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kpop-imagines-247 · 6 years

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Violence is never the answer part 2 (Yesung x reader)

!!!!!Must read Part 1!!!!

Trigger warning: mentions of kidnapping and torture and mafias so please don’t read if you don’t like

A/N: Here is the long awaited part two. Young Jae is portrayed by the model Won Jong Jin. Thank you for encouraging me to write a part two to this imagine @lmaokpop and @artlebleu , and I hope you like it.

Previously:“We aren’t done yet.” Yesung says while grabbing my wrist.

“What else do you have to say, you have been off-ly quiet this whole time,” I say while roughly pulling my wrist from his grasp.

“If you think you know so much about integration why don’t you go and talk to the smart ass then.” He says slightly getting in my face. “In fact come on we are going to have a talk with little Young Jae right now.” He states while pulling me to the basement.

As I am pulled into the basement I hear the sound of groaning and a loud smack, it truly made my heart hurt. When I am in full view of Young Jae, what I see made me sick to my stomach. With tears in my eyes, I look at Yesung, silently pleading him to make Heechul stop with this cruel game.

“I’ll take it from here Heechul,” Yesung says while putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him from hurting the poor kid again. Heechul just nodes and walks out of the basement. Yesung looks at me with his arms crossed and tilts his head in the direction of Young Jae.

“Yesung, please go get me a first aid kit, a notepad, pen, and some water.” He looks slightly angry and scuffs while walking out of the basement.

When he is gone, I look over at Young Jae. Silently I walk towards him and gently take out the gag. Yesung comes back a minute later with Leeteuk and Heechul behind him as well as the items I asked for. I take the first aid kit from my husband and walk towards the boy, with an apologetic smile I grab a cotton pad and put some rubbing alcohol on it. “ I am so sorry but this will hurt a little,” I say while I gently dab the cotton pad on the boys cut when it makes contact with his skin he hisses and flinches.

After he is all cleaned up, I put away the first aid kit and grab the water bottle. Showing it to the boy he tilts his head back with his mouth open, As before I pour a little water into the boy's mouth. “Thank you.” He says in a hoarse voice, I just gently nod.

I then take the office chair and set it down in front of the boy. I sit and pull out my notebook and pen to see that Yesung, Heechul, and Leeteuk wrote down questions that I have to ask. Before I start with those I choose to learn more about Young Jae.

“So tell me, Young Jae how did a young kid like you get involved with the mafia?” I ask but instead of the answer, I am looking for I get another question in return.

“How did a pretty girl like yourself, end up with a mafia scumbag?”

I was about to reply when I heard Yesung angrily say. “You little shit, I will end you.” I see him in the corner of my start to walk towards us with Heechul and Leeteuk in tow.

I get up out of my seat and stand in front of Yesung while I gently put my hands out in front of me, to stop Yesung from getting any closer. When his chest come into contact with my hands I say to Heechul and Leeteuk. “You all need to leave you are all too intense, please get out.” Yesung just looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

“If he says anything to make you uncomfortable, press the red button on the desk, okay baby?” Yesung asks while gently cupping my face between his calloused hands. I just nod as he kisses my nose. When all of the guys leave I sigh and set down.

“Okay let’s start over, how did a young kid like you get involved with the mafia?” I ask again while getting my pen ready.

“My father is a mafia boss and they are using me to try to get under my father’s skin because he took a big deal right out from under their nose.” He says while I write down everything he is telling me.

“And your father, where is he hiding?” I ask while grabbing an apple slice and allowing Youngjae to eat.

“He is hiding in a small warehouse in Jeju island.” Nodding I write it down.

“Okay, who is going to be involved with you next deal?”

“Seventeen.” Shocked I write that down.

“Alright last question, then I will bring you some better food. What is your dad planning next.”

“He is planning to take SuJu down, he said that he was going for the weakest point, then start to work his way into your territory, he also said something about an ambush.”

“Alright, thank you, Young Jae, I will go get you some better food,” I say while closing my notebook.

I walk out of the basement and see all the boys eating, with a cocky smirk I drop the notebook on the table while saying. “ I told you kindness got you a whole lot further, granted he could be a really good liar, but I got more information that could be true then you have.” I say while looking at Yesung I hear a chorus of ‘ohhs’ while walking into the kitchen and grab some rice and chicken. I start to walk toward the basement I am stopped by a voice. “Why are you going back in there, you already proved your point,” Yesung asks.

“I promised the kid food, now if you will excuse me,” I say while walking into the basement to see YoungJae looking at the ground.

“I brought back Chicken and Rice, I hope that is okay?” I ask and I see him nod. Smiling I feed him the food.

“I will see to it that you are returned to your home very soon,” I say after the food is all gone.

“Thank you, but you never answered my question.” The boy says while shifting his feet.

“What question?” I ask.

“How did a pretty girl like yourself, end up with a mafia scumbag?” He asked with real curiosity in his eyes.

“Believe it or not my husband is actually pretty fair and kind that is what made me fall in love with him. I met him because of my brother, at first I didn’t know that they were in the mafia, I figured that out after the wedding. The boys got ambushed and came to my house badly injured so I stitched them up and demanded the truth.” I answer honestly.

“Wow, so they hid it from you. One more question why did/do you stay?” He asks

“I stay because I love my husband to death, even though we are at each other's throats sometimes, I-I don’t want to think of what my life will be like without him in it.”

“That is the type of love I inspire to have, I never got your name.” Young Jae replies

“My name is Y/n, but that isn’t really important.”

“Yes it is, now I can thank you…so thank you Y/n for showing me kindness in a setting that normally wouldn’t have it, thank you for going out of your way to help me. I will never forget what you have done for me, and I owe you a huge favor.” Young Jae says sincerely

Smiling I nod to him once and walk out of the basement, “Yesung” I call out to my husband.

“Yes love?” he asks while gently pulling me into a tight embrace.

“I want you guys to return Young Jae to where he belongs, right this instant,” I demand.

“Yes my love, I will see to it that is done right away.” He replies while signaling some of the boys down to the basement.

Always remember ladies the king may make all the rules and hold power over everyone else, but the QUEEN is the only one who holds all the POWER over her KING.

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vmsvalen · 5 years

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Me: Mafias are bad, I would never date a mobster. Fuck'em.

Fanfic autor: This is a mafia AU where _insert random idol name_ is a cold hearted mobster in the streets but your sweet boyfriend in the sheets.

Me:

#true story #mafia au #mafia #kpop #monsta x #bts #exo #vav #nct #shinee #super junior #got7

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obsessedwithbbandsuju · 4 years

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Faker | Prologue

Kpop Mafia!AU – YG and SM have been rivals for a good many years, but Yang Hyunsuk and Lee Sooman have both agreed to take the option that seems entirely implausible to everyone working under them: an alliance. And it will have to be sealed with something meaningful.

