#I hj about the plant in the garden being taken care of immediately but I used Twoey as the Iago equivalent/basically Seymour's mental health

[santoteez]

In The Bronx- Hongjoong (2)

Part: 2 of (?)

Read Part 3 HERE!

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Smut, Slight Angst, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, Use of guns and explicit language, Daddy kink, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap your whopper before you top her), creampie, aggressive force, slight praise kink

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

Night had fallen, and just like any other Hongjoong said goodnight to his brother and told him to make sure the door was locked on his way out. He walked to the train station, knowing Minjoon was watching from the window. He claimed he preferred to take the train to work rather than his car. Once he was out of view, he turned the corner and headed to the not-so abandoned warehouse down the road. There, Seonghwa waited for him. Together they entered the warehouse from the side door in the alley. From the outside, it just looked like an ordinary rundown building. On the inside, it was everything but. There were several stations, each equipped with an electric burner, Ziploc bags, pots, and everything else needed for successful packaging. There were already men hard at work at every station. Kilos and kilos of product were lined up against the walls, and there were lookouts posted at every entrance.

Hongjoong was greeted by workers as he passed each station, observing and inspecting for errors. One by one, he gave orders to each one.

“That one’s too full. It’s a dime bag, not a dollar.”

“Speed it up over here, we need at least 100 from this table by the end of the hour.”

“Did you let that powder dry before bagging it up? You got me in trouble last time.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa headed to the office in the back. It wasn’t much, just an old desk and a few chairs. Hongjoong set his bag on the floor by the door and made his way to the desk, while Seonghwa sat in one of the chairs.

“Minjoon’s carrying that football team on his back, I see.” Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong retrieved some paperwork, presumably from vendors.

Hongjoong smiled. “That’s my boy.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Headed to college. You ready?”

“Damn right I am. The minute he sets up his dorm I’m getting myself out of this shit. You of all people know this ain’t for me.”

“And how exactly do you, the KINGPIN, plan to just waltz the fuck out of here?”

Hongjoong shrugged. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Until then, we have a vendor that has yet to send us our supply. You know the drill.”

Seonghwa got up and lifted a large painting off the wall, revealing a safe. Opening it, he retrieved two guns, both fully loaded. He tossed one to Hongjoong before tucking the other in his waistband.

“Let’s roll.”

They alerted all the lookouts of their plans before hopping into one of the unmarked cars parked outback. They drove in silence to the next town over in search of the coca leaf supplier. They turned off their headlights as they pulled into the driveway.

“Remember, we’re just going in to have a conversation. No guns unless they turn on us first.” Hongjoong said, turning the car off.

Seonghwa nodded, hopping out the passenger seat. “Just talk. Got it.”

They made their way to the back of the house quietly, knowing the supplier tended to the plants in his backyard. Without a doubt, there he was, alongside his twin brother, harvesting the plants.

“I hope those are going towards our shipment, Nunu. Daedae, nice to see you here as well.” Hongjoong said, leaning against the fence. The brothers looked up, wide-eyed, before running into the house.

Hongjoong sighed. “See, this is what I was trying to avoid.” He said, hopping over the fence, Seonghwa right behind him.

Hongjoong knocked on the glass door. “Listen, guys. I’m not here to cause harm. You know that. Why would anyone wanna harm the Coca Twins? I just wanna know where my shipment is. It should’ve arrived last week. You think someone like Cutthroat from Harlem would let this shit slide for a week? Ray-Ray from Bed-Stuy would’ve been raided this place. I’m out here trying to be a hospitable motherfucker, and you run from me and close the door.” He said, in a deathly calm voice. “You wanna come open the door? Because I’m coming in one way or the other, but I’d you let me in yourself.”

When his words were met with silence, Hongjoong gave Seonghwa the signal and ran into the glass shoulder first. Seonghwa pulled his gun from his waistband, walking closely behind Hongjoong as the glass shattered.

“HJ, man, we just need a little more time. We backed up right now.” Nunu’s shaky voice said from behind the couch.

“Should’ve told me that before you took my money. You know who Paul J. Meyer, Nunu? How bout you Daedae?” He asked and continued when neither answered. “Paul J. Meyer is the pioneer of the self-improvement industry. Self-help books started with him. He has a say that goes ‘Communication- the human connection- is the key to personal and career success.’ Meaning, if you communicate, you’ll be successful. And if you don’t? You’ll end up behind a couch shaking and fearing for your life because a kingpin you tried to scam is standing in your living room.” Hongjoong laughed to himself.

“Bro, we just need more time to-” Daedae started.

“I’m not your fucking bro. In case you forgot, I’m HJ. That’s Dragon.” Hongjoong pointed to Seonghwa. “Fuck more time. I want my product now. Lord knows you already spent the money I gave you. It’s only fair isn’t it?” Hongjoong turned to see Nunu’s hand reaching under the couch. Within seconds, Hongjoong’s pistol was off his waist and pointed at Nunu. Immediately, there was a gun put at Hongjoong’s head by Daedae.

