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{6} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Mingi & slight Yunho)

Words: 5,255

Warnings: Violence and depiction of fighting. Blood and mentions of self-inflicted wound (for luring), one instance of slut shaming (not done by any of the guys). Depictions of anxiety (not the reader). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This chapter turned out wayyyy longer than I expected, but I'm super happy with it!! The story is really picking up now!! Lots of action and plot coming soon! Stay tuned!! Hehehe, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

“This wasn’t here yesterday,” your voice is low, wary; cautious as you step through the large opening of the maze.

Before you rests a large building, reminiscent of a mansion. Ivy creeps up the left side, the dark brown, almost red bricks crumbling from age. From the looks of things, the house appears to be two stories, completely rectangular in shape with a small, white awning covering the front doors.

A manor, just as the one you’ve always fantasized about living in when you were small. Scarily accurate, too.

“What do you mean, ‘this wasn’t here yesterday?’” Mingi shoots you a confused look, shoulders tense as he voices his worry.

“I mean just that.” You reply, letting out a small puff of air as you take in your surroundings once more. “When I went exploring, there weren’t any other buildings besides the eight shacks I mentioned to you earlier. The ones you and I both woke up in. Though, based on how different ours were alone, this shouldn’t surprise me.”

“Different how?” Mingi’s brow furrows.

“Never mind that now,” you brush him off with a small wave of your hand. “We should move on before someone finds us. Or worse.”

“Shouldn’t we at least explore it?” He asks, already taking a curious step towards the house. “You know, to hunt for supplies, or something?”

“Normally, I would agree with you, but not this time.” Shaking your head lightly, you motion back towards the entrance of the maze for him to follow you.

“Why not?” Tilting his head innocently, Mingi blinks at you in response.

“We do not know who else could be in there,” you blink back, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Or who else could be watching, for that matter.”

Mingi swallows thickly, suddenly looking even more tense than he ever had before. “What do you mean by that?”

“You seriously cannot tell me that you haven’t felt like you’re being watched ever since you’ve gotten here.” A blunt reply. “I doubt it’s cameras, either.”

“I was hoping I was wrong about that…” he trails off, expression falling.

“If you trust in anything,” your eyes are sharp as they meet his own, reflecting the fear he feels for all to see, “trust your gut.”

All Mingi can do is nod in response, swallowing thickly as his shoulders tense once more.

In the next second, you’re letting out a long sigh, “I suppose you are right, though.”

His eyebrows quirk, eyes widening slightly in inquiry.

“If we can find a small bag to carry things in, some food, or even another weapon, it would help us tremendously.” You say, scanning the area yet again for any traps or even anything you can see that is out of the ordinary. Though, you suppose this entire situation is just that: extraordinary.

Just as you go to take a step forward, you pause. Turning back to face Mingi, you raise a brow. “Can you even use a weapon?”

He grimaces, lips parting in a silent answer.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

The pout on Mingi’s features is apparent, especially in the way his shoulders droop. Then, under his breath, “I can still throw a punch, you know.”

You shoot him a look. “Have you ever beaten someone to death?”

He remains quiet. Yet, with the way you shift your gaze back to the mansion in the next second, you fail to see the way the corners of his lips are twitching upwards in response.

“Have you?” The inquiry is cautious, despite the curiosity lingering in his tone.

Swallowing thickly, you spare a glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. Your silence alone speaks volumes.

Again, you sigh.

“Look,” your gaze turns deadly sharp all of a sudden, freezing him immediately to his spot, “we’ll probably die soon, anyways, so there’s no harm in being honest. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but would you believe it was in self-defence?”

“I thought you said you’d get us out of here alive?” The panic is clear in his eyes as they shine with that all too familiar fear.

“I just admitted to killing someone with my bare hands, and that’s what you choose to focus on?” The corner of your lips quirk amusedly as a huff escapes you. “Priorities, Mingi. Priorities.”

He blinks, a somewhat sheepish smile taking over his features. That’s when you notice, the tips of his ears are turning red, too.

“I’ve always loved a woman who could destroy me.” His voice is merely nothing more than a low whisper on the wind.

