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ponderinqs · 4 years ago

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mutual friend. v.h

pairing: vinnie hacker x reader

warnings: alcohol use, swearing, throwing up, somewhat of a slow burn?? enemies to lovers

word count: 8.2k

summary: being nai's best friend, you were forced to see her make new friends with people you knew you would never get along with. especially vinnie hacker. from the first moment you met him, you disliked him on a whole different level. but after a party nai invited you to, and some drunken events, you might've realized that he isn't so bad of a person as you once thought.

a/n: this is literally the longest fic i have EVER written. i love it so so much. this is a enemies to lovers fic, and i tried to make it the best i could without writing too much, so if it seems a bit rushed just know that i was running out of things to write and i didn't want it to be super duper long. please like and comment your thoughts! i love vinnie sm, and i really wanted to write a fic about him. expect more of him in the future!! hope you enjoy :)

lowercase intended !!!

you were well aware that tonight wouldn’t go the way you planned. you hated crowds and especially hated crowds filled with people you didn’t know, but you promised your best friend that you would tag along with her. your best friend, nai, was a well-known influencer that just so happened to get an invite to a party tonight, and she practically begged you to join her.

you weren’t as popular, but you still had a pretty large follower count on your instagram and your tiktok. it wasn’t as much as your best friend, of course, but it still counted towards something, right?

as you searched through your closet, you groaned in frustration as you couldn’t find an acceptable outfit to wear to a party. what does one even wear to a party? pulling out your phone, you dialed your friend's number and anxiously waited for her to pick up.

“hello?” her voice spoke through your phone’s speakers. “hi! um.. i don’t really know what to wear. what are you wearing?” you laughed nervously, still searching through your closet with your shoulder holding your phone to your ear.

“just a black crop top and some jeans. cmon, just pick something! you look good in everything you wear.” nai laughed and you sighed. “fine, fine. are you picking me up?” you asked, looking at the time quickly before continuing to look for an outfit.

“yeah. a couple people are gonna be with me though.” nai’s response made your eyebrow raise.

“who?”

“um just a couple of friends. ya know, the usual.” she laughed and you shook your head.

you were well aware of the people nai became friends with after she started getting really popular. it wasn’t that you didn’t like them, they just all made you jealous. you and nai have been friends since you both met at a shoot a few years ago. you had a hard time getting along with them, mostly because they always seemed so stuck up and rude. you had no idea how nai got along with them.

“okay, that’s whatever. just make sure you don’t forget about picking me up.” you spoke as you laid out an acceptable outfit on your bed.

“what are you talking about? i would never do that.” you knew nai was right, but it didn’t help that sometimes it seemed like she chose them over you more than you would care to admit.

“yeah, yeah. now come pick me up, will ya? i found an outfit.” you tried not to let your insecurities get in your head too much, but sometimes it was hard. you knew how replaceable you were and you weren’t about to let nai’s LA friends take her away from you.

“i’ll be there in 30! see you soon!” nai and you both said goodbye and hung up which allowed you to get ready in a timely matter.

as soon as you were done getting ready, you heard your phone go off with a text from nai.

nai: i’m here bae!!

you: coming :)

you put your phone in your pocket as you checked yourself out in your mirror by your front door. satisfied with how you looked, you closed your front door to your apartment and took the elevator downstairs. as you walked outside, you became more and more anxious. you hardly ever talked to nai’s other friends, but i guess you had to tonight no matter what.

you walked over to nai’s car, seeing a few familiar faces. you opened the back door and peeked in. “you gotta sit in the back! sorry!” nai was driving, with someone in the passenger seat and two people in the back. as soon as you and him made eye contact, you knew that tonight would be a long one.

vinnie hacker. millions of followers on tiktok. millions on instagram. probably has like fifty hoes. a skater boy. with his looks, you weren’t surprised at how popular he was. the two of you never really seemed to get along. nai and him got pretty close after they met and with him in the hype house, you never really seemed to get the appeal.

you shook your head and sat down in a seat next to vinnie, sighing as nai turned up the music and drove to the party.

there was three boys in the car, vinnie and two other people you didn’t really know that was in the hype house. you were beyond excited for tonight, all sarcasm intended.

the car was silent except for the music playing through the speakers and the low hum of the car. you looked outside your window and looked at the sunset, the beautiful LA backdrop that always made you swoon. as soon as you got comfortable in your seat, nai pulled into the house that was hosting the party.

cars lined the street and the driveway, but luckily you guys found a nice spot in the grass next to a few other cars. you were the first one to get out as soon as nai parked, ready to be far away from vinnie and far away from anyone else other than nai.

nai and the rest of the people in the car got out and you walked with nai inside, the boys trailing behind the two of you.

“y/n, you gotta get over this you know. they aren’t bad people.” nai spoke softly so that the boys behind you didn’t hear.

“what are you talking about?” you tried to play it off, but you knew that nai knew you didn’t like the people she was friends with. it wasn’t that you wanted her all to yourself, you just didn’t want the new people changing her into someone she isn’t.

“you know what i’m talking about. just get to know them! even vinnie. he’s not as bad as you think.” nai laughed and leaned her head on your shoulder for a brief second.

you looked back to glance at vinnie, the two of you making heavy eye contact. you broke it, looking back over to nai. “hmm, i don’t know if i can do that.” you laughed.

walking into the house, you were met with loud music and a huge crowd. red solo cups were everywhere, with groups of people talking over the blasting music.

“go make some friends and make sure you drink something too! it might help make this night more enjoyable for you.” nai kissed your cheek and waved as she ran off to find some more people.

you sighed. she knew you didn’t like socializing with new people, but you knew she was just trying to help. you would have much preferred a night in with a movie and some doordashed food.

soon you found yourself at a bar, taking a few jello shots and drinking whatever the bartender gave you. the alcohol coursed through your system, and before you knew it, you were pretty wasted.

you enjoyed partying every now and then, because you were able to get your mind off of things that caused you trouble late at night.

being intoxicated helps that too.

you walked around the large house, trying to find nai but gave up after a few minutes. you sat on one of the couches as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through instagram.

it wasn’t until you felt the cushion next to you move that you lifted your head up.

“hey.” a random guy spoke, a red solo cup in his hand. you raised an eyebrow. “do i know you?” you replied, trying to see if you knew who he was.

“nah. you could though. what’s your name?” he scooted a bit closer to you and you sighed.

“my name is y/n.” you replied, trying to keep your composure as much as you could. “i’m ashton. i’ve never seen you around before. you new?” he spoke over the loud rap music that was blasting in your ears.

“i’ve lived in LA for a while, i just don’t do parties.” you laughed, looking around at everyone else, desperately hoping someone would rescue you from this awkward situation.

“seems like you do parties to me.” he mentioned to the cup in your hand and your clear intoxicated state.

“okay maybe sometimes i do parties.” you laughed nervously as you took a big gulp from your cup. “you want to go somewhere quieter?” he put his arm around your shoulder.

“um, no. i’m good.” you smiled and looked at him, trying to give him a hint that you weren’t interested.

“aww come on. i’m sure this music is hurting your ears. we could go upstairs?” his face was now inches from yours, his breath smelling like expensive liquor.

“oh, that’s okay. i’m just gonna wait here for my fr-”

“she doesn’t want you, dude. give it up.” a voice cut you off. you looked up and saw vinnie standing in front of ashton.

“heyyy vinnie! you’re here!” ashton removed his arm off of your shoulder and greeted vinnie.

“nah man. just go.” vinnie motioned for him to leave. ashton, confused, got up and put both of his arms up in the air. “damn, fine. she’s all yours i guess.” he walked away and vinnie was now looking down at you.

“i didn’t need your help.” you hiccuped, making eye contact with him. “clearly you did. i could see how uncomfortable you were from across the room.” vinnie shrugged. you rolled your eyes.

“i still didn’t need you to help me.” you stood up and stumbled a bit, trying to get away from this man. you didn’t want to see him at all tonight.

“whatever. you’re welcome.” he watched you walk away over to the bar. ordering more drinks, you tossed the bartender some money and chugged all of them. soon, you were more intoxicated than you anticipated. you didn’t even know what time it was, but you knew you were not going to bed at an early time tonight.

walking around, you found yourself dancing on the dance floor, your body moving along to the beat of the rap song that was currently playing. without your knowledge, you were getting looks from every guy in a twenty foot radius. your looks were captivating to many, even if you didn’t think so.

“y/n! y/n!” nai’s voice flooded your brain, disconnecting you from the music. you looked around and found nai trying to find you. “hmm…??” you felt her grab you as she dragged you away from the dance floor.

“how much have you had to drink?” she held onto your arm, smelling the alcohol on your breath. “i don’t really know.. but oh well!” you laughed, lip syncing to the song that was playing.

“i think you need to sit down, yeah?” nai tried to guide you to a seat. “no!” you struggled to get out of her grasp but had no luck. “vinnie! vinnie! can you please help me?” nai found vinnie with a small group.

“what’s up?” vinnie waved to his group and walked over to the two of you. “she needs to calm down before she throws up everywhere.” nai gestured over to you.

“i tried helping her earlier. she doesn’t need my help, nai.” vinnie sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“vinnie, please? i need to get back to what i was doing earlier.” nai pleaded. “just let me go!” you squirmed out of nai’s grasp, stumbling back over to go dance some more.

“goddamnit.” vinnie mumbled under his breath. he caught up to you and grabbed your arm. “you’re done for the night, okay?” he dragged you away from the music and led you to the backyard. it was quieter out there, and there were only a couple people talking outside.

“what the fuck is your problem? i’m trying to have fun!” you yelled as he helped you sit down. “you’ve had enough fun. now just relax.” vinnie stood in front of you as you crossed your arms in defeat.

“you guys are no fun.” you slurred speech made vinnie crack a smile. “is that so? damn, i’m hurt.” vinnie laughed. “shut up. i don’t like you.” you spoke, the alcohol in your system giving you a newfound boldness that you never knew existed.

“you’re not so fun to babysit either.” vinnie stared down at you, your focus on your shoes. “you’re such a comedian, you know that?” you glared at him.

“gotta love being humbled.” vinnie grinned, as your stomach suddenly started turning. “i need the b-bathroom.” you hiccuped, quickly trying to stand up. “okay, jesus, come on.” vinnie helped lead you back inside and upstairs to an unoccupied bathroom.

you rushed in, your head immediately falling into the toilet as you throw up most of the alcohol that was in your system. vinnie grabs your hair and holds it up as you continue to throw up, your hand clutching your stomach.

after you were done, you flushed the toilet. “you didn’t have to do that.” you mumbled as you wiped your mouth with a towel. “yeah, but i’m nice, so i did.” vinnie replied, making you roll your eyes.

“that was gross. i’m sorry.” you laughed anxiously, your hands trembling as you looked over at vinnie. “it’s fine. i prepared for this anyway.” vinnie made eye contact with you. the two of you shared eye contact for a few seconds before you gagged and found yourself in front of the toilet again. vinnie was there to pull your hair back, wincing as you threw up once more.

you flushed and wiped your mouth again, groaning as your pounding head worsened as you tried to stand up. “take it easy y/n.” vinnie’s hand traveled to your back as he helped you stand up.

“i don’t wanna be here anymore.” you whispered as you grabbed your head. “i don’t think nai is going to want to leave. let’s find you somewhere to lay down, alright?” vinnie spoke softly as he led you downstairs to a somewhat empty room with a couch. he helped you lay down, giving you a pillow to lay on.

you passed out right after hitting the pillow. vinnie took the opportunity to find nai and bring her over to you.

“she threw up?” nai said as vinnie led her to the room you were passed out in. “yeah. twice.” he pointed to the couch that you were curled up on. “she can’t stay here, vinnie.” nai looked over at him and then at you. “i know. are you going to leave?” the two of them kept their focus on you as they talked.

“i can’t leave. i gotta stay until it’s over with. can you do something with her?” nai knew it wouldn’t be easy getting him to help you more than he already has, but she had to at least try.

“i mean i guess i could. what do you want me to do?” vinnie scratched the back of his head as he looked down at you.

“take her home.. or i don’t know. you could take her back to the hype house?” nai grinned, looking at vinnie. “and why would i do that. i can just take her to her apartment.” vinnie shook his head. he knew that nai wanted you both to be friends, but you never seemed to enjoy his company.

“i mean you could.. but she might need someone incase she gets sick again. just look after her, yeah? i gotta go, but please text me if you need me.” nai patted him on the back and walked away.

vinnie groaned. he now had a passed out girl on a couch that he was responsible for. he tried to wake you up for about five minutes before he decided that you weren’t waking up.

“okay.. come on.” vinnie lifted you over his shoulders and walked outside. after calling an uber, he realized just how stupid this situation was. you don’t even like him, so why is he trying to be nice to you when he knows you wouldn’t be like this for him?

shaking his head, he helped your unconscious body into the backseat of the uber. after getting in the car and giving the driver an address, he noticed you move a bit and watched you lay your head in his lap. your eyes opened, and you looked up to make eye contact with him.

“vinnie?” you whispered. “yeah, it’s me.” he replied, breaking eye contact with you to look outside the window.

“where are we going?” you groaned at your head, but appreciated vinnie’s lap for being a nice pillow. “my place. before you get mad, it was nai’s idea.” he looked down at you.

“okay.” you looked at him as he looked out the window. your stomach was filled with butterflies, which you took as a surprise because you didn’t want to believe that you were actually starting to enjoy his company.

“what?” vinnie said as he noticed you were staring. “you’re kinda pretty.” you blurted out without thinking, your eyes suddenly widening. he laughed. “you’re kinda drunk.” vinnie replied, moving a strand of hair out of your face. you went quiet after that, unsure of what to say.

you arrived at vinnie’s place shortly after. he thanked the uber and helped you out. leading you inside, he took you to his room and shut the door behind him. “you can take the bed. i’ll sleep on the floor.” he spoke after minutes of silence.

“no, no. i’m not going to kick you out of your own bed. i’ll sleep on the floor.” you grabbed one of his pillows and went to go throw it on the floor.

“that’s not a good idea. just take the bed, please.” he put a pillow on the floor and grabbed a blanket. “okay, fine.” you gave up and put the pillow back on his bed. you got under his blankets and tried to get comfortable. you were engulfed with his scent.

after he turned his light off, you laid there unable to fall back asleep. “are you still awake?” you whispered, hoping that he hasn’t fallen asleep yet.

“no, i’m asleep.” he replied smartly. “can you just lay in your bed too..?” you asked quietly, hoping that he somehow didn’t hear you say it. “i guess i could. why?” vinnie stood up and returned the pillow and blanket back to his bed before laying down.

“i can’t sleep, i don’t know. i don’t want you sleeping on the floor in your own room.” you tried to find his face in the darkness of his bedroom, but it was no use.

“i chose to sleep on the floor. it’s whatever.” he rustled around, trying to find a comfortable position.

“do you not like me?” you spoke without thinking again, regretting it. “i could ask you the same thing, y/n.” he spoke softly, laying on his back. “okay, fair.” you sighed, laying on your back as well.

“you’ve never gave me a reason not to like you, but you never seemed to like me.” vinnie replied after a brief minute of silence. “i just don’t want you changing nai into someone she’s not, i guess.” you closed your eyes, your head still pounding relentlessly.

“i would never do that. i’m not an asshole like you think i am.”

“i never said you were an asshole.”

“but you implied it with the glares and the attitude towards me.”

