sigh out, groping his bare arms. You run your hands across his biceps, listening to him shudder underneath the touch.

“Take off your undershirt now. I want to see your chest.”

You can feel the heat radiating off him as he shivers. His body is now sensitive, and your hands are making it worse for him.

Your orders are evident, and he hastily lifts off his undershirt, waiting for what is next.

You can see his whole chest with all of its blemishes, with every muscle covered in sweat, exposed for you.

Your hands travel down his chest and abdomen, feeling each ragged scar with your bruised fingers. The delicate contact causes his breath to catch and a soft groan leaves him, fighting to not show that he relishes in your touch.

“Let me kiss you.”

He stares at you for a moment before his eyebrows slightly shift— his way of showing you that he approves of that request.

Minho leans in slightly and closes his eyes, gently placing a timid kiss on your lips.

You smirk against him, pushing him to lie against the bed frame and deepening the kiss. Your hands reach for his dark hair, clasping a handful in your grip.

He kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around you to pull you in closer, offering full control to you. His breath speeds up.

You pull away after a moment, lips brushing against his as you catch your breath, but only for an instant before moving towards his jaw, sucking marks onto his skin.

Minho quivers at your touch, his breathing speeding up once more as you leave red and purple blemishes on his skin. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning.

Your mouth moves from his jaw to his neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all across him, making sure that he is covered in them.

Your hips grind against him, breathing heavily with anticipation as you make your way to his chest.

Your hands and mouth are touching all of him, and each sensation triggers a reaction that he tries to conceal.

Your lips hover back to his lips, staring at him longingly. “Do I have to command you for you to do anything to me? You don’t have to ask. You have my permission. Do whatever you want.”

You can see his gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth, to your neck, and then towards your chest.

You swiftly lift yourself off of him to let him remove your dress, leaving your body as bare as his own.

You grasp onto his neck, bringing him in for another deep kiss. Minho remains silent as he kisses you, allowing you to leave him as many marks as you desire.

“What are you thinking, Minho? Speak to me.”

He takes a moment, letting out an unstable breath. “I’m thinking of what you are doing to me. I,” he stammers, “I want to make you feel good.”

“Then do it. Please.”

“I don’t want to harm you,” he breathes out, “you’re injured.”

“The nurses said to not do,” Minho presses his eyes shut as you bring your hips up to meet his, “fuck, anything straining.”

“Remember what Daddy said? I can be convincing.” You sneer as your bodyguard fails to keep his cool composure, but the aching cock pressing into you is giving his true desires away.

You eye his internal struggle between following your orders and his cravings, or the nurse and his boss.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I can go relieve myself in the bathroom.”

“I like being hurt.”

You notice his lip twitch at the comment, and you decide to provoke him further, grinding into him, and set a steady rhythm with your hips.

He groans as his head drops back, tugging onto your hair and trying desperately to control his breath, “Please, Y/N, I just want to take care of you.”

“You can take care of me in another way.”

“I need to follow orders.”

“Then I order you to fuck me.”

His eyes pinch shut as he tries to clear his head and reason with himself.

Perhaps if he were gentle, it would be alright.

But how long could he remain gentle when you were splayed out in front of him, willing to take anything that he gave to you?

He made his decision, gripping your shoulders gently and flipping you, pinning you to the bed, and surveying your face for any discomfort.

When he finds none, he impatiently unclasps his belt, throwing it to the floor along with his dress pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

You hold yourself up by your elbows, thighs pressed together and mouth watering at the man in front of you.

His hands were delicate, although they could easily snap you in half, as he unclasped your bra, leaving your top half bare.

Minho stopped to take in the view for a moment before grabbing at one of your breasts, his mouth attaching to the other.

Your whines were like music to him— something that he wanted to hear more of.

Your back arched in pleasure as he moved one hand down to your thigh, caressing it for a moment before slowly slipping his hand into your panties.

“Try to stay quiet, darling, I don’t want any staff checking on us,” He hushed you with his lips attaching to your own once again, feeling your wetness all over his calloused hands.

His thumb brushed against your clit and you whimpered into his mouth, clenching around nothing.

Minho then plunged two fingers deep inside of you and curled them. He was becoming lost in pleasing you, overlooking his own ache between his legs.

Your thighs shook beneath him, feeling him brush against your g-spot brutally. “Minho please, please just fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad.”

At your request, he slipped his fingers out, feeling your cries against his lips from the loss of friction.

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled away from your lips, replacing them with his now dripping fingers, lapping it up with his tongue.

Next, your ruined panties were yanked off of you, with his boxers soon to come after.

One hand gently relaxes on your hips, cautious to avoid aggravating your injuries as he uses the other to guide himself inside of you, a deep groan followed by your whines.

He gives you a moment to handle the stretch, but you hardly need it, already begging for him to move.

Minho cautiously thrusts, taking in a deep breath and furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. 
This is the ultimate test of patience for him. He needs to be as gentle as possible with you.

Ultimately, he sets a slow pace, hands locating themselves on either side of you, letting out uneven breaths as he tries to control himself from how good you feel around him.

“You really do care, don’t you?” Your hand reaches to cup his face, gazing into his eyes that are hazy with pleasure.

He keeps his response short, too concentrated on the waves of bliss through each thrust, “I do care.”

“Is it because you’re my bodyguard or something more?”

You study him, watching his adam’s apple move as he swallows deeply, inhaling sharply. He halts his thrusts for a brief instant.

“Both, maybe. I can’t tell.”

That was enough for you to continue, grabbing another handful of his hair and bringing him in for another hungry, deep kiss.

With each deep thrust, Minho’s mind got hazier and hazier, losing himself to pleasure bit by bit. You could feel it by the way his rhythm became rough and desperate, and his pace picked up.

One of his hands left your side, creeping towards your throbbing clit, causing you to let out sobs, all of which he ate up with his mouth against your own.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He coos, knowing that you’re too lost in bliss to respond.

He takes your whines as a ‘yes’, his thumb rubbing circles faster, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing your eyes closed and letting out a lengthy, drawn-out moan as his pace picked up even further.

“Just like that. You’re so good for me, so, so good, fuck,” he talked you through your orgasm between his thrusts, chasing his own high.

His brows crease, hips stuttering at how good it felt to have you gripping so tightly onto his cock. Finally, he let go, his load spilling inside of you and seeping out.

Both of you took an instant to catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

His hands slowly traced your curves in contentment, paying attention to the way your chest rose and fell.

Finally, he has a justification to gape at your body up close.

From your jawline to your hickey-covered chest, down to your bruised sides and stitches near your abdomen, and— Oh fuck.

Your wounds.

Minho slowly pulls away, feeling a sense of post-nut clarity and fright.

His hand slides away from your body, staring at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your own anxiety suddenly displayed on your face, “Do you regret it?”

“No! No,” He panics, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?“

Back in reality now, your wounds ache and your head pounds with exhaustion and overexertion.

His mind calculates the solutions to the situation— ways to explain to the nurses, to fix you, to help you feel better.

It was his shortcoming, after all. He let his urges get to him.

“Let’s run you a bath.” He pulls himself up, tugging on his boxers and heading towards the bathroom.

You hear the tap turn on, lying in bed trying to catch your breath. Your breath is harsh from both adrenaline and pain, but you can’t help but feel as though the latter is more of the cause.

You had slept with a small handful of men, primarily Daddy’s men, but none of them were quite like Minho.

He was tough but breakable. He was still kindhearted at his core— something that wasn’t all that common in the business.

You could tell from the way that he ran the bath, bare muscles glistening from sweat, running his hand through the water to make sure that it was the ideal temperature. How concerned he was about your protection, even through his pleasure.

Not many other men that you’ve met throughout your life have been the same way.

You’re quite fond of the man that you have just met.

You hear the water shut off and footsteps coming towards the room. He holds a faint smile as his steps come towards the bed. Your gaze slowly wanders to his physique.

“It’s ready for you.” He says in a slight whisper.

“I order you to pick me up and bring me to the bath.”

He nods at your order, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and back, his strong grip securing you.

You inhale the powerful stench of gunpowder stuck to his skin, finding comfort in your bodyguard’s presence.

“Will you wash my hair?”

Studying his expression, it’s hard to read, but you let him carry you and place you into the water.

‘I do care,’ you recall his words.

‘Is it because you’re my bodyguard or something more?’ ‘Both, maybe. I can’t tell.’

Perhaps you had feelings for the man, especially while he massaged shampoo into your scalp with tough hands, making sure to rub your temples.

“Have you ever been a bodyguard before?”

When Minho hears your question, he hums while he proceeds to wash you, working on scrubbing the areas where he touched you earlier. “No, you’re the first one I’ve been a bodyguard for.”

“I did things for your father before this. Not as a bodyguard, a more, I guess, dangerous role,” he dismisses the question.

“Is that so?” You fall to silence as he continues to wash you, taking his time and guaranteeing that he gets every part. He hesitates when he washes around your injuries— every stroke and movement of his hands is smooth and temperate.

“Let me relax for a minute alone,” you murmur, “You should put your clothes back on, the maids should be here any moment to take my order for lunch. They won’t find it suspicious that I’m bathing, but they will question why you’re with me.”

Minho nods and pulls away from your body.

He stands up and his feet splash on the wet floor. He takes a double take at your closed eyes.

The way your body floats in the bath is something that catches his attention. You look very pleasing in such a vulnerable position.

He leaves the room, cracking the door to make sure that you are safe.

Minho buttons up his wrinkled shirt, pulling the jacket over it and smoothing it out to ensure that nobody suspects anything.

Minho’s eyes turn to the maid who enters the room with the ring of a bell.

His demeanor is unfazed, a hand on the gun in his pocket once more. He holds eye contact, his stare intense.

He would make sure that there wasn’t another incident.

“Where is Miss Y/N?”

“She is bathing at the moment.”

She nods, walking towards the bathroom and knocking on the door.

You hum, allowing her to enter.

“What would you like for lunch, ma’am?”

“I don’t know, surprise me.”

A few seconds go by as you immerse yourself entirely in the water before rising back to the surface.

“Minho,” you call out, “What would you like?”

You hear the faint sigh that Minho gives as a response back to your question.

“I’ll just have a sandwich or something, whatever you have is fine.” He replies to both you and the maid as she exits the bathroom, fulfilling her duty of reporting your lunch choice.

The bedroom door shuts behind her.

“Minho!” You call out once again, “I order you to take me out of the bath.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Minho’s footsteps come near the bathroom once again. He grabs a towel as you stand, body bare and dripping with water.

His eyes have an intense focus as he reaches out his hand.

Minho pulls you up from the bath wraps the towel around you, making sure to cover all of you, and begins to dry off your hair.

“Minho,” you begin, “Daddy can’t know about what happened. He’d shoot you dead on the spot.”

Minho pauses for a moment, his eyes darting across the floor.

He is silent for a moment. “I won’t reveal anything to him.”

“Good boy,” you cling to the towel covering your body, “Go fetch a maid to dress me. While she does so, I want you to change out of that suit and shower before lunch.”

“Then I’ll go shower now. I’ll be back.”

You hum in agreement, stepping towards your bedroom as a maid rings the bell.

You drop your towel, letting her sift through your drawers to find decent clothing.

She eyes a hickey on your breast, along with the other injuries across your body from the kidnapping.

“Your injuries look agitated, Miss Y/N, are you sure that a bath was the best idea for you?”

“Don’t question me,” you grumble, “I took a bath because I wanted to.”

“Yes, miss.” She pulls the dress above your head smoothes it out, and clasps a necklace behind your neck.

“You’re all set for lunch.”

The moment that you come out of your room, you can feel his presence. He is leaning against the front door of the room with an unreadable expression.

He has another suit on, a fresh one. Minho’s previously muskier, dark scent has been replaced by a new, sweeter fragrance.

“First shower at the estate?” You question, “Our soaps are quite lovely and mild on the skin. You smell wonderful.”

Minho’s lips curl at the compliment, looking you up and down, “Seems that we both are putting our best foot forward.”

You look around to see if anyone is watching before leaning to ruffle his damp hair and leave a kiss on his cheek, taking the man by complete surprise. He makes an effort to regain his composure, but you can see that his cheeks are blushed from the touch.

As soon as you lean in to lock arms, you feel him lean over to you to whisper something.

“I would love to do that with you again.”

You froze in your spot, heat rushing to your thighs.

You must regain your composure, caught off guard by his blunt words, something unlike the ordinary nature of Minho.

He takes a seat across from you, watching every move that the maid makes to be sure that she doesn’t try anything— he has learned his lesson.

“Pressed Italian Picnic Sandwiches and tea,” The maid states, setting the plates on the table.

You scrunch my nose up. “What’s in it?”

“Artisanal prosciutto, aged provolone, and sun-dried tomatoes inside of a crusty ciabatta,” She doesn’t hesitate to list the ingredients, “and a fragrant blend of rare loose-leaf teas with fresh cream and sugar cubes.”

She sets the teapot and cups out, along with a carton of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes.

Minho’s hand rests on his gun, waiting for her to leave before taking a sip of tea.

You follow his action, dumping a couple of cubes into your tea and bringing it to your lips.

I finish my lunch with Minho.

“Let’s go back to my room now. I'm exhausted.”

Minho nods his head and you both finish up the meals quickly.

You both leave the dining area and stroll back to your bedroom.

As soon as you get back into the room, you feel Minho close the door behind you.

You don’t hesitate to climb into bed and lie down.

The guard looks over at you, observing the way that your chest rises and falls as you breathe. He notices every movement that your body is making.

“I command you to lay down with me.” You lean back against the bed, your body still and eyes focused on his unmoving body.

He slips off his shoes silently, slipping into the canopy bed.

You grin, curling at his side, pressing against his body.