Warnings: Violence, smut

Pairing: Park Jungsoo/Son Taeyeon

“So these are all the children you’ve managed to find this month?” Hyunsuk asked, all the while not even bothering to look at the man at whom the question was directed. Instead, his sharp gaze swept over the children. The building wasn’t terribly fancy, nor was it something that would be considered fit for children, but after feeding, clothing, and letting them bathe, the children that they had brought in didn’t seen too unhappy. Still, the smarter, more experienced ones – the majority of the children, as most of the others had likely died already – continued to glance around warily. The ones that wouldn’t have survived if they’d been left out there much longer were already starting to loosen up, looking around with expressions of curiosity.

“For the most part, sir. There’s one more,” the man explained, and it was only then that Hyunsuk bothered to fix his eyes on him.

“Where?”

“She’s upstairs, sir. Room farthest down the hall.”

“Didn’t come down with the others?” These types of children tended to do what other children around them did. Safety in numbers, and it was difficult for them to trust adults.

“No, sir. She stayed completely still while the other children were being brought downstairs. One of our staff asked her if she wanted to come down. She said no.”

Without another word, Hyunsuk left the children to climb the stairs to the second floor. As he had expected, they would all be fairly useful in being trained as low or middle-ranking members of YG. The vast majority of the children brought in were.

He reached the second floor and walked down the long corridor to the room at the end. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack he could see the back view of a young girl. She was sitting on a stool near the back of the room, swinging her legs.

Hyunsuk almost walked away. Swinging her legs – there was no way she could even have any type of common sense if she was relaxed enough to be swinging her legs in a situation like this. But, reminding himself that there was more to this girl than met the eye – there was more to every human than met the eye, after all – he opened the door further.

The girl looked up at him as he approached. She had straight black hair that reached her shoulders and pale skin. As her eyes, large and pale hazel with a hint of grey, settled on him, Hyunsuk almost paused in his tracks. Almost.

Even for a child who had grown up on the streets, her stare was different. It was observant – calculating. Sizing him up, gauging his intentions, estimating the danger that he posed.

It was a very excellent foundation for a member of YG, one that usually didn’t come around until about age thirteen or fourteen.

“Hi.” Hyunsuk kept his voice friendly.

“Hi.” Now that he was closer, he could see that the girl was working on a puzzle. The box lying next to it revealed that it was a thousand pieces in total, all of which were complete solid black. The puzzle itself was a little over two-thirds complete. Hyunsuk was surprised.

“Did you do this?” he asked. The girl nodded.

Hyunsuk examined her carefully for a few more seconds, his conviction growing stronger by the minute.

“What’s your name?”

She gave him another brief evaluation, clearly deciding if she should tell him or not. If he intended to hurt her in any way. He didn’t.

“I don’t have one.” The reply was matter-of-fact. Hyunsuk couldn’t tell if she was being honest or not, but he could tell if the fact mattered to her. And it didn’t. She wasn’t trying to fool him out of any attachment to a name she might have, if she did have a name. She might really not have one, or she might have one, but if she did it was one that she didn’t care about.

“How old are you?”

“Seven.”

Seven years old and this. Hyunsuk had no more doubts. He nodded, pulling out the seat next to her and settling in it. The girl turned back to her puzzle, and it took her only a few seconds to determine the location of another piece. She slid it in, and it clacked into place.

“I’m going to adopt you,” he said, deciding that it was best to tell her as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it. The girl gave no reaction whatsoever. She didn’t even look at him; her gaze stayed firmly fixated on the puzzle pieces. Gingerly, she picked up another one and set it into its spot.

“Don’t you care?”

“I do, a little bit.” It was almost alien that she was so sincerely telling the truth. “But I’m not really surprised. I can’t imagine what else you would want with kids.”

Interesting. Her assessment had some flaws, but for her age, her unruffled demeanor alone was remarkable. Hyunsuk decided to test her further. “I could want to carve open their bodies and use them in the organ trafficking market,” he said. The girl looked away from the puzzle, only two pieces left until it was finished, and focused on him.

“Unless you were especially an asshat, I don’t see why you would feed them, give them clothes, and wash them.”

“You’re right,” Hyunsuk conceded. “Unless I was a particularly gleeful sadist, I probably wouldn’t.”

“What’s a sa-dist?” A gleam of interest appeared in her hazel eyes. It was the most passionate reaction that he’d seen out of her so far.

“Someone who really enjoys hurting others.” Hyunsuk leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. She seemed intensely pleased to have learned the word, mouthing it to herself a few times over.

“You know,” he said, “I could have been a pedophile. Washing and feeding and clothing these children because I want to doll them up for myself.”

As opposed to her curious reaction to the word ‘sadist’, it was clear that the girl understood exactly what a pedophile was. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed together in a grim line, and her brows dipped in an expression of revulsion. “That’s disgusting.”

“It is,” Hyunsuk agreed. “But don’t worry; you’re right, I’m not gathering children for that. You were correct, actually. Even though you didn’t think of the possibility that I might be fattening the kids up for myself, did you?”

“How do I know you’re not lying now?” Her tone was guarded; suspicious. It looked like the thought of pedophiles had stirred some warning in her. Hyunsuk wondered if, at her level of repulsed disdain, she’d had firsthand experience with them. The thought, while not impossible or even unlikely – she was a child growing up on the streets, after all – was unsettling. He had been in the underground and the illegal scope long enough to know that there were plenty of pedophiles about in the world, but he wanted nothing to do with them, nor would he want her or any child to have anything to do with them, either.

“Do you think I’m lying?” Hyunsuk asked sincerely, meeting her eyes. She stared at him for a long while, brows furrowed together in concentration. It must have been at least one minute until she leaned back slightly, her observations done.

“No.” She still looked uneasy, but her answer was confident. “You’re not.”

She was healthily wary but still seemed to believe in her instincts, which was a good sign. Hyunsuk was certain now in his decision of adopting her. He’d be damned if he let this untapped well of potential go.

“My name’s Hyunsuk. Yang Hyunsuk.”

She didn’t say anything, but she looked thoughtful. Finally, her mouth opened. “Hi.”

It seemed pointless, but it was endearing in some vague way. He returned the greeting.

“If you’re going to adopt me, are you going to name me?” the girl asked. She had returned to swinging her legs. “You can’t refer to me as ‘you’ forever.”

“You’re right.” It didn’t surprise Hyunsuk that she’d taken that initiative. “Let’s give you a name first. Is there something you’d prefer?”

“Not really. Do what you want. Just don’t make it something weird.”

Amused at her childish stipulation, Hyunsuk sat back, thoughtful. He wasn’t going for something deep or meaningful; he just wanted to give her a name that was fitting for her.

“Taeyeon? How is that?”

“That’s pretty.” There was a note of satisfaction in the girl’s voice. Her eyes seemed to brighten, despite her honest claim that she didn’t really care about not having a name – it seemed that now that she had experienced having one, she liked it. “I like it.”

“Then that’s what we’ll call you.” Hyunsuk stood. “I’ll go speak to Jaehyuk about adopting you. It won’t take long.”

“Okay.” Taeyeon turned back to her puzzle, her focus shifting entirely from him to entirely on it. She seemed to have a good attention span on top of everything he had noticed about her; an untapped well of potential indeed. He didn’t know what luck brought him to Taeyeon out of all the children in the world, or if it was just pure dumb luck, but in any case he intended to do as much as he could with her.