You’re so caught off guard by his admission, that you can only blink at him in response. For a solid minute, the two of you stand there, nothing but the breeze drifting passed and rustling the leaves of the maze around you. That is, until a boisterous laugh is escaping you.

“I just admitted to being able to kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to,” you’re almost wheezing at this point, hands on your knees as you attempt to catch your breath, “and you think that’s hot?” More laughter escapes you. “Mingi, sweetheart, it was also meant to serve as a warning.”

“I know,” his whole face begins to turn bright red, the male shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “I just… I- uh…”

Taking a step forward to close the distance between the both of you, you pat the side of his arm. “Perhaps if things were different, and we met under better circumstances.”

Walking passed him, you leave him completely stunned in his spot.

You smirk, turning to look back at him from over your shoulder, “coming?”

This seems to knock Mingi out of whatever daze he had been in. Quickly, he jogs to catch up to you, falling into step beside you in the next moment.

A roar is heard in the distance that shakes the whole area.

Immediately, panic seizes you, creeping up your throat and causing you to inhale sharply.

“What was that?” Mingi’s frantic voice reaches your ears.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, it sounded big.” You reply, stopping just outside the front door to the mansion. “We’ll be far safer inside now, than out in the open, until we can identify the creature.”

“I thought the only other things we’d have to worry about would be the other contestants.” He replies, warily searching the grounds of the manor in case something decides to pop out and attack you at any second.

“Nothing is off limits in these games,” you grit your teeth, discovering the door to be locked when you go to open it. Instantly, you’re crouching down, pulling out some pins to begin picking the lock. “There’s only ever been two accounts out of dozens that I’ve read where they let creatures in to hunt alongside the contestants. It’s really strange though, given that those games had usually lasted over a month by then.”

“There’s a time limit?” Mingi blinks, voice frantic as small tremors begin to rattle the windows beside you periodically.

Whatever made that sound is getting closer with each step, and it’s big.

“If you got off to watching people die, wouldn’t you get tired and impatient of being edged for so long?” You spare a quick look over your shoulder at him just as you hear the lock click out of place. “I guess they’re just that impatient right off the bat.”

Your encounter with Ghost from yesterday flashes through your mind.

Shaking your head, you clear your thoughts. In the next moment, you push the door open, motioning for Mingi to quickly get inside before you’re following right behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, it's as if the interior of the mansion is on a completely different plane of existence. Once more, a deadly stillness surrounds you, the mind numbing silence stretching around you both. Even the rumbling beneath your feet has stopped, as if the inside is safe, and unaffected by whatever is hunting you outside. From the way Mingi’s gaze darts every which way around the foyer, you can tell that he senses it, too.

“Now, I need you to listen to me,” you catch his attention as you tuck those small pins back into your front pocket. As soon as you see him nod, even once, in understanding, you continue, “I do not know what is inside of this place. I will do my best to protect us both, but in order to do that, I need you to follow everything I say. This way, we both won’t be killed. Do you understand?”

Saying nothing, Mingi nods.

“Good.” You nod once in response. “Do you know how to whistle?”

Mingi blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question. He nods once more, nonetheless.

“That will be our signal that one of us needs the other. Whether it be you’ve found something of importance, or you’re in danger, you whistle. Unless you come across a trickster. In that case, you run for your goddamn life. Got it?”

“Yes.” Mingi confirms rather firmly, despite his eyes shining with that all too familiar fear you’ve come to realize is always swirling within.

“Explore the upstairs while I look around on the main floor. If that creature is around outside, I might be able to identify it. If I know what we’re dealing with, it will give us a better fighting chance.” You explain. “Try and find a small bag or two to put things in while you explore. Meet back here in twenty minutes if nothing else.”

“You want to split up?” His voice is a little wary, eyes shifting nervously.

“We can cover more ground this way, and get out of here quicker.” You tell him calmly. “I don’t hear anything else in the house with us, so we should be safe for a little while.”

“Oh, okay,” his response is a little quieter, and you notice how his hands begin to shake.

“Hey,” you smile softly at him, flipping the small knife in your hand around so that the handle now faces him. “We’ll get though this. Together.”

