#vincenzo fic

[butterflykiisies]

Taste of Death

( jang han-seok x reader )

TW: violence, murder, psychopathy, sensuality, cursing, betrayal, BLOOD.

word count : 3669

authors note : there will be a part two to this fic, I’ve separated them into parts to spare those who don’t wish to read smut. I hope you all enjoy!

The night was young, just barely five o'clock when a message pinged on your phone.

'I'll be picking you up soon.'

As you glanced over the message, the doorbell rang.

'would that be you outside by any chance?' You sent back, making your way quietly to the front door and glancing out the peephole.

To your surprise, it was definitely not Han-Seok. Instead, you were greeted by the sight of an old friend. She stepped anxiously back and forth as she awaited your answer, in her hands, she gripped a briefcase that buckled under the stress of her fingers.

'no, who's there?'

The next text from Han-Seok flashed across your screen and you decided to ignore the message for a moment, you unlocked the front door and slid it open.

"Ha-Joon?" You questioned, fingers tapping the door frame rhythmically as you awaited a response.

She responded almost instantly, eyes wide with what seemed like urgency and… terror. "(Y/n)," she breathed a sigh before looking past you and into your home, you took the hint.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked, stepping aside to allow her room to enter. "I just bought a new wine, it's a Bordeaux. I hope you don't mind, it's my favorite. Sit down. I'll pour us a glass."

The woman looked around briefly before sliding by you into the foyer of your home, she looked around once more before finding a seat on the love seat by the left hallway. She took a moment to breathe before nodding slowly, "Wine would be nice."

You nodded, before stepping into the adjoined kitchen, it was separated by a small wall- but it gave you just enough privacy to check your phone.

'(y/n)?'

'is everything okay?'

'you're worrying me.'

He had sent a couple more messages upon your sudden absence. You glanced into the living room to make sure Ha-Joon was still where you left her before responding,

'everything's fine, unexpected visitor. that's all.'

You paused for a moment before sending a follow-up, 'you remember Ha-Joon right? she just showed up at my front door. seems pretty shaken up.'

The messages were sent and you made your way over to the wine cabinet, you bent down to grab a bottle. They still had the import labels on the cases, so you made sure to choose one that was newer- saving the oldest ones for more important occasions. The bottle was weighty- nothing you'd ever been able to afford before this. This being Han-Seok, he demanded nothing but the best for you, and for that, you were nothing short of grateful. He was an amazing boyfriend and an even better CEO, some would debate that last part but you didn’t really care.

You grabbed two wine glasses from the hanging rack above the cabinet and on the same trip grabbed the bottle opener, you were adorned in a white gown that had been dropped off a few hours previous for your date with Han-Seok tonight- it made handling the wine a much more dangerous task. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your dress before he could ever see it on.

As you popped the cork from the bottle, you heard your phone buzz on the counter. You decided to ignore it for the moment being as you were too preoccupied with the task at hand. You filled both glasses with the musky red liquid before making your way back into the living area.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to take so long." you apologized, handing Ha-Joon the glass before taking a seat on the sofa directly adjacent to the love seat.

"Don't apologize, I'm the one intruding. You look lovely, are you going out with someone?" She asked timidly, taking a long swig of the alcohol. She was disheveled, hair was falling haphazardly from her ponytail and her clothes were wrinkled and had spots of stains near the cuffs of her blouse.

A smile graced your lips as you nodded, "Yeah, in about an hour I think; but don't worry about the intrusion- I'm more than happy to host a friend." You watched as she finished off the glass before pushing a little deeper. "Joon, why are you here? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

It was beyond obvious how things looked here, from an external view, she looked crazy. It was late on a Sunday and she just showed up unannounced after not seeing each other for more than three years. It felt suspicious.

"I'm.. in a lot of trouble right now. I remembered you had connections to Wusang and I needed to see you immediately. I need a lawyer, fast." She spoke in a hushed tone as if someone else was within earshot- whatever was bothering her seemed big.

You did have connections to Wusang, to probably some of the best lawyers in Korea. Usually, the law firm only handled civil rights and big corporation cases- what could a reporter need with that kind of protection? You cocked an eyebrow, moving a hand to smooth out the waves in your hair. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" You probed, taking a sip of wine- leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass.

"Can I trust you to not tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?" The woman was stern, eyes hardened. "This information is dangerous."

An instant nod was what she was met with, you even playfully held out your pinky. The danger wasn't something you were scared of. Not while you had a psychopath on speed dial with an army of the best guards in Korea. "Your information is safe with me, I swear."

The briefcase was slammed on the table as she opened it, making the vase of lilies jump at the force. You steadied the vase before focusing on the labels of all of the files that had been compiled- within each label there were corresponding bags filled with tapes and hard drives. As you glanced over the names- you saw something familiar, 'Jang Han-Seok childhood'

"What is all of this? And what does this have to do with Wusang?" You asked, thumbing through a file you'd just picked up.

"It's evidence." She whispered, a hand moving to lay over your own. "Against Babel group and the CEO.. Jang Han-Seok."

Your stomach dropped and as you flipped the file open- you realized just what you were looking at. Pages and pages of incriminating data, which seemed to come directly from babel as the pages sported the familiar logo. This was more than enough evidence to indict Han-Seok of tax fraud, union harassment, murder, and so so much more. The actions of the Babel group were the furthest thing from clean but that didn't make them all that bad, the company had its good and its bad. The same went for Han-Seok. He has his moments but he's not a bad guy.

"Who else has seen this?" You questioned, keeping your tone even as you tried to formulate a plan to dispose of her. Friendship meant nothing at this moment, the safety of Han-Seok and Babel's legacy is what mattered now.

Her hands ran through her dark strands before she answered, "Just me and you, so far. I want to take it to the law though, and with the power that monster holds- I'm scared of what might happen if I'm not protected."

Monster..

"Do you want some more wine? We can talk this over more and then get you in communication with an attorney as soon as possible." You offered, hand gliding across the table to collect the empty glass.

"Thank you, I'd really like that."

A forced smile fluttered across your lips as you stood to move into the kitchen. As you ducked behind the wall separating the room, you opened your phone to your messages with Han-Seok.

'I remember her very well.' was his reply.

'get here soon, dinner might have to wait.’ Your reply was simple, yet effective. As soon as the message was delivered, his reply was almost instant.

'I'll be there in thirty, babydoll.'

You closed out your phone and scanned the kitchen before you decided on the weapon of choice. A simple kitchen knife was the best option, albeit messy. A small sigh left your lips as you looked down at the beautiful dress that Han-Seok had picked out for you just this morning, it was white silk and as much as you hated to ruin it- you knew he wouldn't mind.

"Wine seems to be an issue at the moment, it seems these bottles hate me. Would you mind helping me out really quickly?" You called out, moving the knife to the island situated in the middle of the kitchen.

Footsteps could be heard, and each one solidified your plan. She was so close, if only she knew she was going to die- how different things would be right now.

She appeared around the corner and took notice of your phone on the counter near the wine bottle, "I struggle with these all the time, but I think I've mastered the art of manipulating the bottles." She let out a relaxed laugh, turning her back to you before beginning to fumble with the new bottle you had retrieved from the cabinet.

"So, personally, how do you feel about Jang Han-Seok?" You tested, hand gripping the handle of the knife through the sheath of cloth it was concealed in. Not to make it personal, but you were genuinely curious how someone like her saw him. To you, he was a gentleman. Polite, kind, romantic, paced, protective, and incredibly smart. He knew how to make the world work for him, not the other way around.

"I think what any sane person would think, he's insane. Corrupt, cruel, dangerous. If I was the law, I wouldn't let a man like that roam the streets free. I know you probably don't know, but he murdered some boys he went to school with, and he's actually diagnosed as a psychopath. He's not all there mentally. He needs to be locked in a psych ward or something." She ranted on and on, every word full of slander and hatred.

It made you sick. Hearing someone be so disrespectful. The more you thought about it- the more justified this killing felt. She's a risk, yes. More than that, she's a bitch.

"-I bet he's a pervert too,"

"Yeah, you think so?" You replied, hand clenching the base of the knife.

"Of course. Men like that are always creepy-"

You held back the contempt that flooded your veins, the last thing you needed to do was alert her to her newfound fate. The knife shook slightly within your grip, reminding you of the goal here.

Kill her.

"-and with Jang Han-Seok's history of violence, I can only imagine his track record with women isn't much better. Wouldn't that be something? Getting him on charges of rape or prostitution?" She sounded so proud of herself, even while saying something so vile- it was lighthearted, funny even.

KILL HER.

Your brain screamed at you with every crude remark but you knew you couldn't be too hasty. Hastiness leads to sloppy work and a chance of escape. You couldn't let her leave this house, not alive at least.

"So you must know of his internship at Wusang? Wouldn't that be a dangerous risk to take, what if he still has contacts there as well? Like, a rat?" The question was aimed at the reputability of Wusang, did she really know as much as she thought she did?

The girl paused, her entire body halting in response to the question. "Wait." She began, placing both hands on the counter. "I didn't tell you that."

In hindsight, it might have been a bit of a mistake on your part but so be it.

"Oops."

You kicked into action, hand moving to ravel in her hair. The other pressed the cold steel into her neck with just enough pressure to draw blood. Between the two, she stood no chance.

"Don't take this personally, but I will not let you ruin our lives." You grunted as she attempted to wriggle away, in turn, you dug the tip into just barely into her windpipe. "Stop fighting, die with some dignity."

"Why? P-please, you don't have to do this." Tears had begun to run down her face, it almost made you feel bad- she was so young, yet so stupid.

You drug her head back enough to make eye contact, "Where did you get all of this?" You pressed, fingers digging into her scalp. "And do you have copies?"

Ha-Joon's face crumpled, eyes filling with betrayal. "You're with him, aren't you?" She looked disgusted, with herself or you- you’d never know. "Whatever he promised you isn't worth it. He's fucking crazy, wake up (y/n)!" Pleading wouldn't save her now.

"I'm not just doing this for him, sweetheart. It's for our future. I'm protecting it from people like you. Now answer my goddamn questions." The knife had now created a line of blood from the struggling she'd been doing, it sent blood dripping down her neck.

Her voice shook, but her words couldn't be more clear. "Why should I? You're going to kill me either way, it doesn't do me any good."

Fair enough.

You smiled, letting a laugh slip. She couldn’t just cooperate, she had to push. Oh well, your conscious was already filthy. "Why? Well, if I remember correctly- you have a son at home. Sung-ho, isn't that his name?" The air became stale, the silence broken by nothing but ragged breaths. "It would be a shame if something happened to that cutie, wouldn't it?"

"You're a fucking monster, leave him out of this! He's just a kid. Just kill me, me- not him. He's innocent." She begged, struggling against your grip. "I'll tell you what you want to know, just promise me he won't be harmed."

You pretended to contemplate her bargain, It's exactly what you wanted but the fear factor was just too good to pass up. As fucked as it was, you were no better than Han-Seok. He found you when you were caught in a bad situation, he saved you. He then took you in and taught you everything he knew. Politics, business, betrayal, and coercement. "Deal."

"Thank god," She breathed, swallowing hard as she averted her gaze from your own. "I got all of the evidence from the chairman's laptop. I snuck in and stole it, all of it."

How the fuck? She must have had some kind of help, how else could she bypass his security? His office was guarded 24/7 due to the nature of sensitive materials it contained. Not to mention the encryptions on his personal laptop, all of that made her story either made-up or deeper than she tried to lead you to believe. A problem for later.