“You think you’re the only one that stays packin?” Daedae laughed, quickly silenced by the sound of Seonghwa’s gun being cocked by his ear.

“Maybe not, but we’re the only ones man enough to shoot.” Seonghwa said, his voice dangerously low.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. Daedae’s bitch ass is gonna set the gun down and you’re both gonna sit on the couch, turn on the TV and watch it like nothing ever happened. While Dragon and I take the product you owe us. Easy, right? Just mind your neck, and you get to keep it. Comprende?”

Hongjoong didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he headed out after Seonghwa. They collected the plants from the garden and ran to the car, speeding out the driveway and down the block.

Upon their return to the warehouse, Hongjoong called over two of his best workers, Mitch and Carlos.

“Make sure these plants have space to grow and are taken care of. After that, hit the streets. There’s money to be made.”

“You got it, boss. Let’s go C.” Mitch said, already moving the plants near a window.

When everything was all set up, everyone except for the lookouts headed out to sell. Hongjoong knew he didn’t have to run the streets as kingpin, but he feels everyone should work all positions. On occasions, He and Seonghwa even worked as lookouts. He trained his crew to be well rounded.

They returned to the warehouse at dawn to package any product that wasn’t sold and store their earnings for the night.

“You did good tonight, guys. We made a lot. As usual, Seonghwa is my proxy for the weekend and will oversee any decisions in my place. Stay safe, and I will be back Monday.” Hongjoong said, walking down the street. It was Friday, meaning it would be difficult to hide his job with Minjoon heading out to parties and hangouts and popping up at different hours of the night.

Hongjoong stood at the train station, knowing Santana would pop up any minute to go to work.

Santana appeared about half an hour later, a smile on her face.

“You don’t have to wait for me all the time, you know. You barely sleep as it is.”

“I do sleep! I’m heading to sleep right now. And I doze off every now and again in the office.”

Santana shook her head. “You have to sleep more than that, baby.”

Hongjoong pulled her in by the waist. “Come over later, I’d sleep better with you there.” He pleaded.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t wanna scar Minjoon anymore.”

“He’ll be okay. Plus, there’s this party in Bed-Stuy. Some football player’s parents are gone for the weekend. He’ll barely be there.”

Santana tapped her chin. “Hmmm, alright. I get off work early today, so I’ll just let myself in while you���re sleeping.”

“Day off AND early leave? I should become a fashion designer too.”

She giggled. “And design what? Crackhead chic?”

“Feens gotta dress too. Why you hatin’?”

She shook her head, walking up the steps. “You are something else. I’ll see you later.”

Hongjoong shamelessly watched her ascend. He admired the sway of her hips, the way her skirt hugged her waist just right. The rich, deep brown color of her legs

“Go get some sleep, you perv.” She shouted from the top, to which Hongjoong smirked before walking away. He walked up the block to his building, where Minjoon was already standing.

“What I told you bout standing around like that? 12 gon think you’re looking for trouble.”

“Good morning to you, too. I wasn’t standing for long. I just figured I’d stand outside so you could just hurry back. You have to rest.”

“You sound like Santana. Get in the car, snotface.”

Once he made it back from dropping Minjoon off, Hongjoong fell into the sectional couch face-first into a deep sleep. He slept for hours until he heard the door unlock. He knew Minjoon was leaving school straight to Brooklyn, so it was either Seonghwa looking for something or Santana. He smiled when he saw perfectly pedicured toes come into view, confirming it was the latter. He felt the couch shift at the far end, indicating she had sat down.

He outstretched his arms. “C’mere.”

She sucked her teeth. “Stay asleep. Imma sit here.”

“I woke up the minute you put the key in the lock. Come lay with me”

She crawled her way up his body, resting her head on his bare chest, his arms wrapping around her waist.

“I wanna spend more time with you, HJ.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

“I know, I’m working on it.” He said.

“You’re too smart for this kingpin shit, HJ.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m serious.” She rested her chin on his chest to look at him. “You could’ve easily graduated high school, and yet, you scored the highest on the GED test. Don’t you wanna go back to school? Remember telling me how much you love music production? All those beats you showed me? The ones that you released under that alias? The ones that went VIRAL? You can go back to school and perfect your craft.”

Hongjoong looked down at her and sighed. “Minjoon first.”

“Why does either of you have to be first? You can both go to college. You can commute if you need to. Life isn’t always about sacrifice. Just think about it.

Hongjoong slid his hands from her waist to the curve of her ass. “Lemme see how I feel after I eat.”

“Eat what? I know your ass don’t cook.”

