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S A N ⇛ the reason why

“A KEY”

—a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• you always forget.

• you don’t have the cleanest track record when it comes to remembering things.

• and San was the only one who could juggle having his memory and yours. (& your heart)

• also being one call away when you forget your keys.

• “Sannieee.”

• he sighs half asleep. “What?”

• “Were you sleeping?”

• he groans thrashing his arms around in his blankets at the sound of you cooing. “Y/n, it’s 2 in the god damn morning. How the hell did you forget your keys this time?”

• you sniffle with a pout staring at your front door. “My date lasted a little long. He kept boasting about his life accomplishments and I felt so bad to end his bragging. I must’ve forgotten them while I was begging god to spare me.”

• his jaw slacks before he begrudgingly lifted himself up. “Give me 5 minutes.”

• he’s there in 3.

• glaring at you with bloodshot eyes while he opens your door,

• ignoring the little pace of heart he gets when you tiredly wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

• “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

• “Without my keys, you mean.” he huffs back letting you follow him inside.

• “I can’t stand my mom. If she sets me up on another blind date again, I might just commit.”

• “Commit to?”

• “Losing my keys all together so she’ll never find me again.”

• San has his back to you as he pours the both of you a glass of water—

• knowing the inside of your house like the back of his hand at this point.

• being your best friend coming with two things:

• loving you unconditionally,

• and hating you for loving him back the same way.

• “And where would you go if you did?”

• you smile up at him cheesily. “To you?”

• you finish showering and San’s deadweight on your bed.

• you ignoring the little pace of heart you get when San’s at your peripheral.

• how he doesn’t know you’re so goddamn in love with him killing you softly.

• you get in beside him letting him wrap his arms around you like a pillow.

• burying your face into his warm chest.

• him hoping you don’t feel the way his heart palpitates for you.

• how you don’t know he’s so goddamn in love with you it’s killing him softly.

• “Stop forgetting your keys, y/n.” he sleepily tells you kissing you on the forehead. “One of these days, I might forget them too.”

• San’s getting tired.

• of waking up for you.

• loving you thinking you only love him for his spare keys.

• starts dating again while you are too.

• “W-what?”

• Wooyoung gulps. “Did I say that out loud?”

• the boys stiffen and they avoid eye contact as your body exudes heat.

• “Excuse me? He’s what?”

• “W-w-well technically he’s allowed to.”

• “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES ALLOWED TO?! THE ONLY THING HE’S ALLOWED TO DO IS CARRY AROUND MY SPARE KEY, WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS THAT LITTLE MSHHIDIT—“

• Jongho and Mingi struggle to muffle your mouth when San walks in with a girl toy on his sleeve,

• his keys dangling from his waist band like a vice.

• you almost cry.

• shrinking into Mingi’s arms when they smile your way.

• “Y/n, I’m so glad your here. I want you to meet Hyemi.”

• Mingi hesitates to let your mouth free from his palms.

• holding your hand behind your back,

• just in case you reach over and hit somebody.

• lets just say you don’t have a good track record there either..

• “H-hi. It’s nice to meet you.” you sound like an automated voice mail. “I’m y/n.”

• “Sannie talks so much about you.” she gloats. “I just had to give him my spare key too. It’s good to know how reliable he is.”

• Jongho and Mingi don’t let go of your hands under the table.

• the others making sure you don’t cry.

• San being the only one not knowing about your life long crush on him—

• love for him?

• what’s even worse?

• you forgot your keys this morning.

• but this time, he forgets too.

• “You what?”

• San sighs. “I was so busy getting ready I must’ve forgotten them in my kitchen. I’m sorry, y/n.”

• your heart breaks just like that.

• not once has San forgotten..

• not when you do at least.

• “I-it’s okay. I’ll just stay at Jongho’s tonight I guess.”

• he’s about to concede.

• fight back because he wants to race home for you but you hang up before he gets to.

• tired to say the least.

• of forgetting your keys and relying on him.

• to love you back the way you love him.

• “C-can you carry my spares, Jongho?” you cry on his couch as the boys crowd in his living room. “Anyone? I can’t expect to rely on San forever. Can’t love him forever.”

• they can’t tell you.

• they promised not to.

• but Mingi’s had it up to here.

• no one else in this room could remember to carry the spare for you.

• not as much as San can.

• “San, if you don’t fucking man up and use those keys the unconventional way they’re hanging around your ring for, so help me god, we will come after you.” Mingi warns through the phone. “One of these days those things won’t be needed anymore. And she’ll buy another key that you won’t have a spare for.”

• he runs his hands through his hair,

• rapidly pressing the button to your complex elevator.

• hoping you’d still be home.

• hoping you didn’t find a new place in the months you’ve been ignoring him.

• and when you open the door half dead,

• you close it back shut on his face.

• “Y/n. Please.” he desperately leans his head on the door, fist clenching against it too. “Please let me in.”

• “Go away.”

• “Don’t make me use my keys.”

• a tear falls from your eyes when you realize how long it’s been.

• that he never even attempted to use it after two months.

• “Go ahead and try.” you choke up. “They won’t work anyway.”

• “Fuck.” his heart races when he pounds against the door again. “Y/n, let me in!”

• “Go away, San.” you cry back. “I-I don’t need you anymore! Go home and go back to sleep.”

• “Please.. .” his jaw clenches when he shakes over his knees. “Don’t shut me out. Let me in, y/n. Let me change my keys.”

• you open the door and slap him jaw slack on his face.

• tears running and heart racing.

• ready to finally say,

• “You know I never gave you my spares just for emergency sake? I gave it to you so you can come to me when you want. Should’ve never gave you my keys in the first place.”

• “Y/n..”

• “No.” you stop him. “Don’t y/n me. The day I needed you, you stopped coming for me. Stopped answering my calls. Didn’t even know I changed my god damn locks because of you, you know that? For months. For months you stopped being there for me and you think you can just come to my door begging for another key?”

• he searches your eyes while you cry.

• knowing you had the new spare somewhere.

• and god he’ll spend days on end looking for it if he has to.

• kisses you through the pain letting you for once bravely feel the way his heart paces in his chest.

• “I love you.” he cups your hot cheeks in his hands wiping away the tears. “God— I love you. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I forgot and then I kept forgetting. You stopped calling me and i forgot. I forgot how much you needed me.”

• your lips frown when you pull away attempting to push him back.

• attempting to lock the door on his ass one more time.

• but he stops you again.

• “If I have to live here with you just so I can have your goddamn keys forever so help me god, I will.” he fights back. “I don’t want to carry the spares, y/n. Give me the original. Please... don’t forget me again.”

• you let him in.

• cause how could you say no?

• not when he juggles everything he forgets and sometimes what you do too.

• “I love you.” he repeats arms and legs interlaced with yours on your bed. “I’m sorry it took me this long to remember.”

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Safe

Mingi Mafia One- Shot

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: very suggestive, borderline smut early on, ANGST, implications of torture.

This is a work of fiction. None of the gifs belong to me.

Summary: He was everything you wanted: lust, excitement, danger. But you weren’t sure if he wanted you.

You woke to a cold empty space beside you. You sat up realizing Mingi was trying to “quietly” yell at one of his men over the phone. You bit back a smirk watching him pace in all of his glory. If there were ever a perfect body it was Mingi’s. You thanked him for not getting dressed before taking the call. He was beautiful. From his sharp jaw line, wide shoulders, sculpted waist, tight-

*all of me loves all of you* Your thoughts were interrupted by your cell phone ringing on the night stand. Mingi’s head snapped back, visibly annoyed at the interruption. You grabbed your phone and ran to the bathroom, mouthing a sorry paired with apologetic puppy eyes. As soon as the door clicked shut you answered the call. “Hiii baby!”

“Hey gorgeous, hows the girls trip going?”

You forced a smile on your face, you were suddenly uncomfortable. “So much fun! But it’s only been a day, do you miss me already?”