"And the copies? Do any exist? Digitally or physically." You made sure to specify, most people will try to find a loophole in just about anything. None of this evidence could survive tonight, they seemed to share that fate.

Ha-Joon hesitated before reluctantly nodding, "I have all of the data backed up on a hard drive, it's locked up in my office. I have the keys to the building, take them- they're in my back pocket."

You could just take them off her corpse, not a problem on your end.

"This has been fun but I really don't want to have to kill you, Joon." Your tone softened, "We've been friends for years and I care for you. I want to let you go."

Her breath quickened, "Really? You can let me go, (y/n). I won't tell anyone about this and I'll get rid of the hard drive myself. After that, I'll disappear. You'll never have to worry about me again." She was always good on her word, you could trust her on this.

"Okay, fine." You nodded, releasing your grip little by little. The knife lifted off her throat, edge coated in her blood.

She closed her eyes in relief, a sigh falling from her lips. "Thank you-"

Her head was jerked back and the knife serrated her neck before she had enough time to react. Gasps of shock and pain left her mouth as she clasped her hand over her throat, It was spraying blood in all directions as she began to crumble to the floor.

"I didn't really mean all that if you couldn't tell. You're a liability to me, you were never going to leave alive. From the beginning, ever since you opened your mouth about all of this, your fate had been sealed." You began, bending down with her as she fell onto the hardwood. "You have to understand, Joon. He's everything to me, you're just collateral damage."

Her body finally completely gave out and she stopped trying to get away. Her mouth opened and closed, over and over again before she let her hand fall from the gaping hole in her neck. It sprayed thick, hot blood all over you as she gargled on the blood now filling her lungs.

You glanced over towards the knife you had dropped after the initial cut, it couldn't hurt to just keep going- could it? Your fingers grasped the knife in your hand and a rush of adrenaline filled your veins, it felt too good to stop now.

Your body moved on instinct, bringing the knife down into her chest with a swift movement. A sickly crack rang out, signifying her chest plate had more than likely cracked at the force. It was music to your ears. You dislodged the knife before plunging it into her stomach, twisting it in a crude attempt to hurt her. As if her body could regulate pain at this point.

Over and over and over again. The knife sliced with deadly precision as you mutilated her corpse. Anyone could tell this was beyond excessive, but god it was so hard to stop. Her blood was so warm and her skin so delicate.

Before you knew it, she was unrecognizable.

You let the knife fall to the floor, landing with a dramatic 'thunk'. Your dress had been absolutely ruined in the chaos. Blood stains were splattered across it haphazardly, the silk taking on a rusty red color. Han-Seok wouldn't mind, you were sure of that. Your face was adorned in a spray of blood droplets, but you couldn't be bothered to mess with it.

The wine glass stood half-filled on the counter where she once stood. You took it into your hand and hopped up on the center island, letting your feet dangle. You simply watched as the lake of blood expanded, making a home on the white tile floor.

An art form you could appreciate.

The front door made a clicking noise as it unlocked, signaling to you that Han-Seok had made his arrival to the party. Perfect timing, as always.

"Babydoll?" He called out, footsteps closing in as he made his way from the hallway. He could tell something was up, the house was eerily quiet for this time of night. You usually had music playing, especially when getting ready to go out.

"In here, love." Your voice rang out from the kitchen, the nickname making his lips twitch into a smile momentarily. At least this was proof that you were okay, that was his main worry on his way here.

When he got your text, he had been at the office, setting up a few last-minute transactions before dinner. To say the least, he left the building in record time.

The kitchen light glared in on the dim living area, and as he got closer he could smell the metallic giveaway for blood. His brow knitted together as he entered the room, stopping mid-step to take in the mess that made up the kitchen floor. Blood was everywhere. On the counters, the floors, the cabinets, it even somehow sprayed the ceiling. His eyes then landed on the body or the mangled mess that used to one.

"This is your friend? Could've fooled me." He smirked, stripping off his suit jacket at the door before rolling up his sleeves. He stepped into the kitchen, shoes becoming caked with blood as he moved closer.

You shrugged, finishing off the glass of wine. "She came in as my friend and now she's going to be leaving in a duffle bag. Funny how things like this happen, huh?" Your words were lighthearted, unbothered by the act you'd committed tonight.

He chuckled, "Speaking of things happening, what led to this?" His tone was curious, he couldn't care less if this was just a casual murder. Han-Seok moved to stand between your legs at the island, hands on either side of your hips.

"She was going to ruin you. A huge briefcase of evidence that would take you and the Babel group down. She was a liability." You stated simply, looking up at him. He was much taller than you were and even on the island he still wasn't eye level. "I took care of her and I got the keys to get the backed up data in her office. We can destroy it all before anyone even knows it exists."

Han-Seok smiled, moving a hand to caress your cheek- smearing some of the blood that had yet to dry. "That's my girl," He hummed, hand trailing to the nape of your neck. His fingers intertwined in your hair before gently pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him more. "You've made me so proud."

His lips crashed down onto yours with bruising force, fingers holding your hair tight in his fist. The blood on your face smudged onto him, leaving him with lips tinted a deep red when he pulled away.

Dinner was canceled.

#jang han seok #jang jun woo #jang hanseok x reader #jang jun woo x reader #the jang bros #tvn vincenzo #vincenzo kdrama #vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #psychopath but cutie #kdrama fic #vincenzo fic #ok taecyeon #x reader

[adoraazu]

Counting | Jang Han Seo

Counting. Han Seo had always been good at counting. Childish in a sense, but Han Seo had never lost count in his life. Count. Count the seconds, count the lashes, count the hits — count the bullets. Everything came to an end eventually.

Jang Han Seo & Jang Han Seok; an introspective peek into the mind of Han Seo and how he views his brother. I was so upset by That scene in episode 20 that as soon as it happened, I paused the episode and just keyboard smashed this fic out. Cross-posted on my ao3!

Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, guns, spoilers for episode 20

Bang!  

Han Seo’s eyes darted straight over to the revolver seated in his brother’s hands in disbelief as the reverberations of the shot echoed across the walls of the room. The acrid stench of burnt gunpowder silently crept up his senses, the metallic scent in the air so strong it lingered upon his tongue as an aftertaste.

That fucking bastard really went and did it now, huh?

He glanced over at Vincenzo on the side, the mobster's usual poker face of indifference marred by equal parts chaos and shock as his grip around the fallen lawyer’s shoulders tightened.

Iron mixed with trace amounts of copper — was that what the metallic taste on his tongue was from earlier? The blossoming gunshot on Hong Cha Young’s shoulder seeped into the fabric of her coat with every tick sounding his brother’s watch, a network of red stretching along the width of the beige fabric from the epicenter. His eyes dropped momentarily down to his own blood-soaked hands, the sight before him overriding the numbness of his senses to remind him of his own wound from earlier.

Five.  

Four had missed, but what had defined Han Seok as a threat was never his skill nor his coordination. It was his psychopathy and his insanity — a complete lack of self control — that fed into his madness. Jang Han Seok may not have had a good shot, but his deranged stubbornness was what fueled his peril. And such, it was that in exchange for four bullets that had flown astray, one had managed to penetrate through the shoulder of Vincenzo’s own lady luck. It was a three versus one situation, after all — the odds were ever in his favor.

One left in a barrel of six.

Han Seo may have lived solely in Han Seok’s shadow for most of his life, moving along the motions of life as dictated by his brother’s terror regime, but there were certain things he had always been good at. Uniquely good at, to be precise. Innate talent was one thing, but skill imbued into muscle was another.

Counting. Han Seo had always been good at counting. Childish in a sense, but Han Seo had never lost count in his life. Not when it was the only thing that kept him anchored in the nightmares of his childhood whenever his brother acted out, and not when it was the only thing that years of therapy had taught him to do.

Count. Count the seconds, count the lashes, count the hits — count the bullets. Nothing could be created from emptiness. Everything came to an end eventually.

And Han Seo had counted five. Five shots had been fired. Five clicks of the trigger, five pulls of the hammer. Five rings as the casings fell onto the ground — five bullets that had been used up.

I just want to be proud of what my life has come to.  

To leave behind a legacy? No, Han Seo scoffed, he wasn’t a hero. He desired neither recognition nor award. He was a much simpler person than that — he simply wanted to be able to choose. To choose his own destiny, to do what felt right to him. To follow his gut instinct, to speak up after all those years of having his lips sealed shut.

He glanced back over once more at Vincenzo, taking a moment to commit his friend's face to memory.

I hope we can meet again in another life, brother.  

Han Seo lunged over at Han Seok, his hands fumbling to grapple for control over the gun. Nails digging deep and dragging along skin, he winced as his sibling retaliated by reflex, Han Seok’s eyes bulging at the audacity of his actions. Han-Seo wrestled the muzzle to point against himself, his teeth gritting as he forced a smile across his lips as he looked his sibling right in the eyes.

The eyes of a beast, no more and no less. Why had he given up all of his life for the monster before him? Blood should run thicker than water, but why was it that the man he shared blood with was the one who instilled such fear yet the man he had merely traded soju with was the one who inspired such courage? With his mind made up, the adrenaline of his decision surging throughout his body, the sight of his father’s other son had never been clearer. Crazed, psychopathic, beyond repair — standing before him was a man with no empathy and no remorse. A being who simply craved destruction with no beginning nor end.

“Let go.”

Han Seo found himself wondering what the man must have been thinking at the moment. Threats? Empty taunts? That if he didn’t move he would shoot?

“Good,” was the only word that Han Seo was able to formulate, a resigned chuckle following soon after.

Please do shoot.  

Han Seok was not a good brother — in fact, he was quite literally the worst. But it didn’t matter, Han Seo could always depend on the man to act the way he expected him to.

So when he heard the pull of the hammer and the emptying of the barrel, all he could do was laugh. He may not have been the more competent one of the two, but he always did understand his brother better than his brother understood him.

And for once in his life, that understanding had handed him his first and final victory on a silver platter.

“Funny,” he thought to himself as the floor seeped the strength in his legs away,

“I always thought dying would be a little more eventful.”

#Jang Hanseo #Jang Han Seo #fic #Vincenzo #Vincenzo fic #kdrama fic

[noirshitsuji]

guess who finally continued watching Vincenzo after abandoning mid episode 16 two and a half months ago,,, anyway here's a fic about Vincenzo's hair and the events b/w end of episode 16 and beginning of episode 17

#featuring an implied dash of cha young/vincenzo #but like if you squint #but like i still tagged it. because yes #anyway #my posts #my fic #hong cha young #vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #vincenzo fanfiction #vincenzo angst #vincenzo fic #cha young x vincenzo

[babygirlhanseo]

currently accepting suggestions for a (new) jang bros ficlet :,)

(can you tell i'm desperate?)

#jang bros #jang han seo #jang han seok #vincenzo #vincenzo fic #in progress

[delicateglitch]

Vincenzo tag hit 1k fics on ao3 😭😭😭

#tvn vincenzo #Vincenzo #vincenzo fanfic #vincenzo fic

[zikariogirl]

‘ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 ‘ — 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

❥ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: ‘𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐥

summary ┆ working at wusang was a dream come true for you. you had great friendships there and even began to develop feelings for a certain intern. but things started to change — big reveals left you shocked, and instead of running away you felt yourself become more captivated by him. . . and he seems to notice you as well. nothing in this world really matters to jang han-seok, but you? he will burn the whole world for you.

key: bold = english

warnings ┆mild smut (i will put a warning to let you guys know where it begins and ends)

After slowly accepting the fact that your boyfriend was not only a psychopathic CEO — but a murderer as well — spending time with him and going on dates has become a bit more easier. You decided that there’s no reason to add more stress onto your relationship, especially when Cha-young and Vincenzo are still trying to dig for more information regarding the true chairman of Babel. Luckily, to your knowledge, they haven’t discovered that Han-seok is Joon-woo, so the both of you have been living with a peace of mind and enjoying every second you could spend together. Any fear or any doubts you felt towards Han-seok has completely vanished at this point.