His eyes glance between your own and the knife you now offer him held in your one hand. Slowly, he reaches out, clasping the blade to his chest once he’s grabbed the handle.

“Even if you manage to wound something, it’s better than nothing. Right now, it’s your life, or theirs. You have to decide who has the desire to live more.” Again, you pat the side of his arm, and you notice he begins to tremble once more. “Though, I wouldn’t try anything on me, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning to.” Comes his immediate response.

“Good.” You nod once, pulling your hand away, much to Mingi’s disappointment. Giving him a final once over, your lips quirk. “Now, you truly look like Itadori.”

The way his eyes sparkle as you say this lets you know he understands exactly who you’re talking about.

“You really think so?” He asks, grin tugging at his features.

“Just don’t go losing a hand on me,” you tease lightly, and you see a brilliant smile take over his features.

“I won’t, I promise!” He answers, somewhat eagerly.

You nod, “I doubt there’s a thousand year old curse in you that can pop out and heal you any time he wants, anyways.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I can proudly say that there’s not.”

You hum, "pity.”

Mingi blinks, shock clear on his features. “Are you a fan of Sukuna, then?”

He cannot prevent his minor excitement from bleeding through, heart pounding in his chest.

Again, you hum, but unfortunately for Mingi, he cannot decipher whether it’s a good or bad thing. “I prefer Yuta or Toji, if I’m being honest.” Then, you blink, as if remembering something. “Damn, I wish I had a katana right now. Things would be so much easier.”

“You know how to wield a sword?” Mingi looks almost dumbfounded, yet awestruck, nonetheless.

“My father taught me everything he knew about hunting. Of course I know how to wield weapons.” You smirk, turning your back to him finally as you begin to look around the room. “Now, get searching.”

You do not need to tell him twice, for in the next second, you see him brush passed you and begin to make his way upstairs. In the blink of an eye, he disappears down a hallway.

You spare a glance around the empty foyer, noting the two staircases that line either wall leading to the second floor. Scenic pictures line the walls, but none that you recognize. There are two archways, each one on opposite ends of the room, so you decide to go left to start. Something about the comfort and familiarity of search patterns that your father once told you echoes in the back of your mind.

There’s a few small rooms on this side of the house consisting of a bathroom, a study, and a small sitting area. Quickly going through each one, you manage to find a working flashlight beneath the bathroom sink, and some pens in the study. There’s even a large antique desk inside that has a few locked draws, but given your limit, you don’t have enough time to begin picking all of the locks right now. You’ll simply have to come back with Mingi. Besides, it’s nicer to have someone guarding your back in an unfamiliar place like this.

Crossing over to the opposite side of the house, you’re immediately greeted by only two rooms. Opening the one door reveals a large library full of scattered books and objects all around the somewhat dark space. Again, you’ll have to come back to explore with Mingi. It’s better when dealing with a larger, open space to have more than just one person looking for things.

Finally, you reach the last door. However, just as you go to raise your hand to twist the handle, the sound of muffled movement reaches your ears. Almost as if someone is rummaging through something just within.

You pause, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Clutching that flashlight tighter in your hand, you slowly push the door open. At least you’re not completely weaponless.

As soon as the area is revealed to you, you see a large kitchen stretching on before your very eyes. A wide island sits in the centre of the space, blocking whoever is rummaging through a cupboard from view. Based on what you can tell, they must be searching for something beneath the sink.

Creeping closer, you make sure to watch for any creaking floorboards that might give your location away.

Just as you round the corner of the counter, that flashlight raised in your one hand, the person drops something, swearing under their breath.

“Johnny?”

Said male immediately jumps, banging his head harshly on the edge of the counter as your voice reaches his ears.

“Oh, fuck, are you okay?” You chuckle, watching as the male stands back to his full height, rubbing at the top of his head all the while.

His brow furrows, a confused call of your name escaping him. “What are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same question.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Despite you both attempting to hide it, you cannot deny the way fear leaks into your tone, flashing across your face in the next moment.

“If you’re here, this can only spell trouble,” he grimaces, eyes darting around the kitchen.