After a ten-minute talk with Jaehyuk, for all intents and cares, Hyunsuk had adopted Taeyeon. He took her hand and led her from the building.

“You’ve adopted me,” Taeyeon spoke from her perch in the backseat, the seatbelt pulled snugly across her waist and chest, “but I don’t think I’m your daughter.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know. It’s just not the impression I’m getting.”

Hyunsuk looked back at her and smiled. “Your instincts are correct, Taeyeon.” He had suspected she was sharp, and she just kept proving it to him. “I have adopted you, but you’re not my daughter. You can still call me ‘Father’, though, if you want.”

“Okay then.” The smile she sent his way was surprisingly innocent. “Father.”

The kid was waking up, his lanky limbs moving feebly and his head groggily turning to the side. Sooman watched intently as his subject of interest struggled to open his eyes. The boy couldn’t have been more than fifteen years old, with a youthful face and a thin, gangly body. Despite all that, the dark brown eyes that fixed on Sooman in alarm held an unusual amount of pessimism. Not the childish pessimism of a budding adolescent thinking the world was unfair for not going exactly his way, but the grown, jaded pessimism of an adult who had experienced too much hardship in too little time and knew exactly how cruel and without mercy the world was. The impression was only heightened by the ugly purple bruise decorating his neck, splayed across the pale, wet skin, dark and painful. There were thin, elongated blotches in the structure of the bruise that resembled finger marks. Sooman’s eyes narrowed, just the slightest bit.

The boy scrambled into a sitting position, the mud and grime of the garbage dumpster he was leaning against staining his face, hands, and clothes. Sooman didn’t move; any sort of movement could startle the kid, make him bolt. And while it wouldn’t be too difficult to catch him, it was also inconvenient.

“Who are you?” The kid was trying to sound tough, but it was obvious how spooked he was. His voice – on the higher, lighter pitch of the spectrum, but then again he didn’t seem to have gone through puberty yet – trembled, and he pulled his knees up to his chest in an instinctual defensive mechanism. Now that he was awake he seemed even younger; Sooman revised his opinion. No older than thirteen.

“My name’s Sooman. What’s yours?” He kept his tone open, casual, but not too friendly. If the kid felt that he was trying to butter him up, it would be harder to approach him.

A searching stare. Hesitation. Resolution of the dilemma. “J-Jungsoo.”

“And why are you sleeping out here, Jungsoo? It’s wet and cold, and I’m sure you’d prefer a variety of other places before this one.” He didn’t expect Jungsoo to answer him honestly, whatever the boy’s honesty consisted of. If he did, he would be an idiot.

Jungsoo didn’t disappoint him. “I… I come here often. I just fell asleep this time.” While the lack of honesty was all-too-plain, Sooman still approved. The child had hit good points – made sure not to give an answer that would imply he was vulnerable or not used to this place, because anyone with harmful intentions would exploit uncertainty. It was clear that Jungsoo had had that in mind in his answer, even though his delivery was less than stellar.

“So you’re homeless? No one with a home would come here often.” There was nothing to come here for. It was just a dumpster in a dark alleyway. Maybe there were some very peculiar people who liked the grime and the stench, but Jungsoo didn’t strike him as someone like that. Besides, he already knew that the kid was lying.

Jungsoo hesitated, something like conflict in his eyes. “I’m not.” That was his answer, but it seemed to lack the resolve of an honest, sincere one. Sooman arched an eyebrow, curious.

“And yet you’re here. And come here often, apparently.”

Jungsoo nodded feebly. It was clear that the boy knew he was walking right into a verbal trap, and he could say nothing that was plausible and convincing without contradicting what he’d said earlier. Still, Sooman had to admit that there was a lot of potential here. He had run into plenty of troubled adolescents during his time in the underworld, but not many were as sharp in gauging the safety of the situation as this Jungsoo was. He’d make a good asset.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything unpleasant going on at home?”

Jungsoo gasped – well, it was more like he sucked in a breath between his teeth too fast for his lungs to handle. “No. No. Nothing like that.”

The lie was obvious. Not only because the boy’s voice was rushed and slightly panicked, but because of that bruise that splotched over his otherwise pale neck, protrusions that resembled finger marks once again catching Sooman’s eye. It looked exactly like a grown man had grabbed Jungsoo by the neck in some kind of anger.

And Sooman had been watching the boy for some time now. Well, not directly, but ever since that day a few months ago that he’d accidentally come across Jungsoo kneeling in an alleyway and sobbing, his arms wrapped around himself as he rocked back and forth without even paying attention to all the trash and muck surrounding him, he’d ordered a man to gather what information he could about him and bring it back. Nothing too invasive, like breaking into his home; just when he left his house, which was a tiny, rather run-down apartment complex towards the outskirts of the area.

And according to what information he’d gotten, Jungsoo was nowhere near as carefree as a kid his age should be. Apparently, it was rather often that he came running out of the apartment as if he’d rather be anywhere else in the world. Apparently, it was rather often that he skulked in alleyways and streets for hours at an end. Apparently, it was rather often that when he dashed down the street away from his home, a man would lumber out of the apartment and shout threats and abuse in his direction, waving his fists angrily.

It was obvious the kinds of conditions he lived in. And while Sooman didn’t consider himself anyone’s benefactor or SM a charity, he had good reason for wanting Jungsoo to join the ranks. And Jungsoo had pretty good reason for agreeing to.

“Your father?” Sooman asked calmly. He made sure to keep any emotion at all from his tone, to avoid setting off any reaction from the kid.

It seemed to work at least a little. Jungsoo’s body curled, his legs pulling inward towards his chest and his arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders, but otherwise, there was no particular flaring up. “W-what did you say? Have you – have you been watching me?”

“I have,” Sooman admitted. No use denying it. “Your father is disgusting; that’s undeniable. No one should have to live like that.” It wasn’t like his words were entirely untrue, because he did feel genuinely sympathetic for anyone who was faced with abusive parents, but they weren’t words he’d be saying to just anybody. He was saying them to Jungsoo, sympathizing with him, because he wanted to kid to join SM, and playing on his unfortunate situation was probably the best way to convince him to do so.

Jungsoo’s eyes wavered.

“If you want,” continued Sooman, seeing plainly that what he was saying was having the intended effect, “then I can help you.”

The kid wiped at his eyes frantically, as if he could tell he was about to tear up and cry but didn’t want to in front of anyone. It didn’t seem like the immature ego of a teenager wanting to appear touch, but the desperation of an adult who knew any sign of weakness could be preyed on by strangers. “Why should I trust you?” he asked quietly.

“It’s an opportunity.” Jungsoo stared at him in confusion, so Sooman elaborated.

“It’s an opportunity to escape from your father. Do you think you’ll find a better chance than this? Someone offering to help you? If you can’t take this opportunity, do you think you’ll ever find it in yourself to get away from him?”

“But for all I know you’re not even giving me that opportunity,” Jungsoo challenged. He sounded a bit shaky, like he wasn’t used to tiptoeing his way around logic games – which made sense, considering his physically violent father. “You could be planning to just sell me. Or to––” He shuddered, and Sooman didn’t need words to know what possibility the boy was thinking of. It irritated him to even be looked at with the possibility of being trash like that, but it was only expected for a kid in Jungsoo’s situation.