You were both in his apartment trying to bake some cupcakes, but instead, Han-seok found it funny to plaster some of the baking mix on your face. “Baby!”

He rarely lets out a genuine laugh, and when he does it is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. Needless to say, you’re the only person who gets to hear it considering that he pretty much despises the rest of the population in the world.

But you weren’t going to let it slide, so when he least expected it, you got him back by rubbing baking mix on his left cheek and nose.

“Ah, you got me,” he mischievously smiled. “You sneaky little devil.”

“I do learn from the best.”

“Oh I’m sure you do.”

Without warning, you felt him place his hands on your waist as he lifted you up and set you down on the counter, positioning himself in between your legs. You were at eye level with him, and your heart beat raced as you began to wonder what devious idea did he have hiding up his sleeve.

“You better not cover me with baking mix,” you warned.

“How about I give it a taste test?”

“Oh, okay. You can use this spoon to–”

He took you by surprise when you felt his lips against your cheek, licking and sucking on the baking mix that rested there. “Hm, delicious, how about here?”

He placed some baking mix on your lips before leaning in and repeating the same action. You caved into the kiss, letting out a small moan when you felt his teeth graze your lower lip as he gently pulled on it with his teeth. You knew he was about to pull away, but your needy side kicked in and you quickly hooked your arms around his neck, re-connecting your lips in another passionate kiss.

Han-seok pressed himself close to you, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt while gripping your waist tightly. You could feel his erection pressing against you, and that was enough to send you over the edge as a warm wave shot up your body. You still haven’t had sex, but there were moments where the two of you would get super intimate before being either, interrupted by a phone call, or you would grow shy and stop before it could escalate.

Right now, though? You wanted this. Your fingers were beginning to scrunch up his shirt from the neckline and you were both too engrossed in one another, that you didn’t hear the front door opening.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir!”

The two of you froze at the same time, but reacted differently to the intruder. While you ducked your head in embarrassment, Han-seok clenched his jaw as his body — menacingly and slowly — turned to face Han-seo.

“Do you. Fucking. KNOCK?!”

You both flinched at his loud voice and you silently prayed that your boyfriend would take it easy on his brother.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m so sorry! The door was unlocked so I thought it was okay enter, sir.”

Cue you mentally slapping yourself since you were the last person to come in to his apartment. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s my fault because I forgot to lock the door.”

“No, no,” Han-seok had a crazed look on his face. “Don’t apologize for the idiocy of others. It’s not your fault.”

“But–”

“He’s right,” Han-seo cut you off with a nervous laugh. “I’m an idiot for not knocking. It’s my fault.”

You wanted to argue and say that it was indeed your fault, but knowing these two, it would be pointless. Han-seo would just become more persistent in blaming himself and if you tried to defend him, then it would cause Han-seok to lose his shit and possibly go after his brother behind closed doors. Instead, you nodded your head at Han-seo, not wanting to press onto the matter.

“So, brother, are you going to stand there like a dumbass or are you going to tell me why you’re here?” Han-seok’s voice dripped with irritation.

“Sir, the research team has found crucial information that I believe you may want to know.”

“About what?”

“Its about Vincenzo.”

The three of you sat down with one of the investigators from the team, consulting and talking about Vincenzo’s true identity. You didn’t know what to expect. You assumed they were going to expose him as a con artist or someone who’s stealing money from his victims, but what you least expected to hear was that Vincenzo was a part of the Italian mafia. The fucking mafia. The blood drained from your face at the news, your mind beginning to replay every little encounter you had with him, hoping that you didn’t tick him off in any way, shape, or form. Your eyes were trained on the coffee table in front of you as you refused to look at the pictures that Han-seok held in his hands.

Holy shit, does Cha-young know? What if she’s completely unaware of the monster she has by her side. There’s a high probability that he didn’t disclose such risky information, or, she knows about it and is using that to her advantage to take down Babel. You need to double-check with her; also to make sure that she’s okay.

“So he’s one of the best consiglieres in Italy?” Han-seok questioned with a hint of excitement.

“Yes, he’s a consigliere both acknowledged and dreaded by all of the Mafia families there,” the investigator answered.

“And Vincenzo really did everything I see in these photos?”

“It’s the tip of the iceberg. He’s much more brutal than you think.”

“I knew something was wrong,” Han-seo groaned next to you while he rubbed his face.

“Hey, look,” Han-seok shoved a gruesome picture towards his younger brother, a sinister smile appearing on his face the moment Han-seo cowered away. “Look at this.”

“This is sick,” you grabbed the photo and crumbled it in your hands. “It’s not funny.”

“Wow, so angry,” Han-seok poked at you in a taunting tone.

You were not in the mood for his immature games. Vincenzo was a threat to everyone. Who knows what his true intentions are? He’s a menace who threatened Han-seo, Ms. Choi, and Mr. Han, and sickeningly left behind his initial to taunt your group. What will he do the moment he finds out about Han-seok’s identity?

You felt like throwing up.

“Come to think about it, he’s attacked us a way the Mafia would all this time,” you pointed out.

“You’re right,” Han-seok stood up as he began to list everything with his fingers. “Terrorism, threats, negotiation, mockery, and murder. I was completely wrong. Vincenzo wasn’t just a sparring partner. He’s like a Mayweather.”

His laugh echoed throughout the living room, making Han-seo stand up, with both desperation and fear resting on his features. “Will you let him go on as a sparring partner?”

Han-seok cackled. “You crazy? I’ll have to kill him, or he’ll kill us.”

And he was true to his word. Han-seok went ahead and got in touch with his contacts — as he likes to call it — to lure Vincenzo out to a secluded area, and kill him. You on the other hand, attempted to fish out information from Cha-young, trying to see if she knew anything about Vincenzo’s true identity. She either knew about him being in the mafia or just straight up had zero clue on what was happening, and you were convinced it was the first option, because she urgently asked for your help as she feared for Vincenzo’s life.

The moment Han-seok found out you were going to “save” Vincenzo, he jumped at the opportunity in chauffeuring your group to his location, but you knew the truth behind his intentions — he wants to make sure Vincenzo is dead.

You pulled up in front of Geumga Plaza as Mr. Nam and another tenant hopped inside the back of the SUV.

“Who is this?” You questioned.

“This is Mr. Lee. He’s a master of breaking people’s necks,” Mr. Nam responded before being grabbed by the neck by Mr. Lee.

“Your first love?” Mr. Lee demanded.

“An Seong-eun.”

“Your treasure?”

“My bike, Cheetah.”

Both you and Han-seok were utterly dumbfounded at the interaction that just unfolded in front of you, but Cha-young looked completely unamused.

“I’ll take care of the killers as soon as we arrive,” Mr. Lee stated with a serious expression.

“Alright,” you shot him a hesitant nod before looking over to Han-seok. “Let’s go.”

He stepped on the gas as the tires screeched into the quiet night, your adrenaline slightly kicking in the closer you got. You weren’t the type to wish death on someone, but if Vincenzo is as dangerous as he is, then he needs to be eliminated. At this point, you don’t care if Cha-young knew of his identity and was just using him to get back at Babel and Wusang, your only concern was Han-seok’s safety. There’s no doubt in your mind that Vincenzo would jump at the opportunity to kill him if he were to find out the truth.

The feeling of disappointment overcame you the moment you guys arrived, and it was self-evident that Vincenzo was alive while the men Han-seok hired were either dead or just knocked out. Cha-young ran and embraced him in a hug while you stood next to Han-seok.

“He’s alive,” you whispered.

“I can see that.”

It appeared that Cha-young and Vincenzo were discussing something, but the sound of a phone vibrating next to you caught your attention. You turned to look at Han-seok, who wore a panicked expression on his face as he clutched his left coat pocket.

“Who’s calli–”

“Fuck,” he silently hissed while clenching his teeth.

You frowned at his behavior, not understanding what was happening. When your eyes followed his and focused on Vincenzo, it didn’t take long to figure out who was calling. Your blood ran cold and your palms grew sweaty. Vincenzo was getting closer to you by the second and you couldn’t risk Han-seok getting exposed.

You subtly turned to face him while reaching for his pocket. “Give me the phone.”

His eyes widened at your request. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I’m not asking you twice,” you angrily whispered. “Give me the phone. He won’t suspect me.”

Not wanting to argue with you, Han-seok carefully passed the phone over to you, giving you the opportunity to shove it inside your own coat pocket. Just as you expected, Vincenzo didn’t question you when he walked past you, but he did shoot you a glance upon hearing the phone vibrating in your pocket.

You felt like you were about to die in that moment.

But much to your relief, he didn’t question you and only let out a deep sigh as he hung up. “There’s no answer.”

“That’s odd. He would answer if he wanted to know what happened.”

You remained emotionless throughout the whole interaction, but deep down you were shaking in fear, that not even Han-seok’s tight grip on your hand was enough to calm you down. The two of you left the scene the moment Vincenzo’s henchmen showed up, and Han-seok drove for a while before swerving the SUV onto the side of the road. He immediately stepped out and slammed the burner phone onto the ground, letting out a few curses and yells.

“Are you okay?” You asked while stepping out of the vehicle.

“He almost got me,” Han-seok breathed out. “How did he beat the three of them all at once?”

You were immune to his yelling and outbursts at this point, and all you could do was stare at him with worry as he repeatedly stomped on the phone.

“We need to think of a plan to take him down.”

“We?” He turned to look at you. “No babydoll, you’re not getting involved anymore.”

“What?”

Han-seok made his way towards you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It won’t be long until he finds out that I’m Han-seok, and the first thing he’s going after is you.”

“That’s not–”

“No. Stop. Listen to me. He will go after you as a way to blackmail me. You’re a walking target at this point, so no more visits to their little law firm. I’m sending you away to the States.”

Hold up. You took a step back as you stared at him in shock. “What? You’re sending me away? Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m playing around? Yes ______ I’m serious.”

“You can’t do this.”

“Oh yes I can, and you better not fight me on this. Get in the car.”

Earlier you were shaking in fear, but now you’re shaking in anger. He’s your boyfriend, not your legal guardian. You’re a grown woman who can fend for herself and you don’t need his or anyone’s protection. How dare he think he can just order you around?

When you made no move towards the SUV, he rolled his eyes and spun you around, slowly pushing you towards the truck.

You dug your heels into the ground. “Han-seok stop!”

He only shoved you harder. “Shut up before you piss me off.”

What the fuck is wrong with him?!

You tried to turn your body, but Han-seok had your shoulders in a tight grip. He left no room for you to move and it infuriated you by the second.

“Let me go.”

He ignored you as he tried to push you in the vehicle.

“Han-seok!” You managed to kick his shin which caused him to loosen his grip on you. You wriggled out of his grasp and took a few steps back. “Please listen to me.”

He was livid while he looked at you, and you were unsure if he felt that towards you or Vincenzo. His nostrils were flaring and his fists were clenched. You’ve never seen him this mad before in your life.