“whatever.”

he laughed. you sighed, knowing that he was right.

he wasn’t really an asshole. you just wanted to believe that he was so that you didn’t give nai the satisfaction in knowing that you were becoming friends with her new friends.

“thanks for helping me tonight. i can go a little overboard sometimes.” you turned your head to look at him. by now, your eyes adjusted to the darkness so that you were able to make out his features.

you stared at him, starting to notice just how beautiful he actually was. i mean, it was hard not to see that. he was a walking god, and everyone knew it. you never wanted to feel any sort of attraction towards him, but it was inevitable. everyone falls for vinnie hacker at some point.

“of course. it’s what friends do.” he noticed your staring and looked over at you. “friends?” you replied, unsure if you heard that right or not.

“yeah. friends. that’s what we are, right?” he made eye contact with you as you tried to find the right words to say.

“yeah, yeah. of course. friends.” the word ‘friend’ made you cringe, but you said it anyway. you knew that after tonight, things would be different towards the two of you, but you tried your hardest not to let that affect you. thoughts clouded your head, and they were all about vinnie.

you couldn’t have possibly fallen for him that fast, could you? you hated him like four hours ago. you decided you would question yourself when you were more sober and more composed.

“you should go to sleep. you’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.” vinnie spoke as he turned on his side, facing you.

“yeah i know. okay, goodnight i guess.” you laughed softly and turned on your side. “you should probably lay on your back just incase.” vinnie moved his arm out to push you softly onto your back. “oh true. thanks.” you yawned and tried to find a comfortable position.

soon, you felt your body relax as your eyes closed. vinnie stayed up and made sure you didn’t get sick. he watched your sleeping figure, taking in all of your features.

vinnie tried to promise himself that he wouldn’t fall for you, but as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, he found himself falling for you. it was easy as that.

you gave him a feeling that no one else gave him. when he first met you a few months ago, he was immediately attracted to you. you gave off this energy that captivated him. you were like a drug, and he was constantly craving more. you made him weak, and you made him confused. he didn’t know how you felt towards him. i mean sure, you always seemed to hate him. but that was all just a facade, wasn’t it? he knew deep down that you didn’t want to dislike him.

so as he watched you sleep, in his bed, next to him, he knew that he was in deep trouble. as he tried to fall asleep, his brain was crowded with thoughts of you. thoughts of you sharing moments together and making memories. maybe he was in too deep, or maybe he was just going crazy. all he knew was that he wanted to make you his.

the last thing he thought about before drifting off was you.

the next morning was rough. your stomach turned with nausea, and your head pounded so hard that you couldn’t even open your eyes. the sunlight peaking through the curtains made you groan in pain.

when you finally opened your eyes, barely, you saw vinnie sleeping next to you. his blonde hair was covering most of his face, his mouth opened slightly and short breaths moving his chest up and down. you smiled slightly, taking in the sight.

he was beautiful. you shook your head to get rid of the thoughts of him, which made you wince in pain. all the noise you were making woke up vinnie, and soon the two of you made eye contact.

“sorry for waking you.” you apologized, and winced once more as talking made your migraine ten times worse.

“it’s alright.” his deep morning voice giving you butterflies. he got up and ruffled his hair as he exited his room. he returned moments later with some advil and some water. “here.” he mumbled, handing you the items.

“mmm, thank you.” you popped the advil in your mouth and gulped down most of the water, setting it on his nightstand and laying back down.

you phone began to rang, causing you to groan and cover your face with the pillow you were laying on. vinnie glanced down to it. “it’s nai.” he spoke. when you didn’t respond, he grabbed your phone and answered the call.

“hello? yeah it’s vinnie. she’s okay. i just gave her some advil and water. no puking yet.” he talked to nai and you listened intently. after feeling your stomach turn, you hurriedly got out of bed and ran to his bathroom.

“actually, scratch that. she just ran to the bathroom. okay, okay, i’m going! you’re welcome by the way. uh huh. okay, bye.” he hung up and ran after you to help you.

you dry heaved into the toilet as he held your hair back again, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“fuck.” you mumbled into the toilet before dry heaving some more. “you’re good, just try to relax.” vinnie sighed, grabbing some hair that fell out of his grasp.

vinnie helped you stand up from your position on the floor, and helped guide you back over to his bed. “go back to sleep.” he covered you up with some blankets and helped you take a few sips of water.

“mhm. i’ll try.” you whispered, closing your eyes. “i have to run some errands but i’ll be back in a while, okay? just try to get some rest. you have my number if you need me.” he spoke quietly, trying not to make your head hurt more than it already does. you nodded. “okay.”

as soon as he left, you fell back asleep.

nai called vinnie’s phone once he got in his car.

“yeah?” vinnie asked as he answered the phone. “thanks for taking care of y/n. i’m sorry she’s probably a handful.” nai laughed over the phone. vinnie laughed as well. “it hasn’t actually been that bad. she called me pretty last night in the uber so it’s been pretty chill.” he smiled as he turned his car on.

“she called you pretty?” nai said in disbelief. “yeah, she did. crazy huh?” he laughed again. “you know, i’ve been trying to get you two to like each other for the longest time. i guess a party and some alcohol is all that you guys needed.” nai explained.

“i guess so.” vinnie replied, his brain filling with thoughts of you. “do you like her, vin?” nai asked, causing vinnie’s heart to skip a beat.

“i mean, i don’t know. it’s hard to tell.” vinnie lied, knowing damn well that he was already head over heels for you.

“liar. but it’s cool, i’m glad. she needs someone like you in her life.” nai smiled over the phone. vinnie shook his head jokingly, smiling at her response. “yeah, yeah, whatever. that’s why you wanted me to take her back to my place last night, huh?” he laughed, running a hand through his bedhead.

“yep! and i see that it worked. i’m a genius.” nai said triumphantly. “you think she likes me?” vinnie replied as he pulled out of the driveway.

“i mean, after last night, i’m sure some things have changed. i can ask her for you.” nai responded.

“don’t ask her, are you stupid? that’s so cringe. she’ll definitely know i like her if you ask her.” vinnie didn’t even know how you felt about him, but he for sure knew how he felt about you.

“okay fine, fine. if she feels better tonight, you want to get everyone together and hang?” nai asked, hoping that he would say yes. “i mean, sure. don’t tell anyone about this, alright? i don’t need the guys giving me shit for this.” vinnie groaned, just imagining how much he would get bullied if they knew how much he liked you.

“i won’t! promise! i’ll let you go now, though. hopefully i’ll see you tonight!” nai said and the two of them said their goodbyes before hanging up. vinnie put his phone down and finished driving around to finish what he needed to do.

back at his place, you were scrolling through tiktok after waking up from a short nap, when you came across a video of vinnie. soon, you found yourself stalking his account, watching all of his insanely attractive videos. you went through his comments, finding many comments about girls wanting to marry him or to have his kids. you knew he had a large fanbase, but you didn’t know how obsessed they were with him. what if you guys did get closer? would they give you hate? many questions clogged your brain.

you can’t just fall for someone that you hated not even twenty four hours ago. it was stupid, but you knew that you couldn’t control who you fall for. as you scrolled through tiktok some more, you found a video from the party last night. you pushed your phone closer to your face as you saw vinnie walking upstairs with you in the background. a lot of people seemed to see it too, as they left a bunch of comments asking who you were.

when you checked your instagram, you saw that you had gained a lot of followers since last night. you didn’t get any hate comments, but it still worried you. some comments on the tiktok that you had seen weren’t the nicest, so you were a little worried that his entire fanbase would hate you once they find out you have a thing for vinnie.

shutting your phone off, you decided to get some more sleep, your hangover putting your body in pain. you drifted off not long after.

vinnie returned back to the hype house a little while later, having completed his errands that he told you he had to do. when he returned to his bedroom, after being interrogated by the other members in the house about who was in his room, he saw you passed out, little breaths emitting from your slightly opened mouth.

he was so whipped for you. he knew it wasn’t healthy and he should probably try to move on, but he couldn’t help it. you held him in a chokehold, and he was unable to escape. he then took the time to recall the memories from when the two of you first met as he waited for you to wake back up.

“you’re going to love her!” nai shouted excitedly. she was getting ready to introduce her best friend to her new LA friends, which she was very clearly happy about. “are you sure?” vinnie asked, one of his eyebrows raising.

“of course! don’t doubt me, vinnie.” nai laughed and left the room, probably going to find you. after a few minutes, nai returned with an unfamiliar face. it was you. you were standing awkwardly behind nai until she pushed you in front of her.

“everyone, this is y/n!” nai pointed to you, and you just waved. “what’s good?” you spoke for the first time, trying to not let your anxiety take over you.

when you and vinnie made eye contact, he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through his body. you were absolutely breathtaking. but when you looked away and scoffed, he was taken aback.

nai introduced you to everyone, and everyone introduced themselves to you. when it was vinnie’s turn, you were obviously very annoyed. “hey, i’m vinn-” you cut him off.

“i know who you are.” you replied sternly, causing vinnie and nai to give you both weird looks. “okay..” vinnie said quietly, sitting back on the couch and allowing other people to start a conversation so it wasn’t so awkward.

what was your problem? he barely even got to introduce himself. what did you have against him that made you dislike him so much? vinnie asked himself several questions in his head as he scrolled through tiktok on his phone.

after he first met you, he saw you only a couple other times. you were with nai every single time, but you never seemed to enjoy going out with her and her other friends.

vinnie didn’t know what it was about you, but he knew you were something special. even if you hated him or never wanted to be around him, he knew that deep down you were secretly pretending to hate him.

you waking up caused vinnie to shake away his daydreaming. “what time is it?” you mumbled groggily, running a hand through you disheveled hair. “it’s 12:36pm.” vinnie replied as he sat up in his bed, scrolling on his phone. “god. i feel like shit.” you groaned.

“yo, did you see this tiktok?” vinnie turned his phone to show you the tiktok that you had seen earlier, with the two of you walking upstairs in the background. “yeah i did. it’s whatever though.” you shook your head and pulled out your phone as well.

“there’s a lot of comments about us.” vinnie spoke as he scrolled through the comment section, reading almost every single one of them.

“you know, you didn’t really have to help me out at all last night. now everyone hates me for being within a ten foot radius of you.” you joked, looking over at vinnie to see him staring intently at his phone.

“yeah, but like i said before. i’m nice. and nai wanted my help. no one says no to nai. my fans will get over it. it’s not like we’re dating or anything.” vinnie now looked over at you, the both of you making eye contact before he broke it and continued to scroll on his phone.

“yeah definitely not.” you said quickly, trying to make up a believable lie that you definitely did not want to date vinnie hacker. you wanted to show him that you still hated his guts, even if you didn’t as much as you did last night before the party.

vinnie just sighed and the two of you scrolled on your phones in silence.

vinnie took you home a few hours later. he told you nai’s plans about hanging out later, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to or not. you still felt a little under the weather, but with a warm shower and some more medicine, you were sure that you would fine later tonight.

after your shower, you decided to stalk vinnie some more. when you saw that he was live on instagram, you hurriedly joined and saw him sitting in front of his computer with a few of his friends.

the comments were all mostly about you and him. everyone was asking about who you were and if you two were in a relationship.

user234234: vinnie is mine y’all idk who that girl is but he’s mine

alizabarrow: who was that girl in the tiktok? is she your girlfriend??

itsaubreee123: vinnie marry me!! <33

ava_mae_654: guys come on, give him some privacy please. and please respect whoever he was with. let him live his life.

“i’m gonna say this one time and one time only. some of you already know who she is, but you need to leave her alone. she is one of nai’s friends. i’m sick of having to go through this every time you see me with a girl. just please respect her. that’s all i ask.” vinnie said to the thousands of people watching his live. your heart skipped a beat, a smile appearing on your face. you were glad he said something about it.

after you finished your hair and put on a good outfit, you posted a mirror selfie on your instagram story. you dm’s were flooded with fans of vinnie’s, most giving you compliments. some threatened to hurt you if you ever touched vinnie again, and some were just giving you insults. it didn’t really affect you, but instead made you feel bad for vinnie.

you felt bad that he has probably gone through this same situation multiple times. you didn’t understand how kind he was until you got to know him a bit more. you thought he was just a stuck up skater boy that moved to the west coast because he got famous. so it hurt you when you saw all of his fans coming after you, because you knew that he couldn’t do anything about it except ask them to stop.

your phone ringing made you break away from your thoughts. looking down at your phone, you saw that it was nai. you swiped to accept the call and put her on speaker phone.

“hey girly! how are you feeling?” nai asked as you found a comfortable spot on your bed to sit down on.

“i’m feeling a lot better actually. the shower i just took really helped.” you explained as you twirled your hair in your fingers.

“i was thinking about getting everyone together again tonight. what do you think?” nai waited patiently for an answer. “sure.” you replied. usually you threw a fit whenever nai asked to hang with you and her other friends, but for some reason you just didn’t feel like doing it today.

“wow, no arguments? you said yes just like that? what happened to you?” nai laughed jokingly. you laughed too, shaking your head. “nothing happened really..” you tried to play it off.

“how was vinnie last night?” nai asked, the butterflies suddenly returning to your stomach. “he was fine. didn’t cause any problems.” you said flatly. nai just laughed again. “that’s good.. you two finally getting along?” nai interrogated. you knew she was up to something, but you didn’t know what exactly.

“i still absolutely hate his guts. but he’s tolerable now.” you responded, getting up and walking around your empty apartment as you talked to nai.

“uh huhhh. okay well, i’ll pick you up in an hour! wear a bikini!” nai exclaimed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

soon the hour went by faster than you thought, and soon nai was outside. you grabbed some sunglasses and your purse, along with your phone, and as left your apartment and went downstairs.

as you approached nai’s car, you realized that you were being forced to sit next to vinnie again. glancing over at nai, she winked before turning up the music and driving to wherever the group was going.

“how are you feeling?” vinnie leaned over to whisper into your ears, causing chills to run down your spine. you looked over at him. “i’m fine now. thank you.” you reassured him before pulling your phone out of your pocket. you went onto instagram and scrolled through your thousands of new direct messages from people swiping up on your story from earlier.

vinnie must have been looking at your phone, because he took it out of your grasp and scrolled through them. he clicked on some that were really harsh, and that made his heart drop. “y/n, this is horrible.” he exclaimed, reading some more hurtful comments being made towards your appearance.

“they don’t affect me. they’re all probably like twelve years old anyway.” you laughed at the thought of an innocent twelve year old sending you a paragraph about how vinnie was her’s and that you should back off.

“yeah, but still, this isn’t right.” he handed your phone back to you, your fingers grazing each other’s. “vinnie, i’m fine, really.” you made brief eye contact with him before you broke it to look outside. you saw the santa monica pier and the beautiful ocean that you loved swimming in.

vinnie decided to drop it. if you were really okay, you would make it known. it didn’t seem to be bothering you, but he couldn’t help but feel horrible for how his fans were treating you. as nai pulled into a parking spot, he watched your eyes glow in the sun that was beginning to set.

down bad, vinnie. down bad.

the group got out of the car and headed down to the beach, where you found a good spot to set down your blankets and all of your items you had with you.

“y/n, let’s go swim!” nai tugged on your arm. you quickly took off your top and your shorts, tossing them onto the blanket. vinnie’s eyes trailed up and down your body, watching as you walked away from him with nai.