“Do you think that’s what I’m planning to do?” he asked, meeting Jungsoo’s eyes. The adolescent flinched, but held his gaze.

“I – I… don’t know.” Well. If Jungsoo was openly admitting to not knowing something, admitting to an uncertainty, an insecurity, to him, then it was a sign that he was opening up. It was faster than Sooman had expected it to take, but then again, when your father hit you and beat you, maybe you were quick to cling on to other people, even unconsciously.

“Of course you don’t. You’d never know for sure.” Sooman made sure to keep his voice quiet and soothing. “But what do you think?”

Jungsoo hesitated, his gaze flicking over him warily. It must have been a good fifteen seconds before the boy spoke again. “I don’t think that’s what you’re planning to do.”

“If that’s what you think, then trust your instincts,” Sooman advised – sincerely, because that was almost all that he’d been doing for the past decade and a half. Trusting his instincts not to fail him. He wasn’t dead yet, so he must have been doing something right. He knew it was a gigantic leap for Jungsoo to even begin to consciously put any trust in him, but if he wasn’t willing to take risks like this then he would never be able to advance – and that meant he was pretty much worthless.

Jungsoo hesitated again. His eyes wavered as he stared at Sooman, as if he was trying to look into his mind and puzzle out if he was truly being honest, or if he had harmful intentions. He breathed in shakily. His lower lip trembled. His hand reached up to rub subconsciously at the angry purple bruise on his neck – the one that his father had left.

“…How will you help me?”

Pleased, Sooman leaned back a little, the tension of Jungsoo’s imminent decision dissipating. “For starters,” he said, “I’m going to get you away from your father.”

Jungsoo was silent as a statue and even stiller. There was a mix of hope, eagerness, terror, sadness, and resentment in his dark eyes that was, admittedly, heartbreaking. No teenager should have to feel like this about leaving his only remaining family.

“How?” he finally asked. “Who are you, anyway?”

“My name’s Lee Sooman,” Sooman introduced himself. “And for starters, you need to come with me. Don’t worry about your father anymore; I’ll take you to a place where he can never get you.” He offered Jungsoo his hand to help him get to his feet, and, just as he’d expected, the teenager didn’t immediately take it. Instead, he stared at the outstretched limb, uncertainty once again coloring his gaze. Sooman didn’t blame him, but he also didn’t have all the time in the world.

“Trust your instincts, Jungsoo.”

Jungsoo took a deep breath. His lower lip trembled again, and Sooman thought the boy might burst into tears – but Jungsoo’s eyes hardened. He reached up and took the hand.

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archive-sugamoom · 4 years

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Sup guys! I'm planning on writing a Johnny fanfic..

It will be a Mafia/Medical AU 👀

Please look forward (to whenever that is)

It will have a shitton amount of idols.

#fanfic #johnny suh #nct johnny #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #mafia au #medical au #exo #super junior #nct x reader #johnny x reader #shinee

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haveanotherkpopblog · 3 years

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Mafia!Super Junior Reacts to Being Betrayed by Undercover!S/O

Requested by @2ya2yao

Park Jungsoo/Leeteuk-

He’s hurt. He couldn’t quite believe that the supposed love of his life could betray him like this. He won’t hurt you because he loves you, but he’ll never make that same mistake twice.

“How could you?”

Kim Heechul-

Furious doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels. You were supposed to be by his side through everything, and then to betray him like this? He’ll never forgive you.

“Mark my words, you’ll pay for this.”

Kim Jonghoon/Yesung-

There’s no expression on his face, but in his eyes? He’s furious. People think he’d be really emotional, but he’s just mad he wasn’t able to see through you.

“You were good, a little too good.”

Shin Donghee/Shindong-

He replays everything in his head, trying to see if there was any way he should have been able to see through your facade. He’d replay every moment you spent together, trying to find anything to know if it was ever real.

“Was everything a lie to you? Was nothing real?”

Lee Hyukjae/Eunhyuk-

He’s mad. He’ll break everything in sight, scream, and do anything to try and ease the pain. Nothing works, so he turns his eyes on you, heartbreak and murder in them.

“You haven’t heard the last of this. I WILL see you again.”

Choi Siwon-

He’s in shock, and just becomes emotionally numb to everything. He had his men look into you, how did they not find this? There were so many things he needed and wanted to do, but he couldn’t wrap his head around anything.

“I just… don’t understand. Why?

Lee Donghae-

He’s sad. He really cared about you. He’d even considered leaving this life for you. But then you go and betray him like this? There’s one big hole in his heart that may never be filled again.

“I loved you. Why couldn’t you love me back?”

Kim Ryeowook-

Another sad puppy. He didn’t think, that out of anyone close who could betray him, it would be you. He thought you were each other’s happily ever after.

“Don’t. Just leave me here to die.”

Cho Kyuhyun-

He just wants answers. How did this happen? Why did it happen? Was anything ever real? His head is swimming and he feels like he’s drowning.

“Just make it all stop!”

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guccitaehyung · 4 years

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Guide to KPOP

I created an Instagram account for my personal project for school. It would be nice if you checked it out. Thw username is: @guidetokpop.pp2309 I explained everything there. Thanks!

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wild-rose-brair-and-holly · 5 years

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Clawed Duty Ch. 1

Clawed Duty- Hybrid!Au

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Chapters: Ch1, Ch2

Alexandria was having a bad day. She’d woken up late, and so she decided to skip her morning workout, and head straight to work, something that was already making her stress. There was a traffic on the main road, which had caused her to walk into work on the hour. Alexandria’s work was in the Maximoff Company building- the old print works located on the banks of the local river. The building itself was a mixture of old and new. Old brickwork, new glass extensions. Cast Iron Victorian gates, with top notch security system. It emulated Maximoff company, the right combination of old and new.

As she walked into the reception, Alexandria put on a smile nodding as she was greeted by the Jean the blonde red streak haired secretary.

“Good Morning Ms Kotrova.” Jean greeted, launching into professional mode almost the second Alexandria walked through the door.. “You’re 9’o’clock meeting has been pushed back to 9:15 so that Mr McGraffe and Jeff Hankins can both make it on time, there has been an accident-”

“On the main road. Yes. I’m aware.” She interrupted. “What about my 10’o’clock? With Marshal and Co.?”

Marshal and Co. was perhaps going to be a strong business partner for Maximoff Company. However, everything depended on whether or not Mr McGraffe was genuine about his proposal. Either way, it was down to Alexia to decide whether either partner was going to be of value to the company.

“That is still on as planned. However they are aware about the possible overlap. Allwood will be on standby, in case the meeting doesn’t finish in time.”

Allwood, was one of Alexandira’s department supervisors. Competent, clever and quick. The perfect mediator for whilst Alexandria wrapped up the rest of the Marshal meeting. Her smile morphs into a grin, somewhat satisfied at the professional approach Jean had taken. It placated the other company, with the knowledge that the business still valued the meeting, but it also prepared them for a delay.

“Nicely handled. I’ll be in my office, buzz me when they arrive and I’ll head to meeting room L.” And with that Alexia began to turn, making her way to the elevator.