“Baby…” you softly muttered. “Please calm down.”

His chest was still heaving but he made no move to grab you anymore, so you saw that as your opportunity in walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, his arms encased you in a tight embrace and he buried his face in your neck. Han-seok held onto you tightly as you ran your fingers through his air, murmuring soft and soothing words into his ear, causing his erratic breathing to slow down.

“Shh,” you cooed. “I’m right here. He’s not going to hurt me. I’ve seen how close him and Cha-young have grown, so there’s no way she would even let him touch me. If you want me to stay hidden, I’m okay with that. What I’m not okay with is being a thousand miles away from you because baby, at that point, I would much rather be captured by Vincenzo if that meant I would be closer to you. I can be your spy, informant, or whatever else you need me to do. If you need me to kill someone, I’ll do that too. I absolutely adore you Han-seok, and I am willing to do the most fucked up shit for you. I’m not leaving you. You’re stuck with me until you grow sick of me.”

You felt him sigh on your neck before placing a gentle kiss on your skin. “Shit, I fucking love you.”

You froze at his words, but as the seconds passed, your lips curved into the biggest smile you’ve ever experienced. You waited so long to hear those words leave his mouth; to have them be addressed to you. Ever since you first met Han-seok — former Jon-woo — almost a year ago, you immediately fell in love with him. You daydreamed about him confessing his feelings to you, about the two of you growing old and having a family together. You were deeply and utterly in love, and to experience this moment now, was a true blessing.

“I love you more, Jang Han-seok.”

-

“I fucking hate you Han-seok.”

You were sweating liters — no scratch that — buckets of sweat as you leaned against the treadmill. Ever since you devoted your loyalty to your boyfriend, he’s been physically pushing you like crazy. Every day you’ve gone to work out with him and he even hired a martial artist trainer to teach you basic self-defense moves, in case you’re ever in a situation that requires it. You understand why he’s doing all of this but dear god, was it so much.

The sound of a whistle made your body jolt as you quickly shot Han-seok a glare.

Yes, the idiot brings a whistle to your sessions every time.

“Come on babydoll, pick up the pace!” He clapped his hands. “You got this!”

“I’ve been running for the past thirty minutes!” You plopped yourself on the treadmill as it slowly moved you towards the edge, gently dropping you on the floor. “Can we please take a break.”

“You think Vincenzo or his goons will give you a five minute break mid-fight? I don’t think so.” Cue him blowing the whistle. “Now pick up the pace! Hustle!”

“Geez, are you preparing me for Vincenzo or for the fucking war?”

“Baby, this is a war.”

“Says you,” you mumble. “I just wanted to stay home and play Call of Duty.”

“Babydoll, I’ve told you a thousand times, Call of Duty is not good firearm practice.”

Oh great, he mentioned that again. You embarrassingly told him that you could practice using a firearm by learning how to aim and shoot in Call of Duty first. Let’s just say, Han-seok nearly died from laughter when you first brought it up.

“Do not insult NoobMaster69,” you defended yourself. “I’ve gotten so good.”

“I’m sure you have,” Han-seok’s tone was taunting as he made his way towards you. “By the way, have I ever told you how hot you look when you sweat?”

“Mm, no I don’t think so. Enlighten me.”

He grabbed your hands and lifted you up on your feet, and the devil himself wasted no time in gripping your ass. You immediately felt him growing hard against you and your body reacted the same way when you felt a sudden feeling of heat pooling in your area.

After that night where the two of you confessed your love for each other, you went back to his place and basically ripped each other’s clothes apart. That night was filled with both passion and hunger. The two of were craving each other’s bodies for a while, and finally getting a taste of it was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop. You both went round after round, going at it like animals, before completely knocking out and taking the following day off so you could rest.

Ever since then, neither of you could take your hands off the other.

“The way your body shines with sweats makes me go insane. Your beautiful skin looks so mesmerizing, makes me want to bite you.”

He hoisted you up and placed you on top of a counter, causing you to squint your eyes at him. “Wait don’t you have to go in to work soon?”

“We can make this fast babydoll.”

- smut begins here -

You shot him a smile before connecting your lips together, your hands reached down to pull your leggings off while he fumbled to untie his sweat pants. He pulled you close, lightly tapping his tip against your clit, the action making you both jolt and moan into his mouth. He wasted no time in filling you up completely and pushing you down so you laid with your back against the counter. His movements were fast and rough while he gripped your hip with one hand and had the other wrapped around your throat.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned while gripping the arm that was holding your throat.

“You look so beautiful babydoll,” he groaned, his eyes connecting with yours. “You take it so well. Good girl.”

Fuck, you love it when he praises you.

He knew your body too well already, and while he was thrusting in and out of you, he began to rub your clit with his thumb, the sudden action sending you over the edge. You came all over him as you squirmed underneath his hold, your screams and moans echoing throughout the workout room, as his pace quickened. He was slamming into you repeatedly before he quickly pulled out and spilled his seed all over your stomach, his hips slightly thrusting as he jerked himself off.

- smut ends -

“Fuck, I want to come inside you so bad,” he huffed as he grabbed a towel.

You giggled. “Baby, I told you I’m on birth control.”

“Still a risk I’m not willing to take.”

“Fair point,” you smiled and closed your eyes while he cleaned you up. "Are you going to be busy after your meeting?"

"Yep. I'm going to meet up with Cha-young since we're going to exchange intel."

Now that was news to you. You sprung up and furrowed your eyebrows. "Are you sure that's a good idea? What if she just baits you or gives you false info?"

"The information I'm giving her isn't too important. Don't worry babydoll, I have this all planned out already," he shot you a smile before quickly pecking your lips. "I'll see you tonight okay?"

You nodded your head in return and watched him walk away, feeling relieved that you now have some time to test your theory about Vincenzo. Ever since Han-seok was almost caught by him, he has stuck you to his side every second of the day. You barely had time on your own and you understood where his worry came from, but come on, you’re a girl for pete’s sake. Every girl needs her privacy at some points.

You quickly took a shower and changed into something comfortable. You felt a bit nervous attempting to test your theory, but doing this will only ease your conscious and his.

It felt so odd stepping foot into Geumga plaza; the last time you were here was almost two months ago. You weren’t sure if everyone was going to shoot you a stink eye upon arriving, but the moment you saw Mr. Nam’s eyes light up at your figure, you smiled.

“_______!” He sprung up from his seat, causing a half tired Vincenzo to flinch. “Why haven’t you stopped by?”

“I’m sorry. I kind of felt like I didn’t belong here since I work at Wusang.”

That was true.

“You can always leave them and come work here,” Vincenzo yawned before turning to look at you.

“I think I’m okay for now, but I still took Cha-young’s offer into consideration.”

“Oh! Is it because of Joon-woo?” Mr. Nam wiggled his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” you replied with a grin.

“Have you two kissed?”

“We may have given each other a little peck here and there.”

The two of you giggled like little schoolgirls while shaking each others hands in excitement. Vincenzo groaned at the sight in front of him as he rubbed his face.

“Do you two really have to talk about this right now?”

“Oh come on Vincenzo, it’s not like I haven’t noticed how close you and Cha-young have gotten.”

“What?” He stared at you, completely dumbfounded, while the tip of his ears began to turn pink. Both you and Mr. Nam giggled again and ran towards his desk.

“Is that true Mr. Cassano? Do you like Miss–”

“No,” he immediately responded while avoiding eye contact.

“Oh he totally likes her.”

“He does,” Mr. Nam geeked. “Mr. Cassano, if you both were to get married, can I be your best man?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Don’t tell me you prefer Mr. Lee over me!”

“What? No! I meant the wedding is not going to happen Mr. Nam.”

“But you two would make such beautiful babies!”

“Who’s making beautiful babies?”

The two men beside you froze at Cha-young’s voice, neither of you expecting her to show up. Vincenzo quickly began to type gibberish on his laptop, Mr. Nam ran towards his desk before tripping, and you? Well, you grabbed a nearby magazine and pretended to read it.

“______? Why are you…” you heard her pause before letting out a scream. “No!”

“What?!” The three of you questioned.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant with that idiot’s baby!”

“What?!” The color drained from your face as you processed what she asked you. “Who said that?!”

“You did!”

“I did not–”

“Who’s pregnant?”

Now it was your time to actually freeze. You should’ve assumed that Han-seok was going to be tagging along with Cha-young, but it never occurred to you that he would show up here. Oh boy, the moment his eyes landed on you, you wanted to run away and hide. He looked pissed.

“You!” Cha-young thankfully broke the dangerous stare down he was giving you as she pointed at him. “You impregnated my best friend?!”

Now it was Han-seok’s turn to freeze as the color drained from his face. His eyes shot open and he genuinely looked mortified. “I… no wait… you’re pregnant?!”

Whatever anger he was feeling towards you before was gone, but at this moment, you felt so embarrassed and awkward. No one gave you a chance to explain yourself because before you knew it, Cha-young ran towards Han-seok and began to hit him with her folder.

“You moron! How dare you not consult with me first! You think it’s okay to just impregnate her after barely getting together?!”

“What?! I’m innocent!” Han-seok defended himself from her blows. “We’ve been careful!”

“Joon-woo!” You covered your face in embarrassment, not expecting him to out your business like that.

It was complete chaos in the Jipuragi Law Firm. After a couple of more seconds, Cha-young and Han-seok calmed down before everyone slowly turned to look at you — more specifically your stomach.

“I’m not pregnant,” you whined.

“Oh thank goodness,” Cha-young breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way towards you. “Also, why the hell haven’t you visited me?! I should beat you up as well.”

“I’m sorry. Things have just been hectic.” Your apology was sincere, but at the same time, your moments with Han-seok has lately been more important than anything else.

Cha-young only huffed out in annoyance. “Fine I’ll accept your excuse. Anyways,” she turned to look at Han-seok, “you ready to go?”

“Sure thing ex-boss,” he beamed his innocent smile before looking at you directly. “Can ______ come as well?”

“I actually need her for something.”

You did not expect Vincenzo to speak up, let alone need you for something. You shot him a questioning look, and before you could even ask, he once again replied.

“She’s going to help me with a certain case.”

“Wh-wha..?” You were too stunned to speak.

Han-seok’s shoulders grew rigid, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to keep his identity a secret, you know he would’ve stormed across the room and snatched you up.

“Really? About what?” To everyone else, he might’ve appeared curious, but you knew that your boyfriend was silently losing it.

“It’s confidential as of now,” Vincenzo grabbed his belongings before standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Where though?” You questioned. You didn’t necessarily feel safe heading out with a fucking mafia member. You were one-hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t harm you, yet you still feared for your life.

“It’s not anything dangerous or scary,” he reassured you. “You’re a girl, and I need your opinion on something.”

Now he was making no sense, but nonetheless, you nodded your head and followed him out. You sent Han-seok one last look, trying to tell him that you’ll be okay, but the moment you stepped out of Geumga plaza you felt your phone vibrate.

‘You better turn your location on right now.’

That was a demand, not a question. You quickly did as he asked before hopping inside the SUV with Vincenzo.

“You okay?”

Your palms are super sweaty and you feel like you’re going to pass out any second. No, you’re not okay. You have no clue as to why he needed you to come with him. Is he planning on using you for one of his dirty tasks? Does he know the truth and is actually kidnapping you? What if he’s going to try to torture information out of you?

Oh god, you regret coming along. You should’ve listened to Han-seok and take him up on his offer on tagging along with him and Cha-young. The three of you were so close before, and it would’ve felt nostalgic having the three musketeers reunite for a bit.