“I don’t plan on dying,” you tell him. “Like hell am I going to let you, either.”

“Funny,” the corner of his lips twitch upwards, “I was just about to say the same for you.”

“You really never learn, though,” you shake your head teasingly. “You were so loud, I could hear you rummaging around from outside in the hall.”

“Considering there’s a Gorzin roaming around outside, I’m surprised you could hear anything.” He responds.

“It’s a Gorzin?” Your eyes widen, that familiar feeling of fear squeezing your throat.

You’ve only ever encountered a Gorzin once before in your life, and you had hoped it would be your last. Terrible creatures they are, similar in visage to wolves. Large, fur as dusty in colour as sand, and claws as sharp and curved as sickles. They may be blind, but their sense of smell certainly makes up for it. Though, their hearing is shit, too. That, and the fact that their mouths run vertical along their necks, housing rows upon rows of jagged teeth.

“Did you not see it on your way in?” Johnny frowns.

“No, we managed to get inside before it appeared.” You answer.

“We?” His head tilts.

“I have another survivor with me.” You say.

A wary call of your name is all you get in response.

“Johnny, he was terrified,” you reply, somewhat exasperatedly. “What was I supposed to do? Leave him to die? You know as well as I do what these games entail.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know. Which is why I’m worried.”

“If he dies, I take full responsibility.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Johnny shoots you a concerned look. “Ever since your father died-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Immediately, you cut him off.

Johnny simply raises his palms in your direction in response.

“Have you found anything useful?” You ask, taking another glance around the room and noticing the small pile of supplies laid out on the counter. As you look them over, you notice some food, and a few small items that can be used for weapons if needed, like steak knives.

“Just what’s on the counter,” he motions to the pile as you turn back around to face him. “I was searching for a bag or something to carry them around in when you decided to spook me into an early lobotomy.”

“A lobotomy is the front of the skull, not the back,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“You know, this is why I love-“

Before Johnny even has a chance to finish speaking, the door to the kitchen is flinging open, Mingi bursting through.

“There you are, I was worried-“ he pauses, eyes narrowing at Johnny. “Who’s this?”

“Other survivor?” Johnny leans in slightly to you, a curious quirk to his one brow.

You sigh, nodding slightly. “Mingi, this is Johnny. My best friend.”

Each male takes a moment to size each other up, and this is the first time you’ve seen Mingi appear so unimpressed since you met him an hour ago. Though, one blink, and the look is gone.

You frown.

“I managed to find some bags,” he turns to you, holding two small drawstring bags up in his hand.

You smile, a small sense of relief washing over your entire body. “Perfect.”

Instantly, Mingi has handed you one of the bags, and you begin to fill it with some of the supplies Johnny has found. However, what you fail to see is the cautious way Johnny continues to look over at Mingi. A male of whom shoots the other a sharp look from the corner of his eyes.

“Was there anything else that you found upstairs?” Your voice manages to pull them both out of their glaring contest.

“Just some empty bedrooms,” he shifts slightly, as if adjusting something on his back. Though, when you look, there’s nothing there.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you sigh. “There was a-“

A loud yell from outside manages to draw all of your attention, followed immediately by another piercing roar that rattles the whole house.

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning your attention to Mingi.

“Give him the knife I gave you, and don’t come out until we tell you that it’s safe to do so.” You instruct, tone firm as you begin to head towards the door leading outside placed at the side of the kitchen.

Mingi can only blink at you in shock, protests building on his lips until you turn to give him a firm look from over your shoulder.

“What did I say about following my every instruction?” You grab those steak knives, counting them in your hands before realizing you only have six.

Six shots which you will make count, even if it’s the last thing you do.

Another shriek from the Gorzin reaches your ears.

“Johnny,” you reply sharply, managing to unlock the side door and fling it open. “Let’s go.”

You stand by the side door, waiting until Johnny has taken the knife from Mingi before moving to exit the house. However, you don’t expect for your wrist to be grabbed by the pink haired male in the next moment.

“Please, be careful,” his eyes shine with worry, his lower lip being tugged between his teeth as nerves threaten to consume him.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, watching as Johnny slips passed you and out the door in the next second. “Nothing we haven’t handled before.”