“Third floor? No problem. Your afternoon is then free until 4. Then it’s the HR meeting about pay, as well as company assets.”

What?

This stops Alexandria in her step, causing her to turn back. What HR meeting? The meeting was not something that she had been informed about much and in fact it had come as a complete shock that this meeting was today, considering few people had actually mentioned it.

“Company assets? Like the company car?” After all Alexia couldn’t think of what assets the company could possibly consider important enough to have a meeting on.

Jean winces slightly, uncomfortable with the topic, she brushes her already perfect hair back, and after a brief mental debate responds.

“No, as in the company Hybrids.”

Hybrids.

Jean’s otherwise perfect professional face screwing into something of a scowl was something that Alexia couldn’t help but find funny. However, the amusement quickly dissolves as she begins thinking on things more.

“Assets.” Alexandria huffs through her teeth, her improving mood suddenly vanishing. “Who’s running it this time? And what’s there target?”

“Kieth Franks is running the meeting, he’s disagreeing with how some of corporate are using the company Hybrids. He believes that the company is abusing their access to them.” Jean clarifies eyes looking anywhere but at Alexia.

Thinking on it a bit more, Alexia realised that she actually had no idea what Hybrids were doing as part of the company, in fact, in all the reports she’d received from her predecessor, nothing had ever mentioned the use of Hybrids within the company.

“How many company Hybrids do we have?” Surely there couldn’t be more than two or three. The company had little need for them really and it was stupefying to think that there was anymore than a few.

“Sixteen.” Jean’s response is automatic, clearing having been reading up on the internal conflict, and it made Alexia stall, looking at the receptionist with such confusion that Jean swallowed.

“Six…teen? What exactly is their role in the business?”

“They’re main duties are to escort partners and new clients around and ensure they are satisfied with the business.” Once more Jean’s reply is so quick and in such an indisputable tone, that Alexia couldn’t believe this was something that she had never come across, in the year that she had taken over the roll.

Alexandria inspects Jean’s face slowly. Sixteen company Hybrids that she had no idea even existed. So that meant something was definitely amiss. Jean knew though, and clearly several company figures knew too. Otherwise Keith wouldn’t have called the meeting. Something wasn’t right.

“Send me the last three reports on their roles in the company. I’ll read them between my break in meetings. Forget buzzing my office, I’m going to head straight to the meeting room.”

And with that, Alexandria entered the lift, and pressed the 3rd floor button. As the doors shut, she gives Jean a small nod. Something was amiss in her company, and she was going to get to the bottom of it….

If only Alexandria knew what was to come.

Masterlist

Chapters: Ch1, Ch2

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blueparadis · 2 years

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━━━━━━━ “Love like fools” ━━━━ ft. Izana Kurokawa

〜 content & warnings: Arrange marriage au + mafia au, mention of alcohol, soft lovemaking, first kiss, super fluff, childhood friends to lovers, subish Izana, switch reader, mature language,mention of Manjiro, Emma; wc ~ 1k

〜 notes: this is a part of the first kiss collab hosted by @fuwushiguro | navigation links .

〜 tags: @underratedcharactercorner

“Fuck, I'm so tired!”, Izana sighs throwing back his head back watching the crescent moon through his droopy eyes.

“Yeah, no doubt”—Manjiro exclaims with a neutral tone while pouring the whiskey. “I mean all you did today was to seal the deal”

He offers the glass to Izana who actually bothered to cock his head at his brother, eyebrows congested, hands spread wide along with the headrest of the settee, legs stretched & rested upon the table.

That's right Izana did nothing, more like he was unable to do anything when he was asked to marry you. How could he decline such an opportunity, especially when it would expand bonten’s business? The marriage wasn't the problem, it was you.

Izana sips his whiskey staring at the clock and then exclaiming lazily, “Would she be mad I paid her a visit before the marriage ceremony?” shifting his eyes to Manjiro, eyes narrowing as he patiently waits for his answer.

Manjiro rests his chin on his hand lips slightly curved at the corner before he takes another sip. Izana sits upright saying, “I — AM — WAITING”, with a drop of his bold tone at the fall of each word. His brother smiles lightly asking, “Has she ever got mad at you?”

Izana sinks in his memories; of course, he couldn't remember a single instance of you being mad at him but marriage? Marriages that are nothing but a mere alliance are never fertile and that scared him, scared him thinking about how he would lose hope in his life. “Probably”, Izana says biting onto his lower lip and adjusting his watch. “Stop sulking and just visit her already”, Manjiro adds thinking just like him you must be nervous too.

Humming a tune, going through the rusty pages of the album your attention deviated outside. The gush of cold wind nuzzled against your luscious skin adorning it with goosebumps. Your face lit up with a smile noticing a familiar pair of hands on the window sill.

“Can’t you come in p-r-o-p-e-r-l-y?”, your pitch was so high in the excitement that as soon as Izana jumped into your room his fingers went straight up to his lips. “Shhhh!”, he hissed.

Getting out of the bed, clustering the frills of your thin nightgown you rushed towards the window. A little peek in here and there as you asked, “Where’s Junior Sano?” Izana who was busy watching you, your curvy body, your exposed neckline through your nightgown, that pendant he gifted you making you more beautiful than before, lips that wouldn't shut up for a second: oh how he would love to shut you up with a kiss was gradually sinking in your warmth & affection.

“When have I ever visited you coming properly that I'm gonna do it now?”, he adds with a cocky smile crossing one leg up on the other, balancing his body on the weight of his palms leaning away a bit.

It's been a while since he hasn't dropped for a visit. For him, it's unusual to come in the middle of the night. “What’s up with you today?”, you asked adjusting yourself on the bed taking the family album in your lap.

“Ah nothing just wanted to see you!”, you scoffed at his words while he slid beside you.

“hey, Zana look at this picture. We were so little back then! Emma looks so adorable wearing that flower crown...

Your eyes were on the photo while his was on yours. You're not at all nervous around him despite the fact you are to be wedded to him next week. Izana doesn't want to ruin, this knot of childhood memories by tainting it with mafia black blood.

Izana placed his palm over yours while the other went behind your waist and now his face was close to your neckline. “Zana looks at you...” you tilted your face towards his noticing how close he was to you. His eyes immediately shifted to the photo as he continued, “this was the time when we first met”, he adds.

You realized your racing heartbeats as you became aware of his cold skin against your warmth while he shifted his gaze towards you. Breaths hitting each other’s face, lips parted, inches apart. Those lilac orbs stared at your lips as he interlaces his fingers within yours. “what’re you doing ’Zana?

“Shhh!” and as he leans, you shift a little earning a “hmph” from him. So, he slips his cold hands under your nightgown squeezing your waist muscles while taking your dry lips in his: softly and slowly sucking. You feel his hands skimming upwards but he stops before touching your boobs breaking the kiss.

You immediately try to get out of his range but fail miserably. He swiftly pulls you in between his legs locking his arms over your belly button. “Wanted to do that for a long time”, he whispers resting his head on your shoulders breathing long inhales.