“I didn’t think shopping for jewelry would put you in a nervous wreck,” Vincenzo’s voice brought you back to your senses.

You blinked at him, feeling unsure on how to respond. It took you a while to process his words before you answered back like a lost idiot. “Huh?”

Huh? That’s all you could say?

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Are you deaf too?”

“Okay now you’re just being straight up rude.”

“Because you’re not answering me.” You could tell he was getting a bit annoyed, something that made your skin crawl. God, you were so on edge because of him.

“Okay… so enlighten me then. Why are you bringing me along?”

Now it was his turn to look uncomfortable, making your curiosity peak as your eyes trained on the shifting of his shoulders. What he said next almost made you lose your shit.

“Do you know if Cha-young likes jewelry?”

Four hours and fifteen stores later, you managed to help Vincenzo find a gorgeous pair of earrings for Cha-young — though a part of you hoped it would’ve been an engagement ring he was searching for. Nonetheless, this confirmed your suspicion of him fancying Cha-young, and it also eased your worry in suspecting that he would hurt you in any way. You felt accomplished on your mission in getting closer to Vincenzo, more importantly, squeezing your way onto his good side.

After your boy-girl shopping trip, he dropped you back off at Geumga plaza, claiming he had somewhere to go and stating that Joon-woo and Cha-young should be back any time soon. You were currently swirling in one of the chairs in the office, playing Call of Duty mobile, as Mr. Nam typed away on his computer, drinking what appeared to be some soju. The sound of his phone ringing caught your attention, but what made it more peculiar was the way he stared at you in horror.

What the hell is going on?

“Yes, she’s with me.”

He’s talking about you, but who’s on the other line?

“Got it. Okay.” Then he hung up.

Not wanting to be left in the dark, you stood up and made your way towards him. “What’s going on?”

“Um nothing… actually no… Cha-young will explain everything.”

“Explain what? I have a right to know since it was obvious that you were talking about me.”

His phone pinged, resulting in the two of you to stare at it at the same time, and before you knew it, you ran to grab his phone, making him yell and push you back as he held it up high. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you needed to know what was going on. You aimed and kneed him where the sun doesn’t shine, and Mr. Nam let out a choked up scream before collapsing on the ground. You snatched his phone from his grasp and read over the message that Cha-young sent to him.

‘Please don’t tell her yet. I don’t know how she’ll react knowing that Joon-woo isn’t who he says he is. He’s definitely using her to get information from us so let me break the news to her slowly.’

They know. They fucking know.

How? Who told them? What clues were left behind? Was Han-seok being followed? You were sure that your group tossed out the important pieces to the puzzle, that way the Jipuragi Law Firm could not piece together what was destroyed. You guys hid his identity so well, so what the fuck happened? The situation slowly dawned on you when you remembered what Vincenzo said earlier.

“Wait here. Joon-woo and Cha-young should be back shortly, but I have somewhere to go.”

“Where?” You questioned.

You knew he was hiding something, but what exactly? All Vincenzo did was smile and say that it was something important.

You pieced it all together; knowing too well that Vincenzo was most likely on his way to end Han-seok. No, over your dead fucking body. You ran out of the office, ignoring Mr. Nam’s pleas as you whipped out your phone and called Prosecutor Jung, letting him know to check up on Joon-woo as soon as possible.

Vincenzo may or may not be there, but you’re not taking the risk. You are not letting that bastard take away the love of your life. The fear and anger that shook through your body made you almost loose your footing as you wasted no time in calling your boyfriend. He didn’t answer, something that made your worry spike ten times more. You hastily called Ms. Choi who picked up on the first ring.

“What–”

“They know.” You were safely out of Geumga plaza at this point. “They know he’s Han-seok.”

You didn’t have to explain more to her, because she knew who you were talking about. “How?”

“I don’t know yet, but I just found out from looking at Mr. Nan’s phone and seeing Cha-young’s text. Ms. Choi I’m afraid something happened to Han-seok. He’s not answering his phone and…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you began to hiccup with tears running down your cheeks.

“Okay, calm down,” you could hear the frustration and annoyance within her tone. “I’ll try calling him as well. If he calls either of us, let me know.”

“O-Okay.” You hate being weak in front of others — absolutely despise it — especially when it comes to those who show no fear. “I called Prosecutor–”

Then the line went dead. You looked at your phone, your body furiously shaking when you noticed that it lost battery.

“Motherfucker!” You screamed and punched a nearby wall, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm. You simply couldn’t stop. You were livid, your emotions were in no control as you repeatedly punched the brick wall in front of you. Your mind began to envision a certain male figure; making you lose more control of yourself.

“You Mafia bastard!”

You wanted him dead. Funny how things can quickly change within a blink of an eye.

Searching for a cab was surprisingly difficult, but you were thankful that the driver was kind enough to let you borrow his phone. You immediately dialed Ms. Choi’s number and felt relief hit you when she answered.

“Ms. Choi, it’s me.”

There was a long pause on her end before you heard his voice on the other line.

“Babydoll? Are you okay?”

“Han… Han-seok?” You shakily cried.

“What’s wrong? Whose number is this? Fuck _______ where are you right now?”

“I-I’m in a cab right now, on my way to your apartment, but please… are… are you okay?”

You heard him breathe out a sigh of relief. “Don’t worry about me. Take a detour and head to the Prosecutor’s office. I’m currently here with Ms. Choi, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a second. I love you.”

“I love you too, babydoll.”

The drive to Prosecutor Jung’s office felt like it dragged for ages — even though it was ten minutes away. The moment the cab came to a halt, you scurried out and made your way inside, desperately searching for Han-seok. When your eyes caught sight of him, it felt like you could finally breathe, and before you knew it, you were sprinting towards him. He turned at the sound of your footsteps; looking like he experienced hell as well. In two big strides he was already in front of you, and he scooped you into his arms and held you tightly against his chest.

That’s when you let the tears come out. You were hyperventilating onto his shoulder, gripping the coat of his suit tightly with your sprained hands before they moved to touch his hair, all while he cooed in your ear and left soft kisses on your shoulder. Hugging him has never felt better before. You can be at peace knowing that he’s safe in your arms, but how long will that peace last now that Vincenzo knows about his true identity? The war has just begun, and you plan on fighting in it, to protect the one thing that means the most to you.

No one is going to take him from you. No one is going to ruin your happiness.

You pulled away and took a hold of his face, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He responded almost immediately, but the sound of someone smacking their lips behind Han-seok made you stop. You slowly turned to look at an easily annoyed Ms. Choi, who watched you two with her arms crossed.

“Do you have something stuck in your teeth or do you have a problem with me kissing my boyfriend?” You snapped.

Your comment definitely caught her off guard, and it even threw off Han-seok as well.

“Hey hey,” he directed your attention back to him. “No need to be aggressive baby. You–” his eyes finally trained on your knuckles. “What happened?”

The way his voice got dangerously low made you shudder. “I punched a building, I’m sorry. I was so angry thinking that Vincenzo possibly hurt you and I just couldn’t stop. I’m okay though, it just stings.”

Han-seok proceeded to kiss your knuckles with delicacy. “Mm, so you do get crazy for me, huh babydoll?”

“No one’s taking you away from me.”

“And no one will. I won’t allow that.”

After being in the clear to leave, the three of you were heading towards the exit, both you and Han-seok holding each other close by intertwining your fingers together. After finding out that Han-seok feigned innocence when Prosecutor Jung showed up — thank the lord that you called him — you all collectively agreed to continue to lie about him being Han-seok. As far as you know, Vincenzo has no solid proof against him, which means he can still play the role as Jang Joon-woo.

“You’re leaving already, Mr. Chairman?”

The sound of Cha-young’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You were hoping that you wouldn’t bump into her, but of course nothing is inevitable.

“Cha-young,” Han-seok spoke out.

“Of course,” Ms. Choi hissed in irritation. “Mr. Jang is a victim of attempted murder. There’s no reason at all for him to kept here.”

Cha-young ignored your supervisor as her eyes were trained on you. “I hope you know he’s lying to you ______.”

“Cha-young, there must be a misunderstanding,” Han-seok tried to explain in a calm tone.

Your body had a mind of its own the moment Cha-young began to slap him, because you shoved yourself forward, pushed her, and slapped her back just as hard. Everyone went silent while her eyes looked at you with betrayal, and for a second you felt a wave of disappointment hit you. Why did I do that? She’s my best friend. Then everything began to flood back. Her and Vincenzo trying to ruin your happiness; to take him away from you. You’re not going to let that slide, and she absolutely deserved to get slapped in the face for even putting her hands on Han-seok.

“______ stop,” Han-seok pleaded while pulling you away from Cha-young. “She needs to hear me out.”

Neither of you said anything, giving him the perfect opportunity to clear his name. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Fine, let’s say it’s no big deal for a person to fool another person. You had fun, I feel like shit. You turned my best friend against me and you’re also lying to her. But this is on another level. You brutally murdered innocent people and shamelessly put on an act without feeling any guilt about killing them. That means you are less than human and don’t deserve to live.”

You heard enough. Once again, you placed yourself in between Han-seok and Cha-young. “You need to stop. You’re lucky Joon-woo decided not to press charges against your crazed mafia bastard. If anyone is less than human, it’s him.”

Cha-young scoffed. “Are you serious right now?”

You didn’t feel like entertaining the conversation more, so you took a hold of Han-seok’s hand and made your way towards the exit, but not before saying one last comment to Cha-young as you walked past her.

“You better keep your dog on a tight leash.”

But of course, she always has to have the last word.

“Take good care of your master. We’re done.”

-

The ride back to Han-seok’s apartment was definitively eerie, no one bothering to utter out a word. The severity of the situation was finally settling in, knowing that Han-seok has a target painted at the back of his head, and soon you will too. You’ve come to terms with knowing that Cha-young is no longer going to talk to you. Whatever relationship you had left with her has vanished. Vincenzo is going to come for you all; you will have to plan accordingly to take him down.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Mr. Han and Han-seo waiting for you all in the living room. Han-seok shook his coat off and threw it on the floor, not bothering to take a seat as he began to slowly pace in front of the couches. You took a seat in one of the arm chairs that sat behind him, your body facing the rest of the group. After a few more moments of silence, Han-seo decided to speak.

“It’s a relief seeing that you’re okay, sir.”

“Yes, yes. We’re glad to see that you weren’t harmed,” Mr. Han agreed.

“Damn it,” Han-seok muttered out. You turned to look at him, noticing that he was bent down and slightly grazing the floor with his fingers. He appeared to flick something off before standing up. “The floor got all dirty!”

“That bastard almost shot you, yet you’re worried about the floor?” You deplored.

“Yes babydoll, I am,” he replied almost sarcastically. “Why did they have to come in here with their shoes on?”

Really? You pray that he’s just messing with you.

“Why wasn’t Vincenzo arrested?” He questioned Ms. Choi. Before she could utter out a response, Mr. Han spoke instead.

“Prosecutor Jung concluded that his gun was fake and he should only be charged with intimidation.”

Now that was news to both of you.

“His gun was fake?”

“I think Prosecutor Jung fabricated it,” Ms. Choi explained.

“He calls himself a prosecutor of integrity, but he’s colluding with a Mafia member,” Han-seo scoffed in annoyance.

Oh lord, was that true? You were the one who called Prosecutor Jung to Han-seok’s place, but you weren’t aware that him and Vincenzo could possibly be working together.