You pat his hand once before exiting the building, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Just like old times, huh?” Johnny peeks around the corner of the house, grimacing as he sees the events unfolding before him.

You tap his arm for him to move out of the way, but he doesn’t budge.

“Johnny, let me assess the situation.” You mutter, brow furrowing the longer he just stands there.

“It’s up to you whether you want to save this guy’s life.” Johnny replies lowly, finally stepping back for you to see. “However, if I were you, I’d say he’s getting what he deserves.”

Confusion tugs at your features as you peer around the corner of the house. Though, at the scene you are greeted with, you wish you hadn’t.

There, backing up on the ground with blood coving his visage, rests your Uncle. His right leg seems to have been bit, the material of his pants shredded as he scrambles away from the monster. The fear is clear in his eyes, and even from here, you can hear the pitiful whimpers he lets out, begging for someone, anyone to come rescue him.

The Gorzin creeps closer.

You disappear around the corner, heaving a sigh.

“We don’t have to save him.” Johnny whispers casually as he leans back against the side of the house. “We could let him die. After what he’s done to you-“

“Johnny,” Your eyes flash.

“I’m just saying.” He replies with a shrug, raising his hands in front of himself in defence.

“I won’t let these games turn me complacent.” You purse your lips. “I will not murder an innocent human.”

Johnny scoffs. “Well, he’s not so innocent, is he?”

“You know what I mean, John.” Again, you shoot him a firm look.

“Whatever you choose to do, I will follow.” He answers. “You never led me astray before.”

You nod, mulling a plan over in your head.

“Okay,” you meet his gaze. “I’ll distract it with the steak knifes and draw it towards me. Once it’s close enough, try and jump on its back. You know it’s weak point is just below the base of the skull. Going for it’s other weak point under its belly might be too difficult right now.”

“Understood.” Johnny nods once in confirmation.

Peeking around the corner one final time to assess the situation, you see the Gorzin about to strike. You move before it gets a chance to.

“Hey! Tall, tan, and ugly!” You shout, managing to draw the creature’s attention towards you as you begin stepping towards it. “Pick on someone your own size!”

Despite your shouts, and the way it turns it’s head towards you, the Gorzin doesn’t even bother to stop pursuing your Uncle.

You grit your teeth, flipping a steak knife in your hand.

With all your might, you throw the makeshift dagger at the beast, hearing a satisfying thunk as it makes contact with it’s side. You can just make out the handle protruding from below it’s front shoulder bone. Yet still, it doesn’t bother to change targets.

Two more knives are embedded into the side of the Gorzin before it finally shifts it’s full attention to you. The screech of malice it lets out in warning chills you to your bones. A moment later, and it begins stalking towards you.

Slowly, you take equal steps back as it stares you down. The whites of its eyes are blank, but you know it’s caught your scent now. Besides, with the way you throw another blade at it’s head, this one harmlessly bouncing off it’s forehead, you know you have it’s attention.

“Come on,” you begin to mutter under your breath, leading it back to where Johnny rests, hidden and waiting to strike.

Only, you don’t expect to lose your footing, stumbling over yourself as a small rock that hadn’t been there before appears behind you. You have two seconds to gather your wits before the Gorzin lunges, nearly managing to pounce on you in an instant.

The fifth knife gets embedded into the side of the Gorzin’s neck as you roll away. Your hands steady yourself as you push yourself up and back onto your feet, running towards where Johnny appears after seeing you take a fall. Luckily, you manage to swerve just in time to lure the beast alongside Johnny who immediately jumps onto its back.

Except, before Johnny can even stab the creature, he gets tossed from its hide.

Johnny goes flying across the way, groaning as he hits the ground.

The beast pauses for a moment, head tilting in multiple directions as it debates which victim to go after first. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a bright head of short pink hair to come running out from the side of the house.

The creature, seemingly sensing the new body, shifts it’s focus to Mingi, whom freezes as soon as he sees it.

“Goddammit,” you curse lowly, watching as the Gorzin gets closer to the trembling male with each step.