He chuckled “You know me too well sweetie.” There was that feeling again. Was it guilt or disdain? You couldn’t tell anymore. “I was on my way to work and just wanted to call and check on you... remind you I love you.” It was both. You felt guilty for what you were doing to this precious soul and hated yourself for who you’d become.

“I love you too baby.” You didn’t hear the door open and you didn’t see the look on Mingi’s face upon hearing the utter bull you were feeding this sap. But, you did feel Mingi kneel down behind you, and you definitely felt his tongue swipe across your neck. He began to suck a hickey while your boyfriend recounted the events of his ‘exciting’ day at the office yesterday. You fought back a yelp when Mingi lightly bit down under your ear but, a gasp escaped your lips when he pulled your bare body against his.

“Everything ok sweetie? What was that noise?”

“Oh, hehe one of the girls stuck an ice cube down my back? I’m gonna go so I can get ready for today. Call you later?” You bit your lip suppressing a groan as Mingi fondled you’re breast. You slapped his hand away. He nibbled you’re earlobe and whispered lowly into your free ear. “Baby girl, I was in a good mood last night, but you best not forget brats get punished.”

“Of course sweetie, have fun! I-“

“I will baby thank you, have a good day” you hung up and threw the phone onto the floor. You pushed yourself onto your knees and straddled Mingi’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck. “I thought we had an agreement daddy?” You bit into that last word. “You don’t interrupt my phone calls and I won’t interrupt yours? Hmmm?”

He smirked. “But you did interrupt my phone call. Don’t you remember?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and pushed yourself off of him. “Who’s calling you so early anyways. Hongjoong said you get the week off as a bonus of the promotion.” You started to brush your teeth as he stood and snaked his arms around your waist.

“About that babygirl..” he cringed as he felt your body snap around to face his.

“Oh no, Song Mingi, I took a week off from work, unpaid, I had to get a dog sitter, and I had to concoct a concrete enough lie to not raise his suspicions. You are not going into work.” You watched as his face turned into a pout. “Absolutely not, you’re not gonna leave me for work again.”

“Then how about we go together huh?” He picked you up and placed you on the counter. “Come on babygirl, I gotta take care of one little problem. If Hongjoong finds out I let my men screw up the day after he gave me my own sector he’ll demote me lower than Wooyoung.” You gave him cold eyes, you were ready to go with him from the moment he asked but, you wanted to see what you could get out of it. “I’ll take you shopping after we’re done.” He leaned down to kiss you nose, and then your cheek. “Whatcha want? Hmmm babygirl? You want jewelry? You want another fur? Maybe some lingerie?” He said moving his eyebrows.

“That would be more of a present for you Mingi.” You gently pushed him off of you.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing I can do to convince you to come with me baby girl? I’ve gotta go either way.”

You sat up a little straighter, smirk taught on your lips. “Well, their is one thing daddy.” You loved how he visibly responded to the nickname. Bringing his body close and looking at you with expectant eyes. “I get to sit in on whatever goes down today.” You knew what you were getting into when you started sleeping with Mingi. He was apart of the Mafia. What should have scared you only aroused you. You loved it when he growled at his men over the phone, when he would crawl into your bed late at night with bruises, telling you how he got the upper hand. Something about his life was very frightening but also very appealing. You had met all of the members he was close to but you were never allowed to sit in on anything remotely important. But now that Mingi had his own sector and was seen as a sort of underboss, you hoped he would finally let you in on the fun. To add in a little incentive you leaned back on the counter spreading your legs wide enough to catch his attention. “Please daddy.”

He groaned loudly. “Fine.” He came to stand in front of you placing his arms on either side of your torso. “But understand Y/N, when I say get out, shut up, or sit pretty, you had better say yes sir and obey. Am I clear?” He grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes to make sure his point was made. You nodded softly and said “Yes sir.” He smiled and patted your cheek. “Good girl, now go put on something sexy. I want all of the boys the be jealous of me.” You giggled placing a kiss on his lips and went to get dressed.

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Mingi went over the rules for what seemed forever on the car ride over. You smiled and nodded like the good little girl you were. “Oh, and have you met San?” You shook your head no. “I don’t want you alone with him. He’s a sector leader but still fairly new to the group. Plus he’s a loose cannon nobody can ever tell what he’s thinking or what he’s going to do.

“Ok I’ll make sure to never leave your side.” You smiled and booped his nose. “What are we going in for anyways?”

“You moved from me to we pretty quickly baby girl”

“Fine, why are YOU having to go in?”

“Jongho found a snitch. Unfortunately he didn’t find the guy before I lost the biggest gun shipment I had this year. Unless I can figure out who he works for and get it back; I might loose more than my promotion.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat “Hongjoong and I are friends but business is business. I know what’d I’d do in his position.” The car came to a stop and he kissed your cheek. “Don’t worry though. WE’LL get this traitor to fess up.

You smiled and waiting for Mingi to open the door but when the door opened you were greeted by another smiling face. One much softer than Mingi’s. You jumped out of the car and into the boys arms, “Yunho!” You placed an over exaggerated kiss on his cheek.

Mingi chuckled from behind “If I didn’t know any better Yunho, I’d probably shoot you.”

The Blue haired boy beamed at his boss. “Awe come on you know it’s not like that. Although,” he said turning back to you with a sly smile “Y/N if you would have been wearing this dress when we met. Who knows?”

You slapped his chest and he feigned as if he had been shot. “Keep those comments between us baby boy.” You winked in Mingi’s direction as he looked on with disgust.

“Hurry up you two, I’m not a very patient man.” You walked up beside him taking his hand as Yunho joined in step behind him. The conversation quickly turned serious as Yunho debriefed Mingi. You’d been to some of Mingi’s hideouts before but you never could get over how big and beautiful they were. Hongjoong had an affinity for old homes and enjoyed the cliche of using it as a hideout. He was equally frightening as he was interesting. You weren’t attracted to him like you were Mingi, but Hongjoong definitely intrigued you. You heard the large double doors close behind as you entered the dimly lit room. At the large table were seating Mingi’s fellow members. You immediately recognized a few faces. Jongho was the youngest but he was definitely the strongest man in the room. He rose immediately from his seat and greeted you, ever the gentleman. Wooyoung looked like he should be at a photoshoot instead of some dark corner of the world committing crimes. He nodded and winked in your direction. Yeosang sat in the corner of the room with his signature round glasses atop his nose, only acknowledging you with a smile.

“Gentlemen,” Mingi’s deep voice cut through the tension filled air. “Somebody wanna point me in the direction of who I need to kill for interrupting my dick appointment?” Your face ran hot as all the eyes in the room turned to you cowering behind Mingi, silently cursing his sense of humor.

It seemed as if the Meeting went on for hours. You wanted to get to the good stuff. The exciting part. Maps and recordings and how many people Jongho had beat up was not exactly what you thought you’d be getting. There was an evident pout on your face as the boys droned on. Yunho noticed how bored you were and spoke up “Boss, can I take Y/N to the kitchen? I’ve finished my part and I don’t think she’s eaten today.” Mingi looked at you and noticed your pout. He wouldn’t let himself smile in front of his men but you could see it in his eyes.

“Yeah, better feed her. She gets mean when she’s hungry.” He smacked your backside as you stood making you blush all over again. “Bring her back as soon as your finished Yunho and do not leave her alone”

“Yes boss.” He shut the door behind you and immediately tossed you over his shoulder. “Please fasten your seatbelts as you may experience some turbulence.” He broke out into a sprint towards the kitchen.

“Yunho put me down.” You tried to sound serious but your laughing gave it away. He placed you down in the kitchen and went to the refrigerator.

“What you want princess?” He rummaged through the drawers looking for anything not expired. After a good five minutes of searching he scratched his head timidly “We eat out a lot.”