“I called him to your place,” you answered while anxiously biting your nails. “When I found out that Vincenzo was possibly going to your place, I called Prosecutor Jung. I didn’t know he could be working with Vincenzo.”

“We don’t know that for sure. We’ll have to do some digging,” Ms. Choi stated before turning to look at Han-seok. “Why don’t you stay low for a couple weeks?”

“Nope, no,” Han-seok plopped down in the armchair next to you. “I’m fine. Let him kill me if he can.”

“Shut up before I slap you,” you snapped, not realizing that you were slightly shaking. Was it anger? Anxiety? Who knows, but you felt very irritable right now.

“Wow, really?” He laughed and leaned his body forward. “Okay, give me your best hit. Come on.”

You had enough. Without saying another word, you stood up and walked towards his bedroom, not wanting to cry in front of the others. You tend to get overly emotional when you grow angry, and you’re not sure why Han-seok is trying to push your buttons after this whole situation. Maybe he’s just trying to act tough and cold in front of the group, but whatever he’s doing, it’s pissing you off. Could he at least be more considerate of your emotions? He saw the way you were back at the station — broken and hysterical.

None of this is a game to you. He could’ve died if Vincenzo chose to show no mercy. It’s frustrating to see that Han-seok fails to grasp how severe the situation has gotten.

Letting out a groan, you plopped yourself on the bed, but the stinging sensation of your bruised knuckles hitting the duvet made you hiss. You inspected them carefully and noticed the dried blood; you also saw the area beginning to swell up. You made your way to the bathroom and began to search Han-seok’s cabinets for any first aid equipment.

And speak of the devil, you heard him walk inside the room.

“What are you going?” He questioned with curiosity.

“Do you have any rubbing alcohol?”

He frowned at your question, before his line of vision focused on your hands. He swiftly marched over to you and grabbed both of your wrists.

“Are you sure they didn’t hurt you?”

You don’t even want to think about that moment. You remember feeling so hopeless, useless, and lonely.

“Babydoll don’t cry please. Just tell me what happened. Did anyone hurt you?”

You didn’t even realize that you were crying, but now that he mentioned it, you couldn’t stop. He brought you in for a hug, careful to not hurt your hands, as he let you cry against his chest.

“I thought I lost you,” you bellowed with anguish. “You… you weren’t answering my calls. I cou… I couldn’t get a hold of you. All I could think about was how that bastard possibly took you from me… so I just lost it and punched that brick wall so many times, pretending that it was Vincenzo.

“He’s fucking dangerous, yet here you are… joking and saying that he can try to kill you. Do… do you not realize how much you fucking mean to me? How frustrating it is to see you gamble with your life. Baby…. please just lay low.”

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed circles on your back. “I am.”

Your eyes sprung open before looking up to see him. “What?”

“I’m going to stay at my father’s vacation home for a while. Han-seo will handle everything here temporarily.”

You were relieved to say the least, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart leaping in your chest when he smiled back at you.

“I want you to come with me,” he explained while caressing your cheek. “I want to keep you close.”

He doesn’t even have to ask you twice, the answer will always be yes. His fingers tucked themselves underneath your chin while his thumb grazed your lips. You softly kissed it, feeling a warm hum of affection building inside you as you met his gaze. Without a word, he leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a tender, meaningful kiss. You felt his fingers wrap themselves behind your neck while you placed both of your hands on either side of his face.

You held each other closely, as if making sure that this moment was real and you were both safe. Today was a close call — something neither of you could risk happening ever again. Others may see your relationship as sick and twisted, but nothing is more powerful in this world than love, and that’s something that’s holding you two together. You’re each other’s motivation; the sole reason of not giving up. Han-seok would kill every single person that tries to take you from him if he has to, and you? Well, you would do the exact same.

You may not be sinister or sick as him, but you’re crazy in love, and that’s enough motivation to keep you going, to fight for what is yours. No one — not Vincenzo or Cha-young — will take Han-seok away from you.

And if they do, then you can play the crazy mourning girlfriend, and strike them both when they least expect it.

-

a/n: i was lowkey imagining han-seok and the reader hugging like this at the station. the ANGGSSTT

also… be prepared for more angst in the next part.

#SoundCloud #vincenzo kdrama #jang hanseok #jang hanseok fic #reader x jang hanseok #jang hanseok oneshot #reader x jang joon woo #jang joonwoo #vincenzo hanseok #jang joon woo #vincenzo

[my-drama-heart2406]

So I had this fic idea...

So suppose Hong Hae-in and Hon Cha-young know each other. Both successful and immaculately dressed queens with quirky personalities, besides, who can dislike our Cha-young. Maybe the Hongs used to take help from Cha-young, since she's a Hong too, when she was a lawyer at Wusang, before Hae-in married Hyun-woo.

And Hae-in told in the last ep that she'll bring a competent lawyer of her own... Now WE know that that lawyer was going to be 🤌Vincenzo Cassano🤌

But what if Hae-in wasn't talking about Vinny at all. What if she had meant Hong Cha-young instead. Because Wusang or not Hong Cha-young is still Hong Cha-young.

So NIS and Interpol lifted the arrest warrant on our Corn-Salad. And the first thing he did, obviously, is coming to meet his 💖byeonohsa-nim💖 and his ✨Geumga family✨

So Hae-in goes to Geumga plaza, to Jipuragi to employ their CEO as her legal representative.

Now, naturally, Vincenzo is also at Jipuragi. Because peak Chayenzo domesticity is them working on cases together.

Now Hong Cha-young has a lot on her plate, being the CEO of Jipuragi, but she still wants to help a friend in need. That's where Vinny comes into the picture.

He hears Hae-in's case and his first thought is that... He needs to teach her jerk of a husband a lesson on how a man should treat the woman he loves(he does know it best).

And he looks at Hong Cha-young and goes, "byeonohsa-nim, don't worry I'll handle it."

And Hong Cha-young looks smugly and proudly up at her man and nods her head, "ofcourse byeonohsa-nim. Go ahead."

Hae-in is sceptical of this lawyer she has never seen or even heard of before, even though he seems very charismatic. But Hong Cha-young assures her, "don't worry. He's got this. He's the best I know 😉"

#queen of tears #vincenzo #somebody please write this fic #i would.... #...but life gets in the way 😞 #vincenzo cassano #hong cha young #hong hae in #chacenzo #chayenzo #song joong ki #kim ji won

[june-again]

i like to think that for vincenzo, cha-young really is his first requited love. yes, he's a charmer, and it's fairly clear that he has some kind of experience with women. he can flirt, charm, court, seduce, cajole, and romance almost anyone. he's aware that he can do this, but his experience with such things in only counterfeit contexts is that there is no meaning to it. he hasn't, in his life, had the opportunity to meet someone that wants something out of it. he hasn't met someone who wears their heart on their sleeve—until cha-young. cha-young, at whose face, not long after meeting her the first time, he spat, and mouthed her off in italian. cha-young who's worked for the enemy. cha-young who needs no one to stand up for her. cha-young, whose fragile pride and earnestly transforming heart are no match for vincenzo's hardened shell of one. he may refuse to see her as a partner, knowing that she trusts him blindly and will only learn a morsel of what evil lives in his soul. and yet she is significant—and yet he depends on her—and yet he misses her presence and wants to protect her from himself, and more importantly, his past. she is genuine and strange and good.

but in each of their fumbling awkwardness, he loves her. he loves her because nothing is forced and nothing is transactional. he shouldn't love her because to love her is to endanger her. but he never claimed to be a good man, and he never asked for her to love him back.

#thinking Thoughts™ #i was searching for chayenzo fics last night and all of them were too lovey-dovey #bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #the reason my non alloromantic ass enjoys this pairing is because they're both awkwardly and naturally intimate #their souls are more intertwined by cha-young hesitating to flick vincenzo's forehead #than any other couple would be saying “i love you” and fucking #JUST SAYING #anyways #love this show (still) #vincenzo #chayenzo #vincenzo drabble #hong chayoung #vincenzo cassano

[helianthus21]

i know i'm biased af cuz i'm han-seo trash but hear me out. I think Han-seok's plan in ep 20 should've been more about Han-seo. Han-seo's betrayal hit him Way Worse than Vincenzo getting the woman he had a crush on (it didn't even seem that deep), especially considering Han-seo basically replaced Han-seok with his worst enemy. idk i just think they should've gone harder on the whole "you stole my brother" thing. Cha-young could still have taken a bullet for Vin, but not so bad that she couldn't see this plan through at Vin's side (yes I still think Vin should've let her have Choi Myung-hee, that was her archenemy, this revenge should've been hers)

#yes im still bitter about the finale #i would've advised the writers to throw it in the trash and revise the whole thing tbh #vincenzo #jang han seo #this ep is like the only complaint i have about the whole show #i know he had to kidnap cha young to get vincenzo #but hear me out! he still would've come if it was about han seo! #han seok should've taunted him like 'look how much ur new brother cares! #how much we bet he won't even show up for u' #and then vin actually shows up #hold on this is a great fic idea

[autistichanseo]

What If Gaus Electronics was a daydream Jang Hanseo made up to deal with the abuse he was going through? Hear me out:

Okay to start off: I don’t actually think the show was made with the intention of well, being an escapism Jang Hanseo made to deal with everything so I won’t call it a theory or anything.

But head canon that maybe, maybe Hanseo made up a world where he was the main character just, living a normal office job. Living a boring, normal ordinary life far away from his current position as puppet CEO.

The structure of Gaus Electronics is similar to a cartoon. When Sangsik gets hurt (e.g. when he lost a tooth in the first episode) he magically regains it later on. It’s all silly and lighthearted and nothing truly devastating happens in the show, the only injuries that stay longer then a few scenes are needed to progress the plot (e.g Narae’s arms being in casts so Sangsik and Aziz have to look after her.)

Sangsik makes a potentially catastrophic mistake in the first episode for the company he works at, but this mistakes ends up helping the company. It means Marketing Team 3 gain a lot more respect than they had before.

He makes a mistake and it doesn’t hurt him or lead to awful consequences, which we know for a fact isn’t the case for Hanseo. Even the smallest mistake leads Hanseok to hurt Hanseo or could be fatal for the company. He has to deal with the weight of always having to please his brother (whose impulsive, erratic and mood can switch drastically at the drop of a pen) while also making sure he doesn’t mess up anything as the fake CEO of babel.

Thats a lot of pressure, constantly on his shoulders.

But in this universe he doesn’t have either of those things.

Why not make a world where he could imagine what it’s like to just make mistakes like every other human being and not get hurt for it? To be allowed to grow from them and learn rather than live in fear of what would happen to him for doing so?

Moreover, it wasn’t even Sangsik who uploaded the video in the first place publicly!! It was Mr. Cho the invisible dude (I think that’s his name) which is a great metaphor of how Hanseo has to take the fall for all of Hanseok’s mistakes publicly.

Things that weren’t even his fault he had to apologise for! To the public! He had to endure the hate and backlash for all of it!

Maybe Hanseo in his head makes up this entire universe. He’s the main character, he works for some random office in this world in the lowest Marketing Team. He was never allowed to suggest ideas to Hanseok, but now its his job! It’s his job to come up with ways to market the company he works at!

Hanseo has lived in riches his whole life and it’s all he knows (e.g. how he reacted to the Jipuragi office) so maybe what Matan thought living a normal life was like is what Hanseo thought it was like.

Maybe Hanseo projected onto Matan, and that’s why Sangsik wanted to become Matan’s older brother so badly.

