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Dethorned - Jung Jaehyun NCT

Word Count: 2,219

AU!: mafia

pairing: black female! reader x mafia member! Jung Yoonoh/ Jaehyun

Note: surprise! Here’s a random mafia au I’ve been working on for a bit! I’m back but not if that makes sense. I won’t be righting regularly as I am very busy but I hope you enjoy this.

It was very bold of Min Juwon, an old man with a lot of riches and a vast empire, to hold an important gala in his own home. Admittedly, the lovely architecture of the ball room is something to be shown off. High ceilings adorned with chandeliers. A warm and bright aura radiated from a room filled with South Korea’s biggest and oldest mafia heads.

Min Juwon was an arrogant and close minded old man with way to much money on his hands. He’s brutally cut out every ally other than his men that he ruled with an iron fist. He made it well known that if you were unlucky enough to spite him then hell would come to collect a debt. Rumor had it that a mafia in the states had the misfortunate of doing business with him and was quickly taught why you don’t play with spiders.

That’s what Min Juwon called himself, a spider. He sucked the life out of anything he could get his hands on. Including those he “loved”. The only thing bustling with life was the entrance to the ballroom of his old Victorian styled mansion.

Foot soldiers walked the front of premises in rounds and tabloids tried to get glimpses inside. Trying to get a peek of what has been the talk of the town.

To the media he was just one of Korea’s finest older rich men. Who held this gala to showcase his now most prized possessions. His new wife and step daughter.

Rumors of how their beauty can only be compared to Aphrodite. Rumors of which Yukhei would not shut up about in the cramped, disguised van that was currently holding three of the members of Neo City. There are seven of them. Four on this particular mission.

Doyoung was already inside posing as a waiter, setting up small cameras, and scoping out the area. Sicheng was watching the body cam that Doyoung was wearing and letting Doyoung know of camera adjustments to make while Yoonoh and Yukhei joked around.

Their current goal is to find and exploit cracks in the Min empire façade. That and acquire a hard drive, that in which one of the spies Neocity implemented, informed them that held various plans. Yukhei’s current goal is to meet and woe Min Juwoon’s Unnamed Step Daughter.

“What do you think she looks like?” Yukhei asked, a more of a rhetorical question. The flirty boy was daydreaming.

“Well- She’s beautiful according to Doyoung.” Sicheng relayed.

Before Sicheng could finish Yukhei fumbled to look at the rows of monitors,”Where is she?!”

Sicheng swats Yukhei as he tried to listen to what Doyoung was saying before speaking up,” Yukhei. Plan has changed. You have to dress as a waiter, Doyoung is going to need a diversion.”

Yukhei was quick to object,” But why me?! “

“Doyoung says it’s because you’re loud and annoying.” Sicheng told him nonchalantly but then continued, ”Apparently, there are guards that you could take out better than Yoonoh.”

Yukhei’s face dropped into a pout,”Alright.”

“Hey! Rude!” Yoonoh argued,”What am I going to do,”

Sicheng turned to Yoonoh,” Get a suit. You’ve some investigating to do.”

Yoonoh was never the one to seduce information out people. That was usually Yukhei’s job. So while changing Yoonoh asked Yukhei some questions.

“How do I get things out of her?” Yoonoh asked.

“Be charming. “ Yukhei grumbled.

“ How do I know which one is his step daughter?” Yoonoh followed with.

Yukhei turned his head to look at him,” People compare her to the Greek Goddess of Beauty! You’ll figure it out!”

After Yoonoh changed, he smoothed talked his way into the gala. The crowd split as if they subconsciously knew they were cruelly hiding a beauty from Yoonoh that he just had to see. When he saw the warmly toned brown skin and the big smile that sparkled more than the jewelry that lay on her neck, he froze.

“Who is that?” He whispered into the microphone on his cuff as he pretended to scratch his head.

“Who?” Sicheng asked, in between flicking to camera displays trying to get to Yoonoh’s body cam.

Doyoung’s voice rang in Yoonoh’s ear, ”That’s the leader’s daughter. The best thing to do is probably talk to her.”

The indulgence of such beauty was interrupted by a loud Yukhei.

“Woah!! She is... stunning. Yoonoh! We need to switch places right now! Come on! Do you see her?” Yukhei whined and begged but, he could do that for a thousand years.

“Yes... I do see her and there is no way I’m giving you the chance.” Yoonoh dropped his hand to approach her.

As he made his way to her, he took in every detail. Each dimple and divot. Each imperfection and perfection. Her rich brown skin sparkled from delicately placed gold highlights. Her necklace was a gold chain that had a ring of diamonds with a ruby in the center. It matched not only her red cocktail dress but, also a set of earrings and rings.

Her brown eyes flicked toward Yoonoh and their eyes locked. She looked away quickly. When she looked back Yoonoh flashed a smile which she returned. Her smile sparkles more than the chandelier above them.

Her beauty truly proved the rumors to be truth. But, the only people around her were those that kept a distance from her as if they just couldn’t approach her. Like all they could do is watch.

In away, she reminded him of Psyche. A beautiful girl, said to be better looking than Aphrodite, where she was used or feared for said beauty.

But whether or not he was Eros, her savior, was another question.

Yoonoh tried to hold his confidence and repeated the word “charming” in his head.

Yoonoh gave her a smile ,” Hello Ms...”

She looked him up and down with suspicion,”Y/N ... Min. And you are Mr.? “

Yoonoh had to come up with a name on the spot, “ Jung Jaehyun.” He bowed to her.

He watched as she bowed stiffly. As if she was uncomfortable with such a thing.

Yoonoh noticed how she wasn’t very accustomed to Korean culture. Her Korean was good but, he could tell she didn’t have much practice with Native Korean speakers. She stuttered through sentences.