“hey, wait up!” vinnie cleared his voice before taking off his black shirt and tossing it next to your clothes. as you and nai stopped in your tracks to wait for vinnie and the others, your eyes raked his fit body, examining each and every one of his tattoos that complimented every feature on his body.

“you’re staring.” nai broke you out of your trance. you playfully shoved her. “shut up.” you rolled your eyes jokingly and continued to walk to the ocean once vinnie and the others caught up to you and nai.

you were the first one to make it into the water, the warmth of it making you happier than ever. while you were enjoying the water, you didn’t care to notice the conversation between nai and vinnie behind you.

“throw her in. do it.” nai playfully shoved vinnie, causing him to roll his eyes. “fine.” he said flatly before running up to you and picking you up. his large hands wrapped around your waist as you squirmed under his touch.

“vinnie! you asshole, put me down!” you yelled, unable to escape from his grasp. “what was that?” he said, still holding you up in the air as you kicked your legs.

“i said you’re an asshole, now put me down!” you yelled again, still attempting to escape him.

vinnie then threw you into the water, your whole body being engulfed in the water. when you came up, you pretended to choke on water. “oh shit, are you good?” vinnie wadded over to you, going to squat down to see if you were okay.

“yeah, i’m good. but are you?” you said as you pulled him underwater, laughing triumphantly. when he came up, he stared intently at you. “oh, it’s over.” he smirked and sent a huge splash of water right onto your face. you scoffed playfully. “oh really?” you grinned as you splashed him more than he splashed you.

“fuck you!” vinnie yelled jokingly as he picked you up again, throwing you deeper into the water. when you didn’t surface, he got a little nervous. being caught off guard, you wrapped your hands around his legs and yanked him under.

the two of you hit each other’s heads as you came up, the two of you laughing hysterically. “i think i win.” you said, clutching your stomach as you tried to suppress your laughter.

“uh, no. i won, obviously.” vinne crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at you. you just shook your head and continued to laugh.

“someone doesn’t hate vinnie anymore!” nai yelled from the shore. you looked over and flipped her off. “stay outta it!” you yelled, laughing some more.

when you were busy staring into the horizon, nai took this opportunity to give vinnie two big thumbs up. he just shook his head and waved her off.

the stars were shining in the sky, reflecting on the california ocean as the group sat on the multiple blankets on the sand. everyone was mesmerized by the moon and the stars.

soft music played out of nai’s speaker as everyone laid there in silence. you and nai took some pics for instagram earlier as the sun was setting, so you sat on your phone adding filters to the pictures before you posted them.

in one picture, vinnie was in the background, staring directly at you. your heart skipped a beat as you skipped through that picture, unsure if that would’ve been a good one to post or not.

suddenly vinnie was standing in front of you with his arm stretched out, his hand motioning for you to grab it. as you grabbed his hand, confused, he pulled you up and helped you stand. “wanna walk?” he asked quietly, and you nodded. the two of you walked away from the group and headed down towards the crashing waves.

“why did you want to walk?” you asked after the two of you fell silent. “i don’t know. just wanted to walk i guess.” vinnie answered, looking down at his feet as he walked. the two of you fell silent yet again, the crashing waves and the slight breeze helping to ease some of the tension. vinnie led you to a bunch of large rocks by the ocean. waves crashed up against them as the both of you sat down on the rocks.

“is something different between us?” vinnie suddenly asked, as if he wanted to ask that question all day. you looked over at him. “what do you mean?” you knew what he meant deep down, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say.

“i mean, you hated me twenty four hours ago, and now we’re laughing and having fun together.” vinnie looked out into the dark horizon, waiting patiently for you to respond.

“i still hate you, don’t get me wrong, but i think i’m finally starting to know who you are as a person. you’re not who i thought you were when we first met. you’re like the total opposite.” you explained, looking down at the hands in your lap.

vinnie cracked a smile. “you don’t hate me. you can stop pretending now, trust me.” he looked over at you. you met his eyes and could practically feel yourself melting.

“okay, fine, whatever. i don’t hate you. you win. anything else?” you replied harshly. it came out more rude than you intended, but you couldn’t do anything about it now.

“so you don’t hate me?” he asked again, knowing that he was pushing your buttons. “i never really hated you, vinnie. i wanted to so badly, you know? but the more i saw you, especially yesterday and today, i don’t think i can keep pretending anymore.” you responded, looking back out onto the ocean.

“i knew it. so you like me then?” vinnie smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing. your face flushed bright red, your eyes widening. “no! i definitely do not like you! not like that.. just as a friend.” you looked at him again, your eyes darting down to his lips.

vinnie stared at you for a moment before deciding on something he always wanted to do. “do friends do this?” he whispered before he crashed his lips onto yours. at first, you were caught by surprise, but you allowed yourself to kiss him back. your lips moved in sync, with his hand moving to your cheek as you deepened the kiss. it was brief but fierce. passionate yet loving, and it left vinnie wanting more.

when you both pulled away from the kiss, you both just stared at each other in disbelief.

“you have no idea how long i wanted to do that, y/n.” vinnie smiled to himself, recalling the last few seconds in his head.

“really?” you responded, out of breath. “yes. ever since i first saw you, i knew i had to get closer to you. you’re just so captivating.” vinnie smiled to himself like a fool while he looked down at his lap, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“when i called you pretty last night, i really meant it. seriously. that’s probably why i hated you so much. you are so pretty that i couldn’t take it.” you laughed quietly, looking over at the water and then back to vinnie. he was smiling like an idiot.

“so what now?” vinnie asked after a few seconds. “hmm? what do you mean?” you questioned, scooting closer to vinnie.

“like, what are we?” his hand ran through his hair, making heavy eye contact with you.

“we don’t need to figure that out now. come on, let’s get back to the group.” you tugged on vinnie’s hand as you began to drag him back to the group.

he stopped in his tracks and walked up to you, cupping both of your cheeks and kissing you yet again. you smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, the tips of your fingers running through the bottom of his hair. lightning struck in the middle of the ocean as soon as your lips connected, a low rumble of thunder filling your ears.

the kiss was a feeling you could never describe. it felt like every love song you have ever heard. the fireworks that erupted in your stomach sent you through a loop as the two of you deepened the kiss once more.

vinnie’s mind went blank as he kissed you. his stomach filled with butterflies and a single chill went down his back, causing his arms to burst into goosebumps. vinnie didn’t need anything else in this world except you. you completed him in ways that were unimaginable.

pulling away from the kiss, the wind picked up as the two of you stared at each other. as you both felt a few raindrops, you two began laughing as you took off in the direction of the group.

you never understood how or why you had fallen for vinnie hacker, but you silently thanked nai for introducing him to you. if vinnie wasn’t nai’s mutual friend, you probably would’ve never gotten to know how much you could hate someone and how fast it can all go away. you knew from there on, you would have someone in your life that made your heart skip a beat and someone who would be there for you no matter what.

#vinnie #vinniehacker #vinnie hacker x reader #tiktok #vinnie hacker imagine #vhackerr #vinnie hacker fluff #x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker fanfic

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ily-fictional-women · 2 years ago

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Grief is Forever Eternal

Summary: Daisy lost the love of her life, that's never easy. For anybody. But with you there the effects of her recklessness are just a little more tolerable. (AKA a patch-up fic where emotions are expressed).

Pairing: Daisy Johson x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add any let me know.

Word count: 1000 (exactly)

a/n: Still lacking a lot of inspo lately so if you have any requests make sure to send them. Of course, it doesn’t mean I’ll get to it immediately but it’s better than not sending it. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

It had been a few weeks since Lincoln died and it was of course hard on Daisy more than anyone. It became hard enough to push her to run away. Unlike Daisy, Y/n wasn’t a hacker, she didn’t have powers either. But with being a shield medic you learn to get close to people. During the first few weeks, Daisy ran away Yo-yo found where she was hiding though. Yo-yo stood in the doorway of the med bay lightly knocking on one of the walls, “Hey, Y/n? Can we talk?” Y/n looked up from the tools she was organizing seeing Yo-yo’s worried face.

“Yeah of course Yo-yo. What’s up?” Yo-yo looked down fiddling with her fingers trying to figure out the right words for what she wanted to say. “Before I tell you what I’m about to say you have to swear not to tell Director O'Mara or Coulson anything.” Y/n moves closer to Yo-yo, “Yo-yo what’s wrong?”

“It’s Daisy. I found out where she is and she doesn’t look so good, I’m worried about her.” Y/n put her hands on Yo-yo’s shoulders, “Listen it’s gonna be okay alright. I do need you to tell me where she is though. If she’s hurt I need to help her.”

“Okay.”

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Y/n knocked on Daisy’s door, and there was silence for awhile but then she heard her. “Go away Y/n. I don’t wanna talk to anyone.” Y/n tired to reason with her, “Come on Dasiy. Just open the door. I won’t take forever.” There was silence again for a while but then Daisy finally opened the door. “What do you want Y/n?” Y/n looked her up and down for a minute before pushing past her and entering the small apartment, “You look like shit Johson. Sit down, please.” Y/n sat on a very trashy-looking wooden chair setting her med bag on the table in front of her.

Daisy shut her door crossing her arms and looking at Y/n, “How did you even find me? And why are you here right now?” Y/n opens up her med bag taking out different supplies, “Yo-yo found out you were staying here and saw you looked beat so she told me where you were because she was worried about you. So I’m gonna ask one more time. Sit down please.” The conviction in her voice was enough to convince Dasiy to pull a chair close to Y/n and let her fix her up.

Y/n gently held onto one of Daisy's arms looking at it carefully, “You have a lot of hair-line bone fractures in her forearms. Whatever you’re doing you need to be at least a little more careful with it.” Y/n started to wrap Daisy's arms in bandages looking down and avoiding eye contact, “I was thinking about staying here, with you.” Daisy tried to move her arm in the bandage causing her to wince, “Why would you do that?” Y/n sarcastically looked around the apartment, “Looks like you could use some company. And for what it’s worth I’m not gonna tell anyone you're here.” Y/n finally looked up at her, “Just give me one week. And if you get sick of me you can kick me to the curb.”

“Fine, one week Y/n.”

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One week turned to two turned to months, and with how long the two stayed together an unintentional routine started. The two would go out in the day doing whatever and at night Daisy would go out being “Quake” while Y/n waited for her to come home so she could patch her up. But somehow with so much one-on-one time with Daisy Y/n was falling for her which of course was not part of the plan. It wasn’t the right time either which didn’t help.

Y/n heard the door unlock and close, it was Daisy she was finally home. Sitting next to Y/n at the cheap wooden table the two started the routine. As Y/n gently held onto Daisy’s face cleaning small cuts Daisy choked down her pills, "Why do you do this?" Moving to her face gently Y/n started to clean the cuts on her forehead, "What do you mean do this Daisy?" Daisy sighed shrugging, "You know what I mean Y/n. Why do you put up with me? Why do you patch me up every night I go out?"

Y/n bit her tongue. She wanted to say because she loves her but of course, she couldn’t. "Because I care about you, I thought that part was obvious." Daisy lets out a soft laugh, "Sure, but why do you care about me?" Finishing up the cuts on her face Y/n leaned back into her rickety chair, “Because you’re grieving, and because your greaving I don't think you care about yourself enough yet. And I want to be here to see you get better.”

Daisy tears up, “He- he just meant a lot to me. It should have been me.” Y/n grazes her hand against Daisy’s and Daisy holds onto it, “I don’t think it should have been you. But I do think you’re hurting. And for what it’s worth I don’t think you’ll stop hurting.” Daisy lets go of her hand scoffing, “Gee thanks Y/n, that helps so much.” Y/n puts up her hands in mock surrender, “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just there aren’t only 5 stages to grief. To me, every second without them is a stage of grief itself. The stages just become more and more tolerable over time.”

“So like a billion shitty little stages?” Y/n laughs at Daisy’s interpretation, “Well, I guess you could put it like that.” Daisy smiles thinking over what Y/n said, “I like that idea” she playfully punches Y/n’s arm, “and I like you too Y/n. You were right, I did need the company.”

#daisy johnson #daisy johson x reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel imagine #agents of shield

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m00nchild-02 · 4 years ago

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Miss Mafia | jhs (m)

pairing: Hoseok x reader, Taehyung x reader (He's just a childhood friend, no love interest)

rating: 18+

word count: 15.5k sorry not sorry :)

genre: mafia au, strangers to lovers, secret agent, you are a mafia boss

summary: It's not easy to be the boss of one of the biggest mafias in South-Korea. And surely not as a woman. When a secret agent got discovered by one of your people and brought to you, you would've never dared to guess he would turn your world upside down in multiple ways.

warnings: praising, big d*ck Hoseok, oral (m receiving), hard sex, dom Hoseok, sub reader, v penetration, no protection (reader has an implant so she can't get pregnant. Make always sure you use protection guys!), also a bit of fluff at the end

music recommendations: - Lacrimosa - Mozart - Symphony no 9 - Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven - more songs on this playlist (youtube)

- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1yXNkU806Y7EZruvrbl4g9?si=76931ed2ebae4c2c (spotify)

a/n: Again back with a story! I'm sorry for any grammar errors. It is such a big one shot. I'll probably proof read it later so I'm again sorry for any grammar mistakes in this ff! Just ignore it please :')

I was originally thinking of making this a jungkook ff but I eventually ended up making it a J-Hope ff instead. I think he would do a great job as main character here ;) Give it a lot of support and

enjoy reading!

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Lacrimosa from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Such a pleasant song to listen to with a good glass of wine. You take a sip of the dark red liquid as you softly move your head to the music playing through your boxes. This is how you liked to spend your time alone. A good glass of wine in one hand and the remote of your boxes in your other hand putting on some of your favourite classical music. Like Lacrimosa from Mozart or Beethoven's 9th symphony. All great composers with excellent music. You smiled as you felt your body relax after the long stressful day you had today. Your placed your red tinted lips on the glass for another sip of your wine you would never get to taste.

"Miss!"

You let out a deep sigh as you turned around in your chair towards the front of your desk. One of the maids walked inside and bowing at you. You gave her an unpleasant look. "Didn't I told the staff clearly not to come into my study for the rest of the day?" You asked the woman in front of you who kept looking down, probably not daring to look you in the eyes right now. Everyone knew you could be a real furry when you got angry or irritated. You can ask the last butler you had, after dropping a glass of whine on you by accident. It costed him a finger because you accidentally dropped a knife on his hand.

You softened the volume of the music before speaking again. "Tell me what's going on. It better be good if you don't wanna lose your job." You said coldly, don't sparing her a glance as you emptied the bottle into your glass. "I-It's about the issue from last week mam." She said. A bit of fear could be heard in her voice.

"Go on" You said. "They caught him miss." She said. You looked at the girl in front of you and suddenly began to laugh. The girl looked up for the first time, confusion all written over her little face. You turned towards the painting of your father on the right wall of the study and smiled, raising your glass. "See dad? The company is in great hands. I told you I would get him." You turned back towards the girl, that smile/smirk still on your face.

"Tell them to bring him to la grande salle. I'll be there in a minute." You told her. The maid bowed and then left the room closing the door on her way out. " You chuckled as you licked your lips. "Turns out this day is gonna be better than I expected..." You said, turning up the volume of the boxes and taking another sip of your glass of wine.