His breathing is deep and steady as he struggles to get into a more comfortable position.

Your mind began racing with questions about the mysterious man that you were slowly falling for, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Minho,” you start slowly, “How did you become tangled with our family?”

Minho stays silent for a few moments and you feel his body shift a little against yours.

“I didn’t have a lot of money or family growing up,” he kept his answer short and simply, “the moment that this job came my way, I took it. The people connected to this business have always stayed on the down low, so this is an easy job to keep."

“Daddy seems to like you,” you grit your teeth.

Minho turns to you on the bed and sits up a little. He looks at you from top to bottom, reading the worry on your face with ease.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“He will kill you on the spot if he finds out. He’s done that to almost every man who has flirted or slept with me.”

You pause for a moment. “God forbid the one he hired as my bodyguard.”

“I am not so easily killed.” The words leave his mouth with a tinge of arrogance.

“I trust you.”

“Good.”

There is stillness between you both for a time, but he breaks it by grabbing your chin and leaning in to kiss you. You soothe into his touch, smiling against his lips briefly before he pulls away.

“I order you to stay here. Like this.”

It’s not difficult for you to drift off to sleep beside him, and as always, Minho pursues your request, keeping a close eye on you. You relax, your breathing slow, and he notes all of the occasional twitches and movements that you make in your sleep.

A couple of hours later, the door is knocked on by a maid.

“Dinner order?”

Minho jolts awake from the knock on the door, a hand swiftly placed on your shoulder to protect you from any threats before turning his head towards the noise.

His voice is full of sleep. “Repeat that?”

As she opens the door, there is a look of inquiry on her face, one that she won’t ask to ensure her job and health.

“Is she asleep?” She questions instead, glancing over at your peaceful figure.

He turns his head towards you to double-check, observing your napping body.

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll advise the chef to prepare her dinner later tonight.”

She gives a sharp nod to the guard and scurries out of the room, quietly shutting the door to not disturb the girl.

Minho’s eyes rest on the door for a moment, fully alert now with a hand resting on his gun.

Eventually, he turns over to you. He has his eyes on you for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, letting out a small sigh.

You stir at the warm touch, scrunching your face up and stretching your body.

“What time is it?” You ask groggily before burying your head into his neck.

“Dinner is in about half an hour. You hungry?”

“Not really,” you pull yourself up and rub your sleep-filled eyes.

He notices your body shiver as you pull yourself up. Minho lets out a short exhale.

“Did you sleep?”

“A bit.” He doesn’t look away or turn his head as he admires the way you stand and stretch your body, smoothing your dress of its wrinkles.

You walk towards your vanity mirror, plopping down in the chair to readjust your necklace to the center. A few marks on your collarbone catch your eye.

“The nurses will be in shortly.” You grit your teeth. “I hope they don’t notice.”

“They won’t notice.”

His figure can be seen from behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His lips are turned upwards as he watches you fix your appearance.

You pull out a couple of foundations and concealers, working on concealing the marks left from earlier.

“The maids wouldn’t, but the nurses will tell the difference between a hickey and a bruise. Especially since these are fresh.”

Even though you are busy with your makeup and covering up the bruises, Minho’s eyes are never off of you. It is a feeling that you will have to get used to— always having a watchful eye on you.

Once you were satisfied with the coverage, you rose from your seat quickly.

“Get up, we’re going to dinner.”

“So bossy.” He retorts. “What will you have?”

“I want to go out, let’s go somewhere fancy. Daddy will pay.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You want to go out when you have had a beating just two days ago?”

He asks it like he thinks it’s an absurd idea, almost condescendingly, yet his tone of voice is soft and full of concern for you, causing your stomach to flip inside out.

“I’m tired of staying inside already. This estate is suffocating,” you pull on your slip-on shoes.

“That’s how I got myself into this mess in the first place. I left the house and got kidnapped. That won’t happen with you here.”

“I guess you’re right. We’ll go somewhere nice.”

“Good. I’ll go tell Daddy.” You leave the door open for Minho to come after but don’t wait for him, yet you can tell that he follows behind silently, attending to the way your body moves in the dress as you make your way down the halls.

The door is slightly ajar, so when you knock, it pushes open with a creak, revealing your father inside.

Minho stands behind you like a shadow, his lips pressed into a straight line, gaze locked on your father, keeping his distance from the both of you.

“Come inside,” the older man invites both of them with a welcoming grin, “sit.”

You can sense that your father has something on his mind, which is never a good sign.

“I was going to call you to my office shortly, anyway.” Instantly you assume the worst.

You sit down, taking a seat in front of him. Minho is still standing in the back, his priority on you and your father.

The man looks over at Minho. Their eyes lock for a moment. “Guard, go lock the door. There is a conversation that needs to be had.”

Minho nods and he turns his head, locking the door behind him.

He turns his attention back to you, who is frozen in your seat, breath hitching.

The elite man fiddles with a pen at his desk, clicking it to drown out the tense silence.

The silence in the room seems so heavy that you wonder how neither you nor Minho is feeling sick. Judging by the thick atmosphere between the three of you, it is easy to tell that he isn’t pleased right now.

He fidgets with the pen and you wait for him to finally speak.

“Do you find my daughter to be precious, Guard?” He addresses Minho with a stern voice, finally setting the pen down at his wooden desk with a smack.

“Yes sir,” Minho replies flatly.

“Are you willing to protect her at all costs, even at your life?”

After moments of silence, he answers back confidently. “Yes sir. I am.”

A hand comes to rest at his side, toying loudly with a handgun, which he eventually pulls out of his pocket.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, yet Minho stays concentrated. There isn’t a single sign of fear on his face. He is unshaken, calm, and collected as if he had been foreseeing this exact scenario.

“Do you know why you were assigned to guard my daughter, Minho?”

“I know the reasons.”

“There was a leak to the rivals from a previous staff member that I had a precious daughter in my life,” He turns towards you, “the one that I had climbed to the top of my career to protect and assure her safety and security.”

He cleared his throat before darting back to Minho, “It took less than a day for her to be taken from my hands and placed in the hands of one of my greatest enemies.”

Minho pays attention to every word that he speaks and clears his throat, waiting for your father to continue.

“I care for my daughter more than anything in the world. Which is why I had appointed the most valuable, honest, and competent man in the family to ensure her protection.”

Minho nods.

“Please don’t kill him, Daddy.”

The boss meets you with cold eyes, disregarding your words to proceed with his lecture. “You are my most prized possession. I would hurt anyone or anything to make sure that not a single person touches you. The men who kidnapped you are all taken care of, wiped out by my command.”

He continues. “I know everything that goes on in your life. Every meal, every kiss, every injury, the staff must report every minor thing that occurs in your day. I have eyes on you at all times, and you’re more than aware of that.”

Your shoulders stiffen. He knew.

“Minho,” his stare is burning into the other man, “I’ll get to the point. Did you sleep with my daughter?”

He doesn’t blink. His body tenses up and his voice remains neutral.

“Yes.”

The boss turns the safety off of his firearm and you dig your head into your hands, unable to observe the scene that is about to unfold.

The gunshot is fired, but the man deliberately aims to the left of Minho, grazing his cheek with the bullet before standing up instantly from his seat. The guard doesn’t react with more than a blink as the blood pools at the cut.

“I trust you, Minho. You are a good man. If there is a single person who I would choose to give my daughter to, it would be you.”

Finally, Minho takes this as a sign to let his guard down for a moment as his shoulders drop, lip quivering slightly. It was evident that there was more emotion that the guard was holding back, especially when he took a moment to look away.

“You have my approval.”

Your eyes widen.

“Take care of my daughter. If you break her heart, I’ll feed your own heart to her for supper.”

“Understood.”

“Take her to dinner,” a wad of cash is pulled out from one of the drawers, “buy her flowers and anything else that she asks for.”

“Yes sir.” He responds, “I’ll make sure that she gets the treatment that she deserves.”

You run to embrace your father, to which he places an arm around you, rubbing your back before pulling away.

“Get yourself dressed more sufficiently, I will have a car ready for you soon.”

Minho follows you out of his office, letting out a breath that he had been holding in once the door was closed.

“Did you hear that?” Do you know what this means?” You beam at the man before grabbing at his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

He lets out a surprised noise, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing back.

When you break the kiss, he stares back at you with the first big smile that you’ve seen from him displayed on his face.

“Let’s get you ready.”

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pairing: Mob Boss!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader wc: 3.4k cw: reader is sick, chan is slightly toxic, reader gets grabbed, I can’t write hurt comfort 😻 an: pls pls pls once again i do not support any sort of criminal activities and anything in this fic is meant to be treated as a work of fiction !!! Inspired by nwjs get up !

You ran down the slope down the street, heels in hand as the train of your dress flew behind you.

The night air cut into your cheeks and arms, cold and wild as it whistled into your ears. It had slipped your mind to bring a coat, but your first priority was to get out. You were sick of the party and its suffocating air.

The whole evening was a blur of insincere conversations with the fakest smile you could muster, and the growing feeling of being trapped. He wouldn’t stop ignoring you, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when he snapped at you for talking to someone else in the middle of the dance floor, leading all the eyes in the room to you.

You had begged and begged Chan not to bring you in the first place, but he was relentless. You never did well in social events anyways.

However being on the streets alone might have been better than being forced to stand there for another minute.

Your head pounded as your footsteps echoed in your ears, a scraping noise that hurt your brain. The street was dimly lit by golden lights, and as you looked ahead you could see the glimmer lights of the valley. It was buzzing with energy, a stark contrast of the neighborhood you bumbled through.

It was quiet, and yet the sounds of the town still reached you.

The cold was not helping any bit, leaving you shaking as you huddled yourself closer. Your vision blurred slightly when you stopped, bones aching as you stared into the distance.

For a while you were sure you were being followed, but the clattering of something metal behind you confirmed everything. Slowly, you took off your heels, holding them before you took off.

You ran for a while, breath caught painfully in your throat as you tried to hack out the cold air. You came to a stop on a bridge, hands on your knees as you panted. There seemed to be no indication of them, and you finally relaxed, dropping the straps of your heels.

There were two resounding shots in your direction all the sudden, and you stumbled over your train, hitting your knee weirdly on the ground as you tried to run.

The aggressors finally caught up, pressing something to the back of your neck as they muttered to each other in voices you could barely recognize in your dazed state.

From your place on the ground, the lights seemed to blend together. Your body ached, and tears seemed to slip from your eyes as you faced the ground.

“Oh god she’s crying- Minho, what the fuck are we suppose to do?”

“I don’t know Changbin. I think we should let Chan take care of her-”

Minho was immediately cut off by the sound of a car rolling up. The doors opened up and they both went silent, the person holding the gun to the back of your head moving back as another pair of footsteps joined the scene.

“Why is she crying? I thought I told you to bring her back without a single scratch.”

“It’s not our fault she started running! She’s the one who should know better!”

“Watch your mouth Lee Minho. We may be friends but that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.”

You stiffened, hanging your head as he got closer, feeling his presence directly behind you. You didn’t say anything as he lifted you up, placing you in the car before slamming the door shut to talk to Minho and Changbin, who gave the car a slight look of concern before turning back to Chan.

Minutes seemed to turn into hours as he talked, your shaking slowly ceasing. The sudden change in temperature seemed to make the headache worse, and you gripped your head, curling into a ball. Your knee also didn’t help your case.

Finally he entered the car, stern silence spiraling as the driver started on Chan's command.

He finally broke the silence, tone cold and clipped as he watched you squirm into the corner of your seat.

“Do you know how much trouble you caused me back there?”

He was staring at you with an accusatory look when you looked away, staring at your hands to avoid his face.

"I... I didn't mean to cause any trouble," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tsked, expression unreadable as city lights passed by in a blur.

His voice was measured when he finally spoke, his words punctuated as you sped down the lane. "You didn't mean to cause trouble? Yet here we are."

You curled back into a ball, wincing when your knee jerked a little from the sudden movement. When you didn’t reply, he wrenched you forward slightly, causing you to let out a whimper.

“I hope you know the consequences you caused for me. I had to put three very important deals on hold because you just had to run away. Now, I expect you to be on your best behavior when we get home, and you better not interrupt me unless it's important.” He hissed, a dangerous look in his eyes.

He let go of your arm and leaned back, staring out the window. You rubbed it, throat heavy as you tried to say something back, eventually settling into the uncomfortable silence.

When you arrived home, he immediately left the car, handing his coat to an attendant left behind to handle you. You watched him disappear into the depths of the house, a sense of isolation settling in.

You felt so incredibly shitty, and it wasn’t just the cold, but the guilt and embarrassment racking up in your stomach.

"Come, let's get you inside and warmed up," the attendant said softly, guiding you gently towards the entrance of the huge mansion. The house seemed to settle into a quiet rhythm, the noise of the world outside a distant echo as you settled down for the night, heart heavy.

Whatever it was you had only seemed to worsen over the next few days though, the soreness of your throat and muscles only getting worse. It was constantly cold and your knee seemed to be acting up despite the care you tried to give it.

You managed to keep the symptoms under wraps, but you were so tired, barely catching a wink of sleep as you wandered aimlessly in the halls.

To add injury to the insult, Chan seemed to be ignoring you, avoiding you at all times of day and barely allowing you to catch a glimpse of him. As you tried to approach him, he’d always direct you to the nearest member, walking away with the others and leaving the both of you in an awkward situation.

It was the fourth day, and you were already tired of it. Again, it went as you predicted, with Chan leaving after a curt nod to poor Jeongin, who seemed tired of being sacrificed to the tension between the both of you.

You stood in front of him, wrapping the blanket tightly around you as Jeongin watched you awkwardly.

“I don’t bite,” you joked, voice raspy from the acheness of your throat.