“Do you speak English?” He asked softly.

Y/N nodded, questioning why’d he was asking.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Yoonoh asked in English, offering her his hand.

She looked around, then to a woman who looked like an aged version of Y/N. Not that she was wrinkled. Just matured and defined. She was also wearing a red dress except it was long and she was hooked to Min Juwon’s arm. Even Y/N’s mother was a beauty to behold. The rumors were true. But, the wrinkles that seemed to be from smiling all of the time were turned into a scorned and intimidating expression. Juwon’s fangs seem to be sunken into her already.

She looked to him and softened a bit then walk passed him, she spoke loud enough for Yoonoh to hear,” Meet me in the garden.”

Yoonoh watched her walk away, taking a chance look her over. A moment, which Doyoung was quick to ruin.

He held a tray of drinks and an annoyed expression,” I really hope your eyes are on the mission not her-“

Yoonoh squinted and grabbed a bubbling drink, “Why can’t they do both?”

Doyoung glared at Yoonoh and he put his free hand up while chugging the champagne.

Yoonoh put the glass down on the tray and followed Y/N. She was already out of sight and the garden was kind of hard to find. The place was huge. So many doors. Until he found an old sunroom which led to the garden. It was a lovely area that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. That was it. Yoonoh finally stumbled upon the garden. Over grown rose bushes and vines claiming the statues as their own.

Y/N was placed on a concrete bench that vines coiled and clung to in a way that made them like as if they were almost reaching to touch a work of art that sat near them but was just out of reach. She was surrounded by rose bushes. Truly a scene from a renaissance painting.

Yoonoh took the moment in before Y/N turned to look at him. She tapped next to her signaling for him to sit.

“I’m glad you came... I thought you would bail.” Y/N told him and when he asked why she just shrugged.

The toss of her shoulders was stiff, she knew why. She just wasn’t didn’t trust him and he understood that.

“This is a pretty garden.” Yoonoh told her as he sat.

“It’s over grown and not very taken care of...” She mumbled out looking at the roses,”I’m jealous of them.”

“Who?” He leaned closer with furrow brows.

“The roses. They’ve been left alone to thrive... Metaphorically I’ve been cut and dethorned.” She wouldn’t face Yoonoh.

Yoonoh stayed silent, in slight confusion. Until he realized. People literally treated her as and object too gorgeous to be touched and loved if it wasn’t from a far. She was being used as a prized possession to be gawked at until she wilted a way.

“Beautiful words coming from such a tortured soul.” Yoonoh responded, “Why are you so unhappy?”

“Home... I miss home. I miss my native language and where a grew up. I had friends there... I may have ended up a pawn for my family’s safety but, I was happy,” Her fingers curled around the edge of her dress as she looked down. “Juwon... is a bad bad man. To smooth things over with him...my mothers family, who are very big and important in America, offered my mother and I. He sees us as nothing more than a watch and a matching chain.”

Yoonoh put a hand on her knee and urged her to continue.

“I’ve finally learned Korean enough to have a conversation but, it’s not like I’ve had many tonight. I’m just a shiny new toy.” Her voice broke slightly.

Yoonoh understood that this was the crack that Neocity needed to exploit but, he also knew that this girl had been just something to use and throw away. He wasn’t going to do the same.

He cupped her cheek,” Y/N, I have to tell you something... I’m from an up and coming... gang. We’ve come to take something from your father and leave. A hard dive.”

Y/N stood and furrowed her brows,” You what?!”

He brought his hands up to grab her own,” I want to help you. But first I need your help.”

He watched the gears turn in her head as she chewed her lip.

Yoonoh he gently rubbed circle into the backs of her hands,” I want to get your mom and you out.”

Y/N sat down and looked into his eyes searching for a lie, searching for another betrayal but she didn’t find it. She just nodded.

“Yukhei is about to start the diversion. Yoonoh you have 3 minutes.” Doyoung’s voice interrupted Yoonoh.

A loud alarm rang followed by the sound of a rushing steps from concerned guests and the barking of orders. They both stood in a panic.

“You have to go... don’t you, Jaehyun?” Y/N looked up at him.

Yoonoh nodded,” I have two minutes about until I’m caught. But, my partners got what they came for.”

Y/N grabbed her necklace,” You’re going to need this.” She pulled on it, causing the chain to snap. She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace into his hand then closed his fingers around it.

“Y/N... I’m coming back. I’ll come save you and your mother. I’ll be back.” Yoonoh looked down at her.

“Yoonoh, we’ve got a minute left!” Yukhei’s frantic voice rang in Yoonah’s ear.

Y/N kissed Yoonoh softly, cupping his cheeks as he held her waist. It was quick, unfortunately.

“I’ll be waiting...Jaehyun.” Y/N let go of him and gave him a small smile. It quelled worry that was in the pit of Yoonoh’s stomach.

“Yoonoh! Quit bullshitting!” Yukhei exclaimed breathlessly into Yoonoh’s ear piece.

“Bring the van to the West exit of the garden.” Yoonoh instructed. He started running but turned to look at Y/N one more time.

“Go! They’re coming!” Y/N shooed him away. She sat down gracefully as if she was already rehearsing her lie. As if she had it memorized.

Yoonoh jumped the fence and before he ran to the van he saw armed men swarm the garden obviously looking for him.

One last thing caught his eye. Y/N looking up at who seemed to be the head of the group. Her brown eyes looking up at the man in shock as she shook her head and moved her hands. Her lips forming inaudible words. Her lips lying for Yoonoh. Protecting him.

But, could he return the favor? Could he fulfill his promise? He wasn’t sure. As he rode in the back of the musty old van, all he could think about was her. He left the poor bird in her cage as she awaited to be set free. Free to fly.

He had a plan. He was going to set her free.

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