“Yunho, it’s fine. I’m not hungry.” You shifted your weight from one foot to another. “I do need to talk to my friend though. If you will let me.” Unlike the others, Yunho was someone you were close to before you met Mingi. In fact he introduced you to his boss. And if you were being truthful Yunho was your best friend. He knew your favorite things and you knew his. You shared a bond and you shared secrets. “Does Mingi ever mention me when I’m not around?”

He looked at you puzzled as he took a seat at the bar. “What do you mean?”

“I mean does he talk about my smile, or how much I love to eat, or how I am in bed? Anything??”

“What’s going on Y/N?”

You plopped down into the seat across from him fiddling with the collar on your dress. “I..I think that I’m getting attached to Mingi. When we first started this we had rules. No spontaneous meetings, everything was planned it was a stress reliever for us both. Just business, just sex, no feelings. Now, he tells me to find a way to spend an entire week with him and I do it. No questions asked. He’s broken all the rules. Not me. But I’m the only one getting attached.”

Yunho grabbed your hand “Have you talked to him?”

“I tried once. But as soon as I mentioned breaking up with... you know who, and making our relationship official; Mingi lost it. He told me that wasn’t the deal, we both agreed that we didn’t want a relationship and it was just fun. I haven’t brought it up since then. I don’t handle Mingi well when he’s angry.”

Yunho went to say something but his phone buzzed. “Mingi wants you back in there.” He stood to usher you back to the crowded room full of men you really didn’t care to be around. “Hey” he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug, “You have to do what’s best for you princess, whatever that is.” He tousled your hair giving you a warm smile. “Now come on, you wanted to be in on the action.”

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After another hour of discussions you were whiney and ready to go. You tugged on Mingi’s sleeve and he bent his ear down as you whispered “Can we please go do something interested?” He looked at you annoyed. You could tell he was getting as frustrated as you and he was volatile when he got like this.

He spoke to you in hush tones “Remember what I said babygirl, you wanted to be apart of everything; this is a necessary part.” You threw yourself back into the chair roughly. A motion that did not go unnoticed. He grabbed your thigh tightly under the hem of your dress and gave you a warning look and you decided not to push any further. Yunho smirked in your direction and gave you a better pipe down look. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Mingi.

“Jongho,” Mingi said slowly, “is the guy here?” Everyone at the table slowly leaned forward.

“Yeah but you don’t wanna do anything in front of..” he motioned in your direction.

“I’ll decide what she does and doesn’t get to see. She has a name. Her name is Y/N and she’s going to be a permanent fixture around here so learn her name and put some respect on it.” He stood abruptly and the other men at the table followed suit. “San and I are going to make this guy talk one way or another. I’m not gonna put up with this. Nobody betrays is and gets away with it. So no ore guessing, nor more speculation. He talks or he suffers.” He motioned for you stand and he placed his hand at your back. “San go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes.” San motioned some sort of half hearted salute and left to prepare. The other men knew their duties without have to be told and left to fulfill them. When the door clicked behind the last man you turned to face Mingi who was unbuttoning his dress shirt and reaching into a wardrobe for what looked similar to a mechanics jumpsuit. You approached him slowly and helped him in removing his shirt. The torture he had just implied isn’t what fazed you, the blood stained overhauls didn’t bother you either. What bothered you was that he has just insinuated to all of his men that you two were getting serious.

“So,” you coughed awkwardly “Did you mean what you said?”

“When I said what? Come on babygirl, I don’t have all day, use your words.” He slid out of his dress pants and into the overhauls.

“About me being permanent?” he froze in place and you instantly regretting saying anything.

“Y/N if you take part in what we’re about to do it doesn’t matter if WE stay together or not. You will be apart of us. Apart of this ‘gang’. Apart of our brotherhood. So,” he popped latex gloves over his long fingers. “This is your last chance to run. I won’t stop you. We can continue being just what we are right now and Ill call you when I finish. Your being permanent is not up to me. I couldn’t care less either way. It’s all you babygirl.”

You were holding back tears at this point, “Mingi, do you love me?” The question didn’t surprise him. He was level headed, calm, precise; at all times. That was one of his more attractive features. Rational no matter what.

“No Y/N, and you know that. I broke a few rules, needed a good time more often than I thought. Weather you stay or not depends on if you’re really ready to commit to this life. It has nothing to do with whatever ‘us’ is.” He finally met your eyes. “What do you want?”

You choked on the tears that were swelling up in the back of your throat. “I..” I want you to love me, to fight for me, to see that I can be apart of your world. “I want to leave here and go home.”

He cupped your chin “That’s what I thought babygirl. I’ll get Yunho to drop you off and I’ll see you in a bit.” He kissed your forehead and left you alone with your aching heart.

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“To the happy couple!” You beamed brightly at your new husband. He was perfect, rich, handsome, not dangerous in the least, normal, predictable. You were happy. Right? You didn’t regret making Yunho take you to your real home that day, your home without Mingi. You hid out for the rest of the week. Until the bruises on your neck faded enough to cover. Until you got a grip and weren’t crying randomly for what seemed like no reason. Within the next week you were engaged. Within the next three months you were here; On your wedding day, your perfect, lovely, safe, predictable wedding. Mingi hadn’t contacted you since that day. You didn’t know what Yunho had told him but whatever it was it worked. You still saw Yunho on a regular basis. He was still your best friend; you just kept the conversation in safe, neutral zones. The maid of honor was making her second toast of the night when she asked for a kiss from the newlyweds. Your husband awkwardly grabbed your neck trying to pull you into a ‘sexy’ kiss. You never closed your eyes and out of the corner of your eye you saw it. A flash of red hair. When you pulled away from the kiss and looked in that direction; There he was. Beautiful as ever. Dangerous as ever. He raised a glass in your direction, nodded slightly and turned to leave. Your husband grabbed your attention as you tried to pull away but, by the time you made it out of his grasp, Mingi was gone. All that was left were unresolved feelings and regrets. He was the biggest rush you’d never get to feel again.

“I thought you were gonna be the hero, save the girl from the boring, dumb prince.” Yunho had traded his bright blue hair for an ashy blonde, making him look more boyish than ever.

“Get in the car Yunho. I don’t know why I’m even here.”

They both climbed into the car and shut the doors. “Mingi, she loves you.”

“No, I gave her a choice. Life’s not a fairytale and I know that. She was getting to close to this crap we call work and I wasn’t gonna drag her any further unless she absolutely wanted it. She didn’t. She chose him not me. She’ll love the perfect, boring prince because that’s who she’s supposed to love.” He rammed then key in to ignition and started the car. He burned rubber pulling out of the venue. “The beast doesn’t always get the beauty.”

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My first one shot. Lemme know what you think. I’m still really nervous posting my work.

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I love this entirely too much

S E O N G H W A ⇨ the reason why

“a hair brush”

-a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• “I hate you!”

• you don’t know how it happened.

• it just happened so fast.

• how Seonghwa came into your shared home with him,

• crying, telling you he loves you.

• after you caught him kissing another woman in his car.

• “Baby, listen to me—“

• “Don’t baby me,” you hysterically stumble back. “Don’t touch me. God don’t touch me. How dare you? How dare you, Park Seonghwa?!”

• it’s so fast.

• your reflexes and the amount of pain that came storming over you.

• how you loved him beyond your capability.

• and he just goes and—

• “Kiss her? She was kissing me!”

• “You kissed her back!”

• he tries so hard.

• stumbles over the broken glass on the floor trying to reach you but you keep throwing things.

• things that were small enough at first.

• until a hair brush the size and weight of your fist goes colliding into his face.

• for a second, silence comes through.

• just the throbbing pain of heart break and a hair brush thining the air.

• and you take that brush back and stuff it with your other belongings.

• ready to take everything you gave up for him right back.

• “I hate you, Park Seonghwa, go choke. And a hair brush to the face isn’t going to amount to the pain I feel right now.”

• you let him watch you as you leave,

• the hair brush that you hit him with following you for the rest of your life.