“I know… I know I'm… just worried? Are you okay?” You blinked for a moment, processing the question before nodding vigorously as you could.

“Yep, mhm, totally! I’m going to be okay, now do you mind walking me to my room?” You said, looking at him expectantly.

Relaxing slightly, he signaled towards the hall, holding a reluctant hand out. "Of course, let's go."

Slowly, you both made your way through the mansion's corridors, your steps slow and deliberate. You think you had a cold but it was taking far too long to recover from whatever it was you caught.

You stopped in front of your door, and Jeongin let go, a passive look on his face as you opened the door with a whooping cough. The dizziness has returned, so you’d try your best not to make a spectacle out of it.

“T-thanks Innie, i’ll be fine," you managed to say, your voice rough and strained due to the coughing fit. You gave him a weak smile, sincere despite the physical discomfort.

Jeongin returned the smile, though it was faint. "Make sure to rest well and take care of yourself," he advised softly.

You tried to reply back, but suddenly the lightheadedness that was impending hit you, causing you to collapse. The sensation was disorienting, the black ebbing into the corner of your eyes. You could hear Jeongin yelling and shaking you, but you were too tired, closing your eyes in hope your rest would be at least a little nicer now.

——————

It was warm. Soft too.

You nuzzled your head into a pillow next to your face, groaning slightly. Everything felt heavy, and you barely felt like moving from the cocoon of warmth. You rested there for a couple heartbeats, curling into the blankets.

It was useless though, as the light of the room coaxed you out of your drowsiness. You pushed yourself up, closing your eyes as you felt your knee. There was a thick bandage over it that you hadn’t remembered putting on, and it wrapped tightly so the pressure would alleviate the pain.

“You’re awake.” Your eyes snapped open again, looking wildly around the room. “Over here,” You turned your head to the doorway, Chan leaning against it, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. He had a bag in his hand, if you didn’t know any better you’d have thought he had been casually walking by when he decided to visit.

Suddenly, the thing that was bugging you hit you like a flash, and you took a good look around the room. “This isn't my room,” You whispered raspily, looking back down at the black sheets, “what am i doing here?”

“Jeongin saw you collapse, when I came in they told me you were dehydrated and sick. I told them to bring you here so that I could monitor you instead of forcing you to stay confined to your room,” Chan stated, putting down the things he’d brought in with him.

You fell silent as his revelation, picking at your nails as he shuffled around the room.

"I brought you some stuff to help with the cold," he said, voice rough. "You should try to eat something, even if it's just a little." You could have imagined you had heard a hint of remorse, but even if it was there, it was gone in a blink.

He sat down next to you, reaching over the blankets to pull you forward. You looked at his arm, covered in tattoos and faint scars. You could almost trace them from memory, having gone over them multiple times.

He immediately noticed you doing so, palm up and fingers spread, almost as if offering to let you trace his arm once again. You didn’t take him up on it though, only staring at him with a blank look on your face. Quickly, he drew back his hand, coughing into it to cover the awkwardness of the situation.

After a while, he broke the silence, tone slightly annoyed as he eyeballed you.

“So. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” You muttered, confused as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Tell me that you were-” He paused, running his hands through his curls with a certain frustration that seemed to roll off him. “That you were sick. You could have avoided this if you had just told me-”

“Who was the one that avoided me?” You said, glaring at him as he turned to you, face slowly contorting from the look of shock to audacity. His eyebrows furrowed as if your words had taken him by surprise. "What do you mean I avoided you? If you had told me-"

You cut him off, anger rising as he pranced around the topic. "You know exactly what I mean, Christopher. You've been avoiding me for days now. When was the last time you even said a small hi to me? You were being childish.”

He winced, obviously unpleased by the usage of his whole name.

“Look, we all mess up baby, and I'm sorry you can’t stop clinging to a mistake i made once-” You groaned, head once again pounding as you stared at his unapologetic face.

“You just don’t get it do you?”

“Excuse me?” Chan shot back, anger flaring up as he shot up out of his chair, smacking his hands on the bed.

“Leave me alone Chan, I don't want to hear it from you now! You never listen to me! Ever!” You snapped, breaking into a wild bout of coughs you’d been holding back. He rose up from his seat, nostrils flaring as he stomped over to the door.

“Fine, i’ll fucking leave you alone, maybe that’ll teach you to be nicer,” he spat, slamming the door shut, leaving you alone with the silence in the room.

It wasn't exactly how you could have envisioned the conversation going.

Eventually, the fatigue caught up with you, and you let your eyes close as you rested against the pillows. The pain in your knee that you thought had faded came back, intensifying with each passing moment and you weren’t sure you’d get a wink of rest after all that.

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It was roughly around the middle of the night when you woke up, head pounding. Your eyes blurred with tears, soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

You shivered under the blankets, disoriented and uncomfortable as you looked around the darkened room. The only light source was the opened curtains, the moon casting a shadow on the floor.

The door to the room opened, a soft golden light flooding in for a moment until it closed, footsteps echoing in your head. The lights beside you turned on, causing you to flinch as the light hurt your head even more.

A warm hand placed itself on your forehead, eventually moving to caress your cheek. Your body shivered involuntarily as another chill passed through you, making you feel even more sensitive to his touch.

“Looks like you have a fever, just when I thought you were getting better baby.”

You tried to turn away, but were quickly grabbed back by Chan, who came into your field of vision as he tried to check you.

“Uh uh, baby, don’t do that to me. Get up, I’m not here to fight you, just wanna care for my sick baby. How’re you gonna get better if you don’t let me in?”

You relaxed, leaning into the warmth of Chan’s hand, eyes squeezed shut tightly as you tried to keep it close to you. His thumb continued to caress your cheek gently, his touch soothing in its own way.

“It hurts,” you whined, throat constricting slightly with how dry it was. You couldn’t remember the last time you drank any water. He lifted your head gently, supporting it with his hand as he brought a glass of water to your lips.

"Here, take small sips," he instructed softly, his gaze fixed on your face as you drank. He adjusted the angle of the glass to make it easier for you, ensuring nothing spilled. After a few sips, he lowered the glass, his fingers brushing against your lips as he pulled it away. "Attagirl, that's better, isn’t it?"

You nodded, leaning against him as he sat down next to you. The slight movement of your knee from its resting place had pain jolting through your leg, causing a slight squeak to come out of your mouth.

Chan's brows furrowed as he noticed your discomfort, reaching out. "Easy there," he said softly, his hand moving to place the pillow next to him under your knee, caressing it lightly. "Don't strain yourself."

You watched him as he moved around, blocking out the sound of plastic rustling by focusing on him.

“Where were you?”

“I was just getting something done on base baby, there's no need to worry. Came here as soon as i was done,” he said, turning around to you with something in hand.

It was a couple tablets, along with another glass of water.

You reeled away slightly as he came closer, hand outstretched to offer you the medication.

Chan seemed to sense your hesitation, his expression softening, "I promise you, these are just pain relievers to help you feel better. They'll make the pain more manageable." Still you drew back, turning your head to the side.

“No. They taste weird. I can’t swallow.”

“C’mon baby, please. Do it for me at least.” Chan cooed, scooting closer till he was in your ear. “I don’t want to,” you coughed, clutching your mouth to avoid allowing your sickness to spread any further.

“Fine,” Chan muttered, turning around, “At least have a cough drop.”

As you turned around to respond, his mouth was on yours, kissing you roughly. You felt his warmth against your lips, a soothing sensation that momentarily made you forget your discomfort. For a moment you melted into it, before you felt something getting shoved into your mouth.

You didn’t even have a chance to spit it out, as Chan placed a hand over your mouth, rubbing your throat lightly to get you to swallow it. The bitter aftertaste seem to rest on your tongue, causing you to actually gag a little as Chan forced you to lie down once more. The gentle touches continued to your head, running fingers through your damp hair, untangling it as best he could with one hand.

“I promise you’ll get better baby. I know it tastes bad but you gotta trust me here, you can sleep once the medicine has taken effect and you’ll feel better.”

You nodded weakly, not having the energy to argue further. His concern was evident, even if his methods were a bit forceful. You closed your eyes, shivering slightly at the cloth he put on your forehead. As you lay there, the room seemed to spin slightly, and you held onto the blankets tightly.

The medication began to take effect, dulling the pain and making you feel drowsy. The room felt cocooned in silence, the soft rustling of the curtains and the occasional murmur of voices from outside the door creating muffled noises.

"Rest now," he whispered, almost a soft man lullaby in the darkness. You let yourself succumb to sleep in his arms, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you under once again.

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The light disturbed your sleep once again, forcing you to lazily open your eyes, looking around on your side. Chan was asleep against the headboard of his bed, mouth open slightly as he snored.

You took the opportunity to trace his arm, running circles in his arms as curled into his warmth. Even in his sleep, Chan's awareness stirred, and his fingers curled around your hand, intercepting your exploration halfway up his arm.

“What are you doing baby?” His voice was a sleepy murmur, laced with a hint of amusement. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, his other hand moving to your forehead, now pleasantly cool to the touch.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly as you looked at him. "For taking care of me, even when I’ve caused you so much trouble."

In a moment he seemed to be wide awake, looking at you with such a fragile look you felt you might have cried a little.

“It was never your fault Y/n, I shouldn’t have let it get there,” he murmured, helping you sit up against him.

"I'm sorry," he continued, his gaze unwavering as he hunched down to your level, "for not being there when you needed me. I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you in the process."

Tears started to fall even as you were unaware, staring at him as he brought you closer.

“You cry a lot, you know.” And he kissed you.

Your tears mingled with the kiss, a mixture of joy and relief, even as you tried to push him away.

“What? Do you not like my kisses anymore?”

You shook your head as you buried it into the crook of his neck, squeezing him tighter. “Mhh. I don’t wanna get you sick.”

He chuckled, pulling the blanket over both of you as you clung to him.

"You think a little cold would keep me away?" When you didn’t respond, he shook you, getting a little jump from you in response.

“Sorry. I’m just hungry.” You muttered, groaning into his neck. “I’ll order some soup, that sound okay?” Chan offered, rubbing your sides with extra precaution.

“So long as it’s the one I like. That’ll serve as an apology enough.” You yawned, curling up against him once more.

“I missed you Chan.”

“Missed you too baby.”

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[snowyquokka]

ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴅ • ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

wc: 1.4k

mafia au jeongin x fem reader

cw: mature themes MDNI, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of possessiveness, angst, arguing, slight degradation, swearing, toxicity, implied ptsd

a.n- i’m actually really excited to write this series!! hope you guys like it too <3

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“You fucking did what?” Pissed. That’s the only word you can think of to describe your husband right now. He’s pissed because you went behind his back and met with the leader of another mafia to discuss some unfinished business that Jeongin had yet to fix.

“I was helping you! Without me, you and San would’ve never worked things out. You’re just too blinded by your ego to realize that.” As soon as your words register your hand flies to meet your mouth. Jeongin nods and bites the inside of his cheek as he analyzes your response. Usually when you argue there’s always a hint of something in your tone. Fear maybe? No, Jeongin thinks. Horror. You always seemed too shy to speak out but now there’s been a shift in your demeanor. A hint of resentment.

He really lets everything sink in and carefully calculates his next move. “Y/n, what have I told you about leaving here without permission, or even a guard? What if you got hurt?” you roll your eyes which throws Jeongin off a little. What has gotten into you? He’s trying not to become angry, but you are making it really fucking difficult. Deep breaths, Jeongin. You know the drill; she’ll rant and rave until she finally crawls right back into your arms. Every. Single. Time.

“Are you even paying attention?” Okay maybe it’s going to take a little more work this time.

“Yes, I’m listening, but you need to realize that you’re under my protection. And as a matter of fact, you follow my rules.” he states as calmly as possible.

You blink once. Twice. You can’t believe him. “You don’t fucking control me, Jeongin. I’m sick of hearing you commanding me like I’m some pet. It’s getting really fucking old.”

Jeongin clenches his jaw and flexes his fists. You know that if you were literally anyone else in the world, you’d be a mere blood splatter on the cream rug.

But you aren’t anyone else.

You’re Yang Y/n.

Jeongin’s wife.

The love of his life.

But right now- “You’re acting like a bitch, y/n.” he hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud until he saw the tears well up in your eyes. He could practically see your heart breaking in your chest, but honestly, he didn’t care. You needed to know your place.

“Fuck. You. I’m done.” you shake your head and remove your wedding ring before tossing it on the ground at Jeongin’s feet. You leave without listening to any of his protests. He seemed surprised that you acted out like that, and you even surprised yourself. You’d never been the type of person to engage in any sort of confrontation. You’d seen your parents do it enough to know that most of the time it doesn’t end well. Like right now.

Taking large deep breaths, you enter your car and just drive. The only sound that fills the car is your choked sobs as you turn his words over and over in your head.

You start to wonder where everything went wrong. Just two months ago you were happy. Right?

You start to recall the first time Jeongin had killed someone in front of you. The man had been eyeing you up all night while he was negotiating with your husband. One thing led to another and Jeongin shot the man point blank in the head with zero hesitation. That night you’d slept on the couch then woke up in the morning to Jeongin cooking for you and spewing out apologies and reassuring you that it wouldn’t happen again.

That turned out to be a lie. Not even a month later he shot a guard he had just hired because they were “staring at you like you were a piece of meat.” To you, that didn’t justify murdering a man in cold blood.

Jeongin, of course, waited until you were married to let the…darker side of him show. At first you thought nothing of it, blinded by love. Then gradually you started to become almost disgusted by the way he could hurt someone over something so little. It’s not like those men touched you or even talked to you.

You park in a random lot and pull out your phone.

innie <3 (15)

You immediately delete the voicemails he left and dialed your brother's number after coming to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be able to sleep in your car.