You cursed yourself for feeling your pulsating clit fold as his hands sinks down near your inner thighs. Izana exhales deeply curling his hands around your waist. “wha-st’s wrong?” you ask while he rests his chin on your shoulders softly saying in your ears, “It’s just your father; he wouldn't be very happy to know I paid a visit before our marriage.”

You could feel him smiling. His hands cupped your naked breasts making your body arc as you threw your head over his shoulders moaning breathlessly. He places you on the bed gently tucking his hand underneath your back. You still couldn't meet his gaze and he understood it perfectly as you played with the hem of his white shirt humming a tune.

He plops over your body giggling merrily saying, “I thought you'd be more nervous than me” and of course, you wanted to hide it from him but these exploding emotions wouldn't simply fade. Izana kisses your cheeks and then asks,

“First, where would you want to go after we're wedded?”, looking at you. Your palms on his chest as you start speaking, “You know father never took me anywhere, so, I can basically go anywhere you’d take me. I'm sure he wouldn't like it but wouldn't mind either. And Oh! do you think Manjiro and Emma can come with us?”

As you paused he smiled thinking how foolish of him to think you'd get annoyed by him as he kisses your forehead.

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k-p-p-d · 7 years

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Table Manners (M)

Summary: Seungri isn't the best at minding his manners...

Warnings: mentions of sexual content, mentions of blood, mentions of violence

Length: +/-3900

Previously...

Tension was high as bodies buzzed throughout the club. The construction crew were hurriedly scrambling to finish up the last projects lest Seokjin rip them new ones again. The wait staff was busy heeding every word spoken by the statuesque man as Seokjin instructed them on how to interact with guests and how to de-escalate any sticky situations between certain guests. Namjoon was holed up in their shared office finalizing details for a special project that popped into his head, refusing to share his idea with anyone except the construction foreman. Hoseok was at the bar with Jungkook and Jimin, the trio working closely with the bar staff to perfect the clubs signature drinks.

Jimin took a large sip of the drink in front of him and swirled the vivid blue liquid around his mouth before speaking, “This one is quite delicious, hyung. You should try it.” He slid his glass towards a skeptic Hoseok who hesitantly took a sip, but quickly nodded his head in agreement and muttered to Jungkook to try it as well. Jimin turned to the young female bartender, giving her his dazzling crooked grin that turned his playful eyes into half-moons, and sweetly purred, “Which one is this again?” She blushed a deep crimson and glanced down, far too weak to handle his smoldering gaze, and mumbled out an answer.

Yoongi was in his lair finalizing security protocols with Hyunwoo and Minhyuk. “Listen, Minhyuk-ssi, I will shoot that wolf if it won't leave me alone,” Yoongi growled through clenched teeth as he angrily glared at the creature. The white wolf paced in the shadows of the room, her eyes never leaving Yoongi’s form longer than need be.

“Beauty finds you amusing,” Minhyuk giggled, his lively eyes flickering in amusement as he glanced back at his canine companion. “Besides, I’d have to kill you if tried to hurt her. And that'd really be a shame because I really do like you, Suga Bear.”

“Don't call me that,” Yoongi snapped.

“Why? It's cute a nickname!” Minhyuk whined.

“I’m not fucking cute.”

“Tae would disagree.”

“Yes, I would!�� Taehyung chirped as he bounded down the steps towards them. He slung an arm over Yoongi’s hunched shoulders and cooed, “My pudding’s the cutest little Suga Bear on the planet!”

“I will give you two seconds to take that back.”

Taehyung grinned devilishly, “Whatcha gonna do, Daddy? Spank me?”

Hyunwoo coughed awkwardly at the exchange, making three pairs of eyes glance towards him. Bashfully, he motioned at the plans spread across the table and spoke, “We really need to finish these up soon. I have a few other matters to attend to this evening.”

Minhyuk chuckled, “Whatever you say, papa.” Hyunwoo’s cheeks deepened in their rosy hue at the nickname.

“Looks like somebody has a Daddy kink,” Taehyung teased in a sing-song voice before he fell into a fit of conspiratorial giggles alongside Minhyuk.

Before Hyunwoo could defend himself, Yoongi’s phone buzzed loudly against the metal table. “Shit,” he grumbled as his eyes scanned the camera alert, “we've got company.”

Jungkook walked across the main room of the club, side-stepping paint supplies left out by the workers. “Hyung, they’re here.”

Seokjin looked up from the order forms littered across the table in front of him. Glancing towards the mirrored wall behind the bar, he ran his fingers through his hair. A deep sigh escaped his body as he stretched to his full height. Pulling on his charcoal grey suit jacket over his Persian red silk shirt, he walked towards the younger. “Tell the others please, Kookie,” Seokjin stated coolly, playfully ruffling the hair of the youngest member of their group.

“Yoongi-hyung texted me to inform you and Hoseok-hyung. He’s going to tell Joonie-hyung in his office now,” Jungkook flashed a bunny smile that eased some of the tension from his shoulders.

Seokjin couldn’t help but to smile at the younger. “Can you please make sure Yoongi is unarmed then?”

Jungkook laughed slightly, stopping when he saw the mirthless look in the eldest eyes. “Oh wait. You were serious. Hyung, you know he's not going to allow that. Plus, he’s literally loaded down to the teeth.”

“Fine,” Seokjin conceded, stepping past Jungkook. “At least no explosives,” he said over his shoulder as he made his way towards the entrance. “This remodel is already costing us a fortune, don’t need him blowing up the place.”

Seokjin stepped out into the midmorning sunlight. Eyes blinded slightly by the reflection of the three cars parked outside, each flashier than the next.

“Curbside service, now this is how you operate a club,” Daesung quipped with a Cheshire grin as he exited his ice white 2018 Mustang Fastback GT.

“I’d definitely come here if I had a pretty young thing greeting me instead of the usual brutes,” Youngbae laughingly agreed as he shook Seokjin’s hand, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I’ve heard plenty reports of your love for my pretty young things, hyung,” Seokjin smirked as he slapped Youngbae on the back.

Youngbae groaned, “Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“Everything is sacred in my garden, hyung, but nothing is secret. I learned that from Seunghyun-ssi.” Seokjin smiled at the eldest man who was looking about the building with an appraising eye.

“Yes, but did you learn everything I taught you, Seokjin?” Seunghyun questioned with a reserved glance to the two men still enclosed in the matte black Audi R8. Seokjin followed his mentor's eyes to the car and breathed a deep sigh. He could handle the panda and he tamed the dragon once before.

Inside the car Seungri took off the designer shades, a low whistle assaulting Jiyong’s already sensitive ears. “First they pluck your rose and now they remake your club in their image. I’d be careful if I were you, hyung.”

Jiyong rolled his shoulders as he took a calming breath, the ride over with Seungri’s incessant yapping had done nothing for his hangover. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Seunghyun?”