• and you’re brushing your hair with it 2 years later during a phone call with a hysterical Hongjoong on the line asking that,

• “You have to come.”

• “I do not.”

• “Y/n.” he warns. “This is my 25th birthday. I’m getting old. And if you don’t come to Gwangju for it, I’m going to combust.”

• “Then I guess you’re combusting.” you reiterate into the speaker with a firm tone. “I know who’s going. And I know what you have planned. I’m not going to the cabin retreat and that’s final. We’ll have celebrate your birthday some other time.”

• “I only have one once a year! I only turn 25 once.” he sighs. “If I had known you two would get this worked up about your break up, I wouldn’t have set you two up together in the first place. Spite me for thinking you two were meant to be together.”

• you think about it again after a couple months.

• how you were kind of over it.

• maybe you were over reacting.

• that maybe Seonghwa didn’t really kiss her back and you probably shouldn’t have almost reconstructed his face for it.

• how you loved him more than anything.

• did he?

• “Hongjoong.” you swallow down your pride before asking him, “Do you think I was out of line? When Seonghwa and I broke up.”

• “Why are you asking me this, y/n?”

• “Because I want to know.” you firm despite his frustrated sense. “Seonghwa might as well have been meant to be with me but I just... maybe I wasn’t for him.”

• “You know he has a girlfriend now.. right?”

• you sigh not even bothered by that, “Sure. But I don’t see your point.”

• Hongjoong chuckles at that.

• thinking,

• how you two really were meant to be at the time.

• maybe the time just wasn’t right.

• “Come to ski lodge. You’ll have fun, I promise.”

• he doesn’t answer your question.

• but he does make good promises.

• and you did have fun.

• albeit, with Seonghwa smacking lips with his girlfriend all the time by the fire.

• the pillar duo (Yunho and Mingi) making fun of you for toppling over too many times during the skiing hours.

• cause you were better at Snowboarding than you were at skiing no doubt.

• “Okay.” Hongjoong looks down at his schedule while you all cozied by the lobby fire, Mingi still playing with your hair with your hair brush. “So we get 2 hours with snowboards and the slope included. Who’s going? I need people to come with me to pick up the meat.”

• “Ooh.” Mingi teases making you laugh. “Meat.”

• “You’re..” Hongjoong sighs in disappointment. “You’re an idiot. Mingi, shut up. So? Who’s gonna snowboard.”

• “Deonghwa, I suck at snowboarding.”

• you snicker almost, hiding your amused smile under your expression when your ex across the room hears his current girlfriend coo.

• “R-really?”

• you can feel the heat of the eyes on you.

• either because you were his ex being forced to listen,

• or because everyone in the room knew you and Seonghwa were the king and queen of the slope.

• how snowboarding was just something the both of you can never pass up.

• you don’t mind his girlfriend though.

• she’s nice..

• it’s been 2 years, how could you not be over it by now?

• right?

• “I kind of wanted to go.” you two catch eyes for a brief moment when he speaks.

• “I can keep her company, hyung!” Wooyoung says mid chew not hesitating to send you a secret glance. “It’s a waste of a free board, seriously. We’ll be fine.”

• Mingi and you share a weird look.

• since you two were planning on just going together cause no one else seemed to be interested.

• both equally as surprised Seonghwa was willing to leave his current girlfriend behind.

• usually never willing to leave you.

• especially with a bunch of idiots.

• “Sure. You’ll be okay here?”

• “Yeah.” his girlfriend obviously doesn’t know who you are yet, smiles when she says. “I’ll be okay. Have fun!”

• you rack up your boots, Mingi helping you when Seonghwa walks into the changing room with heavy eyes.

• still hates the sight of another man helping you.

• especially when he already had issues with Mingi way back when.

• how you fit in Mingi’s arms almost as perfectly as you did in his once.

• “Eyyy.” Mingi wiggles his brows not even noticing Seonghwa who walked in. “When you said your ass looks good in tight pants, I didn’t think you meant this good.”

• “Song Mingi, keep it your own pants.” you chuckle not realizing your ex burning up behind you. “You’ve seen me in jeans before. It’s the same thing.”

• “Well I don’t think so.”

• you have to admit though.

• you were over it.

• —you and Seonghwa.

• how his girlfriend seemed nice and all.

• and you were having fun.

• even if it were unusual it was with Mingi.

• “Hey, were you gonna use this?”

• it’s the first time you’ve spoken to him after so long.

• the both of you seeming to forget the feeling,

• and he chokes up when you bend down in front of him almost the same way Mingi did.

• but unlike Mingi, shouldn’t be drooling over your ass cause he has a girlfriend.

• “Um.” he clears his throat blush on his cheeks. “Yes. I mean— no! No I wasn’t. Sorry.”

• you turn your chin over your shoulder and send him a soft laugh, “You okay, Deonghwa? Sounding a little flustered there.”

• he doesn’t like it.

• the nickname.

• “Don’t call me that.”

• raising an eyebrow with your board cocked up beside your hip, you tell him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was designated use for your girlfriend only.”

• he notices how you’re over it.

• no hard feelings.

• but the traumatizing feeling of your hair brush hitting his nose coming back to him like it just happened last night.

• the way the tears ran down your pretty face.

• how your pretty face never changed over the years.

• has to defend himself by saying, “I-it’s not. I just don’t like it. She calls me that all the time and never listens when I tell her not to.”

• you laugh again sending him another genuine smile. “Well I’ll try not to call you that again for next time.”

• his eyes ravel in the way you bring your goggles down.

• how you were still a woman he once loved,

• whom he thought he was over with a long time ago.

• “Anyway, Mingi’s waiting for me so I’ll see you out there?” you wave him off. “And good luck! Don’t forget not to choke.”

• an inside joke you two once had.

• his heart jumping upon noticing you remembered.

• that you didn’t forget about him.

• shouldn’t feel like this even though he does.

• “Mingi! Stop it! Oh my god we’re both gonna fall!”

• he’s about to explode.

• thinking,

• where would be the nearest drug store to buy a hair brush so he could throw at the the both of you.

• glaring when Mingi tangles his body over you when he purposely collides into you on the slope.

• when you smile all giddy with Mingi hovering over you.

• he can’t take it—

• oh my god, he’s gonna explode.

• “Seonghwa!”

• his eyes flicker up when you call him,

• pouting like a baby at you when you walk over. “Are you okay? Oh my god.”

• did something happen?

• oh.

• he cooly just hit the fence.

• a pain he didn’t even notice.

• hurt more to watch you flirt with Mingi like a high schooler than getting hit in the face.

• hurts more remembering that god damn hair brush.

• “How many fingers am I holding up, Hwa?”

• he stares at your eyes instead.

• “Two?”

• you can’t help but smile.

• heart jumping at the way he pouts when he’s frustrated and annoyed.

• you only knowing cause he was once the love of your life..

• once..

• “Two fingers?” you reach over to caress the throbbing pain on his temple. “Seonghwa, I was holding up four fingers. You were looking at my eyes.”

• “I know.. I’m sorry.”

• you bite on your lip before hoisting him up. “Come on. I told you not to choke remember?”

• “I know.. I’m sorry.”

• you look over at Mingi who’s staring at his phone.

• you now looking back at your ex thinking—

• you’re sorry.

• and this might be the only chance you get to tell him that.

• “Hey.” you breathily say while he stares out over the snow slope. “I just wanna say I’m sorry. About the hair brush incident. I know I probably am a little late but I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. Plus, Yunho won’t let me live it down.”

• he huffs and shakes his head. “At the time, I guess I deserved it.”

• silence.

• filled with wordy bandaids and hot breaths.

• patching up the scar with some concealer for now.

• “So... friends?”

• he doesn’t want to agree.

• but seemingly remembers he has someone who fills up the blank before it, a girlfriend that’s not you.

• “Friends.”

• now he definitely can’t stop staring at you.

• during the barbecue when Mingi has you on his lap from Yunho tripping you.