One ring.

Two.

Thr-

“Y/n?” Chan’s voice sounds groggy and hoarse as if he’d just woken up, it was around 2 in the morning. You tried your best to compose yourself. “Hey, Channie.” it comes out as a faint whisper. You hear rustling on the other end and a sigh. “What’s wrong?”

“I- Can I crash there for a bit?”

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As you pull up to Chan’s house you mentally prepare yourself for the ‘You know better’ talk. Chan practically raised you and knows you better than anyone - with the exception of Jeongin.

No, no. Stop thinking about him, y/n. Just put on a smile and take deep breaths.

You don’t bother knocking, instead you just walk in. “Chris?” you call out. You almost speak again as you search for him but immediately change your mind when you notice your wedding ring sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Your heart drops to your feet and you can’t help but feel a twinge of betrayal. You spot someone out of the corner of your eye but choose to ignore them and turn to walk out of the door but are stopped by a gentle hand on your wrist. You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it belongs to.

“Sunshine, please.” Sunshine. You haven’t heard you call him that in ages. Your heart melts a little but you dismiss the feeling and turn to face him when you notice your brother standing behind Jeongin.

“What happened to ‘your secrets safe with me’?” he flinches at your use of the words he promised over and over again starting from your early childhood.

“Just talk, Y/n.” Chan disappears into the hall, leaving you and Jeongin alone.

“Baby-“

“I can't take it anymore.” you whisper.

“Take what?”

“Feeling like I’m not good enough for you.” One crack in the dam you put up to stifle your emotions.

“Please don’t do that, love. I-I said things that I didn’t mean and I’m sorry I’m just-“ Jeongin takes a deep breath, “I’m afraid of losing you. I love you with all of my being, you are the most important thing to me. I can’t risk it.” Every feeling you’ve been pushing back floods you, overwhelming you. Unexpected tears stream onto your already reddened cheeks.

“If you really cared you wouldn’t have killed somebody right in front of me. Not once, but twice. Do you know how fucking difficult it is not to be fearful? You may be afraid of losing me, but I’m afraid of you. The man I married isn't there anymore. You changed, and it’s fucking terrifying.” you squeeze your eyes shut as two lifeless bodies flash through your mind.

Jeongin freezes. He fucked up; big time. He wraps his arms around your shoulders gently, silently asking for your approval.

You finally let go and sink into his arms.

You love him, that’s never been questioned. But you don’t love this life. Your body racks with sobs as Jeongin rubs soothing circles across your back. Your mind is so jumbled and fuzzy that you can’t focus on one topic. One second you’re thinking about you and Jeongin, the next you’re picturing Changbin ridding the white linoleum floor of a large pool of blood before it has a chance to stain.

If Jeongin wasn’t keeping you stable you’d most likely collapse on the floor.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he whispers.

But he knows.

He knows that he has a slim chance of winning you back. So for now, he’s going to savor your warmth and your sweet scent. He’s going to etch the feeling of his arms around you into every crevice of his heart and soul.

You’ve reached a dead end in your relationship and you aren’t sure if you want to turn around and find your way back to him.

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[jisunghannie]

Choose Wisely

Mafia Series

This series is all smut. Be aware that these posts will have dark themes and dirty desires. Please keep in mind that this is all for creative purposes and do not do these things in real life.

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MDNI!!

BANGCHAN - Under the Influence (💋)

Position: Leader

LEE KNOW - 💋

Position: (Channie's) Right-Hand

CHANGBIN - 💋

Position: Loan Shark

HYUNJIN - 💋

Position: Sadist Loan Shark

JISUNG - 💋

Position: Bait/Kidnapper

FELIX - 💋

Position: Drug Lord

SEUNGMIN - 💋

Position: Torturer

JEONGIN - 💋

Position: 'Shoot now, ask questions never' Loan Shark

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[sugarmelin]

Can you do pls yandere mafia Bang Chan kidnapped you or jealous?

Wakey wakey~

Paring: Skz/Bang Chan x Reader

Warning: yandere, mafia au, kidnapping, drugs and ect...

Minors do not interact

Dan Bi note: Hello there sweetcheek! I was not sure what kind you wanted. If you ordered again, tell me some details dear ! I might turn this into a series, not sure~ enjoy!!!

Your eyes shot open, head filled with headache making you groan. Everything was blurry, you blink a few times to get used to the light above you. Your back was against a wall while slowly forced your head up.

Looking around, you assumed that you were in a basement but still, everything was kinda blurry. A smell filled your nose, but you couldn't understand what it was.

The place looked like it had been cleaned, but it felt like you weren't the only person who was here before. Finally founding out what the smell was after gaining some sense... it was blood.

You look at yourself, a thick chain around your waistline, your hands cuffed on each side of your head above you, chains connected to it and goes near the ceiling. It looks like it continued but to the other side of the wall, maybe end to some heavy weights.

You finally asked yourself... Where were you?Yeah you were kidnapped but why?

You mind went to the moment before you were blackout, you were walking home after hanging out in the park with your friends at midnight like every Friday night. you made sure your friends made it to their houses safely and not hyping up some cockroaches that are fighting each other. you laughed at that memory.

There parents thanked you for bringing their children back to their home, all of them offering you a drive to your apartment because it was really late but you kindly denied them all, wanting some alone time with yourself.

That's why you were the last one going back home while thinking about adopting a kitty from a shelter because you were thinking about it for weeks now.

While walking, you felt like your being followed. You looked back and saw a person dressed up all black, You didn't pay any mind. You were also wearing black, but something didn't feel right.

After a few walks you stopped at your track, paying close attention to the sounds around you but you heard nothing. Meaning the person you saw also stopped walking.

'Run.'

That thought crossed your mind and you started running, hearing the same footsteps you heard coming after you.

While you kept running, you saw a pedestrian near you. When you were about to run across it, a black van stopped you, It startled you a little before running past it from the other side of it.

"GET HER!" Someone yelled behind you. when you looked back while running, you saw four boys coming out of the van and starting to run toward you.

'Shit.' You cursed, while keep running you passed an alleyway but someone grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest making you yelp, locking their arms around you.

'Yep, classic.' You thought to yourself before reverse headbutting them, making them groan and let go of you. When you come out of the alleyway and started running again, someone else grabbed you hard and pulls you towards them again but their left arm come around your neck, your hands clawing at it. A cloth came against your nose and mouth, making your eyes go wide and shaking your head left and right, the cloth was definitely drugged with something.

You went grab the pocket knife you had in your back pocket that you had for the Necessary times and when you were about to stab his arm, another boy grabbed the knife out of your hand, making an 'Ah ah ah~' sound while moving his index finger like he was scolding a baby. you glare at him.

The drug was finely making your eyes go heavy and your body go numb While seven boys surround you, eyeing you like you were their meal.

"Night Night princess~"

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

While you were zoning out, the door to the basement opened. Making you come out of your daze. Slowly standing up, making sure not to move fast because you weren't fully conscious at the moment and doing that, makes your headache worse and gives you dizziness. Eyes never leaving his.

"Well well, look who woke up from their nap~" The man laughed, but he seemed familiar... like you saw him somewhere.

Then it clicked! It was that blue hair guy who came every Tuesday or Thursday to the Café you work in, ordering an iced americano & latte with some chocolate chip cookies. Giving death glare to every boy back who came in touch with your hands while being on the line of the takeout.

"What? Not happy to see me again?~" he said while slowly walking towards you, like he was coming towards a wild animal.

You only give him a blank face. Observing his every move. Slowly glaring at him with every step he took towards you.

When he was finally in front of you, he tried to touch your cheek but you immediately went to bite his hand. He pulled his hand back, almost about to get his hand bitten.

"Ah ah~ sweetie, we don't bite people we love" He scold you.

"No shit dickhead." You said before trying to come towards him, but he went back making you follow him. The chains that were on you ended at some point, holding you back just inches away from his face with that stupid grin. Tagging on the chains, trying to free yourself from it, and definitely there would be bruises on your wrists, to fucking punch him in his nuts.

"Don't make me hurt the only family members you have." That made you quiet, you don't know what his capable of.

"What do you want from me?.."

He chuckled.

"You."

"Me?"

He chuckled again before grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger. Looking at your lips, licking his own before looking at your eyes.

"Others are waiting for you~"

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[chaninfused]

Dead Men Don't Speak | Series Masterlist

— The story of a mafia, a green sky, and a girl in a burgundy coat.

[All the works under the cut are mine. Do not copy, repost, or translate my work.]

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Series Information

Summary: The life of a mafia member and the eight boys who cross her path, for better or for worse. Alternatively — Your partner is dead, or so you've been told.

General Disclaimers: Female reader insert. Mafia au. Angst and dark themes. Graphic depictions of blood, violence, and death. Usage of vulgar language. Specific disclaimers will be written on each part. Chapters not in the chronological sequence of the story's events.

Schedule: Updates every two weeks on Saturdays. Dates specified on each part. [CURRENTLY ON HOLD FOR FINALS]

Chapters

⭓ The Sky is Green | Seo Changbin

— The one-eyed brute and the girl in the burgundy coat.

⭓ Dead Men Don't Speak | Lee Felix

— The detective's assistant and the Shadow Front's left claw.

⭓ Cross My Heart, | Hwang Hyunjin

— The boy who wanted to become a god and his new friend.

⭓ And Hope to Die | Han Jisung

— The living ghost and his purpose.

⭓ The Altar of Angels | Lee Minho (4.5.24)

— The mafia prince and the jester.

⭓ The Undoing of Gods | Yang Jeongin (18.5.24)

— The fugitive and the god of chaos.

⭓ The Waltz of Devils | Bang Chan (1.6.24)

— The detective and the black iris.

⭓ Of the Un-Blue Sky | Kim Seungmin (15.6.24)

— The liar and his neighbors.

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[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside Masterlist

Stray Kids Mafia (Ongoing)

Taglist

"We need to have a talk."

My fingers trembled as they traced the words on the paper. Y/n. They knew my name. My pulse began to race, breathing increasing significantly. My eyes flicked between my front door and my sliding door out to the patio, ensuring both were securely locked. Panic began to set in as I scurried across the floor and drew the curtains, shutting out any light from the outside world.

I should have known.

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Current WC: ~111k words

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an enemy who keeps themselves in the shadows.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

Artwork by StreetLightMoth

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

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[smutracha]

Vellichor I

Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ afab!reader POLY!SKZ 

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drug abuse, alcohol, ptsd

Vol 1 Vol 2 Vol 3 Vol 4 Vol 5 Vol 6 Vol 7 Vol 8 Vol 9 Vol 10 Vol 11 Vol 12 Vol 13

Third person POV:

Y/n loved the smell of this little bookstore she visited every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the smell of coffee wafting past her as she sat under the magnificent cherry blossom tree with her new book of the week. This same tree that had sheltered her in rain and covered her in petals while she was just a student and new to the country and even now as an adult.

And when she abandons her beloved tree, he knows it is not for long. She will be back with a fresh tea and a pastry, and for him a brand new poem. So, he watches her go.

“She is heading back into the bookstore, boss. I really got to tell you I do not think there is any reason to be watching her.” “It will dawn on you all the longer you watch her.” “I’ve been watching her for 6 months, she’s beautiful but what’s with the obsession.” “Just wait.”

“Y/n you know most kids your age go out drinking and drink coffee more than anything else, and why you insist on looking after that rickety old tree I don’t understand.” “Aunty, you know I grew up reading books back home, every second I had away from school would be spent reading. I love it. It’s an escape that I need. And so, when I moved to Korea and found this place and that beautiful tree, and when I saw that you sold the rooibos we sell back home, well I fell in love. This became my escape. And that tree became my friend. The hominess of this place makes me feel almost at home, like my soul is home.”

And after she returns to the tree with a poem and tea, she sits quietly, pondering a thing or two…

“Hey, I like rooibos tea too” “You know Innie, you suck at stealth” “Where’d you two come from?” “Oh, nowhere really” “You are so dumb” “I HEARD THAT YOU DOG”

“Are you guys ok?” “We’re fine.” “Just here to enjoy the scenery.” Oh, then sure sit with me. You want my tea?” “Yes please.” “Seung, you can’t just take her tea.”

And in silence the girl read poetry to the tree while the two mysterious boys watched. And when she stopped she announced her resignation.

“We should walk you home.” “Yes, a woman should never be alone at night.”

“Say what is your command captain?” “Okay, you’re sweet. Follow me boys.”

They walked for a while, deciding outside of a convenience store that late night snacks and soju would be an amazing idea.

A little further up the road they got to a tiny but cosy loft apartment, briming with greenery and books. Simple and earthy. That is what y/n is. That is why all this fuss about her existed, they got it now. They knew now, tonight they would see the way they needed her.

She went to put her TV on. Some show about a mother and daughter who drank loads of coffee came on, she insisted that Gilmore Girls was the basics of comfort shows. They decided that she was right, because this was her and she would be right in anything she declared to them. 2 bottles of soju later and she was gone, of course Innie and Seung only had like 2 shots each. So, while Seung was getting her settled in and comfortable Innie called the boss.

“Oh yes tell that pretty boy Jisung m with her right now. She is so beautiful when she is asleep, wonder what her lips feel like… who knows? Oh well, we will be staying over here to look after her and clean up. Y’all can meet her tomorrow. But God hyung, you were right about her.”

#skz mafia #poly!skz #yandere skz #mafia!skz #skz ot8 #poly skz #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids mafia au #stray kids yandere #stray kids x you

[besamehyuka]

Flick Of Him

Warning This contains SMUT!! So if you don’t like that, then don’t read it. (SIMPLE)

“You underestimate me, Y/n” Hyunjin says walking close to you, so close your back presses against the wall. This was bad, so bad. He was your dad’s best fighter, a stealthy fighter! He shouldn’t have had this affect on you, yet here you were, about to let this man take everything, and you wouldn’t stop him.