He wanted to be the older brother to him he never got.

And maybe if he also plays the older brother, he could make sure he wouldn’t be hurt again.

Anyone who “hates” Sangsik in the show comes to love him (Narae) or secretly do love him even if they pretend they don’t (Mr. Baek). He has people who care for him and love him even if he’s “stupid” and messes up. Something Hanseo desperately wanted.

He wanted a family. And that’s exactly what Marketing Team 3 could be for him. Even if they were fake. Even if they were made up.

He could at least imagine what it felt like to be happy if he wasn’t allowed to be so.

(@seerya @dongyeonsimp since I’ve converted you guys to this hc 🫶🏼)

#theres probably more I could add and I will when I remember #poor hanseo man #tvn vincenzo #jang hanseo #빈센조 #gaus electronics #kdrama #i might make a fic about this hc #or art who knows #he makes a full blown map of everything and hanseok catches him #and straight up rips it up #and hanseo cries because its the one thing he had for himself #jang han seo #mypost #gaus hanseo daydream hc

[panjakes]

Come back

Summary:after a while Yn comes back.

Warnings:Cussing mentioning of violence

Implied black reader, anyone can read. This is a little oc(maybe a lot)

Yn sighs sitting down on the bed she use to sleep on. The bed held so many memories. The good and the bad.

After she left, she didn’t think she’d be back.

“Oh Yn! Your here!”

She looks over seeing her brother in law, Hanseo.

“Hey Hanseo. Yeah I’m back” Yn says with a sad smile

“You know he needs you” he says

“When doesn’t he” Yn says sighing

“Where’s Ama?” He asks looking around

Just then the one year old ran out the closet holding a shoe in her hand. He smiles opening his arms allowing the toddler to run into his arms

Hanseo was a better father and that wasn’t even his child.

“I should get home” Hanseo says after playing with Ama for an hour

“Please take her with you. I don’t want her to be here when we start fighting” Yn says

Hanseo nods grabbing the small child and her backpack taking his exit.

Soon after he left Yn could hear the door slamming and her husband, Jang Hanseok,walks in ever so slowly.

He smirks at the sight of Yn standing in the middle of the room

“Welcome back love. How was your vacation?” He asks slowly walking up to the women. She scoffs rolling her eyes

“It wasn’t a vacation. When we’re done here I’ll be going back” Yn says making the man laugh

“So you say? I’ll find you again. Then bring you back again” he says

Yn says nothing in response. She just goes and sits back on the bed. She knew it was true. He’d done it before. She’d done it before.

It was a cat and mouse game for the couple. Yn runs away, Junwoo leaves her alone for a while then when he decides it’s time for her to come home, he finds her, then brings her home. Again.

“You shouldn’t run away anyway. I’m where you need to be” he says unbuttoning his shirt

“Where I need to be is away from you! I run away to get away from you” Yn says

“You leave to prove a point. Yes I have some issues but you leaving me makes it no better” he says throwing his shirt somewhere on the floor.

“Some issue that you need to get help with. I’m not your personal therapist Hanseok” Yn says making the man turn around fast as lighting

“But your my wife! And your suppose to help me!” He says stalking closer to the women

“My help is never enough! I’ve done nothing but help you through this marriage! Ever think I, your WIFE, may need some help?” The women asks looking up at the man who was now towering over her

He said nothing. He just scoffed and walked off

“Exactly. Instead of helping me when I was In need you were out cheating” Yn mumbles

“I never cheated on you!” He shouts coming back into the room

“How many times did I have to wash lipstick, perfume and fucking glitter off your clothes! Huh?! You were out cheating while I was at home taking care of our family!” Yn shouts making the man sigh

“Where’s my daughter?” He asks

“Don’t worry about it, we won’t be staying for long” Yn says walking out the room

“Yn you can’t keep her from me!” He shouts following after her

“Why not?! It’s not like you care about us!”

“I fucking love you! I love you and my daughter! You don’t think it fucking hurts me when ever you pack up my daughter and run away with her?! I shouldn’t have to go look for my wife and child! They should be home with me every night!” He shouts

“Get your shit together and you can come home to us every night” Yn says walking away

Hanseok rushes over grabbing the women by her shoulders

“Yn,love just stop. Please. Where’s Ama? I just want to hold my daughter” he whispers

Just before Yn could answer Hanseo interrupts her by walking in

“Sorry I forgot my pho-“ he says as he locks eyes with his older brother

Hanseok clutches his jaw at the sight of his daughter in his little brothers arms

The small child smiles at the sight of her father

“Daddy!” She shouts jumping out of her uncles arms

“Hi princess! Daddy missed you” Hanseok says tickling her neck

Yn sighs looking over at Hanseo

“Sorry. I didn’t know he was back” Hanseo says

“It’s okay” Yn says offering a reassuring smile

“You can go now little brother. Ama is gonna stay here with me” Hanseok says making Yn sigh

“Are you sure?” Hanseo asks

“Don’t question me just do as I say” the man says glaring

“Yes of course my apologies. You have a good night” Hanseo says rushing out the door

Hanseok looks over at Yn clutching his jaw

“You had my dumbass brother take her?!” He asks

“Only for the night! What do you need my help for?” Yn asks

“You’ll see” he says

“Hurry up cause after this me and ama are leaving AGAIN!” Yn says

“What is your problem?! Why are you trying to take my daughter from me?” Hanseok asks putting down the small child

“Cause your dangerous Hanseok! Your not stable!” Yn says

“But you married me though” Hanseok says walking over to the women

“Yeah, cause I didn’t know you were like this” Yn says

“Ama needs me, I’m her father!”

“Well Ama’s father is a danger to her”

Hanseok looks taken aback hurt by what his wife just said to him

“What are you saying? I would never hurt my daughter” Hanseok says

“You already have! Because of you She’ll never grow up in an normal environment”

“No environment is normal Yn! There’s no right or wrong way to raise a child! Just stop being a fucking coward and stop running away!”

“I’m fucking scared of you Hanseok! Ever since your mother died you’ve changed! Your scary! Hanseok you’ve…you’ve killed people” Yn says whispering the last part

“To protect you Yn! Everything I do is for you and Ama! I’ll kill a thousand men before I let them take you and Ama from me!” Hanseok says grabbing the womens wrist bringing her closer to him

His eyes held anger.sadness. A tad bit of lust.

“Stop! Your hurting me!” Yn says making the man let go quickly

“Yn baby I’m sorry please just come here” Hanseok says sighing

Yn shakes her head picking up Ama who was playing with her toys, running towards the bedroom closing and lock the door.

“FUCK!” Hanseok shouts before he starts destroying things in the penthouse

Yn held Ama close to her chest humming soft nursery rhymes into her ear so she wouldn’t hear all the noise her father was making.

The next morning Yn woke up to the sun shinning through the window. She looked over at the small child who was still asleep with her butt in the airr.

Yn smiles before fixing her position and exiting the bedroom.

She stops as she sees Hanseok standing at the large window with a glass in his hand

“You should put a shirt on. You’ll catch a cold” Yn says hugging herself from the cold air

Hanseok sniffs before he opens his mouth and speak

“Yn. Do you still love me?” He asks before taking a sip from his cup

“It’s morning you shouldn’t be drinking” Yn says

“Answer the question”

His voice was stern. Yn sighs

“What makes you ask?” Yn asks

The man tilts his head back finishing the rest of hi drink before he throws the glass cup to the floor causing Yn to jump

“Would you…just answer the question?” He asks in a whisper

Yn sighs walking over to the broken glass pieces and picks them up. He follows right behind her pushing her hands away from the glass

Yn looks up at him ready to scold him but stops when she notices that his eyes are bloodshot red.

“Have you been up the whole night?” She asks

“I-I don’t want your fear to cover the love you have for me. I didn’t ask to be this way yn. I didn’t! If it was up to me I would be normal. I want to be a better husband to you and a better father to Ama. I want to change but i want you to see that I want this” he says standing up from the floor bringing the women with him

“Hanseok” was all she could say

“Yn please. Come back to me. I’ll change. Just please don’t leave me again. I want to wake up to you next to me every morning. I want get Ama dressed everyday. Just please come back home”

The man had never begged anyone for anything in his life. But for his wife he’d get on his hands and knees if that’s what it took to get her to come home.

“I’ll come back, but you have to change. You have to get help” Yn says

“I’ll do it! I’ll get help just please don’t leave anymore” he says wrapping one of his fingers around her soft faux locs.

“You promise?” Yn says

“I promise” he says holding out his pinky

Yn takes hers and locks it around his with a small smile. He returns the smile rubbing his thumb across her smooth brown cheeks

“I love you Yn. So much” he says leaning in to kissing her soft plump lips

“I love you too Hanseok”

Before anything else could be said the couple heard the small pitter patter of their daughters feet.

Ama came walking around the corner rubbing her eyes.

“Morning babygirl” Yn says

She looks at Yn before waving her small hand. She walks over to Hanseok putting her arms up wanting him to pick her up.

He chuckles before picking her up and holding her tight.

“Well everybody’s up, guess I’ll start breakfast” Yn says walking to the kitchen

Hanseok followed slowly behind her taking a seat at the dinningroom table. He watched as Yn cooked with a smile on his face.

It was a sight he missed seeing.

He played with Ama who just couldn’t stop giggling at him tickling.

Soon Yn was done cooking and sat plates in front of everybody.

This was all he wanted. To enjoy his family. He didn’t really care about Babel. He just wanted his family and he was close to getting them back.

All he had to do was change. And he was going to change

He was just glad his family came back home.

#ambw #ambw fic #black girls are beautiful #black reader #black reader insert #kpop #kpop poc #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #vincenzo

[butterflykiisies]

taste of death

• drops tmr afternoon!

TW : violence, death, sensuality, psychopathy

jang hanseok x reader

(intended for mature audiences)

#jang han seok #jang hanseok #jang hanseok x reader #vincenzo kdrama #vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #kdrama fic #Vincenzo fic #fanfic #taste of death #ok taecyeon

[iwouldhaveadoredyouinfinitely]

Finding daddy wasn't difficult. Jang Han Seok. Everyone in South Korea knew Jang Han Seok. He was the man. Jang Han Seok, chairman of Babel Group. That was her daddy. Alpha Jang Han Seok, young chairman of one of the leading conglomerates in Korea. There were so many pictures of him. But there was nothing to connect him to her mama, to any Han Seo. Nothing about his family (his mate, his offspring). Ae Ra thought of all the ways her daddy and mama could be bonded, beyond just a mark on mama's neck. Mama had marks all over his body. He had some scars. On his forearms, on his ankles, on his wrists. But she never asked why the scars were there. She just thought they were mama.  Releasing the breath she had been holding, Ae Ra's fingers glided over the computer keyboard as if it were some kind of terrible, overwhelming hunch, and there, on the screen, all that suddenly appeared in the search bar were five words that Ae Ra had written while fear ate away at her soul: Han Seo Korean Missing Omega

Blood Underneath The Rug, chapter 1.

#myfics #blood underneath the rug #song of the hopeless ones #jang han seo #jang han seok #jang brothers #jang jun woo #han seok #han seo #jun woo #vincenzo #vincenzo fanfic #omegaverse #kdrama #jang brothers fanfic #jang bros fanfic #jang bros fic #dead dove do not eat #dead dove do not eat fic

[beaker1636]

Vinny Mauro Imagine for @atreyuinthemidle2

She requested an imagine where you take Vinny to a grandparents birthday and your family grill him with questions, after he confesses he likes you.