• you a little more tipsy than normal.

• obviously having way too much fun.

• “Babe, did you hear me?” his girlfriend asks waving in his face. “You‘ve been out of it this whole day. What’s gotten into you?”

• he doesn’t want to break it to her.

• how he already wants you back.

• still wants you instead of her.

• “Wooyoung told me something earlier..” she snaps him out of his gaze. “I just want to know if it’s true.”

• “What?” he looks back at his girlfriend desperately. hoping she’d break it first. “What did he say?”

• “That you dated y/n? She’s nice.” his current girlfriend compliments. “She really knows how to get a crowd going. I mean, look at her. She almost.. she almost looks like she’s you? You, Seonghwa. She looks like she could be you. Eye candy. Plus, she came with me to the bathroom earlier. For someone who used to date my boyfriend, she’s really something.”

• he feels bad, yeah.

• feels like he just threw a hairbrush at his girlfriend face,

• that brush being you.

• “I’m sorry.” he tells her. “I should’ve told you.”

• “No don’t be. Cause I see the way you look at her Seonghwa.” she leans back with a smile. “I had fun. Being with you and all. But I think we both have a reason now to say we never loved each other? I mean, it’s kind of obvious we don’t make each other’s empty halves up.”

• “You think y/n does?”

• his girlfriend looks at you from across the room.

• how your smile mirrors her own boyfriend, your ex.

• how she had fun this weekend.

• had fun taking your place until you unintentionally took it back.

• “I think.” she leans up to press a kiss on his lips. “I think you should go and get your girl, Park Seonghwa. You know. After this weekend. Cause I’d feel bad for breaking up with you while I was kind of your plus one?”

• he doesn’t know how to start.

• first talks to Mingi to make sure he can.

• “What?” Mingi’s face contorts. “Ew hyung, for one. She dated you. That’s like against the bro code.”

• he sighs.

• in both relief and disappointment. “You’re an idiot.”

• laughing Mingi replies, “I would never be able to handle her throwing a hair brush at me. I think we all know you’re the only guy who can.”

• he doesn’t know if the pat on his back is reassuring or not.

• hopes to god he gets to throw away that thing if you two do end up getting back together.

• “Seonghwa?” you ask when a familiar set of numbers pop out on your screen. “Hey. I didn’t know you still had my number. I heard about you and your girlfriend... I’m sorry.”

• “For what?”

• “I don’t know.” you chuckle nervously brushing your hair as you have him on speaker. “I just feel like I should be.”

• time passes a little.

• while you stare in the mirror.

• wondering why people always decide to call you in the middle of getting ready.

• “I only have a couple minutes.” you say. “Is this important?”

• “Kind of? I need to see you.”

• “For what?”

• “I need to throw away your hair brush.”

• you laugh at that, kind of knowing where this was going.

• your heart ready to explode.

• yeah, you’re ready to explode.

• maybe also ready to take him back?

• “Seonghwa, you just broke up with your girlfriend. You can’t seriously be thinking about courting me again.”

• “I wasn’t thinking about it, y/n. I know I’ll be doing it. Just called you to let you know. And that I’ll be picking you up from work tonight.”

• he reminds you of him.

• too straight forward for both of your own goods.

• always getting what he wants without having to do anything.

• being the other half you need.

• your hand immediately throwing the hair brush on your vanity into the trash when you press your phone against your ear to say hysterically,

• “I still have lots of other things I can throw at you, you know.”

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BTS Reaction To: Your Child Interrupting Them During a Meeting (Mafia!Au)

Summary: your child interrupts your mafia husband during their meetings.

Warnings: obvs mafia au so … you should know what comes with that, fluff, angst?, and cuteness

Request: Hi! can you please do an imagine/reaction on Mafia! bts where their child comes in during a meeting? you can make up the names for their child too if you want :) thank you!

Notes: i have missed mafia aus, this request was so cute

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Prisons and Palaces

Gif does not belong to me

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: I mean Yunho is kinda rude but none for this chapter

You can find the prologue here

Chapter 1: Refugee

Hongjoong smirked into his cup of coffee, “So,” he said placing the cup down with a small tink, “do you want to pay up now or later?”

The blonde man across from him smiled. “You’d think I’d have known him long enough to know better.” He reached into his back pocket finding his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill laying it on the table. He then picked his fork up and poked at the untouched omelette in front of him as if he were trying to decide if he were hungry at all. “What do you think his excuse’ll be this time? Or is he even gonna show at all?”

Hongjoong smiled genuinely at the older man in front of him. Throughout their many years of friendship Seonghwa still worried over each and every boy in the tight nit circle like they were toddlers just learning to walk. “Ah, I’m sure he got caught trying to split after another of his one night stands, and well,” he took a large mouthful of food, “you know how he is Hwa. Probably said something stupid and upset the poor girl and now he’s trying to figure out how to shut her up. His track record with women sucks; I’ll never understand how he gets so many.” He was raising his hand in attempt to get the waiters attention for the check when the man of the hour walked in. “Speak of the devil,” Hongjoong said with a chuckle, swiftly lifting the cash off the table before the clearly flustered young man could guess who or what their little bet had been about.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” The tall boy mumbled as he flagged the waiter down. “Gimme an omelette and an espresso martini.”

“Yunho it’s nine in the morning.”

“Oh really, is it?” Dramatically lifting his Rolex in front of his eyes and squinting “Cause it looks like get-off-my-case o’clock. Like I said,” he shoved the menu back at the waiter, “whatever omelette you have and the martini.” Flashing a cocky smile at Seonghwa, “Your having your coffee hyung, I’m just trying to have mine.”

Seonghwa wasn’t taken aback by his behavior, unfortunately this was all too common. Yunho was one of his best friends since he was a child. He, Yunho, and Hongjoong came from privileged backgrounds and were destined to step up and take a large role in their fathers company. No one had excelled more than Yunho. He was bright, handsome, easy going, an all-around good egg. It took Seonghwa too long to accept the fact that in only a years time his intimidating friend who had graduated top of every class he’d ever taken; turned into the cliche, rich playboy that no one, not even himself liked. In fact, as he was looking at the younger man he wasn’t positive he had come to terms with it quite yet.

“Yo Seonghwa,” Yunho said, rustling Seonghwa’s newly died hair, “I’m telling you a very import story about how I almost killed someone today. You wanna pay attention?”

“Sorry Yunho, please continue”

“So I’m running behind, I won’t go into details as to why I’m running late.” Hongjoong smirks at Seonghwa as Yunho confirmed their earlier suspicions. “But I would have been on time, I really would have; but, I turn onto peach street and there’s this chick just standing there. I mean no thoughts, head empty, just zoned out. I slam on the breaks, get out the car and what does she do?” He takes a swig of the alcoholic coffee as the two older boys look at him expectantly, “She freaking stands there. I finally got the attention of someone that was supposedly with her to come drag her off, but she never said a freaking word.” He slammed the glass down on the table a little too hard, causing some of the other diners to silently judge, but Yunho never noticed.

Hongjoong noticed the shift in the air and quickly changed to subject. “So what’s the name of the girl that had you running late in the first place?”

Yunho groaned as the waiter placed a chili covered omelette in front of him “Oh. My. God. Hyung, she was gorgeous, I mean stunning, and...” he moved closer to the center of the table to make sure the two older men would get his insinuation, “talented if you know what I mean.” Winking and taking a mouthful of omelette he sloppily continued “but I’m telling you. The prettier they are the worse the personality is. She caught me sneaking out and tried to get me to stay and have breakfast. I politely declined but she was not having it. I mean she literally was grabbing on me the entire way out of the house." He wiped his mouth with the nearest napkin “But she only did that because she knows who I am and wants cash. So... that’s what I gave her.”