A few minutes later and your men walked in dragging a guy with them. His hands and feet tied together, his clothes covered in bloodstains and his hair a complete mess. You leaned forward in you chair as they dropped the man right at your feed. You were currently in your grand salle, how you like to call it, where you handled business of all kinds. From having meetings, recruiting new members till having a talk with bastards like the guy in front of you right now.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here." You said, letting out a small laugh. "Jung Hoseok, isn't it? Secret agent at the National Intelligence Service. They say you're one of the best in your profession. Sad that reputation will end today." You said, leaning back in your chair, snapping your fingers as a sign for the maids to leave the room. Leaving only you, Hoseok and two of your bodyguards. You threw the papers that were in your hand onto the table next to you, the pages falling open on some pictures of Hoseok and his meetings with the NIS.

"I must admit Mister Jung, I'm quite impressed. You have been undercover in my companies for five years. My father always knew there was a spy between us but he never had the chance to catch you." You looked away, staring into the distance as you said your next sentence. "Caught a bullet right through the head. Very tragic." You looked back at the man in front of you. He was still looking down, not saying a word or sparing you a small glance. Was he even still alive? Anyways, you still went on with your little speech. "But times change. After my father's death I took over and look! It's been less than a year and I already caught you."

Suddenly Hoseok started to laugh. You looked at him confused as he slowly tilted his head so you could look at his face for the first time today. His cheeks and upper lip were bruised and a dried stream of blood could be seen under his nose. He looked you right in the eyes. "Took you long enough to figure out it was me." He said. "But congrats. I'm happy you can finally make daddy proud." He mocked, spitting some blood on the white marble floor. His words and actions made your head boil. How dare he speak so lowly about your father. The bodyguards stood read to walk over and beat the shit out of him but you raised your hand stopping them.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Listen here," You said, getting off of your chair, slowly walking around the men on the ground before making a halt behind him and squatting down. You pulled out a blade out of your pocket and held it against his neck as you pulled his head backwards. He let out a painful groan making you smirk. You leaned in closer towards his ear before saying the following words, "You can say anything you want Mister Jung but know the more shit comes out of your mouth the less pleasant your stay at my villa will be before I release your soul from your body, understood?" You said, your mouth dangerously close to his ear.

The man didn't seemed intimidated as he scoffed. "Bring it on Missy. Good luck with keeping me locked here." He said.

You stood back up, a bit overwhelmed by his bold words. You walked towards his front, wanting to see his face. "You got a big mouth for a guy who just has been beaten the hell out of." You said. "Maybe I should just kill you here right now. Makes it a lot easier for the both of us." You said as one of the bodyguards handed you a gun. You loaded it and pointed it towards his head.

He looked you right in the eye as you held the trigger ready to shoot. What surprised you the most was that he was smiling. Why was he smiling? This guy made you so confused. "Not the brag princess but-"

"Don't call me that!" You yelled at him with gritted teeth.

"Ok my lady." He said teasingly. "What I wanted to say is you can't kill me." He looked quite relaxed when he said that.

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? I can kill you wherever I want, whenever I want! Just watch me."

He shook his head. "Sorry to burst that bubble of yours but you can't. You see... I've been undercover for 5 whole years. I know a lot about your company and you." He said, smirking, never looking away from your eyes. "I have been in every building, every city and every warehouse of yours."

"And what's your point?" You asked, getting annoyed of his talking. "To make it short, I have placed bombs and dynamite all over the place. If you kill me you'll never get to know the password and won't be able to deactivate them. So say good bye to your drugs, weapons and men... my lady. Bye, bye money." He said before laughing again.

"And why should I believe you?" You asked. "Busan, the warehouse at Ilgon street, number 45 (a/n: I made the street name up. For people who are wondering.). Look under the floor in the janitor's closet." He said.

You heart raised and your breathing became more rapid as you looked at one of the guards. "Go check if it's true what he's saying." You told him. This couldn't be true. If that bomb was really there then he probably said the truth and there would be more. That would also mean the end of your little mafia life and your source of income. That could never happen, not in a million years. Your family has worked so had for all this and now you're finally almost at the top, yes almost, he would barge in and ruin everything. You couldn't let that happen.

You looked at the guard as he finished the call. "They just found two boxes full of dynamite in the basement under the janitor's closet." The guard confirmed what Hoseok just said. "They say there are timers placed on them. They can only be removed by password, cutting a wire would mean the end." He said.

You brought your hand to your mouth and started to bite at your nails as you paced back and forth. "How much time do we have?" You asked. "7 days, mam." The guard answered.

7 days... You had 7 days to figure out that damn password and get rid of these bombs. But would you really be able to dismantle them on time? "Get Taehyung and put him to work." You told the guard before he disappeared to go get your hacker to fix the job. "You," You said, pointing towards the other guard. Lock Mister Jung up in the basement and make sure he doesn't escape." You said. "You can just call me Hoseok my lady. No need for the formalities." He said, giving you a wink. "Oh, shut up you. You're in no position to talk right now."

He laughed. "Right now I'm in a much better position than you would think love." The man came over to Hoseok and picked him up brutally from the ground. "Good luck with finding the password!" He said, before the doors closed, leaving you all alone in the room. You hoped Taehyung would be able to find it because you weren't in the mood of talking to that asshole again.

"Have you already found something?"

It had been 3 days since your encounter with Hoseok and him telling you about the bombs. 3 days of your hacker Taehyung trying to find a possible password to deactivate them. "I'm sorry y/n. Still nothing." Taehyung was one of the few people that could call you by your real name. You practically grew up with the boy so of course you got some kind of bound with each other.

Taehyung was typing all sorts of things on his computer while something was loading. "Whoever placed these bombs knows damn well how to use them. I can't crack into the system, nor can I track them or dismantle them without the password." He said. "Who did your father mess with?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "The secret agents agency of South-Korea." You said softly while biting on your nails again. It was a bad habit you did whenever you got stress.

Taehyung pulled at your hand so you couldn't bite on them anymore. "You should really learn how to stop doing that." He told you, looking at you for the first time after you entered the room.

You sighed. Taehyung was not successful in finding the password, the troops you sent hadn't found a single bomb yet except for the one Hoseok told you about and tracing was also out of the question. You were really losing hope. "Just keep looking." You told Taehyung before leaving him behind in his little room.

You were getting tired of all of this and decided to distract your mind a bit. And what is better then visiting your favourite casino when you are bored and stressed? So you went to your room and dressed up for a night out.

Little did you knew a surprise was waiting for you the other day...

"Mam! Mam!"

The door of your bedroom opened, a maid running inside out of breath as she stood at your bed, bowing first before waiting for your permission for her to speak again.

You groaned as you heard the woman storming in your room. Your head pounding because of the amount you drank the evening before at the casino. You slowly opened your eyes, hand on your head, holding it because of the pain. You gave the woman an angry look. "Speak" You snapped at her.

"M-Mam, T-The prisoner! He- He-"

"He what?!" You yelled, tired of the stuttering and hesitation in her speech.

She swallowed before talking again. "He escaped..." She said softly but clear enough for you to hear.

"WHAT??!!"

You made your way down the halls of your mansion while you wrapped your bathrobe around your body. While you made your way downstairs a few of your men were running upstairs but halted once they saw you. They stared at you with wide eyes while you stood there furious looking down on them. "I'll ask you once..." You said as you slowly walked down until you were face to face with the head of the guards. "What happened?"

"We were guarding him like you asked and suddenly someone of the kitchen came to bring us food. They said it was a treat for our hard work. After we ate it... We blacked out. When we woke up again the door was open and he was gone." The man said, looking down.

You clenched your teeth and slapped him right in the face. "YOU IDIOTS! How could you let him escape! I asked one thing of you and you couldn't even do that!!" You yelled at all of them. They all looked down like puppies that were being scolded at. "You're all useless!" You said as you made your way further down the stairs. They all bowed at you one by one as you made your way down.

You took a few corners before ending up in front of Taehyung's bedroom. You knocked, not waiting for an answer, and walked in. "Taehyung I need you to check the CCTV footage of last night. That fucking agent escaped." You said pacing around in Taehyung's room while the boy sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "How late is it?" He asked groggily as he looked at you with puffed cheeks, bad hair and small eyes. "It's 8 am." You told him.

He sighed. "Give me a few minutes to wake up and then I'll go check ok?" You nodded. "Ok, I'll give you 15 min. Not more." You said and you walked out.

Like promised, in 15 minutes Taehyung was already sitting behind his desk returning back to the footage of yesterday evening. You saw the images of you walking out of the house, ready to go to the casino. "You can skip past that." You told him. He skipped a bit forward until you told him to stop. "Stop! right there." You said pointing at the screen. A man with a hood and a mask on walked in the shadows towards the back of the house. Taehyung checked one of the camera's at the back and you saw the men slipping in through the back door where the kitchen is. "He must be the one who drugged the food of the guards."

"They were drugged?" He asked and you nodded. "These morons thought they got food because of their hard work." You answered him. "Now go to the footage of the basement." Taehyung did as you said and showed the images of the sleeping men and the hooded man breaking the chain, letting Hoseok out. "He must have informed someone somehow where he was." Taehyung said.

You sighed. "I need that password. I can't dismantle these bombs without him. I don't like to admit it but... I need him. I need Hoseok." Taehyung turned towards you in his seat. So what are you going to do now?

You thought for a second. Indeed, what were you going to do? You knew everyone would fall for Hoseok's tricks all over again. Except for you. You would never fall for his charms, right? "I'll go after him." You then suddenly decided. Taehyung looked at you in shock. "Are you sure?" He asked. "You got men to do the dirty work for you." He stated.

You nodded. "I know but I can't trust them anymore. Those idiots already let him escape once, I can't let them do it a second time." You told him. "Check the CCTV's of the streets and every nearby city. I need to know where he is."

"Sure will." Taehyung said before going to work again.

While Taehyung worked on tracing Hoseok's location you went towards the dining room to grab some breakfast. Because of all this drama this morning you haven't even had the time to get some food into your system. Your stomach was already growling as you sat down at the filled table, set for two. Two? You may ask. Yes two. Today was the day your second hand would come back from his yearly vacation. He was one of the most trusted men into your house.

His name was Marcus and besides being your second hand he was also your dad's best friend. He has always been by his side and helped him in any way possible. After he died Marcus swore loyal to you and said he would do anything in his might to protect you. So the least you could do for him was to treat him as one of your own show him your gratitude.

While you were peacefully enjoying your meal the doors suddenly opened, revealing a man in suit. You smiled at the man immediately recognising him. "Marcus! Welcome back." You welcomed the man as he walked over towards you. He bowed at you before sitting down at the table where you were already seated. "It feels good to be back mam." He said, smiling before taking a look at the breakfast in front of him. "Well this is sure a great come back." He told you Smith amused eyes. "Please, enjoy yourself." You said. "Take whatever you want." You told him. "I'll sure will." He answered before digging in.

"So how was your trip?" You asked him. "Pretty good. Got some time to relax." He said. "How were things going here while I was gone?" He asked you.

You sighed. "It has been an entire rollercoaster. Oh Marcus," You said dramatically. "How happy I am you're back. I have so much to tell you." After you told him everything Marcus looked at you in shock. "You finally caught him?!" He asked surprised and you nodded. "Kind of, but he escaped yesterday evening while I was gone. These idiots can't do anything right around here anymore..."

"Only if I had been here to stop all this, huh?" He said teasingly and you nodded. "You know you're the best." You told him.

You ate and talked for a good hour before Marcus decided to go see his colleges and try to lessen the damage that had already been caused by Hoseok's escape. You really hoped he could do something about all this.

That evening you also went to go see Taehyung again to check on the situation. "You already found his whereabouts?" You asked the man in front of you. He turned his chair around and smiled at you. "Even better." He said licking his lips and clicking on one single button on his keyboard a whole screen popping up full of information. "I know which city he is in, which district and even in which building!" He told you, all proud of himself.

You walked over and stared at the screen with big eyes. "Really?! You are the best Tae!" You said, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. The man laughed. "Alright, alright! You're welcome Y/n-ie" He said as you let go again.

"God, I could kiss you right now! You bring me so good news right now!" You yelled at him and he laughed. "You're welcome and about the kiss... no thanks." He said, showing off his boxy smile afterwards. "Go find me a plain ticket for the first flight tomorrow and tell Marcus he has the leadership until I'm back. This girl is going to Busan for some business..."

"Yes mam!"

And so the next day you flew all from Seoul to Busan. You took a taxi from the airport to your hotel while checking the info about Hoseok's whereabouts on your tablet. You mailed Taehyung, telling him you had a safe flight and to thank him again for his good work. He would definitely get a raise once you got back. You smiled as you closed your tablet and looked outside as you drove past the chore. "How long until we reach the hotel sir?" You asked the driver. "We're almost there miss! Just a few more minutes." He said. "Good" You answered, opening your window a bit and closing your eyes, enjoying the fresh sea air filling the car.

After a few more minutes you finally arrived at your destination. A five star hotel Taehyung booked for you. You got out of the taxi, payed the driver and walked inside the building as some staff took your bags out of the cab. You walked towards the counter and asked for your room. Of course it was the penthouse. You knew you could trust Taehyung. He always knew what you wanted. Once you got the key you went towards the elevator and went upstairs. You already felt completely drained from the trip towards where you were now.

As you arrived you walked towards the end off the hall and opened the door with your key card. A big smile as you entered the room. "Finally some rest." You said as you stretched your neck and walked towards the bed. But as soon as you walked through the door two men grabbed you by the arms. You tried to scream and break free from their grasp but it was no use. One of them held a cloth against your mouth and nose with some chloroform on it making you stop struggling after a while and falling into a deep slumber.

While you were unconscious the men dragged you outside the room, making sure no one saw you. They took you inside the elevator where someone was already waiting for your arrival. It was the lady from the counter that gave you your room earlier. "Let's move fast. Once you get out of the elevator go immediately towards the right. Go through the last door and that should lead you towards the back of the hotel. The van is waiting there." She said. Once they got you in the van they drove off to who knows where.

A few hours later you woke up with an incredible headache, as a side effect of the chloroform. You groaned as you opened your eyes, white light shining all around you. Once your eyes got adjusted to the light that came from big windows all around you you could also make out some silhouettes. "Our little princess is finally awake." You heard a voice. The voice sounded awfully familiar. But you couldn't put a name on it just yet.

You tried to move your hands but quickly figured out they were bounded behind your back. Same went for your legs. Tied against the legs of a chair. You looked back in front of you and the silhouette stood up from his place and walked closer until it was close enough. It squatted down in front of you and now you were able to identify the person clearly. "Hoseok..?" You said with unbelief.

He smirked at you. "Good morning princess." He said smiling. "Hope you slept well." Then you noticed the pain in your neck, shoulders and lower back. How long had you been tied to this chair for? You asked yourself. "You've been out for a pretty long time." Hoseok answered before you could even ask. "I hope my men weren't too rough on you." He said letting out a chuckle and standing back up to walk back towards his chair. He picked up an envelope from next to him and gave it to the man on his left. "Here, split it between you and the other guy. You did a great job." He told the man before he left the room, leaving only you and Hoseok.

"W-Where am I?" You asked. Your voice still a bit husk. "Is this xxx street? Your hide out here in Busan after you escaped?" You asked making Hoseok only laugh.

"Oh you wish sweetheart. Busan was just a distraction to get that tech guy of yours and your men off of my tail. We're in Ulsan right now." He told you. "I must admit... Your men are good at finding me but remember, I'm always a step ahead." He said. You looked at him and scoffed. "Asshole..." You muttered under your breath. "I heard that." Hoseok answered.