“I don’t..”

“Then why pretend to hate me?” He asks, his eyes turned to grief as he takes your hand in his, pressing his thigh against your core, your eyes instantly giving you away, as you moan loudly, slapping your free hand against your mouth.

“Don’t you dare cover those precious moans. No one is here to hear what is mine. I made sure of it.” He answered proudly, licking up your neck suckling that tender spot. “I want you so fucking badly, I dreamed of fucking that tight pussy of yours, ever since I tasted it on your dad’s counter.” He exclaimed, picking you up, walking you to the bar counter, shoving off glasses causing them to break on the floor.

“Hyunjin!” You stated looking at the mess.

“Don’t worry about that. Focus on me.” He stated. “You tried to ignore me all this time. You know I can’t leave you alone.” He repeated, inhaling your scent as he traced his long fingers down your body,  slipping your panties off in one quick tug and dropping them to the floor, he spreads your legs eagerly. 

Dropping to his knees, ignoring the glass, he swirls his tongue around your clit, suckling and leaving small kisses, until you are a mass of whines and cries, grabbing at his hair. Your eyes flutter close, as you pull him closer to you pussy, just wanting him to continue, not wanting him to stop, not ever.

“Please Hyunjin! Oh fuck Please!” You cry out, grinding your wetness all over his delicious mouth, the wetness of his tongue gliding between your folds, as he slides his long girthy tongue inside.

Flicking it harshly against your g-spot you could’ve sworn you were going to die as your legs tighten against his head. “I’m going to cum!” You yell, clawing at his upper back, mainly his shoulders, trying to grab onto him, to let him know he was the center of your universe.

“Please Hyunnie! Please just let me cum!” And with that, he did. He continued working your folds, sliding his tongue in and out of your hot heat like a starved animal, until you had squirted all over it. A loud groan erupted from him as he licked you clean.

Standing to his feet he smirks.

“You think it’s over?”

#skz hard hours #skz #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #skz hyunjin #kpop #kpop smut #skz mafia #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin

[brojustfknkillm3]

I NEED HELP PLS PLS PLS STAY (forgot to save fic)

I was reading a fic last night, It was skz mafia type story, skz were called the 8 most wanted in Korea, someone was called "the arsonist" it started with you going to visit your grand parents in the middle of nowhere, you go out to the barn to turn off a light and skz are there?

I remeber the story but not the name do any of you know? If so pls help you're a godsend ♡

#bangchan smut #skz smut #skz x reader #han jisung smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #in smut #seungmin smut #skz mafia #bangchan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #in x reader #felix smut

[sugawhaaa]

Hyunjin X reader

"If love was poison we'd drink it anyways~"

Part. 1

Sly fox dumb bunny

Warnings::mentions stealing, weapons, toxic relationships, bets, intoxication

Pairing::criminal!hyunjin! X cop!reader

A/N:: SORRY FOR THE WAIT IVE BEEN WRITING SO MANY OTHER FANFICS 🙇‍♀️ I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS LONG AWAITED PART 1

[Pls read epilog before this]

You turned around and pointed the gun at the man. He looked surprised but not afraid in the slightest. "Put your hands up or I'll shoot!" You shouted firmly at him.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?" The man laughed with a cocky expression.

"Officer Y/N L/N from the Korean national police, a senior inspector." You stated harshly while the man just laughed.

"And I'm Johnny Rob from the fucking circus, your rank doesn't mean shit to me." He laughed as he shrugged before putting his hand at his hip, like he was going to grab something. You pointed the tip of your gun at his hand before reluctantly pulling the trigger.

There was a loud bang! But nothing else. You opened your eyes to find his hand unharmed. "Haha you're gonna need these to shoot me." He said showing you the bullets in his hand. You looked at your gun in shock before hearing a loud crash behind you. Oh yeah there's two more! You turned around and saw the massive window now smashed to bits. You turned back around to where the blonde man was but he was nowhere to be found. You turned to the window again before running over to it and looked out of it. As you looked down at the ground you found no reminisce of the other two people from before. You examined the gun closer before realizing it was just a fake model gun!

You threw it on the floor before stomping out the door to go find the bartender from earlier. You spotted him and informed him of everything, he looked at you like you were crazy.

"Alright that's enough," he said as he put his hand up. "Seems like you've had enough drinks for tonight." He said as he started approaching you.

"No! I'm telling the truth! I'm a police officer and I work for the KNP!" You explained as you backed away from him.

"Yeah and I'm the government of America, let's get going home. Do you have that friend to drive you home?" He said as he held you, not forcefully, just enough to keep you standing here.

"Yeah, she's still in the club."

-time skip-

You sat in the back of Alyssa's car as she and her new friend Vanquisha sat in front chatting up a storm. You replayed what happened in your head over and over again. That's when the car halted and you realized you were already at your apartment. You thanked Alyssa for driving you and got out of the car. As you were shutting the car door Alyssa rolled down her window and called out your name. You walked over to the window and leaned in, she stuck her head out the window and softly spoke.

"Don't stress about what you think you saw tonight. I think the work stress is just getting to you and all those drinks made you visualize things that weren't there. Maybe there was a girl crying? And maybe you did follow them? But the rest was the alcohol. Maybe someone put something stronger in it to make you hallucinate?" She said as you were thinking about her every word.

"Yeah, you're probably right," you lied. You know what you saw. Those men were there, and the blonde one had a gun. Besides, the window was actually broken when you saw it later.

"Alright go get some sleep," Alyssa said with a wave of her hand before driving off. You were exhausted so you wasted no time getting changed and into bed. It was mere seconds before you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up with your hair a mess, blankets half off, clothes on backwards and you had no idea where you were. Perhaps you were a little tipsy last night. You checked your phone to see the battery was at 10% so you plugged it back in and sat in bed. Rethinking all your life choices. You then remembered today was a Friday so you had the entire day off and you weren't on call for the next month so you decided to start the day off with a nice healthy meal. You went out to your fridge and opened it to see…nothing.

"Fuck!" You said as you slammed the door. You then went to the cupboard to find coffee but when you opened it…no coffee. "I mean it's not like I had milk anyway," You said to yourself before closing the cupboard door. You decided to go down to the coffee shop nearby and pick up a little breakfast and some coffee before getting groceries.

You walked up to the line in the shop and looked around the menu. You come here often but you usually don't eat breakfast outside of your own home. When it was time for you to order you walked up to the counter and prepared to request your order but when you made eye contact with the woman at the counter you realized. She looks exactly like the girl from last night. You paused for a moment as you stared at her, she tilted her head and said "is something wrong mam?" You snapped back to reality and replied.

"Sorry, still not awake yet haha," you laughed.

"No,no I get you don't worry about it," She seemed super laid back and friendly and you could tell that by just 9 words. After ordering your food you picked it up and waved goodbye to the woman. You ate it on your way over to the supermarket to get some things to last you a few days. It'd be a fairly short visit.

You finished your breakfast and put the garbage in a trashcan on the side of the sidewalk. As you entered the store you realized you forgot your phone. You sighed and continued on shopping considering you were already here. Vegetables, meat, ketchup, milk, cheese, breakfast foods, snack food what else? You checked off the grocery list in your mind while going through the isle's. Ramen!

You went to the noodles section and started looking around. Unfortunately they didn't have your favorite instant Ramen so you had to find a substitute. As you examined different packs a man stood beside you. You didn't mind because all he was doing was the same as you until he tapped you on the shoulder. You looked up to see a soft man with fluffy blonde hair, glasses, a warm long coat smiling at you.

"I'm sorry but do you know where on this it'd say it's vegan?" He said warmly as he held the little circular box towards you. You looked at him suspiciously to which he responded with a frightened look. He looked so much like the man who had a gun last night.

"Oh don't worry. If it was vegan it'd be listed right here." You said as you pointed at the box for him.

"Thank you very much," he said with a light bow before moving around and checking the bowls of Ramen. He picked one up, checked it, and nodded before walking off. You eyed him for any suspicious behavior. You decided to stop him from walking past you.

"By the way, are you vegan?" You asked kindly.

"I'm afraid not. What makes you ask?" He said slightly aloof.

"I'm just interested in vegans and vegetarians, I think they're very well mind setted people." You explained.

"I can't help but agree," he said, taking a moment to stop and chat to you. Hands on his hips, one still holding his Ramen bowl.

"Why aren't you vegan?" You asked. It sounded a little stupid now that you thought about it but too late, you already said it.

"Too expensive haha," he chuckled awkwardly. "But I still try to get vegan things, such as Ramen." He said idly.

"Funny that you say that because you were the one asking me for help when it comes to knowing if it was vegan." You said getting a little serious.

"Whoa whoa, it's just that when I dormed with my ex-roommate he was the vegan one so he'd know how to get all the vegan food and I'd just follow his lead!" You explained sincerely.

"That makes sense but how did you never notice the big VEGAN label on them?" You said as you pointed at the box.

"My roommate would be the one to cook them." He explained getting serious himself.

"All the time?" You said with an uncertain look. That's when a man asked to get past you "O-oh sorry!" You apologized as you moved out of the way but when you turned back around again the man from before was gone. The only thing left was a vegan Ramen bowl on the floor. You picked it up and looked at it before sighing to yourself. Maybe work is getting to me… you thought to yourself.

You paid for your food and went back home. After putting everything away you checked your phone. You had 5 messages from Alyssa, she invited you to hang out with her and Vanquisha this evening. You replied with an excited yes and talked about the plans.

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It was now 5:43pm and you were at a Korean barbecue restaurant with Vanquisha and Alyssa. Basically third wheeling for the past hour. They weren't dating yet but it was PAINFULLY obvious they were both so into each other and as you watched them recreate perfect kdrama scenes throughout this get together you lost your mind.

It came time to pay and one of the young men came up to you and asked if they were ready to pay. Even during that they were being romantic. Fighting over which one of them was gonna pay until you frustratedly told the man to split it.

After paying you went out to Alyssa's car and sat in the back seat…again. As they were being lovey dovey you looked out the window and replayed your recent memories from the club and grocery store. The more you thought about it his facial features were similar to the blonde gunman at the club. Your head started aching at all this thinking.

"Sorry to butt in but is it okay if you drop me off now?" You said leaning forward to the two girls in front.

"Sure, but why don't you want to come with us?" Alyssa smiled at you while stopping at a red light.

"I'm not feeling great. I've got a headache and I'm feeling light headed," you explained.

"Oh okay. I'll drop you off now." Alyssa said before turning to the left when the light turned green. Vanquisha gave you some meds with a warm smile, her dark skin filled her eyes as she smiled.

You arrived home and lazily walked up to your apartment room. After fumbling around with the keys you got inside. At the window you found a male figure standing in the moonlight. You panicked and shouted "who are you!?" To the mysterious figure.

"Don't recognize me?" The man said as he turned around and approached you, his face now visible. You analyzed his features and it clicked. He pulled his hair back with a smirk. "You don't happen to have any vegan ramen?" He chuckled before sitting on a chair around your circular table.

"How the hell did you know where I live!?" You said angrily stomping over to him.

"Check the pocket of the jacket you wore to the grocery store," he said pointing to your jacket hanging on the wall. You looked at him suspicious before going over to your jacket. You shoved your hand in the pocket and found a little pill shaped red tracker in it. You grabbed it in a fist and growled. "You're pretty unaware for a cop," he smirked as he sipped some tea from one of your tea cups.

"When did you-" you said as you looked around for any remnants of him getting tea. Nothing to be found. You looked back at him to make sure he wasn't doing anything troublesome. "What do you want?" You said with crossed arms.

"I want you to quit your job." He said cheekily.

"What?!" You said as you stomped over to him. He was unbothered, simply sipping his tea. "Why the hell do you want me doing that?" You tried to get behind his motives.

"Haha, you really don't know anything about this police industry sweetie," he laughed as your fists clenched.

"Says you!" You said sitting down, arms crossed.

"I was once a fool like you," he waved his hand in the air. "Gullible, immature, slow," he stated as your blood boiled. "But it didn't take long for this fox to figure it all out," he said, gesturing to himself. You raised an eyebrow at him at his unbelievable talk.

"What do you mean by that?" You inquired. He shook his head with a "tsk, tsk, tsk"

He stood up and started heading for the door before you ran in front of it. He bent down to look at you in the eye. "I'm going to have to ask you to move, bunny." He said with a gentle smile that melted your heart. You snapped yourself out of it.

"No! And I'm not a bunny!" You retorted. He sighed and shook his head.

"You have no reason to keep me here so let me pass,"

"No! I have reasons!"

"Such as?"

"You broke into my house-"

"I opened it with a key," he chuckled as he dangled said keys in your face. You grabbed them and examined them.

"You put a tracker on me!" You gestured to your jacket and his eyes followed.

"Correction. I put it in your jacket. Not on you." He replied cockily. You grumbled and looked back at him. "Admit it, ya can't touch me bunny," he said, pushing you out of his way.

"No, no, no! Where'd you get the key!" You pointed a finger at him.

"I borrowed it from someone."

"Without my consent!" You replied angrily.

"I didn't get it from you, bunny." He chuckled as he started opening the door.

"Then who did you get it from?" You said as you stood in front of the door again.

"That is none of your concern, bunny" he said, getting annoyed with you.

"Would you stop calling me that!" You said with frustration.

"Listen toots." He knelt down to you. "If you quit your job in two weeks, I'll stop stealing, give you these keys, and never talk to you again." He stated. "I'll even stop committing crimes! Talk about being heroic. Stopping someone from ending countless lives by just stealing! Haha!" He said with annoyance.