This shocked Seonghwa. There was no way this was his childhood friend. The person who was kind to everyone, that gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. All he could remember was an innocent little Yunho who knew nothing of the dark, real world that everyone else lived in. Running his fingers through his blonde locks he didn’t try to hide his disgust, “Jesus Yunho, did you ever think that she may not have known who you are and have actually liked you? Or how you throwing money at her after sex would make her feel? You can’t just assume every woman knows who you are and wants your cash. You aren’t that important lover boy.”

Yunho leaned back, tongue in cheek. “Hyung, you may get a higher class of women in your circle, but me, I get the bad dye jobs and fake tits looking to make a quick buck. Don’t act like your better than me when your options are better than mine.”

The older man scoffed and shook his head. “A fisherman usually catches what he fishes for.” For the first time Seonghwa made eye contact with the young man. Maybe he was imagining it but he could swore he still saw the puppy in his eyes, it was a sad, hurt puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. He noisily pushed his chair back and picked up the bill along with Yunhos car keys. “You’re not driving, don’t even argue. My driver will take you to your office. See if you can sober up for the rest of the day. Physically and mentally.”

Yunho looked at Hongjoong with expectation, hoping the older man would come to his aid. Hongjoong shrugged and stood “I’m not gonna argue with Hwa when he’s upset and I suggest you don’t either.” He patted the boys broad shoulders, “He just wants the best for you Yunho, we all do.”

He heard the words but they didn’t sound as if they were loving, they sounded full of criticism and disdain. Yunho stood, removing the silver haired mans hand and pushing past him “I already lost the best of me; sorry you guys have to put up with the leftovers.”

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Uhm. This was longer than I expected but is it that long? Idk. I know it’s starting slow but let me know what you think 💕 if the formatting is weird I apologize I’m trying to fix it.

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Prisons and Palaces

Ateez Yunho x reader AU

Warnings: insecure reader, self hate, eventually suggestive, a lot of angst. Happy ending?

Readers thoughts are in bold/italic. Proofread to the best of my ability. Lmk if something’s wrong!

The Gif included does not belong to me.

I can never get enough cocky Yunho fics so I wrote one (a poorly written one but I digress)

**This is my first fic. I’m very excited and nervous to share it. Any feedback good or bad is welcome**

Prologue:

Shattered. Absolutely shattered.

You didn’t hear your best friend calling from behind. You didn’t notice you were in the street. You definitely didn’t notice the approaching navy mustang going entirely too fast; but you did notice the screech. You noticed the driver door flying open and the subsequent slamming of said door.

“What in the God’s name are you doing? What kind of crazy chic stands in the middle of the street?” A tall man with obnoxious blue hair grabbed you in an attempt to shake you out of whatever trance that caused you to stand mute in the middle of the road.

He’s handsome.... isnt he? You’re head was spinning and you couldn’t navigate between your reality and your subconscious screaming at you to chase after the piece of crap that just shattered your world. You hated him. You hated how gorgeous he was. Hated how he lit up a room. How easy he was to talk to. Hated his degrading personality. Hated his constant criticism. Hated how he blatantly cheated; but mostly you hated the way you loved him, in spite of it all. He was your only safe haven, your rock, the love of your life, and now? He’s gone. For real this time. Not like the other times when he used leaving to get his way. This was final. This was an ending. What am I without him? He made me who I am. I don’t want to-

“Yo, are you with this maniac?” The tall man agitatedly flung his arms in a waving motion behind your back.

You turned to see your best friend coming towards you with tears in her eyes. Nodding softly to the large man gripping your arm a little too tight. You you wanted to pull away but you didn’t have the will or the strength. Wait why are you crying? I’m the one that should be sad.

“Yes, I’m sorry sir, she didn’t mean to just stand there she’s got... a lot going on”

He scoffed, too dramatically for your liking “Yeah sweetheart we all have a lot going on, but we’re not all falling apart. Keep her on a leash. Jesus.” He roughly handed you over to your friend and walked back to the car “Next time you might not encounter someone as kind as me love, watch yourself.” Shaking his head he slammed the door and sped off.

You were gone. Nothing made sense and it was impossible to form a coherent thought. By the time your friend had dragged you back to your shared apartment you were convinced you were loosing your mind. Because, it seemed no matter how much your heart was aching; how heavy the weight on your shoulders felt. No matter the waves of nausea threatening to make you loose what little lunch you had. No matter how many time your best friend recanted the events to you. No matter how many times she insisted that the tall man who almost killed you was quite possibly the rudest man she’d ever met… all you could think about was figuring out a way to see that cocky smile framing those plump lips as soon as possible.

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W O O Y O U N G ⇛ mafia au

WHEN A PANE OF GLASS KEEPS YOU TWO APART

a/n: sorry the updates are taking long guys. forgive meee.

• he’s running his fingertips over the swollen parts of his lip while he watches you.

• waits in line like a Good Samaritan.

• thinking about how lucky he is for having landed a gorgeous woman like you to do his dirty work.

• how much leisure can a man like him have?

• from getting the money he wants—

• albeit dirty and classless,

• but the fortune and the power

• a hard working criminal like him deserves it.

• but he’s hungry for something else.

• and he’s next in line.

• “Mr. Jung! It’s good to see you again.”

• he smirks under your beaming gaze. “Right back at you, y/n.”

• you blush under the eyes of a handsome business man. “I-I have your account withholdings ready for you. If you’d like the report, of course.”

• he leans forward towards the glass hoping one day his boss would give him the thumbs up to blowing this place to shreds just for you

• “If you will, ms. y/n. I’d really appreciate it.”

• he’s staring unknowingly at how your lips move.

• how firm your smile makes him.

• he visibly swallows when you bend down, cleavage for show.

• his eyes darken and he says something else. “You’re looking extremely well these days, y/n. Glowing if I do say so myself.”

• you blush clumsily bumping into everything on your desk while you slide his checkbook into his side of the glass. “W-why thank you, Mr. Jung. Just happier is all.”

• “And why’s that?”

• he thinks you’re the best woman alive.

• the only woman he’d ever want.

• how you’d fit right in his passenger seat when things work out for the better.

• “Because you’re always here to make the glass in front of me seem like it doesn’t exist.” you joke.

• you think he’s gorgeous.

• way too high of a standard for you.

• you make the bare minimum everyday and you’ve seen the money in his account.

• he’s just too sweet of a man, too rich.

• and really good at making you weak at the knees even if you two were always split by a pane of glass.

• “I hope the numbers keep you satisfied, Mr. Jung.”

• he licks at his teeth watching you look at his bare chest through the unbuttoned shit he wore.

• he’d gladly take it off as soon as you ask.

• “Always, Ms. y/n. You always do.”

• you watch him walk away,

• another man way out of your league before you’re calling the next man on your account lists.

• next.

• “How come San gets approved, hm?” Wooyoung slams his hand down on Seonghwa’s desk while Hongjoong’s away on leader duties. “Whenever I ask, I get put aside for menial differences. He gets to fuck around when I’m already working for you people!”

• Seonghwa scoffs at the way Wooyoung persists.

• not knowing why he’s so hot and bothered by a plain accountant like you.

• “San’s girlfriend was willing. Will yours?”

• he thinks it’s a game he’s willing to play.

• he thinks Seonghwa and the rest of them just have it in for him.

• that the hard work he does only gets paid in certain dues—

• no.

• no he wants more.

• he’s greedy for more.

• he cocks his machine gun and watches Yunho kill his cigarette from where he leans against his car.

• “You know, hyung is gonna kill the both of us for this.” Yunho chuckles with a faint shake of the head. “How much you’re willing to risk just to break that glass.. what makes you think she’ll be willing to have you?”

• it’s not whether you’re willing.

• it’s that Wooyoung gets what he wants.

• unlike San,

• he has to fight for those things.

• and believe me, he will.

• “Jongho.” he pierces at his in ear. “Blow this place up.”

• Yunho’s chuckling again hoping you were more than just an accountant like Wooyoung says you are.

• had no doubt, you handle his money too.

• but he knows not every woman would be willing to get dragged into a life like this.