"Good, glad you know." You told him. He sighed and shoved his chair a bit closer before leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs. "Tss, even bounded to a chair you still are a furry." He said. "Do you know why I brought you here Miss y/n?" You stayed quiet, clenching your teeth. "I brought you here because I got a proposition for you."

You scoffed. "And what may that be? You're gonna turn yourself in to me and let me torture you?" You asked nonchalantly.

He shook his head and hissed. "Aish, such a beautiful face but such a dirty mouth." He said, leaning back again. "You know the Choi clan right?" He asked. You scoffed. "Of course I know the Choi clan. Who doesn't? They're the biggest mafia out here in South-Korea. My father's mafia's greatest enemy."

Hoseok nodded. "Indeed. We've been already trying for years to stop them but without success."

"And what does all this got to do with me?" You asked him, not impressed by his little talk about the Choi's.

"I need your help." He said, a serious gaze on his face. "I need you to tell us everything you know about the Choi clan and help us arrest them. There is no better view over a mafia as the view of a mafia boss itself." You looked aside, out of the window. Now only noticing you were at a house right next to some low cliffs ending at the sea. You laughed. "And what's in that for me? I can help you but you're probably gonna arrest me afterwards anyways. So why should I bother?" You looked back at him.

He nodded, following your path of thinking. "I knew you would say that. Here's the deal. You help us destroy the Choi clan and I guarantee you won't go to prison. It's that simple." He said, standing up and walking around your chair. You wanted to say something but Hoseok was first. "And I know you're gonna refuse but think for a second... You have no where to run y/n." He stood now right behind you. He leaned in closer towards your right ear. "I got bombs all over your places." Then he switched to your left ear. "And I got you, tied to chair here right now. So either you're going to help or I turn you in right now and then you can say bye bye to your little mafia life." He said.

You scoffed. You wanted to protest but you knew he was right. He had you completely in the palm of his hand. There was no escape from him. "I give you three days starting today to decide whether you're in our out. In that time," He said, cutting the rope that was holding your hands together. "You are free to stand and walk wherever you want but," He said, turing towards your front and also cutting through the ropes at your feet. "You don't go off this domain. You'll stay at the house or at least in its presence. I have guards all over this place so don't you dare escape. Cuz things won't end well if you do" He spoke lowly, standing up while you pulled your hands to your chest, rubbing your sour wrists. The skin a deep red colour from where the rope had been a while ago.

You watched as he walked towards the door at the back of the room. "I'll stay here too. Come see me whenever you made your decision. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He turned his head towards you one last time, giving you a big grin before turning back around and walking out of the room leaving you all alone.

Already one day and one night had past and you still hadn't made your decision. You know going in on Hoseok's decision was your only option so far but you couldn't stop thinking if there maybe was another way. If your men maybe could get you out of here without Hoseok's deal involving. Should you go accept Hoseok's deal? Maybe. Where you stubborn? ... Hell yes. You don't like to lose and give in to others. So this time you also didn't want to just give into him. You couldn't. You were the boss of a big mafia! You shouldn't bow for just anyone.

That day you didn't talk to Hoseok at all. You did see each other sometimes and ate meals together but that would always be in complete silence. You expected Hoseok to annoy you but surprisingly he didn't. After lunch Hoseok left the house for the first time since you were here leaving you all alone. (The bodyguards are still there so dw, you can't escape that easy ;)).

That night when Hoseok came back he was so frustrated. You could see it at his behaviour as you were both eating dinner together at a rather late hour, you must admit. "What's wrong?" You asked. If you had to stay here for a few days you could at least make it a bit less awkward between the two of you.

Hoseok looked up at you. Surprised that you actually started a conversation with him after ignoring his existence in this house for at least 24 hours. "So you haven't lost your voice yet? That's a relief." He joked.

You sighed. "I'm serious Hoseok. What's wrong?" You tried again, trying to be as friendly as possible es hard as it was. He looked at you confused as for why you would care for him. "It's nothing you should concern about." He stated before starting to eat again.

You sighed. "Look, I know we're enemies and We both know we can't stand each other for one bit but... If I need to stay here for the few days ahead I want to make it at least a bit more comfortable for both of us. So..." You swallowed your proud and stubbornness as you said the following lines. "So, if something is wrong then please don't hesitate to come talk to me. I'm here for you ok?" You cringed at stating your own words but this was something you needed to do. Not only to make it more comfortable but also to earn Hoseok's trust. Maybe it could come in handy later on. You never know.

Hoseok nodded at your request. "I will princess." You wanted to snap at him giving you that nickname again but you quickly figured out you better shouldn't. Hoseok knew you were holding yourself in for not going all furry on him and he loved it. He loved making you all worked up and angry. Besides that fact that you were a dangerous mafia boss you were also a very pretty woman. No denying that. And seeing you all worked up and going all furry on him made him feel some kind of things.

"I'm a bit tired." Hoseok stated after a while. "I'll go get some sleep. You should do the same." He said, shoving his chair backwards and getting up from his seat. "And don't forget to think about my proposition Y/n. It's a very good and reasonable deal if you think about it throughly. I hope you can state me your decision tomorrow. But for now, goodnight." He said and then left towards his room.

After you were done eating you also left towards your room to get some good night rest. You sat onto your bed after putting on some sleep wear. You sighed as you thought about your situation. You really felt stuck. You couldn't contact anyone since you didn't have your phone. Hoseok must have hidden it when you were unconscious. your men also haven't been looking for you yet either... Did they even knew in what kind of situation you were right now? Did Tae knew? Would he be worried right now since you haven't texted him yet in these 2 days you've already gone missing?

You let out a deep sigh as questions kept filling your mind. It made you crazy! But suddenly all worries were blown away, out of your mind, as you felt two arms wrap around your frame from behind and two lips placing a delicate kiss onto your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. You quickly looked at your side only to lock eyes with someone you didn't expect.

Hoseok.

He softly smiled at you. "Hey princess." He said, smiling softly. "W-What are you doing here?!" You asked while getting out of the man's grip and standing up from the bed. Why was he here? Why did he touched you like that? Why did he acted so... sweet?

Hoseok tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down, smirking and biting his lip. "Couldn't sleep." He said.

You looked confused at him. He couldn't sleep? So why did he came here then? Out of all places why here? In your room? "So?" You said.

He let out a small chuckle and stood up from the bed, making slow steps forwards, closer to you, making you taking steps backwards until your body hit the wall. No where to run now.

Hoseok placed his hands at both sides of your head, against the wall. "Listen up my lady, I can't sleep and it seems like you can't sleep either, so what do you say about having some fun together hm?" He asked, his eyes scanning your face for some kind of reaction before resting on your perfect shaped lips. God, it drove him wild. Those delicious luscious lips...

You looked at him in shock. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking?! Was he referring to sex? "You tried to slap him in the face but he caught your hand on time and pinned it against the wall making you gasp. You must admit it was kinda hot, seeing his fast reflexes.

He pushed closer against you, one of his legs pushed between yours, his knee against your princess parts, his chest pressed against yours. You swallowed as you looked into his deep brown eyes. You could see they were filled with lust. Completely the opposite of how you both would look at each other a day ago.

God, it made you feel things... That lust filled gaze of him. And his knee, pressed against your core didn't made it any easier. "What will it be love? I don't have all night. I know we're supposed to be enemies but I remember a certain person saying we should get more comfortable around each other and that I was always welcome. Do you still remember that princess?" He asked you and you nodded. You didn't knew what was wrong with you but Hoseok's sudden dominant behaviour got the best of you.

He leaned even more closer towards you, your noses brushing against each other, his lips so close to yours and yet they didn't touch. "What do you want princess? Tell me..." He said, and with those final last words you lost it.

"You" You answered him almost immediately. Without hesitation Hoseok started to kiss you and you surrendered completely to him. You kissed him back and Hoseok let go of your hand that was still pinned against the wall. Your arms fell onto his shoulders. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss some more, your fingers playing with the locks at the back of his hair. Hoseok bite and sucked at your bottom lip until you finally opened your mouth allowing him inside. Hoseok slipped his tongue inside and started to play with yours. You both moaned into the kiss as it got really steamy and messy. "Fuck Y/n- I didn't knew you could kiss that well." Hoseok stated, breathing heavily between kisses. You smirked. "Had lots of practise in the past i guess." You answered before he guided your leg around his hips, his mouth smashing against yours again in a hot kiss. He slapped your thigh two times, asking you to jump which you gladly did. You wrapped both of your legs around Hoseok's waist, not breaking the kiss as he takes you with him towards the bed.

When he hit the bed frame with his feet he slowly sat down, making you sit on top of his lap. You grinned against him, never breaking the kiss. Soft moans and groans coming out of both of your mouths. Hoseok let go of your lips only to wrap them around your jaw and throat. You moaned, grinding harder against him as he found your sweet spot. "Fuck Hobi-" Without you realising a cute nickname slipped out for the man under you. Hoseok stopped kissing for a while looking up at you. "What- What did you just say?" He asked, already half out of breath from your make-out session.

You blushed as you bite your lip, looking away in embarrassment. Hoseok took a hold of your chin and made you look at him again. "Hey, Look at me while I'm talking. Now answer me princess." He said. "What did you just call me." It sounded more like an order now then a question.

"H-Hobi..." You said quietly. It was quiet for a second. Hoseok just stared at you as he took in your words. Then he suddenly grinned, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Cute..." You could hear him whisper under his breath before he pecked your lips. Then he went down again, kissing and napping at your sweet spot. You were sure it was going to leave a bruise later on but right now you didn't mind. Your brain was a haze, your body felt hot and you were so wet down there.

His hands kept roaming your body. From caressing your back to gripping your hips, to grind you more and harder against him, grouping your ass and so on. His hands found their way under you shirt and he pushed it up to get it off of you. You helped him getting it off making him stare at your red laced bra afterwards holding onto your breasts.

He grouped them into his hands, squeezing them softly while you just watched. You knew you shouldn't love all this right now and you knew you surely shouldn't do it with him but you couldn't resist it. And besides, it had been so long since you've had dick. And from what you could feel in his pants right now he got one on the larger size.

You bite your lip as you looked at him getting one breast out of your bra, his thumb caressing over the little but making you whimper. He looked at you, giving you a lazy smirk before he attached his mouth to your breast. He let his tongue roll over your nipple, now and then sucking on it, making them go even harder. His other hand still working on your other breast before he switched sides. Now your left nipple in his mouth and his fingers playing and pinching the other one. While he was busy sucking your tits he unbuckled your bra, making it fall onto your lap. You slept your arms out of the straps and threw it aside.

When you turned your head back towards him his lips met yours again in a quick but deep kiss. "Now love... It has been so long since I've had a woman so close to me. So what would you say of making me feel your mouth, huh? Would you do that for me princess?" He said, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip before slipping onto your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and started to suck on his finger. It may look strange but it kinda comforted you, making you feel smaller and wanting to submit more to him. Letting him take full control.

You nodded as an answer and smiled, getting his thumb out of your mouth. "Now," he said. "Get on your knees love."

He pulled down his pants and boxers as you sat down on the floor, his dick springing free standing tall and red. He was so ready for you. You licked your lips before kissing his length. Starting at the bottom and making your way towards his already leaking top. When you got at the top you started to take him inside of you, making him groan as you suck on his tip, your tongue rolling over the little slit. "Fuck-, that feels so good princess. Keep going." He said, closing his eyes and putting his hand behind him leaning on his strong arms as he felt his body melt under your touch. After teasing the tip for a while you tried to slowly bob your head up and down, every time when you're going down taking an inch more into your mouth until you couldn't anymore. The part that didn't fit into your mouth you stimulated with your hand, moving it up and down in a steady motion with your head.

Hoseok grasped onto your hair out of pleasure, pulling it softly and getting it out of your face. He wanted to see your face while you pleasured him so well. You were such a good girl for him. So good... He never expected for you to go in on his proposal of having a one night stand for tonight but he loved how turned on you got from him and how submissive you got after you acted like such a brat earlier. He liked to get you worked up and make you go all furry to him but having you now submit to him did something to him. He had been watching you for already so long and now he had you for him alone he couldn't drop the chance and just rushed to your room.

Hoseok felt himself getting close as you went bit faster, your droll already rolling over his dick and towards his balls, your eyes getting teary but you didn't cry. "I'm close baby." He told you. "I'ma cum in your warm little mouth and you're gonna swallow it all. You're my good girl after all, isn't it?" He asked and you nodded.

You loved to be a brat but for some reason hearing Hoseok call you a good girl made you want to please him in all kind of ways. You wanted to be his good girl and his only. You loved his small praises, the cute nicknames he gave you and that irresistible smirk of him whenever you did something he loved or when he had a little plan up in that head of his. In other words he made you go crazy for him.

A few more thrusts and he finally came, tinting the walls of your mouth white. And just like he asked you, you swallowed it all, showing him afterwards. "Good girl. Did so well princess." He praised you again and you smiled up at him as he held your chin, pulling you back up.

He sat you back on his lap and kissed your lips, tasting himself before flipping you over onto your back, on top of the soft mattress. You gasp as he does so.

He grins and hovers over you, ghosting his lips over yours for a while making you hungry for more until he finally kissed you again. He kissed over your jaw and behind your ear. "Princess, I want you to turn around for me." He whispered before biting your ear playfully and getting up so you could turn around for him. You did as he said and turned around now laying on your stomach. He slowly looked you up and down, his hand gliding over your half naked body until he stops at your ass. He helps you out of your pants and panties, throwing them aside. After that he also gets off his remaining clothes before hovering over you again, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his hard dick poking your asscheeks. You had been so wet this whole time. Your pussy was craving for some attention.

Hoseok chuckled deeply as he felt you grind against him. "Such a slut for me princess. Your body is just begging me to get touched." He said making you whimper a second time.

But luckily you didn't have to wait long or his full length was already inside you. You moaned as he filled you up so well. "Fuck-" Hoseok breathed out. Because you were already so wet for him he slipped right in and he didn't expected that. But it wasn't like you were to loose. You still felt so tight. It was like your little cunt was just made for him.

He pulled it out before pushing it back in, making you both moan simultaneously this time. You both felt so good. No words to describe it.

When Hoseok started to move for real this time he didn't hold back. He didn't really wait for you to adjust to him (not that you needed to) and started to thrust at an already rapid pace. Moans and groans filled the room as Hoseok was ramming into your pussy like crazy. Right now you felt like you were on cloud nine and on Hoseok's side it was just the same. You both had no thoughts at that moment, the only thing on your minds is how good the other's body felt against your own.

After a short while you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. Meaning you were close. Hoseok could feel it at how tight your pussy became. Sometimes pulsating, driving him crazy. "I-I'm c-close-" You said to him between moans and heavy breaths.

As you told him that he suddenly seemed to stop making your groan and whimper. "Hoseooookkkk-" You were whining, not liking his warm flesh leaving you wet and aching hole. But before anything else he flipped you around and pushed back in. You moaned.

"Want to see your face." He said. "Wanna see how good I make you feel." He stated before slowly starting to trust again, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every detail, every new expression that took place on that oh so beautiful face. He speed up a bit, seeing your expression change again and hearing your moans getting louder. Like before you ached around him, getting tighter and tighter as that wave of pleasure came back, bringing you close to pure ecstasy. "Cum for me sweetheart." Hoseok said as he felt himself getting close as well.