"Promise?" You said sticking out a hand to him.

"Deal." He grabbed your hand and shook it. It felt like shaking the devil's hand. With that you let him open the door and just barely step out into the hallway before you spoke up.

"And if you break the deal I'll expose this audio recording." You said as you held up your phone that played a recording. "I'll stop stealing, give you these keys, and never talk to you again. I'll even stop committing crimes! Talk about heroic! Stopping someone from ending countless lives by just stealing!haha!"

You shut the door on his shocked face. He then started banging on the door.

"If you don't delete that I'm gonna-!"

You just laughed in response. "Do what?"

You said as you examined the keys you swiped off of the man. He just growled as he stopped banging on the door. "Admit it, you can't touch me fox," you giggled.

"Hey that's my line!" He kicked the door before leaving.

"We won't be seeing him for a while," you said to yourself outloud as you held up the exact copy of your keys that used to be in his hands.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #skz hyunjin #skz x reader #skz ff #skz fanfic #skz smau #skz au #skz aus #skz mafia #skz #Spotify

[i4lixie]

Ok ok I'm Alex and I'm loving 👀 what this blog is and I need you to imagine with me..Mafia!au stray kids??? 👀👀☕️

ugh yes

mafia!skz w/ a little bit of x!reader

chan is obviously the leader of the group. always talking the rowdiest/youngest members out of trouble. really intimidating at gang meetups with other gangs, like his aura is just dark and terrifying… at home he’s a different story. extremely loyal. really is a teddy bear underneath all that meanness lol. when you’re recruited he has a soft spot towards you pretty quickly. very protective and will put himself in open fire if it means saving his members.

minho is a bit harder to read than the rest. he’s the underboss. may be a little more intimidating than chan at times with the way he practically inspects you with dark eyes the moment chan recruits you. the best manipulator of the gang,, he’s gotten so much material out of rival gangs you don’t know how he does it. definitely the con man. someone who’s also protective of you, but keeps his distance from you, just watching you from afar

changbin is the hit man. he has a way of being messy and smooth with his kills. biggest auxiliary closet you’ve ever seen. is sometimes the comic relief of the group and can easily become your best friend, maybe an older brother type. he’s quite hot headed though which can lead to a lot of problems that minho is most likely solving.

hyunjin, the seducer. kisses before he kills. captures the attention of any room he enters but nobody dares mess with him because he can be ruthless. knows how hot he is and uses it to his advantage, always. with the help of jeongin, he uses aphrodisiacs to enhance his sexual power, but he doesn’t really need them. because of the nature of what he does, it’s hard for him to form genuine relationships, so he’s also one that’s gonna be distant from you at first. but once he warms up to you.. probably falls in love

jisung is every position rolled into one. he can literally do anything, and he can do it well—be a hit man, seduce, talk someone out of something, etc etc. he’s very smart and uses that to find his way out of difficult and sticky situations. he’s very dangerous, even more dangerous than minho, but that allures you… he may end up breaking your heart

felix is the bait. the self proclaimed “innocent” one of the group when he’s anything but. his angelic features cause him to be undetected when he outwardly steals from other gangs or uses self made drugs to get the gang out of bad situations. helps jeongin with making these drugs, and even helps with making enhancements on weapons that everyone uses. he’s shy at first, but opens up very quickly to you

seungmin is the spy. usually just kind of lurking around during meetings to catch off handed comments or actions. he’s the one that stalks and is very good at doing it. works well with computers and technical equipment—you’ve literally seen him make a tracker and put it on the back of a rival gang’s car.. he’s hard to open up with, but also forms that brother like relationship with you.

jeongin is the one that makes everything, even more stuff than seungmin. weapons, drugs, you name it—he’s on it. has his own lab that he spends 60% of his time in. he’s very friendly though, and invites you to come see what he makes and even learn how to make a few things yourself. you swear he has the biggest brain ever.

#idk what this is #just wanted to put smth out LOL #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz mafia #skz mafia au #stray kids mafia #stray kids mafia au #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #chan #jeongin #seungmin #changbin #lee minho

[dandelions-143]

Training

-Young Gods

Master List

Nabi’s POV

I sat next to my father in the back of his black on black, Rolls Royce Phantom. The bullet proof windows were tinted very dark making it impossible for anyone to see us from the outside.

It had been raining all morning the chill in the air ha me shivering in my black leggings and sweater. My long hair was pulled back as well in to a low ponytail.

Father had yet to tell me where we were going even as the car began to move. We didn’t speak to one another for the entire 20 minute drive. He stayed on his phone most of the time talking business and numbers and barking orders to whoever was on the phone.

A few minutes later and the car pulled up to a grey building. It looked more like a warehouse to me. There were men in black suits standing outside waiting for us. My father’s men of course. “What is this place?” I turned to my father with a questioning look. The old man finally put down his phone and set his light brown eyes on mine. “You’re training today. You need to learn how to protect yourself. Especially when I’m gone.”

“You’re going to train me?” I didn’t mean for my words to sound shocked but, I couldn’t help it. Father didn’t really do that kind of thing. He had others to always get dirty for him. He shook his head and his eyes cast up to peer out my window. Just then a tall man with long black hair opened my door for me.

He was very handsome, almost pretty with full lips, a cut jaw, and a thin yet solid frame. When our eyes met for a split second they were pretty but, cold.. menacing. I didn’t recognize him but, how could I know all of my father’s men.

“Nabi, this is Hwang Hyunjin. I hired him and a few of his other men to help train you.” My father spoke as Hyunjin bowed deeply then stepped aside so I could get out of the car.

I whipped my head back towards my father to glare at him. “Wait, you’re not coming with me? I don’t know these people.. what the hell?!” I couldn’t help my little outburst and I know my father hated when I spoke to him with anything less than the upmost respect. “Stop it, Yi Nara! You will do this and you will do exactly as these men say.”

I heard the man who opened my door sigh softly as if he was tired of listening to this. “Fine, but if I get gang raped just know,” I leaned closer to my father, “killing them wont make me forgive you.” I knew that was a bit dramatic but it got the reaction I wanted because my father face began to grow read with anger. I didn’t stick around though. Stepping out of the car I walked past Hyunjin, completely ignoring the annoyed glare he gave me.

Even though I wasn’t showing it I could feel my nerves clawing its way through my body. Not knowing exactly who I’m with and what I will be doing. I hated that feeling. Suddenly Hyunjin stepped passed me as his soft yet deep voice said, “don’t worry about getting gang raped, darling. We only do that to the women and men we want to carve up.”

I stopped short of the large metal door we were headed for and looked at him with an incredulous expression. What the fuck did he just say to me?

“And sadly we can’t have fun with the bosses daughter. Got to keep the princess safe.” He said as he opened the heavy door with easy and bowed to me with a mocking smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that smirk off his pretty condescending face.

I reluctantly walked inside. It was dark for the most part but, I could see some hanging lamps towards the back. Hyunjin daunted passed me again to lead the way. He never spoke to me again as we walked through the dimly lit space. As my eyes roamed my surroundings I noticed that there were old conveyor belts, broken and rusted on either sides of us.

There looked to be bullet holes scattered in the walls and water was dripping from the ceiling from the light rain that had began to fall again. Then my eyes landed on the seven other men that stood at the back of the building. They stood in an open space where there looked to be a small gun range on one side of the building and then opposite of that was a huge blue mat lying on the ground.

“The Princess has arrived.” Hyunjin said as he stopped at.. at the man I had seen coming out of my father’s office. He looked a bit different today. He had black jeans on and a loose fitting tank top on.

His dark hair had no product in it and it was curly and a bit messy. Our eyes met as he bowed and took a step forward. “Miss Yi, I am Bang Chan. It’s a pleasure to finally-“

“I know who you are, father told me. So you will be training me? And these guys?” I questioned as my eyes scanned the others and I crossed my arms over my chest. When my eyes moved back to Chan he had an amused smirk on his lips. I noticed my eyes lingered a bit too long on them and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, looking away.

“Since you know who I am allow me to introduce my men, they will all be helping you in the process of training you.” Chan turned towards a man who stood closer towards the small gun range. His features were very sharp but handsome all at the same time. He almost looked catlike. “This is Lee Minho.” Chan pointed his hand towards the man who was now twirling a sharp knife between his agile fingers.

He was looking at me as if I was something to eat, “you can call me Lee Know, babe” he spoke that pet name so confidently as if he would have consequences for openly flirting with the bosses daughter. “He will be teaching you about weapons and how to use them effectively.” Chan gave Lee know a hard look and I noticed the overly confident man stopped twirling the knife and dropped his little smile.

“I will also be helping you with weapons training, along with Han Jisung,” Chan nodded towards and a man who was leaning against the far wall with safety glasses pushed up onto his head pushing back his dark wavy hair back a bit.

His arms were well built and crossed in front of him as he eyes me curiously. Even though his round face looked a little more inviting than the others I could still feel the dangerous aura around him.

“And Hyunjin who I see you have already met.” Chan continued. My eyes slid to the tallest member of the group and I had to fight myself from rolling them. “Yes we have met, unfortunately.” I mumbled and that only made Chans smile grow wider.

He was enjoying this a little too much. “And what about the others? What will they teach me?” I said gesturing towards the other four standing near the blue mat and they seemed to all be dressed in various workout clothes.

Chan turned towards the four men, “these guys will teach you how to fight, martial arts, street fighting..” Chan trailed off and the bulkiest guy spoke up, “we will teach you how to fight dirty.” This man actually looked nice. He had a genuine smile as he spoke to me and his eyes didn’t seem as cold but, I knew better than to think he wouldn’t hurt anyone if he had to.

“But we will teach you how to fight smart and sneak in all the technical stuff too.” A blond man who was leaning on the bulkier guys shoulder spoke up. He was very pretty. His hair was white blond and long, his features were very soft and elegant.

He gave me a wide smile and I could tell he actually meant well. “This is Lee Felix” Chan spoke up and Felix bowed to me. “The big guy next to him is Changbin but, we all call him Binnie.”

“The other two,” Chan went on and pointed towards the men sitting at a small table with a laptop propped open. “Are Jeongin who goes by I.N.” The lithe male who looked like Hyunjin a little with his pretty yet sharp features and black hair simply nodded at me.

“And Seungmin, they are also good with tech.” Chan added. The last guy had this light brown hair and round eyes that made him look almost puppy like but, his smile was a bit crazed it kind of scared me a little.

I stayed quiet and turned my attention back to Chan. “So let’s get started” Chan clapped his hands motioned for me to follow him over to the mat. “You’re going to focus on fighting today and then tomorrow we will work on weapons.” He was all business as he spoke. My eyes slowly wondered over his form. He stood straight, his shoulders were wide and his arms were very muscular yet lean.

Just then he cleared his throat which snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes met his. My cheeks instantly went red. “Miss Yi, are you ready?” I hardened my features, embarrassed I had been caught blushing, “Call me Nabi, and I was born fucking ready.” I said as I walked over to the four men who were now all standing on the mat.

"Let's see what you got, pretty princess." Seungmin smiled at me wildly causing Binnie to laugh and they all stepped back leaving me and the brown haired man standing alone on the mat. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart start to race.

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Prolgue Chapter

You walk down the hallway to God knows where with a collar around your neck and your hands cuffed together, all connected to chains at the hand of the person who put them on you.

The walk was quiet, he didn't say anything while you were looking around, Analyzing everything for a way out. It does look like you under the ground, maybe a house above you two. Countless doors in every hallway you passed, tagging at your chains when you stopped for a few moments.

After a few minutes of walking, reaching to stop by a staircase leading to a wooden door. He went up while you stand from where you were, when the chains come to an end he tagged your chain in his hand, signing for you to start walking up.

When you didn't move he tugged harsher making you lean forward and start walking again, you glared at him.

Reaching the door he opened it, making you close your eyes and groan, your headache getting worse again. Blinking a few times before opening your eyes, Trying to get used to the lights while walking. You properly looked forward to seeing him going towards an elevator.

When you walked in he pressed the button to one of the floors, you didn't see which floor you were because the headache was making your vision blurry, after a minute your vision got better. "In a few minutes you're going to meet the boys, Noona." He says while side-eyeing you.

'So I'm older then him? While also being taller. Maybe two or three years being older.' You thought but said nothing.

The elevator reach a stop and the metal door opened, your eyes saw the big beautiful hallway. The sound you hear was laughter and talking.

When you walked out there were staircases on each side of the elevator with pretty red carpet laying on it. The place did look like a mansion, a fancy one.

With the expensive suite that he was wearing you did expect him to have a penthouse or something, giving off dose sugar daddy vibes.

Walking up the stairs, the talking and laughter got louder and louder.

Reaching the top, you saw a boy sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, his legs on the dining table with five black bags and money on it while two boys were counting the money's, laughing and chatting about another successful 'mission' they had. Some female maid's around them, serving.

Two boys at the bar, a bartender behind the bar cleaning a glass with cloth, a purple hair drinking some whisky on the one of chairs bar and another blonde hair boy, his hair tied to a half ponytail talking about something, his back towards you.

On the left, there was a couch with a person laying on it, with newspaper covering his face and looking like his sleeping and his head on a blonde boy's lap and his eyes closed.

"Boys" The voice of the boy in front of you boomed through the room, everyone's eyes now were on you two. The maid's in the room flinched, and the bartender too but after a few seconds he went back to what he was doing.

Your eyebrow narrowed together. 'Wait..'

"GET HER!" Someone yelled behind you. when you looked back while running, you saw four boys coming out of the van and starting to run toward you.

'It was him who yelled... the first one I saw between them.' Your eyes were now on him.

"Hyung what-" the blonde boy at the bar turn his chair around but stopped talking when he saw you, his eyes going wide.