“I’m not hungry for food. Come sit on your throne, Queen.” Hongjoong reached up her skirt, pulling her panties down in one swift motion.

Santana flung them across the room, placing her legs on each side of his head. She lowered herself on his face as his arms snaked around her thighs, locking her in place. His tongue teased at her entrance, the sudden contact causing her hips to buck. Her eyes fluttered shut as Hongjoong flattened his tongue along her cunt, his tongue flicking at her clit.

“Fuck, HJ,” She moaned as he sucked on her clit, her voice shaky.

The lewd sounds emitting from Hongjoong’s mouth as he licked, sucked, and slurped on her pussy caused heat to creep onto her cheeks.

Santana gripped onto the couch tightly, her legs slowly giving out.

“Fuck, baby I’m so close.” She said, out of breath.

“Yeah?” Hongjoong asked underneath her. “Ride my face. Show me how much you wanna cum.”

Santana weaved her hands into his light brown as she rocked her hips back and forth against his tongue. Her breath hitched as she felt that familiar tightening in her stomach. Her body felt like it was on fire as she shook uncontrollably, screaming Hongjoong’s name. As she came down from her high, Hongjoong unbuckled his pants.

“You ready to ride something else?” Hongjoong smirked when Santana loosened her grip on his hair and face.

“I’m always ready, Daddy,” Santana answered, sliding down to pull his boxers off. She tossed them on the floor to join the rest of the clothes as she pulled off her skirt and tank top.

She positioned herself, placing her hands on Hongjoong’s stomach to level herself before sinking down. The pair both groaning once he was fully inside her. Santana took a moment to adjust before beginning to move, bouncing up and down.

“Shit, baby, you’re always so tight.” Hongjoong gritted his teeth, reaching up to hold onto her hips.

Santana immediately pushed his hands down, speeding up the pace. “Uh uh, lemme take care of you, Daddy.” He tossed his head back, moaning as she circled her hips.

Her pace increased dangerously, her eyes snapping shut in pleasure.

“Take it easy, baby,” Hongjoong said, which was drowned out by Santana’s moans.

“TANA, SLOW DOWN.” He screamed but to no avail.

Suddenly, he flipped her over, and she landed on her back, gasping and the sudden switch.

“You don’t play fair, babygirl. You know the rules. Ladies first.” He lifted her leg onto his shoulder, his hips snapping into hers mercilessly. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, groans, and heavy breathing.

“Shit. Oh my God!” Santana shouted, pulling away slightly.

“Where the fuck you think you going? Take this dick, it’s yours, baby.” He said, pulling her back. “You getting close, baby? I can feel you clenching. You feel so good, baby. So tight, so warm. Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear you scream my name one more time.”

That’s all it took for Santana to become undone. Her toes curled immediately as her back arched, screaming a chant of Hongjoong’s name, her legs trembling.

“Where you want my cum, baby? Anywhere you want.” Hongjoong asked, kissing her neck.

“Mmm, cum inside me.”

“Yeah, you want me to fill you up?” His thrusts became sloppy, indicating his orgasm fast approaching.

Santana nodded. “I want you deep inside me, baby.” She muttered, overwhelmed by overstimulation.

Hongjoong nestled his face into her neck as he came, filling her up with his white seed.

They stayed like that for a while, until Hongjoong stood up. “C’ mon, we gotta shower.”

Santana whined. “How do you STILL have so much energy?”

He shrugged, pulling her up. “It’s a blessing and a curse. C’mon stinky.”

 Around 10pm that night, the couple was awoken by a loud banging on the door. Santana jumped up, alarmed. She began to fidget in the oversized t-shirt she had on. Hongjoong pressed his pointer finger to his lips, creeping up to the door. Peering into the peephole, he internally cursed when he saw the black uniforms and gold badges. He took a deep breath, pulling his grey sweats up to his waist and opened the door.

“Hongjoong Kim?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Santana screamed as she witnessed her boyfriend is suddenly thrown to the ground and placed in handcuffs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you doing?” She shouted.

“Hongjoong Kim, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Timothy and Clarence Claremont.”

“The Coca Twins? They’re lying! This has to be some type of mistake!” Tears stained Santana’s face.

“Baby, come here.” Hongjoong pleaded. “It’s okay. Don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be alright. Go to Seonghwa and find Minjoon. Stay together. It’s too dangerous. Tell Hwa what happened, and he’ll know what to do. Remember this phrase: Go back to when it all started, and that’s where your future begins.” He kissed her with all his might.

“Back where it all started, okay. Okay.” Santana nodded.

“Did you have an accomplice in this, Mr. Kim?”

“No. I acted alone. Just take me already. I’m not resisting.” And with that, the police dragged him away, nearly tearing his white wifebeater in the process.

And Santana was left standing in the doorway, feeling lost and empty.