As like his words were the magic spell your body was waiting to hear you both came undone, Hoseok's mouth devouring yours again, muffling your moans as you came. You both stayed in that position for a while, your lips still attached against each other as Hoseok spilled his load inside of you until his dick softened down again and slipped out. You whimpered at the loss.

Hoseok gave you a last peck on the lips before getting off of you and laying on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. "That... Was amazing." He said out of breath. You laughed and nodded. "That was indeed." You answered him. "It has been so long since I had such good sex." You admitted. "Me too, princess. Me too..."

"You're on the pill, right?" Hoseok suddenly asked, turning his head towards you. "Why you asking?" "Well, we didn't use a condom. I hope you don't mind." Hoseok said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. How was this the man the one that ever took control over you a while ago?

"I don't take the pill but I got a spiral implanted. So no need to worry about getting me pregnant." You told him. He nodded and then stared back at the ceiling. He suddenly laughed. "What?" You asked turning towards him. He shook his head. "Was just thinking of something.." "Tell me." He played on his side and looked at you. "You know what they say about keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked, a playful smile on his face. "Well I think this way we're definitely keeping our enemies closer." He winked at you and you scoffed, a little smile creeping through.

And that's how you both ended up talked a bit that night until you felt your body getting tired and just fell asleep.

Opening your eyes the next morning it seems you were the first one awake. You tossed around and laid on your other side facing the still fast asleep man next to you. You smiled as he looked so soft while sleeping. So... harmless. You smiled as you looked at him, admiring his cute, puffy face he made while sleeping. How could anyone want to hurt this man?

You shook your head. Did- Did I just think that?! You asked yourself. Get him out of your head Y/n! He's supposed to be your enemy! You told yourself. But yesterday night was just so... You bite your lip as you thought back about yesterday night. Maybe... Just maybe you could trust this man for once. Maybe it was ok to let go for just a little while.

You thought back about his proposition. You didn't knew if yesterday night was one of his plans to get you to follow him into his idea or not but this morning you finally made your decision. You were gonna take Hoseok's offer. It's not like you had any other plans, right?

Before you knew it the men next to you woke up and when he saw you were awake he smiled, closing his eyes and yawning, stretching his muscular arms. "Morning.." He said softly in his deep morning voice. God, you were such a simp for that voice from now on. "Morning." You answered him. You got a bit shocked as the boy leaned in and softly pecked your lips.

Hoseok looked at your shocked face and let out a small giggle before turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling taking a deep breath. "Last night was... amazing." He said. You nodded but of course he couldn't see it so you answered him afterwards. "Yeah.." You said softly. "Hoseok?" You asked and he turned his face sideways so he could see you, a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Please call me Hobi." He said. You blushed as you remembered you accidentally calling him that last night.

You gave him a small awkward smile and a soft nod. "H-Hobi?" You tried again. "What is it angel?" He asked. Angel... Well that was a new nickname to add to the list. He hadn't called you angel before. You kinda liked it... Stop it! Stop thinking about it Y/n! You internally sighed. Why did he made you feel like this??

"Y/n?" Hoseok called out your name as he saw you were caught in thoughts all of a sudden. "Huh?" You said as you heard his voice. "Oh.." You looked at him and bite your lip before deciding to be bold and sit a bit up. One hand holding you up and one softly wrapped around Hoseok's naked chest under the blanket. You softly let your fingers glide over the warm skin. "I just wanna say... I'm in." You told him, not really wanna admit it but your heart said it was the only right thing to do and your brain said it was the only option to do.

Hoseok looked at you a bit confused before understanding it. "You're for real?" He asked shocked and you nodded. "I will help you catch the Choi's. I already kinda know how too I think..." You said. You looked up at him and Hoseok was smiling at you. He softly started to pet your head. "You made the right decision. I'm glad you decided to cooperate." You don't know why but hearing Hoseok saying you did well made you feel all giddily and good around him. And on top of that the pats he was giving you... You felt like you were in heaven. You may look and sometimes act like a real bitch, well- actually most of the time-, but somewhere inside there you were just a soft girl.

Hoseok let out a deep breath getting you both out of your silent trance you both seemed to be in. "We should go get some clothes on and then we can discuss further details." He said and you nodded, unwrapping your arm from around him and laying back down so he could get up.

Once you both showered and were fully dressed again you sat together at the table to discuss your plan. "So, you said you had something in mind right?" Hoseok asked and you nodded. "Tell me."

"Well," You started off. "You probably already know Mr Choi has two daughters" Hoseok nodded. "but did you knew he also had a son?" You asked and Hoseok looked at you confused. "We've been through those files multiple times. He had a son. He died 10 years ago." Hoseok said, grabbing the file and showing you.

You smirked and shook your head. "That's the part he made you guys see. The rumour goes that he's still alive." You said and Hoseok looked at you in shock. "How is that possible?"

You grinned. "I don't know either but apparently he is. About this... there is good and bad news. What you wanna hear first?" You asked Hoseok. "Good first." He answered.

"Very well then. The good news is, they guy should be in Korea. Multiple people keep saying he's still here and have seen him. It has also been confirmed with pictures. Now the bad news... We have no idea how he looks like. We have witnesses but no descriptions or clear pics of his face."

"So he could be anyone..." Hoseok said and you nodded. "Exactly." "And what has this son to do with getting the Choi's?" Hoseok suddenly asked.

"Well, get the son and you get to the father! People say they still see each other once a year. You said you couldn't get your hands onto Mr Choi? Well he's your chance." You said.

Hoseok seemed lost in thoughts as he looked at the documents in front of him. "But how are we going to find him?" He asked. "There live thousands of people here in Korea." He stated.

You smirked. "I got the perfect solution for that."

A few hours of convincing Hoseok and taking a plain back to Seoul and you were standing again at your own house. More specifically, Taehyung's workspace. "So you are sure this guy can find Choi's son?" Hoseok asked you for the already umpteenth time. You sighed. "For the last time Hope, Taehyung is the best. This guy here gets everything done." You said earning a grin from Taehyung himself who was seated at his usual place, behind his computers. "Well, thanks for the compliment Y/n." He said. "And Hoseok, don't worry. I'll find this guy. It's not because you failed that I will." He gave Hoseok a quick wink making him scoff.

How does he even has the audacity. Hoseok thought. "Good luck man." Hoseok said before walking out of the room with you, leaving Taehyung alone to do his job.

"So what do we do in the meanwhile?" Hoseok asked you. "We just relax a bit. There's not much we can do anyways." You told him. And before you knew it you had let him to your bedroom. (Not for what you think you pervs out there.😏 It's not always about sex.)

You sat down on your bed as Hoseok admired your room, standing still at some pictures. "Is that you?" He asked, holding up one in particular. You smiled and nodded, thinking back about old good memories. "That's me and my mom." You said as you thought back about her. Her soft hands, her warm smile. You missed her a lot. "What happened to her?" Hoseok asked; like he could read you expression. "Cancer..." You answered. "Dad was so broken after she died." You looked up from the picture at Hoseok again, giving him a sad smile. "It's not because we are feared mafia's that we don't know what true love is. What mom and dad had... Was something special. They really loved each other." You said.

Hoseok put the picture back down and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and holding your fragile frame. "I wish she was still here. She was a wonderful woman." You said as Hoseok softly caressed your head. "She told me I should always follow my heart."

Hoseok pulled back from the embrace and gave you a small reassuring smile. You don't know why but your body seemed to react on it and you started to smile back at him. You didn't knew how you became from being enemies only a few days ago to feeling so close to him now but it felt good and you kinda didn't want to let go of that feeling.

Hoseok put a strand of hair behind your face before speaking. "Y/n, what would you think of getting out of this... mafia live of yours? Just start a new life, a better one. Maybe even go start a family." He said.

You laughed ad shook your head. "I can't do that... I maybe had a choice as a kid but after my father died and I took over... I can't just leave like that. And besides... Some people here are like family to me. I can't just leave them." You told him.

"What if you could?"

Before you could answer him, the door to your bedroom opened. "Boss! I didn't knew you were already back and oh- You found him?! Do I need to get the guards?" Marcus asked after storming in.

You smiled and turned towards Marcus. "No need Marcus. It's alright. I made a deal with Mr Jung here so from now on he won't be our prisoner anymore. He will be our guest. And besides, I already told you to just call me by your name. You're not just anyone Marcus. You were my father's friend. So please be comfortable and just see me as a friend too." You said, earning a smile back from him. "Sure Y/n. Do you guys need anything?" He asked and you shook your head. "Not really but thank you Marcus. I'll see you later downstairs." You told him and with that he left your room again.

"Marcus?" Hoseok asked and you turned back to him. You nodded. "My father saved him a few years ago when I was still a kid. Since then he had been my father's most trusted man and also his friend. After he died he swore to protect his family no matter what. So that's how he became my wing man now." You told him and Hoseok nodded. "I see.."

You sighed and stood up. "Well... I should go downstairs now. Marcus is probably waiting for me. You can stay here until I come back our just room around a bit in the house. Whatever you like." You told him and he nodded. "see you later Hobi!" You said with a smile as you walked towards the door. Hoseok smiled back, even happier as he heard you used the little nickname again. "See you later." He said before you finally walked out of the door.

"Ok... explain to me Y/n why that guy is just randomly relaxing in your room?" Marcus asked you once you were both sitting downstairs on the sofa. "Well Marcus, Like I told you, I made a deal with Mr. Jung." "Are you crazy?!" Marcus yelled. "That's like making a deal with the devil!"

"Calm down!" You yelled back at him, making him shut his mouth and sit back down. "Now let me explain." You d-said, fixing your hair. "When I was in Busan I bumped into Hoseok like planned. We... had a little encounter afterwards." You said, thinking back about how he kidnapped you but afterwards how he could pleasure you so well. You swallowed, stopping your thoughts and licking your dry lips. "Then Hoseok came with a proposition. His agency is after the Choi's. Even more then after us. He promised if we helped he would leave us alone afterwards." You explained to the man in front of you.

"And what makes you think he's speaking the truth?" Marcus asked you. You stared into the distance, a small smile forming onto your mouth. "I believe Hobi." You said.

Marcus looked at you with questionable eyes. "H-hobi?" He asked. You swallowed, eyes in shock. Did you just said that out loud?! You looked at Marcus. "I-" How were you going to explain this? "What happened back in Busan?" Marcus asked. "Nothing just-... I was tired of him giving me those little nicknames so I gave him one to annoy him too! Yeah! That's it." You said, a nervous giggle afterwards. You hoped he didn't suspected anything.

Marcus nodded. "Alright then.." He said, dropping the topic. "And besides, Imagine. For so long the Choi's have been at the top of Korea's mafia. Once they're down we're the new number one. We'll finally stand at the top Marcus! How wonderful is that!" You told him enthusiastic. Marcus nodded. "That's... Indeed great!" You frowned your eyebrows. You expected Marcus to be the most enthusiastic out of the two of you. "Is everything alright?" You asked him.

He cleared his throat. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I was just worried about you. What if something happens to you. I still can't trust that Hoseok guy." He said. You gave him a soft smile, placing your hand on top of his. "Don't worry Marcus. I got this." And with that you stood up and walked out. "By the way Marcus," You said, turning around one last time. "Can you go check how Taehyung's work is going and give me an update on it? It's quite important and I only trust you with it." You told him. He nodded. "Of course. I'll go check right away boss!"

When you came back to your room you were surprised that Hoseok was still there. It was like he never left. "I thought you would've already went off to go explore the place." You said as you walked in. Hoseok looked up at you. "Neah, not really. I rather stay here. It's quiet here." He said, laying back onto the bed.

You went to sit at the edge of the bed and looked outside the big window in your room. Suddenly you felt Hoseok's hand grabbing yours and to Hoseok's surprise you laced your fingers with his. He smiled, looking at your face as it looked beautiful to him with the current lighting coming from your windows. You hair already got a bit messy from walking around all over the place all day. You may have been a target for him at first but right now, the only thing he could think about calling you was his angel. That's how you looked in Hoseok's eyes like an angel still trapped into the claws of the devil... The mafia. If he only could get you out of this life and give you a better one. "Leave this place with me tonight."

You turned your head towards Hoseok as these words came out of his mouth. "What?" "You heard me." Hoseok said, sitting back up and sitting a bit closer towards you. "Leave this place with me. Y/n, I can see this is no life for you... I promise I can give you a better one." Hoseok said, looking deep into your eyes. You suddenly felt all naked, like Hoseok could look right through you and into your soul. It's not like you loved the mafia but it also wasn't like you hated it.

"How...?" You quietly asked. "I already told you it's not that easy..." You said, looking down at your still intertwined hands. "Let's just leave this place tonight. No one will know. And we'll see what happens afterwards." Hoseok pushed your chin back up with his free hand. "Look at me Y/n. Do you trust me?" Hoseok asked.

You thought for a second, nervously chewing on your lip. Eventually you nodded your head. You knew you couldn't deny anymore what was happening between you and Hoseok. You knew it all went quick but there was just this sparkle between you and from today on you couldn't unseen it anymore.

Hoseok smiled at your response. "Good. So please Y/n, please come with me." He said, leaning in closer and delicately kissing your lips. You nodded. "A-alright. Let's get out of here tonight. But... I can't leave Taehyung here behind. I need him to go with us. He's my best friend Hope... We grew up together."

Hoseok looked you into the eyes while playing with your hand. "You're sure you can trust him enough to let him come with us?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm a hundred percent sure of it." Hoseok nodded. "Ok then. Go tell him. We'll leave at 3am. Everyone should be asleep by then."

And so as planned you went to speak to Taehyung. You told him the plan and of course he supported you in your decision. He was glad you asked him to go with you. He joked around saying' if Hoseok didn't take you away from here I would'. You laughed at him but then he started to question you about Hoseok and then the blushing and stuttering came. Of course, as the good friends you are, you told him about how you felt something towards the boy but wasn't quiet sure jet but it just felt right. As last you also talked about who the son of the Choi's could be but Taehyung only said it was difficult and he didn't knew yet.

After your little chat with Taehyung and bumping into Marcus inside the hall you were finally back in your room, making everything ready together with Hoseok. "Go get some rest Y/n." Hoseok said, packing the last of your things. You didn't intended to take much with you but no matter what Hoseok insisted he would help you pack. With the small bag finally packed you lay down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You heard Hoseok close the zipper of the back before feeling the mantras getting heavy next to you. "I am surprised I'm doing this... A few days ago I wouldn't even have thought of escaping this life. I was so focused on making my parents proud..." You said before scooping a bit closer towards Hoseok, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you. "No matter what you do, I think your parents will always be proud of you Y/n. Now go sleep. You got a few hours." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight Hope."

"Goodnight Y/n."

While you slept Hoseok didn't close an eye. He stayed awake all night, staring at you and also keeping the guard. He knew it may be foolish of him but there was someone in this house Hoseok didn't trust. And that was Marcus. Marcus had always been a strange figure in Hoseok's eyes and today it only got worse.

Hoseok lied to you when you asked him if he stayed in your room the whole time you were gone. In fact, Hoseok went to look for Taehyung. He had something in mind and the only one that could confirm it was him.

"Taehyung, can you look into someone for me?" Hoseok asked as he walked into Taehyung's office. "Who do you need me to look for?" The guy asked, looking at him from behind his desk. "I want you to get some research done on that Marcus guy."