• at least not dragged into a life with Wooyoung.

• not when Wooyoung does everybody’s dirty work.

• hostages are held at gunpoint while Woo scavenges for cash,

• easy money.

• he’s used this technique every time.

• to get the girl however?

• this was a bet he may not be able to afford.

• you’re shaking at your knees under your desk knowing at some point a bank like yours would get compromised.

• but with you in it?

• what were the chances?

• not as slim as you think when you see Wooyoung holding his hand out, chewing gum in his mouth while cocking at you.

• “Hey y/n.”

• you choke on your saliva. “M-mr. Jung?”

• you take the chance to study his apparel.

• how he’s covered in ammunition and war tools.

• “Y-you,” a tear slips off your cheek and you’re stumbling back. “You’re in the mafia?”

• he smirks at you kneeling down. “And you’ve been handling our money, baby. Surprise.”

• you’ve only ever seen him behind the glass.

• his outlaw masked by his beauty that had once been untouchable

• now...

• now you were terrified.

• “Please.” you beg hand cradling your shaky mouth. “Please don’t kill me..”

• he licks his teeth again feeling an unruly sense of power when he sees you tremble in fear. “I’d never kill you.”

• your eyes change and you know he’s the same man you meet every friday.

• the same man who compliments at least one thing about you.

• and how long he’s spending with you right now instead of compromising the entire bank answering the blank lines in your head.

• “Did you do all this to get me?”

• his eyes wash in a tender glare when he hears your voice soften,

• the thoughts in your head resound when you speak different words.

• heart beating too fast when you look at him like that—

• like he’s out of your league.

• “Frankly, I’m tired of sharing the only person willing to do my dirty work for me. So partly yes. Yes I’m doing this to get you.”

• you huff. “You’re insane, you know that?”

• he perks up at that. “You know, my work isn’t easy either. I kill people, steal money, double deal on the daily. The work you do isn’t half the amount of work I do.”

• you don’t notice how you’re up against the wall, his gun threatening at the hip of your thigh. “The work you do should never be rewarded. What you do is past the bare minimum, Jung Wooyoung.

• “Then have you been rewarding me every Friday, y/n? Call it what you will but I think that’s more than bare minimum even in your circumstances.”

• you glance down at his moving lips. “Your dirty work. I’ve been doing YOURS for the past five years.”

• his breath hitches and he forgets for a split second that he’s holding a gun.

• almost drops it when his lips brush against yours.

• wanting you to do the work for him by leaning in just a little more.

• “So how about I reward you for all the work you’ve done for me, hm?” he hushes you softly carving you into him.

• one thing Yunho didn’t know about you..

• the dirty work that you do is strictly ALL for this man.

• and you’re more than willing to let him pay you back the compensation,

• the bare minimum not able to add up.

• “You’ve broken the glass, Wooyoung.” you whisper hand on his vibrating chest. “Now how are you gonna get me out?”

• from the real world and into his?

• that’s what his passenger seat’s for.

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no marks. / san

pairing: choi san (ateez) x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive wc: why the hell is this 1.9k+ no i am not ok wtf tagline: no one makes you blush like choi san does.

everything is dizzying, spinning around in the dim lighting of the city around you; the heat is unbearable as it sears your skin, siphoning every breath until you’re all but gasping, eyes squinting in the fire.

electric sparks rocket across every single nerve at different frequencies, leaving you disoriented and barely holding on to your consciousness as your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of hands tightening their hold around your waist ever so slightly and a firm chest so close it’s just about pressing against yours, accompanied by soft tufts of hair brushing up against your jawline. it feels gentle like a feather, yet the sinful implications the petals whisper into your neck are enough to make everything tingle with forbidden promises and blurry images, flooding your thoughts until the discomfort of the hard brick of the alley wall behind you fades away into nothing.

it feels comfortable; it should feel foreign but it feels so comfortable, almost like an invisible high that makes everything around you get more and more vivid in your vision despite how the scent of fresh air mingling with cologne drowns out your mind into a pleasurable fog. it’s only until you feel something else brush against the same spot on your neck, this time feeling significantly more sensitive than it had been before, wet and hot and tracing symbols wherever it touched that you finally gain the sense to lick your lips and hoarsely let out something.

a noise. a whimper.

your entire body flushes when you feel him still, a coquettish smirk forming against you, his eyes no doubt narrowing into pretty slits that can make him look either like the sweetest, most lovely boy or the Devil Himself.

“feel good?”

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Dense

Genre: College! AU, Friends to lovers! AU, fluff, angst Request: No Word count: 2.5k words Summary: You’ve always enjoyed the company of your college best friend Yunho, but one day a girl asks you to give her number to him and you don’t know why but you don’t really want to? A/N: I’m probably not the best at angst since I haven’t written much but I hope I get better with time and that you enjoy this anyways!

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i could be the one for you | cs

member: choi san 

genre: angst, fluff  bad boy!au, fake dating!au, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au 

summary: all your parents wanted from you was perfection, overwhelmingly so. as the pressure consumes you, you decide to give them one big ‘fuck you’ in the form of claiming choi san, the snarky rebel from your school, is your boyfriend. 

warnings: homelessness (kicked out), verbal abuse, violence (nothing extreme), swearing 

a/n: a lovely anon requested an angst to fluff scenario with san and it perfectly fit a prompt i saw. i hope you enjoy, i’m sorry it took so long! 

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Submit – Park Seonghwa

Warnings: mafia, angst and a tiny bit of fluff at the end <3

The rotting monster inside your chest kept pulling your mood down as you punched constantly at the sand filled bag in front of you. Anger was clouding your mind and your body shook with adrenaline. Every punch you threw slowly began to get shaky and fell through the cracks when it came to delivering strength. This had occured multiple times for more than a month. It felt like you were loosing yourself in this stirred up anger. How in the world could you refocus long enough to gain the slightest bit of your reputation back?

He was dragging your focus away with every observation he was making as you worked your hands and arms raw of energy. The fact that his eyes were burning into your body wasn’t helping your self-esteem.

“Focus!” Jongho’s voice boomed out, scaring you slightly off track. He sighed impatiently at your pause and walked up behind you for the tenth time. His hands jerked your torso at an angle and he lined your shoulders up with the punching bag. “The first one ready is the first one to win! You’ll never be ready if you continue to punch like that. Refocus and for the love of my sanity, punch the bag correctly!”

Having enough of his shouting, you disregarded his commands and turned around. “Enough! I can’t hardly stand because I’m exhausted and your shouting is worsening my form!”

Jongho’s jaw tightened at your outburst. “Winners don’t get exhausted." 

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[Kpop leaders pt.2]

Namjoon: okay, so today we need to start teaching our members english

Taeyong, Shownu, Hongjoong and Jaebum: I’m sorry. Do what now?

Chan: I have been teaching them english!

Chan: where have you been? Why doesn’t any of your people speak fluent english?

Namjoon throwing his hands up: Your people speak english with an Australian accent!

Jaebum: woah dude, don’t hate on the accent

Chan: I don’t know where they pick that up from!

*suddenly the door to the room opens*

*Felix walks in with a bloody nose, with Lee Know behind him*

Chan, clearly tired with a strong Australian accent: Mate, come on!!

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I • Crossed Worlds • Jeong Yunho

Author's note: I was being stupid and accidentally deleted the request LOL but here's the request ^^

Request: Mafia!Yunho × Kindergarten Teacher! Reader

The ending kind of sucks, so I'm gonna make this a short series along with some other Mafia!Yunho requests!

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"Have a good day, Miss (Y/N)!"

"See you on Monday, Seojun." (Y/N) smiled as the little boy waved happily at her before running over to his parents.

"(Y/N)!!"

(Y/N) looked back to her classroom to see her assistant all ready to leave for the weekend.

Scowling before smiling again, she lightly flicked her assistant's forehead. "Yah, Soojung, you're leaving so early?"