There’s only one way you know to make it’s target change.

Raising that last steak knife to your opposite arm, you cut a small slash over the skin of your inner forearm. If you manage to get out of this alive, at least this injury shouldn’t hinder you too much.

The result is instantaneous. The creature roars and begins bounding towards you.

“That’s it, you filth,” you spit, standing your ground with that steak knife still clutched in your hand. You raise your cut arm above your head. “Come and get your food.”

Johnny barely manages to push himself back up after reorienting himself just in time to see the monster mere feet from you. There’s no way you can take it down with just a steak knife, but you appear determined to try.

The creature shrieks once more, rearing itself onto it’s hind legs and preparing to attack. In one final ditch effort, you throw your knife directly where it’s heart should be, watching as the blade makes contact with its target. Only, it does nothing.

Your legs tense, and sweat beads down your back. Fear flashes across your features as you prepare to jump out of the way. You know you’ll be hit regardless, but if you can make sure it’s a minor injury, you could still potentially survive.

It’s as if the world begins to turn in slow motion.

Just as you see the Gorzin swiping its front paws at you, two arrows whistle past your head. Dull thunks reach your ears as they sink deeply into their targets: one right beside your knife, and the other near it’s one hind leg. It’s balance is immediately thrown off as it goes tumbling to the ground, another arrow finding purchase just below the opening of it’s mouth. What you fail to see is how the creatures’ own orbs swirl with a faint blue as it hits the earth. A blue as cold as ice.

A loud thump echoes around the space as the creature collapses, dead, before your very eyes.

You blink, shock clear in the way your entire body remains still for the moment. That is, until you’re managing to shake your head, moving towards the carcass to pull out your knives in the next instant.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar male voice says as you hear footsteps running up to you.

Turning your head, you see another tall male approaching you. A bow is in his hand, a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. He has black hair, red streaks found throughout which only serve to highlight the worry shining in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you give a curt nod in response. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” the male smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides.

Before you can say anything else, you hear your name being called, and both Mingi andJohnny come running around the creature’s side.

“Thank fuck you’re okay.” Johnny immediately embraces you in his arms.

You don’t mean to, but the fact that his familiar, comforting warmth surrounds you for the moment, has you melting into his touch. A fact of which both males standing off to the side notice, eyes flashing for the briefest of moments before reverting back to the soft browns they’ve concocted for these very moments.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” Mingi breathes out, and you notice the worry pulling at his features when you separate from Johnny.

“I’m glad to see you alive,” the new male nudges the pink haired one standing beside him. “Though, I wish you weren’t here.”

“Hey!” Mingi whines. “I thought you’d be more happy to see me.”

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning to quirk a brow at Mingi curiously.

“This is Yunho,” Mingi introduces, his voice somewhat of a mumble. “My brother.”

Your eyes flash in recognition. “The one that gave you the watch?”

“The one and only.” Yunho winks cheekily, a grin stretching across his lips.

You hum, somewhat disinterested, and Yunho’s expression falls slightly.

“Where did you find that weapon?” Johnny asks, eyes flitting everywhere over the new male’s torso.

“Where did you come from?” You voice your own thoughts, brow furrowing as you go to turn in the direction of the maze he appeared to come out of. “I-“

“Are you fucking done slutting around with those men yet? I’m dying over here!” A loud yell draws all four of your attention towards the man still bleeding out on the ground.

Your entire visage falls, shoulders drooping as you take a step forward. It’s as if you’ve become a completely different person in a matter of seconds. A fact of which worries each and every male surrounding you, but none more than Johnny.

“Hurry up, and put that knowledge my good for nothing brother-in-law taught you to use,” he spits, hissing as he attempts to move his leg. “It’s the only thing you’re good for, anyways.”

Johnny’s entire body begins to shake in rage. Yet, little do either of you realize just how difficult it suddenly becomes for both Mingi and Yunho to hold themselves back. They knew he was awful, but nowhere near this bad.

“Yes, Uncle.” You sigh, already beginning to walk towards the cursing male on the ground. You tuck the steak knives away into your pockets. “Right away, Uncle.”

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