Taehyung looked at him in shock. "Marcus? Why?" He asked, genuinely confused. "I don't trust him at all and I need to confirm something..." Hoseok said, standing behind Taehyung, looking at the screens.

"Marcus has been friends with Y/n's father for so long. Why wouldn't you trust him?" Taehyung said. "You don't think that-" Taehyung broke his own sentence into a silence as he finally understood what Hoseok was looking for. Hoseok nodded. "I think he's our man."

And just like he had thought Taehyung confirmed it that evening. Marcus was indeed the person you guys had been looking for. He was the son of the one and only Mr. Choi. But what would the son of a filthy rich mafia boss do in their enemies house? Hoseok could only think of one thing...

Then a bullet shot through the window and got caught by the opposite wall. Hoseok shook you awake. "Y/n wake up! Plans have changed, we need to go now!" You immediately woke up and you both stood up from the bed, only to hear another two gunshots. You both quickly laid flat on the ground. "W-what is that?" You asked, still halve asleep and confused. "They're here to kill you Y/n."

"What?!" You asked confused. "Who would possibly want to kill me?!" Again shots and Hoseok pulled you with him inside your closet. No windows there so the shutters don't know where to shoot anymore. Then a door opened giving you the answer to your question. "Well, hello hello!"

You looked at Hoseok in shock recognising the voice. Was that Marcus?! Hoseok put his finger in front of his lips telling you to not make any noise.

"Where are you little princess? I know you're somewhere in here~" Marcus said as you heard him walk around the room. "I know your lover boy is with you too." He said.

"You know... I wished things would've gone other ways but you just leave me no choice Y/n. You're just like your father." He said before shooting at the ceiling, making you jump a bit.

But what did he mean, just like your father? "You know the day your father died... It was my doing. He tried to escape too and just like you now, he left me no choice but to kill him right there and then."

You placed your hand over your mouth in shock. Your body was trembling while tears were threatening to leave your eyes. Marcus killed your father? But why would he ever do that? They were like best friends. Hoseok took your trembling body in his arms, shushing you quietly while he was eagerly looking for a way out of here.

Marcus started to speak again. "I know you're probably wondering... 'Oh why did you kill my daddy Marcus? Weren't you like best friends?' " Marcus said, trying to imitate your voice. "Well dear, It may look like we were friends but I am his worst nightmare. Your worst nightmare!" You heard him push a closet on the ground, making a hella loud noice. "You know who I am Y/n? Why doesn't Hoseok tell you, huh?" You looked at Hoseok confused. What would he know you didn't? "I am Marcus Choi. The son of the biggest, most feared mafia boss." Then a maniac laughter could be heard from him. "Wasn't it a great idea from me to infiltrate your little mafia and bring it down? After the accident happened everyone thought I died but I didn't, what caused me to be in the most ideal position. I thought when your father died I finally made an end to the Lee's but then you showed up from your house in the US and took over!" This time a vase could be heard shattering onto the ground. "Of course daddy's little girl had to take over business! Now where are you Y/n! Cut the crab and come out already!" Marcus yelled.

Hoseok slammed the door open as on clue and run with you towards the door as Marcus tried to shoot at the both of you. Luckly no bullet caught you. Or so you thought... "Hoseok! Your shoulder!" You said while you were running through the halls. "I'm alright. We need to get to Taehyung first to warn him and then get the hell out of here." He said. You looked at his shoulder and let go of his hand. "You'll need your hand to put pressure on that wound." You said.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BITCH!!"

You quickly opened the door and ran into Taehyung's room as you heard Marcus yell from upstairs. "Taehyung!" You yelled as you run towards him and hugged him. He hugged you back. "I heard gunshots, what's happening?" He asked, letting go of you. Then he looked at Hoseok and his arm that was covered in blood. "Fuck that looks bad..." He said. "Is it Marcus?!" He asked and Hoseok nodded. "He somehow must have heard us talking about escaping. We need to go now."

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

Marcus voice could be heard closer and closer. "He's getting near." You said. The panic could be seen in your eyes as you looked at the two boys. "You two need to get out of here as fast as possible." Taehyung said. "And what about you?!" You asked and he gave you a soft smile. "We can't escape with all of us. Marcus knows this place too well. He'll catch onto us in no time. You go and I'll distract him."

"But what if he hurts you like he did to Hoseok?!" You asked concerned. "Don't worry about me Y/n. I'll be alright. I always am in the end. Just trust me ok?" Leave the house and I'll make sure you escape safely." He said.

"He's right Y/n. We got to go now." Hoseok said as he pulled at your arm. You gave Taehyung one last glance. He smiled and nodded, like he was saying 'it's alright. It's all gonna be fine.' And so you trusted him on that and left with Hoseok through the front door.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Marcus yelled from the top of the stairs aiming his gun towards you but shot into the door because Hoseok could close it on time. A tear left your eye as you thought of Taehyung being inside there with that maniac. You were so scared of what Marcus could do to Taehyung. Then you saw the house go into lockdown. You knew this was Taehyung's doing and it was also a sign for you and Hoseok to leave.

"Where are your cars Y/n?" Hoseok asked. "Right there, behind that corner." you told him as you both ran towards the garages. You opened one and got inside the car as fast as possible, Hoseok behind the steering wheel. "Buckle up!" He said and then started the engine. But before you could ride away a shot was heard. You both looked at the side, it was Marcus. Somehow he managed to escape the house and he just shot one of your tiers. This was no good. "You both looked at him in shock as he aimed the gun towards you two again. Fear in both of your eyes this time as you had no where to run to now. You were so scared knowing this could be your last moment.

You still had so many things you wanted to do. You want to stop this mafia shit, make more times to spend with friends and family and most important of all, start a new better life with the one you loved... Hoseok. As you were so concentrated you didn't saw Taehyung stumble out of the house all beaten up by the hooligan in front of you.

You closed your eyes in fear of what would come and then it finally came. Two gunshots could be heard.

...But strangely they never reached you nor Hoseok. You opened your eyes again and saw Marcus coughing up blood before falling down onto the floor. Someone had shot him. Then from everywhere around the building and bushes men with guns appeared. Hoseok rushed out of the car and towards the men. You looked at your saviours in shock as Hoseok talked to them about something. Two persons went to check on the corps while Hoseok looked back and forth between you and then one he was taking to.

You decided to get out of the car as well and with small steps you walked towards Hoseok. He gave you a soft smile and then took you into a tight hug. "It's alright. It's all over now." He shushed you while caressing your hair as you cried into his chest from the chock and all the stress you had been going through tonight.

"Who is this Seok?" The man that was standing with Hoseok earlier asked. "This is Y/n. She was one of the people captured here by Marcus." Hoseok said. "I see... Can you both come testify one by one in a while?" The man asked. "Sheff, can we do it together? I don't think she's in a state to handle this on her own now." Hoseok stated and the guy nodded. "I give you 15min to calm down a bit. Come inside afterwards.

Once the guy left Hoseok let go off you and took a step back to look at you. "It's alright. Just take some deep breaths." You did as Hoseok said and it calmed you down a bit. "Now, I want you to let me speak when we get inside for the interrogation. If they know you're the boss of this whole mafia you hang." "They will put me in prison?!" You asked in shock and Hoseok shock his head. "No, no, no. I won't let that ever happen princess. Just let me do the talking and everything will be alright, ok?" He said and you nodded. "Ok.." "Good."

"Now... How did all these men come here?" You asked, confused on how Hoseok's men suddenly found your house. "I called them in. When you were talking to Marcus I went to Taehyung to search a bit more information about the man."

"You already knew... You didn't trusted him from the start." You said and Hoseok nodded. "I didn't trusted him indeed but I didn't knew. Well... I wasn't sure yet. So that's why I needed proof. Thanks to Taehyung's help I got it. I contacted my boss afterwards. I told them my location and everything they needed to know. My plan was to get you out first so they could storm in and clear this mess without you having to worry about it. I didn't knew he would come and try to kill you first..." Hoseok said, looking down. "I wanted to capture him to get to the Choi's as originally planned but then the shots and he tried to murder you and-"

"ssh," You said, placing your hands on both of Hoseok's cheeks. He looked up at you and you placed your forehead carefully against his. He calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath. "I'm here Hope. I'm right here. I'm still alive thanks to you. You did good by calling your troops here. Thank you for saving me." You said, smiling at him and he smiled back.

You took a deep breath yourself before both going inside for your interrogation. Like you discussed earlier outside Hoseok did the talking. He had to lie a bit for that but it was necessary to not get you in prison. He told them Marcus killed your dad and captured you afterwards. He told them Marcus took over and then caught him too. When you tried to escape today Marcus tried to kill you both and then the troops came in. That's the story Hoseok told the police. "Can you confirm this Ms. Lee?" The agent interrogating you asked. You nodded. "Yes it is. I have been captured by that battered for years until Hoseok finally came and saved me." You said, Hoseok squeezing your hand under the table as if wanting to tell you 'good job'.

After all that happened that day you still had to find a good story for Taehyung. After that was all done and Taehyung was completely healed again you and Hoseok decided to live together. Taehyung was so happy for the both of you. The only thing he ever wanted was to see his best friend happy and now he knew you finally were.

"Guess who?"

You laughed as you knew who these hands and voice belonged too. "Hoseok, we're the only one in the house right now. Of course it's you." You said giggling. It had been a year since what happened with Marcus and right now you were living happily with Hoseok in a villa at the beautiful coast of Italy.

Hoseok took his hands from around your eyes and went to sit next to your legs onto the sunbed you were currently on. You put off your sunglasses and looked at the man in front of you as he leaned in closer for a kiss. For the ones asking, yes you and Hoseok were a pair. A month after everything that happened and after recovering from the chock for a while Hoseok finally asked you to be his and without hesitating you said yes. And so you now both lived happily in each other's presence.

"I got a surprise for you." Hoseok said, pulling back from the kiss and smiling at you. He then pulled an envelope from behind his back. "What is that?" You asked. "Open it." He said, giving you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out two tickets for... "The opera? Is this real?!" Hoseok smiled and nodded. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so so so muchhhh!!" You said while hugging him happily. In that year of living together Hoseok slowly dithered out your love for opera and classical music so one day when he sat behind his computer he decided to get you a little present. "See it as an early birthday gift." Hoseok said as you let go of him and kissed him full on the lips. He laughed as he kissed you back, loving to see you so happy.

"It's tonight so I suggest you go pick a nice dress to wear because I know if I don't tell you now you'll take ages." You playfully hit his chest while he laughed. "It's true tho! Now go get ready, we leave at 6." He said. You stood up and got a smack onto your ass. "Yah-" You turned around and looked at him. He smiled and just put on his sunglasses laying down onto the sunned you payed on earlier, smirk on his face. "Go get ready! The longer you take the later it will get."

Once you and Hoseok were ready it was indeed almost time. "Told you, you always take a long time in the bathroom." Hoseok said, kissing your naked shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He checked you out through the mirror in front of you. "You look beautiful in that red off shoulder dress." He said and you smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks love. You don't look that bad yourself in that black suit with red tie." You turned around and playfully pulled on his tie, pulling him closer so you could kiss his lips. He kissed back, pushing you a bit backwards against the sink of your bathroom. "We should stop now or we won't even make it to the opera." Hoseok said, pulling away from you.

He did a step backwards and reached his arm towards you. "My lady," He said playfully. You laughed and wrapped your arm around his as you both walked out of the house and towards the car.

Once in the opera house Hoseok saw that sparkle in your eyes and it filled him with love and admiration for you. You looked so happy and it made him happy too. "Look how beautiful and classy it looks here! Wah." You said as you walked towards the giant stairs. "Did you knew that 'common people' always needed to sit at the low levels and that the rich sat at their private balcony? Until now it are still the most expansive places in the house." You told him, already walking towards the door that lead you towards the lower levels assuming your seats were there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asked, pulling you back. "I'm going towards our seats?" You said questionable. "What else?"

Hoseok pulled you with him and onto the stairs. "Hoseok-" You said, looking at him in disbelieve while he pulled you with him up the stairs. "My princess only deserves the best." He said, kissing the top of your head before walking further through the hall on the second floor.

He opened a door with Hoseok's name written on and just like in every opera house there was your private balcony. "You really paid for all of this?!" You asked surprised while walking onto the small balcony, looking down at the podium a bit further. Hoseok went to stand behind you and held you as he admired the opera house with you.

You really were surprised at how he managed to pay for this. After leaving the mafia you of course also had to leave all the money behind. Mafia wasn't really legal so the money went towards the government who would do it's thing with it. You were already shocked at him Hoseok managed to buy the villa in Italy you were currently living in and now these expensive opera tickets?

"My job pays quite well Y/n. I think you sometimes underestimate my job as a secret agent love." He said, kissing your nape before letting go of you and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Come sit with me love." You went to sit down and as if on clue the lights dimmed and the show started.

"This was so good Hoseok! I loved it so much!" You said enthusiastically. The whole car it back home you couldn't stop talking about everything that evening. From the beautiful building to the lovely voice of the sopranos. He felt like he just took a little girl towards Disneyland, mesmerised by the many fairytales around her. That's how it felt with you right now. "Cute..." He mumbled as he opened the door for you.

Once you walked inside you saw something you didn't expected. The floor was covered with rose petals and on every closet or chair were cadges lighting the way towards the living room. You turned around towards Hoseok in shock. "Did- Did you do all this?" You asked him and he gave you a bright smile nodding. "I hope you like it." He said and you nodded. "Are you kidding?! I love it! Hope... You're so sweet." You said, a tear leaving your eyes.

Hoseok wrapped you in your arms letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh baby, don't cry now." He wipes the tear away that fell out of your eye. "This is supposed to be a happy day." He told you. You smiled through your tears. "It's just that- You're just so sweet Hobi, you're amazing and so kind and caring towards me. I can't help it." You said.

Hoseok softly kissed your lips. "It's alright love. I like doing cute and sweet stuff for you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. You know that. The only thing I want is for you to feel loved." He said. He turned you around, holding your hand. "Now go walk a bit further. I got another surprise for you." You gave him a questionable look before walking further.

"T-Taehyung?!" You run towards him and unfolded him into a tight hug. "You're here. You're really here!" When you left Korea Taehyung didn't. He decided to stay, going back to his family and live there for a while, while he would try finding a new job. You thought you would never see him again and here he was, right in your arms.

"Did you set this all up?!" You asked, pulling away from your arms. The boy laughed and nodded. "How did you manage to do all this?" You asked, looking around the room. There were red, pink and white balloons hanging at the ceiling, small red paper hearts were covering the curtains and of course the many candles and rose petals all over the place. "Thank you so much for this. Both of you. This is so cute." You said, your hands on your chest as you looked at the two boys and the work they pulled off.

"Oh, where are my manners." You said, fanning your head. "Sit down Tae! It's been so long. I wanna talk and know everything that happen with you while I was gone. You want something to drink?"

Taehyung laughed and stopped you. "It's alright Y/n. You don't need to do all this." He gave you a sweet smile. "Besides, this evening is supposed to be only you and Hoseok. I stay here for two weeks so enough time to talk later. You go and enjoy your night with your manz." Taehyung said, raising his eyebrows and taking his jacket off of the couch. "I'll leave you alone now. Have a great night guys!" He said, winking and smirking at you as he passed by. "See you tomorrow!"