Soojung shrugged. "I mean, you're always the one to stay behind and wait with Yuna anyways."

"Miss (Y/N)."

(Y/N) looks down to see Yuna tugging at her sleeve lightly. "What's wrong, Yuna?"

"I'm a bit hungry..."

(Y/N) giggles before patting the little girl's head. "Alright. Why don't you go back inside and wait for me and we can make something quick for you to munch on?"

The little girl nods quickly before heading into the classroom.

"See? You're doing so well!" Soojung exclaims.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes before pushing Soojung out. "Don't forget to come early on Monday!"

"Yes, yes~" Soojung says before running off.

(Y/N) looks around the small playground in front of the kindergarten class with a small smile before heading back into her classroom.

"Yuna~" (Y/N) pulls out some eggs and milk from the mini fridge at the back of the classroom. "How does milk pudding sound for today?"

Yuna walks over curiously. "Can I help today?"

(Y/N) smiles gently at the little girl. "Of course. Why don't you help me separate the egg white and egg yolk first?"

Yuna nods excitedly before grabbing a stool, one that she's been using since her first day here.

"Hey Yuyu, do you ever get lonely?" (Y/N) asks gently.

"Nope!" Yuna was concentrating separating the egg yolk and egg whites.

"And why's that?"

"Because you're here with me!" Yuna says cutely.

(Y/N) pauses from measuring the sugar and looks at the little girl in shock before immediately breaking into a smile.

"And what about your parents?"

"Mama died a long time ago. That's why it's always papa who picks me up!"

(Y/N) hums quietly. "Is your dad always busy?"

"Uh-huh! He's very very busy! But he always tries his best to spend lots of time with me! Yuna loves papa a lot. But uncle Mingi says papa's work is dangerous-"

"Yuna!"

Yuna and (Y/N) turn around and see the little girl's dad run in, panting and sweat visibly forming.

"Jeong Yuna." The blonde man looked at Yuna sternly.

"Papa!" Yuna jumps off from her stool and runs towards her father.

"Mr. Jeong. Yuna and I were just finishing up here." I wipe my hands clean with a towel before handing it to Yuna.

"Papa, papa, papa! Can I stay a bit longer to try the pudding?"

"I don't know, Yuna. I still have some business to take care of."

"Mr. Jeong-"

"Just call me Yunho please. I hate people calling me Mr. Jeong outside of work." Yunho says rather coldly to (Y/N).

(Y/N) was a big taken aback from the sudden change of attitude from the older man, but quickly composed herself. "Of course. My apologies."

"Papa! Can we pleeeeeease say?" Yuna gives out her best puppy eyes at Yunho, hoping he will say yes.

Sighing, Yunho nods his head. "Alright Yuna."

"Yay!! Thank you Papa!" Yuna hugs Yunho quickly before hopping back to her stool.

(Y/N) smiles gently as she watches the young girl hop away. "It won't be long, Yunho."

Yunho shakes his head before pulling out his phone. "It's fine. Take your time. I'll be outside making some phone calls."

Before (Y/N) could say anything, Yunho turns to step outside the classroom.

"Miss (Y/N)! Do I pour the sugar in now?" Yuna calls for (Y/N).

"Oh! Just a second Yuna!"

××××× Time Skip

"Miss (Y/N), this tastes sooooo good!" Yuna says through her stuffed mouth.

(Y/N) laughs softly. "Eat slowly, Yuyu. This is all for you to take home."

"Mmmm, this is so good!! Miss (Y/N), could you give me the recipe so I can take home to ask Uncle Seonghwa to make it for me?" Yuna shoves another spoonful of pudding into her mouth.

"Of course. I'll go get your dad, alright?"

"Okay~"

(Y/N) ruffles the little girl's head before getting up and walk towards the entrance of the classroom.

"What do you mean they got away?! San, they're the one who killed Yuna's mother! They can't get away!"

(Y/N) stops in her tracks and hide against the wall. 'What is Yunho talking about?'

"San, I don't care. Whatever method you use, I want them dead."

(Y/N) gasps before clasping her hand over her mouth. 'No.. is he part of the Mafia?'

Yunho heard your gasp, so he quickly hangs up before stepping into the classroom.

"Step outside for a bit." Yunho says sternly before stepping back out.

(Y/N) quickly follows after Yunho out.

"Whatever you heard-"

"You're part of the mafia." (Y/N) blurts out.

Yunho's eyes widen before narrowing them. "Yes. And what are you going to do? Call the cops on me?"

"I won't." (Y/N) says calmly. "As long as you don't hurt me-"

Yunho presses you against the wall. "What? If I don't hurt you, you won't call the cops on me?" Scoffing, Yunho roughly lets me go.

"You know my secret. I either kill you, or..."

You look at Yunho, "Or what?"

Smirking, Yunho steps closer to me. "You come with me."

"And leave my job? Never." I step back from Yunho.

"You take care of Yuna pretty well. You can do the same back at my place."

Seeing your hesitation, Yunho takes another step towards you again. "You don't really have a choice, Miss (Y/N)."

Seeing that you've given up, Yunho smiles. "Amazing. I'll organize everything right now. Yuna!" Yunho steps away from you and goes into the class to get Yuna.

"Papa is that true?! Miss (Y/N) will stay with us from now on?!"

You hear Yuna's excitement, and that's when you realized, there's no going back now.

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Between Right and Wrong

Part three of my prince Yunho thing 

Fandom: ATINY

Pairing: prince!Yunho x nonroyal!reader (fem)

Summary: Someone catches the eye of the future king and it isn’t his future queen. [Fluff but some angst because it mentions death as something more desirable than something] Part 1 here

One of his hands rested on your waist, while the other came up to wipe the smudge of lipstick on the corner of your mouth, then to cup your cheek. You were dizzy, he was so close you could barely think straight but you knew enough to know as good as his hand felt on you it was all wrong. You brought your hand up to graze his wound, hoping it would snap you both out of making a terrible mistake.

“Your majesty, you’re hurt.”

He shook his head.

“Only a scratch.” He whispered, against your lips.

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I was absolutely not ready. My poor heart

The Broken Path | The Boy

Masterlist | Next

Warnings: Swearing, mafia-affiliated acts, violence, blood, angst (like a lot)

Genre: ATEEZ mafia au series, ATEEZ x reader

Length: 1.6k words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not in any way represent any of the members of ATEEZ or KARD, or any real-life individuals nor their beliefs.

I don’t own any of these images. Credits to the owners.

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A/N: Hi everyone!! I’m at the top, which means it’s another special chapter (I think I’m gonna stick with this format from now on). This one’s a flashback chapter and it’s a little on the short side, but it’s definitely a chapter that’s needed for the story coming up.

I hope u guys enjoy it!! Let me know what u thought of it and why you think I included it…

Also, chapter 16 is coming really soon (I promise)!! 😘😚🤗

P.S. Let me know if this new format of putting the red streak is better than the dashes (for showing a switch in scenes).

And, as always, thank you for reading and commenting. You guys are the best ❤️

Tag list: @oyemarkly @casualgemini​ @elenaramos1​

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Sunrays streaked through the blinds as they billowed in the cool morning breeze, throwing yellow shapes over the sleeping couple.

The woman groaned at the light’s rude interruption, pulling the sheets up and over her head in an attempt to block out the blinding light. It’s a Sunday and I’ll be damned if I don’t milk every second of it, she thought, aggressively coaxing herself back into a blissful slumber. Beside her, her husband slept like a log and she felt a pang of jealousy at the soft snoring echoing lowly in her ears.

Sleep had begun to take control of her once again, slowly pulling her into its wispy clutches, when a thud of footsteps speeding through the house shook her awake - and not a moment too soon as a young boy launched himself at the unmoving lump that was his father.

It was this act which finally stirred the man awake, and with a prolonged groan he adjusted the boy on top of him so that he could regain his breath.

“Dad! Dad! Daaad!!” 

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