"NOONA!" He jumped from his seat and come towards you.

"Jeongin! Jeongin! WAKE UP! Noona is here!!!" The boy sitting on the couch said, taking the newspaper of their face while repeatedly tapping the person's shoulder who's head was on his lap sleeping.

He groaned while sitting up and his eyes got locked with yours, a big smile formed on his face and jumped into his feet and runs towards you.

Your eye contact got broke when someone hugs you tight, it was the boy who was with the purple hair and that was coming towards you two.

You got distracted when the blond hair burying his face in between your chest, going up to your neck and inhaling your scent, sighing happily. You shift uncomfortable on your feet, making his grip on you tighten up.

"Be careful Hyunjin," The boy next to you chuckled. "She bites."

'Hyunjin' burrs his face more into your neck but someone grabbed his back collar, pulling him away from you, making him whine.

"Hyung! Why did you put this on Noona? Her wrists are red!!!" The blonde boy with... freckles, said it while coming towards you, taking your wrists in his and looking at them. You pulled away your wrists while he pouts trying to do it again but you moved back up a little.

"Felix is right hyung, you could put something softer!" A boy with chubby cheeks said putting a hand on the boy shoulder now you know his name Felix while all of them gathered around you and 'Chan'.

"Let me introduce them to you. Aren't you curious a little, Noona?"

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Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Two

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, graphic depictions of violence, weapons

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Y/N POV

Grief comes in waves.

At first they are so strong you feel swept away. The tides kicking your feet out from under you and forcing gasps from your throat as the water rushes in. Pulling you under. You grow angry with each failed attempt to stay upright. A scream to the skies every time the waters win.

Grief comes in waves. 

A more gentle splash of water once you’ve regained your footing in the sand. Now you can finally feel the warmth of the sun hit your skin, and be able to view the sunset in its beauty. When the joyful moments hold you close and laughter replays in your ears. The waters will calm. Ripples diminish as the waves turn into gentle rolling waters, keeping your body swaying but still rooted.

The fight in the beginning feels pointless. To try and hold steady as you’re tossed aside. But every time you’ve fallen in, you’ve pulled yourself back up. Your legs strengthen and the large waves don’t feel as cumbersome as they did before. They still hit, forcefully trying to push you off balance. But you’ve learned how to plant your feet, how to push back against them. Letting them merely sway you as each day you take a step forward toward the shore. 

Grief comes in waves.

My head snapped toward the door, startled by the sudden knocking. I sat frozen in place for a moment, fingers gripping the edge of my bed as my eyes stayed focused on the locked handle. 

I had started to find myself constantly sitting in a state of alert. Each sound feeling amplified as if my mind was in permanent sensory overload. 

I just needed the world to be quiet.

“Y/n? Are you in there?” Felix’s voice was soft on the other side of the wood, almost timid as he spoke up. I pulled myself from the sheets, slowly clicking the lock out of place and pulling the door open.

Felix’s head rose. The look of concern quickly faded as his eyes squinted, a gentle grin growing across his face.

“Hi there!” He chirped, a smile stretching further up his cheeks. His hands gripped my puffy jacket close to his chest, fingers tightly securing a hat against it.

“Hello to you too, can I ask why you have my jacket?” Without a word he held it out to me, stifling a smile giggle. 

“Get dressed. Jeongin and I wanna take you out for the night.” 

“Wha-” He shoved the jacket into my hands when I failed to take it from him. “Lix… I need to get down to the gym I was just about to meet up with Chang-”

“No no. We told him we’re stealing you. He can’t have you.” He reached out, grabbing the door handle. “Chop chop! We gotta get going!” He pulled the door shut, before the sounds of his feet running away could be heard. 

I stared down to the jacket in my hands, the faintest smile trying to break through.

Normally, the mystery behind the mischief the two boys were up to would leave me unsettled, nervous, and concerned. Yet in this moment it manifested in something akin to excitement. A twinge of hope in my chest that today might be an easier one.

Stepping foot outside the house might do me good, no matter how difficult it may feel.

Positive. 

Just stay positive. 

I repeated the mantra in my head as I stepped down the stairs, jacket in hand as I poked my head into the living room.

Felix and Jeongin bounced up from their spots lounging on the couch, both crossing over to me and Felix excitedly shook me by my arms. 

“Where are you all heading off to?” My eyes fell on Hyunjin on the couch, sitting beside Jisung who had his leg propped up on the coffee table. 

But the other body beside Jisung didn't look my way, the same coldness radiating off of him as the first time we met. Minho's arms were crossed, eyes fakely focusing on the television instead of us.

“Yeah, where exactly are we going?”

“It's a secret!” Felix practically skipped down the hall towards the front door, giddy with every step.

Jeongin reached out, arm stretching across my shoulders as he held me close and looked to the others with a proud smirk.

“We're taking her out on a date!” 

Hyunjin and Jisung let out soft chuckles at the two's excitement. Minho on the other hand was finally looking in my direction, not a single readable expression on his face as we held eye contact. His gaze turned back to the television, completely unphased. 

Jisung leaned towards Minho, whispering something to him before his sentence was quickly cut off by a punch to the arm.

“Ya! No punching the injured one!” He sunk into himself, his hand nursing the spot on his arm where Minho had made contact.

“Have fun you guys! Behave!” Hyunjin waved us off with a smile as Jeongin turned me down the hall, hands on my back as he pushed me towards the door.

“Where are you guys taking me!?” 

“Shh. We said it's a secret, now go get in the car.” Jeongin grabbed a set of keys from the hooks, leading the two of us outside to see Felix eagerly waiting by the locked car. 

My eyes scanned the snow littered landscape as we drove closer to the city. Night had already started to envelope the streets, the occasional street light flashing above head. Jeongin pulled the car alongside the curb, placing it into park as he clapped his hands together with a smile as he shut off the ignition. 

“Alright! Let's go!”

“I still don't get any hints?” 

“Not at all.” Felix grabbed my hand, pulling me alongside him as I tried to hold my jacket tightly closed in front of me in an attempt to maintain any body heat in the chilly air,

We meandered down multiple alleys, our destination starting to feel like it didn't actually exist as we continued on. Jeongin must have purposely parked far away, trying to keep their surprise for as long as possible.

Jeongin took a sharp left as we exited the last alley, Felix still tightly secured to my side as I looked forward to what was ahead of us.

Twinkling lights were strung across the trees, creating a ceiling of light against the night sky. Multiple vendors lined the walkways and pedestrians for as far as the eye could see. A soft melody played from hidden speakers, welcoming us in.

A winter night market.

Felix giggled as he looked at me, taking in the scenery as a smile slowly tried to stretch across my cheeks. It was a magical sight to observe, everyone cheery and laughing together as their fingers grasped their cups of hot chocolate or their sugary confections. 

Jeongin stopped a few strides ahead of us, turning around to my frozen state as his eyes vanished behind his smile, arms opening wide. 

“Surprise!” 

Felix's hands found their place on my arms, rubbing them as if he was trying to transfer heat to me through the layers of my jacket.

“We need to get some cocoa!” He chirped, arms wrapping around me and giving a tight squeeze from behind. 

Jeongin stepped forward in agreement, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him, Felix following close behind.

As we stood in line at a kiosk, I turned around to take in more of our surroundings. Only now do I notice the large skating rink at the far end, full of groups skating side by side and the occasional fall. 

It had been years since I found myself at the holiday market, working nights definitely consuming my time and preventing me from attending. It must have been my childhood that I was last able to take in the joy that they held. 

Jeongin turned around, handing me a cup topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, a candy cane sticking out from the top of the sugary white mountain. 

I smiled with a thank you as I let my fingers wrap around the warm cup, bringing it to my lips and letting the flavors of chocolate and peppermint drench my taste buds. 

Felix giggled as I pulled the cup away, motioning with his finger to my lip before I licked away the remnants of the whip cream. 

“It's delicious, I don't even know the last time I had a quality cup of hot cocoa.” I turned to Jeongin with a grin “and the peppermint was a good choice, thank you” 

“We gotta keep you sweet somehow.” Jeongin reached an arm across my shoulders, pulling me close to him in a side hug. 

“I'm perfectly sweet as I am, thank you very much.” I let out a humored scoff, feigning offense. 

“Whatever you say, darling.” With a chuckle, Jeongin tapped the tip of my nose, before leading us down the walkway side by side. 

Booths lined the pathway as we continued on, an array stretching from street foods to hand crafted goods. Children hollered in front of the game booths, placing metaphorical bets against their siblings in lighthearted rivalry.

“Oh my god.” Felix abruptly stopped in his tracks, eyeing the hanging array of prizes above a particular booth. “I need it.”

My eyes followed his line of sight up to a long bodied pink animal pillow, before he ran up to the booth and wasted not a single moment before handing his money over to the teller to begin his game.

My head craned to the side as I tried to study the figure, eyes squinting in confusion.

“What even is that thing?” Jeongin slightly spoke down to me, also focused on the long pillow.

“I thought it was a bunny… But it’s got a pig nose… I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I but I need it!” Felix pointed back to us, eyes wide in determination. “He’s coming home with me!”

He juggled the ball in his one hand, focus pinned on the tower of bottles as he readied his aim. He grumbled in frustration as only the top few bottles fell with his throw, quickly digging into his pocket and handing over another dollar before attempting again. I watched as he tried time and time again, each throw leaving him short of leaving with his soon-to-be prized possession. 

“Com’on Felix, you know these are all rigged anyways.”

“Excuse me,” My eyes snap to a woman stepping up to us with a friendly smile, pointing down to the hot chocolate in my hand. “I’m so sorry to ask, but where did you get those?” 

“Oh!” I turned around in the direction we came, pointing back to the booth. “Right back there! I highly suggest you try it with the peppermint! It’s so good.”  

She grinned as I turned back to her, a soft thank you as she passed by us and down toward her own sweet treat.

Felix let out another long groan with the crashing of bottles. Jeongin stepped up behind him, trying to usher him away from the booth.

“Let’s go skate or something before you waste your entire wallet on this game.”

Jeongin outstretched his hand, his other firmly grasping the half wall, as he guided me over the threshold and onto the ice once we had finally donned our skates. My feet slipped beneath me as I tried to gain my footing, my hands tightly gripping into Jeongin’s arm as I steadied myself. 

As the uncontrollable sliding became manageable, I let my tight hold release as I tried to pull myself to the wall. Jeongin chuckled at my newborn deer-like state before Felix’s yelp caught our attention as he unsuccessfully made his way onto the ice, and not a moment later partially falling into the splits as he clamored.

I pushed myself from the wall, slowly gliding across the ice in his direction as I struggled not to keel over laughing. After hauling Felix back into a standing position, Jeongin slid up beside the two of us, holding his stomach laughing.

“At least she can help me while laughing instead of just watching me suffer.” Felix grumbled.

“Listen, I just wasn’t expecting you to come out here immediately flailing your arms like a baby chick.” 

Felix quickly proved to be no better once we began to make our way around the rink. Jeongin on the other hand was surprisingly stable as we progressed. In no way would you put him up for competition, but I would not have expected him to have been experienced on the ice to the point of looking comfortable.

My fingers slowly untied the laces secured around my ankles, leaning back on my hands as I kicked the skates off. Jeongin’s cackling beside me brought my eyes up, just in time to witness Felix clumsily sliding to the edge of the rink and falling forward once his skates hit the edge. 

“And he sticks the landing!” Jeongin cheered, doubling over in pain from his laughter. I shoved his arm lightly before pulling myself from the bench, trying to haul Felix’s body up out of the snow as he let out a dramatic holler. 

I bit my lip in an attempt to suppress my own laughter, settling Felix onto the bench beside Jeongin. Retrieving his lost beanie to his lap as he flipped his disheveled hair from his face.

“You realize you're supposed to stop before the curb, right?” A snicker finally escaped my lips, watching as he tried to settle his snow covered beanie back onto his head.

“They need to make it more visible. That was not my fault.”

“There's a reason he's usually not directly in battle, he's not the most graceful of the members.”

“Ya!” Felix hollered as his arms crossed his chest. “I wanna see any of you do what I do, especially when all of you break out in nervous hives at just the thought of scanning through my codes.” 

“That aside, give me my shoes. My socks are drenched and yes, I will be bitching about it for the rest of the night.” I struggled as I attempted to replace my boots back onto my feet over my wet socks. The quick thinking as I flung forward to assist Felix, created a momentary lapse in judgment that I was without shoes and about to trudge across the cold snow.

We continued on from our icy activities, on our journey back to the car as we wrapped up our night before Felix's eyes glistened at the sight of an elaborately lit up sign before us.

He stopped in his tracks, halting me next to him as his grip on my arm tightened. I followed his gaze to a tent beside us, a large sign reading FORTUNE TELLER posted above the entrance.

“We've got to go in.” He mumbled, eyes not straying from the tent.

“Seriously? It's all just a scam as they tell you the same mumbo jumbo that they repeat to everyone all night. Great riches are coming your way, your romantic life will flourish, danger is coming for you.” My fingers wiggled in the air, swirling the artificial magic around me. 

“Oh come on! It’s still fun to hear. And you never know, maybe they’re the real deal?”

I rolled my eyes as he tugged me forward, pulling the door flap to the side and dragging us into the dimly lit tent.

The psychic sat on the floor behind a small table in the middle, eyes closed with her palms resting on the surface. The candles in front of her barely illuminating her face from below as the rest of the tent sat in shrouded darkness.

Felix eagerly sat on the cushion in front of her, crossing his legs beneath him and leaning in. 

Her eyes slowly opened and met Felix's, a gentle smile growing before looking up to me still standing. Without a word she gestured to the cushion beside Felix, summoning me to begrudgingly sit down. 