Seungri smirked to himself at the use of his real name; Jiyong only used it when he was pissed off, he was off to a good start. Sliding the dark frames back onto his face, he sat back in the seat watching as his other hyungs exited their vehicles, looking on in abhorrence at their interactions with him. “I’m just saying if anyone else had gotten this greedy, they would’ve been dead long before it got this far. But here we are inspecting the spoils of your precious Jin--”

Seungri’s words sat on his tongue, the acidity of them tasting like bile. The cold steel barrel of Jiyong’s gold custom Colt 1911 pressed underneath his chin, granting Jiyong the silent peace he had been searching for the entire drive. “Seunghyun, I will only say this once today so listen closely--hell, write it down and commit it to memory if you must: This is an investment meeting. We are here to conduct business. If you cannot get through this meeting without starting a pissing contest with anyone--not just Seokjin, I mean anybody in that building--I will shoot you, then and there, like a dog in the street.” Seungri’s breath hitched at the sound of the hammer being pulled back. Jiyong sat forward and peered at his now silent dongsaeng over his glasses. “Or should I kill you right now and save you the trouble of being a fucking adult for once?”

Seungri laughed shakily as he slowly lifted his hands in surrender so as not to further anger the man holding a gun to his head. “I got it, hyung,” he said as his hands wrapped around Jiyong’s arm. “No need to be so dramatic. I’ll play nice, promise.”

Jiyong uncocked his pistol, slipping it back into the holster on his side. “I suggest you do,” he opened the door before throwing over his shoulder, “you life depends on it.” He exited the car, buttoning his black suit with subtle pink pinstripes and with a slam of the door he was gone; strolling up to his once lover.

Seungri slammed his fists into the steering wheel at the sight, the steering column shaking as a swirl of expletives left his mouth.

After composing himself, Seungri sauntered up the steps of the club’s entrance behind the retreating group, clicking his teeth in disapproval as he took in the gaudy designs etched into the sign that bore the club’s ridiculous name. His eyes rolled as he heard the shrieking laugh that could belong to none other than Kim Heechul, top interior designer for Seoul’s elite.

“You have got to let me sink my claws back into your space, Kwon Jiyong. I just vibrate with excitement at the thought of what I could do with such a big tower.”

Seungri leaned against the wall, watching the familiar scene unfold in front of him. It never failed, men and women both throwing themselves at The Great Dragon. Pitiful. Speaking of pitiful, Seungri looked around the room for the bottle blonde Barbie doll. Scoffing at the taller man's tragic attempt at being as stylish as he. Not everyone can pull off platinum he thought with a chuckle. Poor thing.

“You must forgive me, gentlemen, but my high-class modernistic aesthetic expertise is needed in Gangnam. Interesting new clients. Foreigners. Females. Very mysterious. I’m a tingle with intrigue.” Clapping his hands together, followed by a flourish of his well manicured hands Heechul bid them adieu. His assistants followed behind juggling his bag and portfolios of samples.

Namjoon cleared his throat as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, “Well gentlemen. Shall we begin?”

“I would hope so. Unless this,” Jiyong opened his arms turning in the middle of the dance floor “is it.”

Namjoon chuckled nervously as he adjusted his tie. Just as he was about to reply to the imposing man a growl from the hallway leading to their offices pulled everyone’s attention. “Last time, wolf. I see fangs, you die.” Yoongi growled back just as menacingly toward the animal, his hand gripping the butt of his custom pistol.

“No need for guns, she’s just playing with you. Right, Beauty?” Minhyuk came up next to the wolf who then pounced on the man, tail wagging as she happily yipped. “I know, that mean old Suga Bear doesn’t know how to play. Yes, he is a mean old Suga Bear,” Minhyuk cooed to the wolf.

Jungkook’s hand came up to Yoongi’s elbow, “The wolf isn’t growling at you anymore, hyung. No need to shoot it.”

Yoongi pulled free of the younger man, walking further into the club. “I wasn’t going to shoot the damn wolf that time, I was gonna end the human.” Minhyuk laughed as he stood, his hand scratching behind the wolf's ear as they walked over to Hoseok and Jimin at the bar.

“Now that is how you make an entrance,” Namjoon said with a strained laugh.

“Yoongi, we were just about to show our generous proprietors the new renovations. You can help them get accustomed to the layout before the coming event; you are the security expert after all.”

Yoongi grunted at Namjoon’s hyper puppy routine, so eager to please.

Disgusting.

“Yeah. I can do that. If you follow me, I’ll show you. Only if you want I guess, I don’t really care.” Yoongi started walking back towards his office, Seunghyun and Jiyong following with Namjoon and Hyunwoo pulling up the rear.

“As interesting as that sounds,” Daesung said as he looked to Youngbae, “I think I’m going to sample one of the delicious treats you have at the bar.” He turned his wolfish grin on to the young bodies gathered around the bar.

“Great minds, Dae. Great minds,” Youngbae said as he clapped his hand on the slightly taller man’s shoulder.

Seungri lay in wait on the outskirts of the room. Watching his hyungs occupy themselves with business, both professional and personal, before his eyes landed on the man situating himself at a small table. He walked over to the area Seokjin now occupied, the table in front of him covered in scribbled notes and loose papers. Messy, he thought as he clicked his tongue.

"I'm surprised you stayed with him," Seokjin’s voice startled Seungri. He wasn’t expecting him to acknowledge his presence let alone speak to him.

"Someone had to patch up the wounds you caused when you left him," Seungri replied coolly.

"Fitting you would want to play his nurse considering those are the exact same ones that you had a direct hand in making."

"I had-"

"You had everything to do with it, Seungri.” Seokjin’s chair skidded across the floor as he forcefully stood. The noise gaining the attention of the men still posted around the room. Jungkook made a move to stand from his seat at the bar, only to be stopped by two sets of strong arms wrapping around him.

“Shhhh, don’t worry, Kookie Monster. Look around. He’s fine,” Jimin murmured softly to his overprotective boyfriend.

“Even if they tried to defend him, we outnumber them. And we’ve all seen what Seokjin-hyung can do with a blade. Just breathe,” Taehyung’s deep timbre of a voice was soft on his other side, his large hand coming to rest over Jimin’s on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook sat back, but the scene playing out in the center of the room now held his full attention.

He made his hyung a promise and he would be damned if he failed to protect him again.

Seokjin turned on the smirking man behind him. This is the reaction Seungri wanted. “You are not the innocent, disadvantaged and manipulated mistress in this passion play. There is blood on your hands--yours, his, and mine."

"Yours? How could your blood be on my hands?! I did nothing to you!"

Seokjin icily deadpanned, "Are you that fucking moronic?” Seungri scoffed, shifting his stance to plant his fists indignantly on his cocked hips, and opened his mouth to rebut Seokjin’s insult. But the taller blond cut him off before he could even utter a single syllable, explaining pointedly, “You ripped my heart out and shredded it the moment you placed your grimy hands on Jiyong's dick. What's worse is you didn't even have the decency to conceal your treachery and at least lessen the gashes in my soul; you had the audacity to run your mouth around town, bragging that you had stolen ‘the Great Dragon from his slutty little rose,’ I believe those are your exact words. As if seeing you two together wasn't enough, I had to hear it from the little whispers of the night.” He paused, taking a moment to compose himself pouring them both a shot of vodka.

He shoved the small glass into the hand of the other as he bluntly declared, “You disgust me, Seungri. Truly you do.” Seokjin sat on the uncluttered table next to him and sighed heavily. “But, as much as it kills me to say this, I have to thank you.”