I took a little creative liberty with making the character a merch girl for the band just to make a little sense, and I also kind a took it a route where he pretends to be dating the reader. I got a little too into this and it is a lot longer than I planned, hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 2400

Everyone has slowly left game night which you were hosting at your house now, except for Vinny. This is nothing new for both of you, he always tends to linger when you are hosting and you do the same when it is at his place. The two of you find that you always spend quite a bit of free time together ever since you moved to the neighborhood several months ago and started working for the band touring as a merch girl. The two of you have pretty much become best friends in the six month time frame, and honestly you have no complaints that he is lingering at your place, you like having him around, more so than you would ever admit outloud.

You find yourself lost in your head as you start to clean up the paper plates and cups that the other guys and their girlfriends left tonight.

Your thoughts are inturrupted by Vinny who is starting to help you clean everything up.

“What’s up with you tonight? You seem a little stressed out and frustrated compared to usua,” he asks you as he follows you to the garbage in the kitchen with his own stack of garbage.

“Remeber how I told you that my grandma is turning 95 and we’re all going out to dinner tomorrow night?” You ask him as you return to the living room, both of you taking a seat on the couch next to eachother.

“Yes, is something wrong?” he questions.

You look down embarrassed, not wanting to admit what you are about to. “So I know I have told you before that she always has given me shit about being single, that I am the grandkid that is destined to be forever alone. Well a few weeks ago she started on one of her rants about it and I was annoyed so I told her I was starting to see someone to shut her up. Last night we were talking on the phone and she told me that I am uninvited if I don’t bring my new boyfriend with me….. And I don’t have one. So now I either need to fake a break up or find a boyfriend before dinner tomorrow.”

Vinny laughs at you, straight up full belly laughs. “So what your saying is that if I am not busy, which I am not, that you need a fake boyfriend with you to go with you? I will glady do it. We know eachother well enough that I don’t think we’d be suspicious.”

You look up at him confused, he sounds serious but there is no way he is actually volunteering to pretend to be your boyfriend. You are absolutely shocked that he would even suggest this.

“Are you serious or are you fucking withme? You are never serious,” You say, wide eyed.

“What? We go see your family, hold hands and pretend that we are dating. We know eachother so well they wont be able to tell we aren’t actually together and your family will be none the wiser, and I get free food out of it. So why not?” He says looking at you with his charming smile that always makes you give in to what he wants.

“I- I fine,” you agree with a stutter, avoiding his eye contact. “Thank you I guess?”

“You’re welcome, what are friends for? Anyways, it is almost midnight, I better get home so we both have plenty of sleep before tomorrow,” he gives you a quick hug before walking out the door to his place.

~~~~~~~~`

The two of you make the hour and a half drive back to your hometown, talking and singing along to the radio like you always do when you are in the car or the tour bus together.

Your mind is racing the entire drive, unsure of how you feel about this. Truthfully, you would love to be with Vinny, having a crush that developed a couple months back. You would never actually admit this to him. Because there is no way he feels the same, he probably sees you as one of the guys honestly. But what if this changes things somehow? What if holding his hand and acting like you are in a relationship makes you struggle that much more with your feelings and makes you want him more? What if he somehow can tell that for you this isn’t just pretending?

Before you know it you arrive and you glance up at Vinny with a nervous glance before looking out of the car at the entrance.

“Relax y/n it is goung to be alright. We are going to hold hands, be absolutely adorable together and nobody will ever know the difference. Now lets get out there and woo some people,” Vinny says with a smile.

Both of you step out of his car, making your way to eachother and grabbing hands. You’ve got to somehow look connected in some way right? Truthfully though, you are enjoying the feeling of his hand in yours way too much, which scares you. These little touches and glances you keep giving eachother are only for tonight and that thought makes your stomach drop.

As you step into the restaurant your grandmother is the first one to notice the two of you walk in to the party room they reserved in the back for this get together.

“Wow Y/n! I honestly thought that you were lying about being with someone finally,” she says as she pulls you into a hug.. You can feel the blush on your face forming at her words.

“Sorry to disappoint but I was serious, Grandma this is Vinny, my boyfriend,” you say introducing them to eachother.

She immediately moves to pull him into a hug as well, shes always been affectionate with people. “Nice to meet you Vinny, you’re a real catch huh?” she asks with a wink. You find yourself blushing yet again.

She drags you over to the rest of your family where you introduce Vin to everyone there. Everyone is mingling over dinner when it arrives but that doesn’t last long. Your brother and father decided that its time to apparently interrogate Vinny and start in with questions.

“So how long have you had a boyfriend, I don’t remember you mentioning this to me the last time we talked last week or ever honestly,” your father asks, closely watching your reaction. He doesn’t fully buy this story that you’ve had one for a few weeks now.

“Uh it has only been a couple weeks, but we’ve been friends for almost six months. He was one of the first people I met when I moved,” you say reaching for your wine and taking a sip trying to soothe your nerves.

Vinny has had ahold of your hand under the table for awhile but gives it a reassuring squeeze which helps calm your nerves a little bit. He also sends you a quick smile when you glance over at him.

“So what do you do for work Vinny?” your brother asks, still undecided on what he thinks about Vinny.

“I’m the drummer in the band Motionless in White. I have been doing this for 8 years now give or take a little. I gave up pretty much everything to audition and join the band and it worked out in my favor,” he responds cooly.

You are impressed, if he is nervous he is hiding it really well. He seems completely calm and collected. Which is probably good because that is what is keeping you from slowly sliding out if your chair and into the floor from embarrassment.

“So you must tour a lot, do you actually think you can trust him and handle being away from him for months at a time with your anxiety Y/N?” your father asks with a tone that lets you know he isn’t thrilled with the idea.

“Considering that the band he is in is the one I work for as the head merch and sales person and am on the road with them yeah. And even if I wasn’t I absolutely trust Vin, he is a great guy dad honestly.” You say meeting his eyes letting him know you aren’t wavering on your opinion of this. Vinny can tell that you are starting to get worked up a little and starts rubbing your hand with his thumb to try and bring you back down a little bit, it works.

“I forgot about your new job, I take it that is how you two met?” your father asks glancing at both of you.

“No, well kind of? We are neighbors but I had the job before that, however my first time actually meeting him was as neighbors and thats when we realized that I worked for his band,” you respond.

“I have one last question,” your brother says. “I promise I will leave you alone after this. Just looking out for her given her previous choices in men.”

You flush at his words, bringing your hands up to hide your face.

“Why are you even interested in Y/N? I am sure you meet plenty of attractive and interesting women with your job and could land damn near any of them so why her?” your brother asks.

You hold your breath at this question, this is the one that could get you in trouble. How good of a liar can he be that he can make it seem like whatever he says is true. But you are also interested, maybe some of what he says could be true?

You glance up at Vinny, who takes hold of your hand as soon as you put it back in your lap.

“Honestly, she is one of the most beautiful women I have met. As far as that goes she wins hands down. But we truly fit well together, shes always there for me for the good and the bad. When we were just friend she was there for me and she still is. When my depression was getting bad she refused to let me be alone and was always the first person talking to me and making sure I was alright. I am pretty sure she single handedly pulled me out of it. She isn’t afraid to give me input and call me out for my dumb ideas. The more I learn about her over time the more I am impressed with her and want to be with her. She means the world to me,” Vinny says.

You find yourself at a loss for words, part of you feels like you can absolutely believe what he is saying and that he is being truthful. Either he really has feelings for you or he is one hell of an actor.

Your family all go quiet before breaking into conversations and finally leaving the questioning of you guys behind. Your father and Vinny are off in their own little world while you sit there processing everything and thinking.

Before you know it everyone decides it is finally time to head home. Your grandmother gives both of you another hug.

As you hug your father goodbye he whispers in your ear, “ that boy clearly cares a lot about you, I approve. His words make you smile, happy with the fact your family likes Vinny.

Both of you sit in the car quietly, tension setlting over the both of you that you can’t quite figure out the cause of, making you wish the drive wouldn’t be a long one.

About half way you decide to break the lull “Thank you again, I really owe you for this. The funny part is as we were leaving I was informed that they like you and approve of you. The only boyfriend my family has liked and we are lying to them.”

“Thank you for letting me come, I had a good time even if your family interrogated me like I killed your sister or something,” He says smiling at you quick before looking back at the road.

You both let the quiet settle back over the car, letting the radio drown out the silence and making it feel a little less tense. You are glad when you finally arrive at your house, ready to leave the awkward feeling.

You bid a goodnight to Vinny and thank him again before stepping out of the car and walking up your driveway to your front door.

As you turn to starting locking your door you hear Vinny yell after you,” Y/N wait!”

You turn around to see him running up your drive way towards you before stopping in front of you, causing you to look up at him due to the height difference.

“I figured out how you can pay me back for tonight,” he says as you both make eye contact.

“Okay and?” you ask as you shiver from the cold of the night against your skin.

He goes silent for a second, making you nervous as you notice that he is taking a deep breath. One of his hands grabs the back of your shoulder as the other cups your cheek, making you look back up at him. You find yourself shivering at the close contact, wondering what the hell he was up to.

Before you can figure out what is going on he leans down, closing the gap between the two of you. His warm, soft lips are moving slowly againsy yours, making you freeze out of shock. When you shake the shock off and realize what is happening you wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving your lips against his before he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

Both of you are silent, processing what just happened between both of you while your arms are wrapped around eachother. Neither of you were sure what to say after that.

Finally Vin breaks the silence.

“Maybe what I said to your family about why I am interested in you is true. And maybe we don’t have to lie to them about us.” He says softly, looking at you to see your reaction. “ You can pay me back by agreeing to a date and possibly starting a relationship with me.”

You smile and just nod your head before he pulls you into a tight hug, you resting your face against his chest.

Maybe for once in your life lying has worked out in tour favor.

#Vinny Mauro imagine #motionless in white imagine #motionless in white #Vinny Mauro #fluffy #vinny mauro #Vincenzo Mauro #vinny mauro fanfiction #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro fic #vinny mauro x reader #Vinny mauro X fem reader #Vinny mauro fluff #bree sucks at fanfiction

[babygirlhanseo]

things have officially gotten out of hand. why, you ask?

i had a jang bros dream where joon woo was another person, like a third brother or smth. and han seo was trying to escape han seok’s abuse BUT it turned out his trauma had bound some of his memories which showed he had smth to do with joon woo’s death. and when he remembers that but, he just… gives up and gets arrested because “he knew me like nobody else. it’s pointless without him”

and WHY ARE MY DREAMS ANGSTY AS WELL??

really wanna explore this sometime but most of the dream has escaped my memory smh. i’ll probably have to wing it if i continue

#jang bros #the jang bros #vincenzo #jang han seo #jang han seok #dream fic #? #kinda #personal

[delicateglitch]

The anon who messaged me saying thanks for the Vincenzo recs - thank you for checking my posts? I get giddy when I get msgs like this. (and somehow my app actually notified me about it this time)

Honestly those lists were my way of showing appreciation to all those stories that kept me company and entertained when everything else in my life was lame. But I'm so glad that they helped and you enjoyed reading those stories! Per te is on my list and I actually do like it :)

Thanks for the msg anon! Please do read the beauty and beast AU which was published recently! I enjoyed it

#vincenzo #Asks #chayenzo #vincenzo fic #chayenzo fic recs #fic recs #k's fic recs #I'm humbled #My love for the Vincenzo fic writers have no bounds