I nervously settled into the seat, not quite sure why the atmosphere of the small tent left a knot deeply rooted in my stomach.

Her hand slowly reached forward, trying to take mine in hold, before I tried to dismiss her as gently as possible.

“Oh no, he's the one who wanted to visit you, thank you though.” I turned to Felix, who was motioning to her hand with his head, his eyes darting between mine and her palm. 

With a sigh I reached out, putting my hand in hers as she closed her eyes once more, taking a deep breath.

Still without a single word uttered, she released me, taking out a stack of cards and handing them to me.

“Shuffle.” 

At this point I figured it might just be easier to play along, being so quickly targeted not being in my original plan when stepping in. 

Felix's hands settled in his lap, intensely watching the cards as they transferred between my hands, before I handed them back to the woman. 

“Your energy was strong the moment you stepped in. You carry a powerful aura with you.”

I hummed in response, forcing a smile as I nodded along with her. The same line coming from her that she probably utters a millions times in one night.

“By the act of shuffling you've put your energy into the cards, and they're eager to give you the answers you seek.” She held the deck between her hands. “What would you like to ask the cards tonight, my dear?”

I stuttered as I tried to come up with a response, trying to look to Felix for any sort of guidance. 

“I'm sorry…” I look back at her hesitantly, “I've never done this before.” 

“No worries my dear.” She laid the cards out in a spread in front of us, slowly flipping over cards one by one. “We’ll just see what the cards would like to tell you then.”

Each flip of a card caused her to give soft hmm’s and ha's as she studied them, and I tried to press my lips together in an attempt to stifle a giggle.

"I see you've experienced great loss, a burden that you carry on your shoulders even now. You need to forgive yourself and those around you who are trying to share the load. It's the only way you will be able to conquer the shadows I see in your future. What's happened in your past will find its way back to you, and it will not be a pleasant reunion. It will take all your courage to confront it. And having those who love you near will make the process smoother.”

"Wow...um wow okay...aren't you supposed to just tell me to sell me some bs about loving myself or some tall dark handsome stranger is waiting for me just around the corner”

She gave a soft chuckle, pulling another card and flipping it face up.

“Hmm, handsome, yes. But not very tall.” She looked up to me with a sly grin, “Seems like he may be closer than you think though.”

“Ah yeah, okay there it is.” I patted my legs before rising, trying to make my exit before Felix reached up, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I stared down at him, “What? Like I said, it’s all just the same mumbo jumbo she tells everyone. You stay and get your fortune read, but I’m gonna go wait outside with Jeongin.”

Felix's quick shuffling to stand was clear as I pulled the tent flap to the side, giving thanks to the psychic and following me out.

Jeongin stood as he noticed us nearing again, head slightly tilting in confusion.

“You guys weren't in there very long?” 

“Nah, no need.” I crossed my arms across my chest, stopping just before the bench and turning to see Felix catching up to us.

“You're gonna brush that off? She just told you so much!” 

A scoff blended into a chuckle as I looked around the crowded plaza, a humored smile growing on my lips.

“I told you, she says the same thing to everyone. None of that was specific for me.”

“Oh com'on! Great loss? Your past will find its way back to you!?” Felix reached out, taking both my arms in his hands as he gently shook me. “HANDSOME MAN IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!?” 

“Lix, buddy. Don't look too far into this.” 

He pushed air through his teeth, the softest eish coming from him as he accepted defeat and crossed his arms. I playfully rolled my eyes, nudging my arm into his side and forcing it to wrap around his and pull him close. 

“Com'on, let's head home. It's getting late. We don't want Chan sitting in a chair in the dark corner waiting for us to walk in the door.” 

Felix laughed softly, nodding in agreement. I turned back with my other arm, linking it with Jeongin's and pulling him alongside me as we strolled back to the car. 

Shrugging my jacket from my shoulders, I placed it on its hanger and quickly started to rid myself of my boots. The uncomfortable wet feeling that grew between my toes being far too much to bare from my soaked socks. 

“I’ll be right there! I just need to get changed!” I called out to Felix and Jeongin as they made their way into the lit living room, Felix barely waving in response behind him.

“You guys went ice skating without me!?” Jisung’s voice rang out as I later entered the living room, freshly changed with new socks, his eyes big to accompany the dramatic pout on his lips.

“You can’t even skate right now! You’re still on crutches!” Hyunjin heckled as he settled a pillow into his lap, head falling back into the couch cushions.

“And yet I could still skate circles around you.”

“Oh please! It’s been years.” Hyunjin shot up, sending a glare in Jisung’s direction. “Do you really think I haven’t gotten better since then!?” 

“All I’m saying is maybe you should skate better.”

“Maybe you should shoot better!” Hyunjin chucked the pillow, hitting Jisung in the face and sending him falling backwards into Minho dramatically. 

“I doubt Seungmin even clears you before the end of the season for something like that.” Minho lifted the pillow from Jisung’s face, tossing it onto the couch beside him. 

“You’ll see! I’ll heal in no time and after that you’re on Hwang!” 

“So you guys just impulsively decided to go to the night market?” Minho settled himself into the couch, Jisung tucked snuggly beside him with a pout.

As I crossed to the couch, Jeongin pulled me down into the seat between him and Felix, pulling my back flush against his chest in a tight back hug.

“I told you, we had to take her on a date!”

Minho scoffed, picking up the remote and turning his focus to the television as he avoided eye contact with the three of us.

“What? You mad that they took her on a date before you?” Jisung squealed the moment the words left his mouth, quickly turning into a ball as Minho picked the pillow back up, attempting to nonchalantly smother it into Jisung’s face without pulling his attention from the screen. 

“Ohhh from that reaction I think we know the answerrrr.” Felix chimed, giggling as I struggled from Jeongin’s grip.

“Um, hi! Hello! You do remember I’m right here, right?” 

“You guys took her on a date and didn’t even get her flowers?” Hyunjin scoffed, crossing one leg over the other and arms across his chest. “Rookie move.”

“Oh my god, why didn’t you get her flowers!?” Felix’s head shot towards Jeongin, nudging his arm.

“ME!? The whole thing was your idea. Why is it my job to get the flowers?” 

“Just know that if I took you on a date you’d be greeted with flowers and chocolates.” Hyunjin scoffed in disapproval as he directed his attention away from us and back to the screen.

“Yeah and if I took you on a date it would have been a nice little picnic by the Han River! The Han Jisung at the Han River! You can’t beat it!”

“You guys act like I’m about to go on dates with everyone in the house, chill out.”

“You never know! Your secret lover is closer than you think” Felix nudged into my side, “So it very well could be one of us in the house!” 

“Secret lover?” Hyunjin’s brow arched, interest piqued.

“Yeah! Tell them all about your fortune!” Felix grew giddy at the resurfacing of the topic, still deeply rooted on the final statement of my reading.

Minho crossed his arms across his chest, poorly trying to act uninterested, and keeping his head facing the TV but the smallest of side eye in our direction as he tried to listen in.

“Oh please, I’m not going to repeat all of that nonsense.”

“Fine! I will!” Felix turned to Hyunjin, leaning in close. “We went to a fortune teller! And she said that y/n has a very handsome lover who might be closer than she thinks.” He decorated his last words with air quotes as he giggled gleefully.

“Huh, never took you for the fortune teller type.” Jisung chuckled.

“I’m not! He dragged me in there against my own free will!” The boys stared at me with doubtful glances, each looking as though they were attempting to suppress their giggles. “Okay, whatever. You all can keep debating the hypotheticals of me going on dates with each of you for whatever reason. I'm gonna go get ready for bed, I bid you goodnight!” 

I quickly hopped up from my seat, trying to quickly divert my way upstairs and away from whatever that conversation would be morphing into. 

I set my phone on the counter beside the sink, finding myself with a small smile as I settled in front of the mirror. 

Pulling my hair back from my face, I let the faucet run. Patiently waiting for the cold water to gain its heat as I washed my face. The unexpected venture away from the home had done more good than I expected, the exact push I had needed to put pain temporarily in the rearview and let a different emotion finally take the wheel.

As I leaned forward, dipping my hands into the water, my phone screen lit up. A text message scarcely legible. I rinsed away the last of the soapy residue and shut off the water, dabbing the towel across my face before finally picking up my phone and unlocking the screen.

Unknown: Little birds shouldn’t stray far from the nest.

My brows furrowed as I stared at the screen, trying to decipher who it may be who had sent the cryptic message, as I watched the tiny bubbles reappear at the bottom of the screen before another message came through, causing my stomach to drop.

Unknown: The peppermint was a good choice though.

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Vellichor X

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Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ Afab!reader Poly!SKZ

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drugging, alcohol, ptsd, sexual harrasment, mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, depictions of death and gore

The following day you were still awake as Chris woke up. He looked to see if any of his partners had woken up yet and found you staring blankly at the ceiling. Gently he reached over a sleeping Jeongin to place his hand on your arm. You jumped in shock, immediately sitting up while your youngest boyfriend grumbled in his sleep.

“C’mon baby, come lay with me?” The invitation sounded like heaven, you just wanted to feel safe from the images that chased away your sleep. You wanted to feel Channie’s arms as he held you close, he always felt so safe. You crawled around the feet of the fox-like boy between you and relaxed the second his arms made their way around you. “You didn’t sleep?” “No, kept seeing it.” “You still love us, honestly?” “Of course, I mean the image of it all is horrifying but you must really love me a lot to do all of that. And you guys are right, I was stupid to act so impulsively.” “Yes. But he really had it coming, even if you didn’t jump him. Not only did he try to steal from us. He also hurt your precious pup. Han was gonna kill him either way.” “I love you, really I do.” “We love you too princess. Now let’s get some sleep hmm?” “Yep”

Snuggled in his arms it really didn’t take long to fall asleep. You woke up in a new set of arms. But looking up from the chest before you, you found a sleeping squirrel. “Hannie” You tapped his nose. “Hannie” another tap, his nose twitched. “Hannie” you pressed a light kiss to his nose, he stirred “Hannie, wake up.” “No” “What if I kiss you?” “How many kisses?” “One for now but I owe you a makeout sesh, whenever you want.” “Deal.” “Where did Channie go?” “He went to help Minho make breakfast. I uh asked if I could hold you, I was scared you might think I’m a monster after what happened. But he said you just hated the images, that you only went to bed at 4. Said you still love us, love me.” “I do, I love you Hanji.” “You do realise your ours forever?” his eyes were glossy as he started sniffling. “Oh Hannie, no, don’t cry.” “No no no, its ok. I just I love you so much. So so much, I would do anything for you.” “Breakfast?”

You were met with the rest of your 8 boyfriends and a curled up Hextech. “Is he ok?” “Yeah, just some bruising. He’s quite amazing with his job.” Seungmin told you. “He’s the best puppy in the world.” You bent to stroke the sleeping dog. It seemed he was sluggish, Seungmin assured you it was just the pain meds the vet had given him. “Also, you’re wrong.” “Huh?” “I’m the best puppy in the world.” “No, you’re the bestest.” “HA, take that dog.”

Han brought you a plate of food and your meds, immediately seating himself beside you. “Gonna be with me all day?” “Yup, right at your side. We all are.” “I’m sorry I scared you all yesterday.” “Hey, it’s ok. Its behind us now, yeah?” Lix said as he sent you a bright smile. “Guess what boys!” Han said as the conversation died down. “What, kitty?” Minho said, genuinely interested in his sunshiny boy. “Y/n told me she loves me. She told me first.”

Chan grinned immediately while the rest of the boys grumbled and pouted at the news that they weren’t first. “No, I actually heard it first.” “What?” “He really did” you add nodding. “well, m still second.”

“I love you all. I love all my amazing crime-lord boyfriends.”

Suddenly in an entire 180 from his regular cute and innocent disposition, Jeongin fixes you with a panty-dropping smirk. “How much?” “What?” “You heard me, little pixie. How much?” “I wanna know too.” Changbin adds with a sexy glint flashing over his dark eyes. “Now boys, don’t overwhelm the little kitty. She’s still a virgin. Isn’t that right kitten?”

Your eyes shoot open, and a blush creeps up your neck at the words. You hide in Jisung’s chest as he giggles gently. “I think Minho’s right. Our pixie’s just so perfect. She waited for us, how sweet.” “Guess it’s a good thing we had those toys made; she’ll have to take some training. This is gonna be fun.”

Chan holds up a hand to interject, “Hold on, who says you’ll be having any fun at all? I’m her first, it’s only fair.” “Yeah, first to have her. That’s it, that’s all we agreed on. This is something entirely different.” “Okay, you’re right, fine.”

And then Jeongin jumps in, suddenly brazen at the idea of seeing his pixie in such a vulnerable state. “How about, we all get to prep her with our own toys, that way she knows how to take us the way we want. Like private tutoring. But nobody fucks her until Chan does.”

Chan sighs and gives in as the boys all buzz at the idea. “Ok, but I have her last, I’m gonna make you all wait. You’ll be so desperate by the time I get to her; you won’t be able to hold back. And with the way she came for us last time, our princess will love it rough.”

“Who’s first?” chimes a very fluffy Felix. How he ever found a hoodie so fluffy blew your mind. He looked like a baby chick. “Rock paper scissors.” “It’s always you suggesting, Ji, and it’s always you losing.” “Shut up and play, puppy”

It was decided that over the course of the next 2-3 weeks the boys would each have a turn to prep you. You sat idly by as they played rock paper scissors.

Monday – Minho

Wednesday – Hyunjin

Friday – Changbin

Sunday – Jisung

Tuesday – Felix

Thursday – Jeongin

Saturday – Seungmin

Monday – Chan

“Oh, I promised Hanji a makeout sesh whenever he wants it.” And then glares were fired off and a loud Han ran out of the room.

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