Seungri’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “For what?”

“You are the reason I am here now, in a much better place with someone who truly loves and adores me. So, in the most fucked up way possible, I owe you my thanks. So, thank you Seungri, for being a homewrecking slut." Seokjin tipped his glass in a mock toast before downing the shot, curtly turning on his heel and tensely striding away.

“A well-built home could never be wrecked, princess,” Seungri snarkily sneered. The other man halted mid-step, broad shoulders drawn tight and tense. “Not to mention,” the elder continued, “between the two of us, you were the one who was quite literally a whore.” Seokjin spun around, eyes narrowed into slits and lips pressed hard into a thin, taut line. Seungri smirked triumphantly as he spoke, “It’s quite ironic, really, that an actual slut like you would be so shitty of a lay. But the proof’s in the aching I feel every morning after Jiyong’s fucked me.” He picked up his still-full shot glass, lifting it mockingly towards the other, and quipped, “But I guess that's something you've never really been able to relate to considering all the dicks that have ran through you. I bet you can’t even feel a thing down there anymore.” With a self-satisfied snicker, he downed his shot and carelessly dropped the glass, letting it shatter into a thousand little shards along the floor. “Oops.”

Seokjin looked at the shattered glass and smiled as he stepped up to the man. Leaning close, a thrill running up his spine at the slight flinch in the shorter, “Who ever said I was the one being fucked, hyung? Even when Ji did have his way with me, he was never rough.” Seokjin reached forward to lightly dust off the padded shoulders of Seungri’s leather jacket as he lilted, "I guess that's what he did with you cheap ones. I wouldn't know about that. I never had to experience such hardships."

Seungri gaped scandalized as Seokjin stood back with a triumphant grin.

The first punch barely grazed Seokjin’s chin. It was a feint, though, because when the second punch came, he was ready for it. Seungri yelped as Seokjin used his own body against him, the momentum of his unsuccessful blow sending him forward as he tripped over the taller man’s outstretched leg. Seungri’s chest connected with the table, the air rushing out of his lungs at the impact. His face slammed against the table with a sickening crack. Seokjin’s forearm found purchase across the back of his neck, barring him from any further movement. Seungri felt the pressure of Seokjin’s taller frame engulfing his body. The warmth of the younger’s breath on his ear making his hair stand on end, he struggled attempting to remove the other man to no avail.

“Shh, shhhhh. It’s okay darling, I’ve got you now,” Seokjin purred as his hand at the base of Seungri’s neck gently stroked the fine hair there. He dipped his head to huskily whisper, “Is this how he does it? How he takes you,” he pressed himself harder against the struggling man. “Does he bend you over like a cheap whore and fuck you? Is it hard and fast and brutal?” Seokjin’s tongue traced the curve of Seungri’s ear before gently biting the small dangling silver hoop, pulling gently eliciting a moan from the older man. “That’s it, love. Let it go, I know how frustrated you must be. Let me release some of that pressure.” Seungri whimpered as his body slumped against the table, his eyes falling close as he resigned himself to await whatever Seokjin was going to do to him.

A pained shrilling howl rang throughout the building, piercing the eerily calm air like a blade. Seokjin stepped back with a wicked grin on his face to admire his work as Seungri flopped against the table, a blade gouging the back of his hand and trapping him to the table.

Beauty bolted from her makeshift den in the corner of Yoongi’s office, the heavenly scent of blood and fear in the air guiding her to the main room of the club. Hot on her heels, Minhyuk and Hyunwoo followed with Jiyong and Seunghyun following at a cool pace. They knew that scream well, they knew whom it belonged to, and they knew he probably deserved it. Jiyong walked in and stood next to Seunghyun, his eyes glued to the blade now haphazardly thrown on the floor.

He knew that handle. It was one of a kind. One of the switchblades he had gifted to Jin just after he completed his training.

One blade. Tossed aside. Just like him. Gone from Jin’s side. Bloodied and alone on the floor.

Namjoon stumbled out of his office a few moments later breaking the trance the blade held over Jiyong. Namjoon took in the scene that lay before him; Seungri was knelt on the floor, a towel soaked in blood wrapped around his hand. Daesung and Youngbae stood over him wearing twin looks of amused disgust. But what gave him pause was the wolf, snarling and teeth bared as she stood before the frightened man on the floor.

“Get that bitch away from me!” Seungri shrieked from the floor, clutching his hand closer to his chest. Beauty growled and snapped at him, a warning for him to carefully choose the next words he wished to speak lest they be his last.

“She doesn’t seem to like you much,” Minhyuk commented casually as he slowly petted Beauty’s head, barely attempting to calm her. He looked up at the man with a smile, “Maybe it’s your cologne?” Seungri kicked his leg out at Minhyuk, only to snatch it back as Beauty snapped her jaws at his ankle.

“The only bitch I see here is you,” Jiyong growled menacingly as he walked past the injured man to the group at the bar. His eyes zeroed in on Seokjin’s bloodstained hand and relief washed over him at the realization it wasn’t his. “I think we’ve seen enough for today,” he began smoothly. “Your hands seem more than capable for breathing new life into the club.”

Seokjin was casually seated on a stool at the bar, surrounded by Hoseok and his pets. A smile on his face and a drink clutched in his bloodied hand. He smiled up at Jiyong as his arm wrapped around the body closest to him, Hoseok, who just smirked and slid his hand down the expanse of Seokjin’s back. “It helps a lot when you have a true partnership. It takes more than one man, ya know.” Jiyong felt a stab of resentment toward the man touching Seokjin.

That is his Jin. That was his Jin.

Jiyong couldn’t move, he could only stare. The wound he thought he had healed with booze and sex ripping anew as Seokjin and this boy rubbed rock salt over it as if his pain brought them pleasure. And not in the good way.

“That we do,” Seunghyun spoke as he watched Daesung and Youngbae gracelessly haul the other mess of a man to his feet. He slid his eyes toward Seokjin and allowed the corners of his mouth to tip a millimeter upward with the closest thing to pride he’d felt in some time. “We’ll see you all at the opening party. Hopefully everyone can stay out of trouble until then.” With a slight nod towards the men around the room he left the building, a downtrodden Jiyong following behind.

“Well, this was fun. Let’s do it again sometime,” Daesung chirped as he dragged Seungri towards the entrance, attempting to keep the blood off his Valentino jacket. With a wink and a crooked grin he turned to the group at the bar, “Let’s keep the bodily fluids to a minimum next time though, shall we?”

“He means no blood, shit, or piss. Anything else is fair game,” Youngbae said with a guffaw of a laugh as they all finally exited the building.

Namjoon rushed over to Seokjin at the bar. “Are you alright? Is that your blood? Kookie, why the fuck didn’t you sto-“

Seokjin stopped the rant they all could feel brewing with a calming kiss to Namjoon’s lips. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood; and if Jungkook ever has to step in for my fight then I must already be dead and in the ground.” Seokjin took another sip of the drink in his hand, an icy look settling on his face. “Next time I’m giving that bastard a rose to remember me by.”

Taehyung giggled from his perch on the bar muttering into his bottle of soju, “If he lives long enough to remember anything.”

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