You laughed as he left the place. "Aish that little-" You said as you watched him leave. Hoseok stood behind you again to hug you. He loved giving back hug's a lot lately. Even while you were sleeping he would always spoon you. "Baby?" Hoseok called out your name while he placed his head on your shoulder. "Let's do what Taehyung said and make this night ours." Hoseok said. "And how are you planning to do that Mister Jung?" You asked your boyfriend teasingly.

He took a deep breath. "I don't know yet Misses Jung." You turned around and looked at him in shock. In the past year he had never used his last name to address you until now. "Misses Jung?" He nodded and smiled taking a step backwards and suddenly going down on one knee. Your hands went to cover your mouth in chock. Was this real? Was he really just... proposing to you?

Hoseok pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. "Y/n Lee, what would you think of becoming Misses Jung? Will you marry me?" He asked sweetly. He was smiling but you knew inside he was very nervous. So you didn't made him wait long and started nodding your head. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I would love to become your wife Hope." You said and Hoseok's smile widened even more as he stood up again and held you close, his lips meeting yours into a soft but passionate kiss. "You have no idea how happy you make me right now." He said, kissing you over and over again.

You were expected to get the ring around your finger but Hoseok just tossed the box onto the couch and picked you up bridle style. You gasped as he swept you from your feet quite literally. "Let's go celebrate this upstairs, shell we?" He asked and you giggled, caressing his cheek and nodding, kissing his lips as he carried you both upstairs towards your room.

"I love you Hope."

"I love you too, Y/n. My miss mafia."

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an-annyeoing-writer · 4 years ago

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vulnerability. – chap. 2.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 4th June 2021

Word count: 2 751

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

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Chap. 2.

“What’s my name?”

“Baekhyun.”

“Wrong.”

A stroke of the riding crop over her chest makes the woman whimper. She’s older than him, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, everything about her – her age, name, wants and aversions – they’re all reduced to the leather collar around her neck.

“How are you to address me?”

“Master” she doesn’t hesitate.

The man does, though – he stares her down just for a few seconds, as if to judge her, before he speaks again.

“Good.”

Her gaze follows him as he walks slowly around her, observing her body’s reaction. She’s not to move, not to ask questions. She’s to accept it.

“I’m going to beat you with the crop now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Bend over.”

* * *

The day was long, but Baekhyun found himself relieving stress in one of his favorite ways.

This time, he sat in The Queen of Spades alone, sipping whiskey and silently watching people around him, eventually ending up staring into the alcohol’s surface instead, until it disappeared entirely and there were only a few pieces of ice at the bottom left to look at. Once they melted, he’d drink them up as well – and it would probably happen, as he wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. There was not much to do.

His eyes landed on the small cut on the inside of his palm, placed next to the glass; the cut was still fresh, but not deep enough to require medical assistance, or even bandaging for that matter. Accidents happened – in some jobs more than in others. The best he could do was to make sure that accidents like this would not follow him back home.

He heard his phone vibrate, but it took him a few seconds to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi there, Hyunie.”

The familiar voice made him sigh deeply with annoyance.

“You don’t sound happy to hear me,” the feminine voice on the other side spoke in slight offense.

“Sorry, it’s not your fault, Luna, I thought I’d be off for the night,” he admitted honestly; the woman’s presence was not something he minded much, but she wasn’t one who ever brought good news, so his mood instantly dropped the moment he heard her voice.

“Well, tonight you can rest, I have something for tomorrow, though.”

Baekhyun exhaled, already rubbing his temples.

“Spill it, I guess.”

“It’s an office. They have a very good security and our hacker couldn’t get in, so we need someone to go there and get some physical copies out, take a few pics and then leave them where they were. No footprints. We need the copies by Monday, and I’ll send someone to give you the details in person tomorrow.”

“Alright. I’ll be waiting.”

“One more thing.”

“What’s that?” He was ready to hang up; thinking became too tiring. But tomorrow; tomorrow, he’d consider this; now was his time off.

“You did leave footprints today, everyone knows. That you got in trouble, and the police were called. What if they recognize you?”

The man snorted in response.

“No way, I know our safety measures. I wouldn’t let them see my face. It was just an accident, okay. A harmless one. I know better and it won’t happen again” he elaborated, feigning confidence – anything just to make this conversation end.

“Are you sure it was harmless?” Luna was the most composed as she spoke, her voice completely ridden of emotions, and that was what started to worry him. As he knew, carelessness and light humor were typical of her, not this seriousness and solemnity.

“What do you mean?”

“The police have a sample of your blood” she finally spilled. “It wasn’t enough to extract your DNA, but it’s already something. Be careful next time, could you?”

His heart dropped. Confidence was gone.

“…Got it.”

“That’s all. Just take care of yourself, Hyunie.”

“Yeah…”

“Sleep well tonight. You have a long day ahead.” She made a quiet smooch sound.

“Goodnight, Luna.”

The line went dead.

For the next few minutes, Baekhyun stared straight ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

In fact, though, he was depleted of thoughts. He was stuck in the bubble of no thinking, no reasons, no emotions, as his brain processed the information it just gathered, but the process was happening outside of his consciousness.

He wished to stay in his thoughtless bubble for longer, but the thin barrier between his consciousness and his internal dialogue finally broke, and he was flooded with everything that he’d been keeping at bay ever since the conversation started.

And so, Byun Baekhyun started contemplating all the things that he preferred to keep away from himself, so as to not spiral into depression and frustration.

He chose a job, thinking, that the breach of law will give him the freedom he desperately wanted.

He ended up dependent on other people to the point where not even the law could protect him anymore; exactly the opposite – the law didn’t seem much of an obstacle anymore, in comparison to all the other things he got tangled in. It wasn’t a lifestyle that one could escape, and he’d learned it way too late.

He tried to achieve independence, but he became a pawn in other people’s hands, irrelevant to the big things happening around; trusted and respected, yet simply disposable at someone else’s command.

There was only one way he knew that could help him regain the sense of control.

And that was how Byun Baekhyun coped.

* * *

“Bend over.”

She obliges without a question, leaning over the table in front of her. Apparently, he’s interested in her behind, rather than the chest that was only a bit pink from the previous hits. She’s an obedient, but slightly frisky one, one that aims to please while also hoping for some pleasure for herself, getting bored easily, but also fussy if something goes not as she wants. Baekhyun breaks her spirit every time they meet, ridding her of any remaining selfishness.

But she enjoys the pain. He makes sure she enjoys nothing else.

The first hit makes her moan, rather than resist. Her skin is smooth, with no scars, and he makes sure it won’t stay this way for much longer, at least for the next few weeks that it will take to heal after he’s done.

The next few swats must feel nice as well, but then her voice falters and turns into quiet whimpers. She doesn’t try to move away, instead, she leans back, at least for the next few hits until it becomes too much and she tries to move away instead.

She doesn’t speak, and neither does he; the sound of the riding crop hitting her bottom mixes with her breath becoming strained and whines becoming louder from pain.

* * *

It was a few days later that Baekhyun sat again in his favorite, cozy area of The Queen of Spades, with a man taller, but younger than himself; it was not so difficult to be taller than Baekhyun, but at the age of 29, most of the people in his circle of closest friends were younger, while most of the ones in his work field were older, which was some sort of a good sign, meaning that he’s worth more than most people of his age.

29 years old – a confusing age. He should have had his life figured out by now, and, to some extent, he had – he knew what he was good at, and what he could do to slowly ensure himself a stable retirement. But to say he was pleased with his career of choice would probably be a misstatement. Yet, that was what he had, and that was what he needed to accept.

They sat on the leather couch that he usually occupied. The taller, bar-styled table and two chairs were on the right side of the couch – he usually used them when carrying on serious conversations. But currently, he was there just to rest, and so in use was the couch. He glanced at the man on his side – leaning his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking fragile despite, in comparison to Baekhyun, being the stronger silhouette.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sehun.”

No answer came, and he didn’t feel a strong need to disturb the other’s rest. Maybe it wouldn’t be too appropriate to sleep in such a place, making an impression of getting drunk over the limits – which was not really the case, alcohol wasn’t the reason for Sehun’s tiredness – however, in fact, who was there to judge them? Especially with Baekhyun being a regular customer who knew everyone else with such a title; and most of them knew what he was up to as well, and why the people he came with usually were not in the most energetic moods.

The music playing in The Queen of Spadeswas usually quiet and climatic, R&B and jazz tunes mixed with the voices of people, and people coming here usually didn’t try stir the bar’s aura.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

The moment a person entered the bar, welcomed by the dim space of browns, beiges, woods, and crystals, their soul instantly filled with the calm atmosphere. The aesthetic and climate gave a clear cue, that intruding them wouldn’t be worth much; it was the best to accept and follow, to allow the place to create the unique experience.

“Sehun, are you sleeping?” Baekhyun glanced at the other, and the man only hummed lowly in response. Baekhyun’s shoulder began to cramp, so he gently lifted the other’s head and rested it on the couch’s backrest instead. Sehun instantly moved a little to adjust, but it didn’t seem like he’d want to get up anytime soon. Baekhyun eyed the bruises on his neck – slowly darkening fingerprints of his own.

The bar’s door suddenly opened, catching his attention with noise when the door accidentally hit the wall. Two girls walked in: one of them he saw come here a few times before, alone and not, and the other… well, the other he had not only seen before, but would most likely see in the future as well. What a coincidence.

[F/n] looked nothing like when he last saw her; primarily because, at the museum, she wore modest clothes that suited the situation. Now, in tight fitted pants and a loose shirt exposing a fair amount of cleavage, she looked way more like a girl of her age, similar to many others that came to the bar every day. If not for the fact he knew her, he wouldn’t have paid her much attention now; however, he did know a bit, and if not her appearance, then at least the personality behind it kept his eyes on her until she looked over her shoulder, sparing him a shy glance, as though either knowing he’s looking at her, or, at the very least, expecting him in the same place as he usually was – in fact, he guessed it would be the latter.

She smiled at him softly, and he reciprocated the smile, tension on his face dissipating; the smile grounded him, in a way, reminding him of the fact that, just as he could watch anyone now, he could also be watched. His presence also didn’t make her as tense as it did before, which was relieving – he started worrying if he didn’t go too far during their official first meeting. The word sensitive written on the page of his notebook wasn’t taken out of the blue. She was fragile, he could tell; not in a bad way – but he knew how his demeanor impacted her back then. But that was sort of a proof in itself, a proof of her determination, because despite this impact, she didn’t back out when she had the chance to.

He still felt that she’s not completely aware of what came with the lifestyle – hobby? activity? – that she was getting herself into. Yet, when he thought about it, how could anyone know that for sure, before they had a taste of what’s it like? If anything, he could give her a chance, he thought; a trial, to see if not only she’s in for her own indulgence, but if she can handle what he himself is interested in.

“Wazzup?” Sehun’s voice sounded by his side. The man was undoubtedly good at recognizing his changes in moods. When Baekhyun didn’t feel confident enough to say too much, it was usually Sehun who asked the questions, allowing him to spill out what was on his mind.

“Nothing much. There’s a girl, though, she wants to join” he explained slowly. Sehun’s face didn’t change at the statement.

“You want to take her?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Ah, so.”

“What do you think?” Baekhyun glanced down at the other; Sehun didn’t look at him, his eyes remained closed.

“Well, I don’t know her. But since Byeoli moved out, your circle’s been kind of empty. There’s me, Chaejang, Lisa… well, yeah, that’s it. You haven’t taken anyone new in a while, and old ones are leaving… Aren’t you getting bored?”

“I’m not bored with any of you.” The statement was simple, but meaningful; Sehun smiled softly at that.

“Well, but you seem to have a lot of free time now, and when you have too much free time, you do stupid things.”

Baekhyun scoffed.

“I mean it.” Sehun looked at him directly now. “You’re getting lonely. You need stimuli.”

To the last statement, there was no answer. The men sat there in silence for some more time, until the glasses became empty, until there was nothing more to sit there for, and until the night became so deep that it threatened with becoming the morning soon.

* * *

“Will this be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You gave the customer in front of you a bill with the price of his purchase – an average one, just some grocery; not like you paid it much attention – and took the calculated amount of cash from his hand. No change, no problem. You shared a warm smile, as warm as you could muster up at the late hour. It was one of the days when your natural shyness and introversion didn’t get in the way, and you could enjoy the few polite words exchanged with the people passing the store.

“Thank you, goodnight.”

Right as the door closed behind the man, your phone suddenly called and you reached under the counter, where some of your personal things rested during your shift, ready to reach for if necessary.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am I disturbing you?” Your heart skipped at the familiarity of the voice. However, this time it wasn’t due to anxiety – you started to look forward to his response, and it was like butterflies in your stomach when you received one. You probably should save his number, though.

“Um… Not much” you replied honestly.

“Is your Friday afternoon free?”

“This Friday?” It was Wednesday, you consulted your imaginary calendar.

“Yeah” he replied shortly.

“Um… Sorry, I have the night shift. Saturday?” You counteroffered right away, not wanting him to take your response as a rejection.

“Won’t you be tired?”

“I’ll sleep it off before the afternoon. I’m used to it.” Your free hand fiddled nervously with the strap of your ID badge.

“Hm, okay then. Can we meet at The Queen of Spades? I live nearby too.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my place.” He hesitated for just a second or two. “Are you okay with that?”

The statement made all the cogs in your head move. You hesitated now, too.

Was it what you thought it was? You couldn’t be sure – it could have been just another one of the ordinary meetings, one to get to know each other better, one to pass free time. It was still soon – you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. Even in the span of the time that has passed ever since seeing him for the first time, till reaching this particular point – it still felt so fast, as though after all these years of hopeless yearning you weren’t ready for jumping into the deep end and bringing your dreams to life.

Yet, your instincts were at ease, no red flags, no suspicions. You didn’t feel a need to refuse, or to wait. What would happen if you did – wouldn’t you end up regretting it? Would you be stuck in your safe-zone forever? Although you felt naïve in your trust, you still trusted your instincts foremost.

So the answer came naturally.

“Yes. Yes, I’m in.”

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stxrrywildflower · 5 years ago

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intern

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - you intern for garcia at the bau

warnings - mentions of case

word count - ?

note - takes place during season 7 around 2011

you knew penelope from the minute you were born.

both of your parents were extremely close, living just a few short blocks away in san francisco. penelope was only 17 when you were born, you instantly becoming her new favorite person. her mom was even named as your godmother.

when penelope’s parents had died, yours had looked after her even though she did go underground as a hacker. despite how much penelope had changed, she was always there to check up on you and your parents.

and then she had gotten caught by the fbi of all people.

you were far to young to even comprehend what was happening. all you could remember was penelope hugging you tightly before she left. the two of you kept in contact by letters ever since that day.

now 17, you were an expert with computers. penelope was your guide, helping you learn to hack everything and anything as well as your way with all technology.

adding on to that, you were incredibly smart, taking all advanced placement courses at school. one of your classes was an internship, you had to find a local company to spend a certain number of hours a week in order to earn credit.

when penelope hears the news, mostly since she had access to your course schedule, she pulled a couple strings.

before you knew it, you were booked to have an internship with the behavioral analysis unit in washington d.c. under penelope garcia. aaron hotchner would be your ‘boss’ as he was the unit chief.

your parents were incredibly supportive, working out the details for you to stay with penelope for the semester and possibly part of the summer.

with multiple bags packed and a plane ticket booked, you were set to leave for washington d.c. in just a few short days.

____

arriving at quantico, you were more than nervous.

a car was arranged to pick you up from the airport, an agent named anderson picked you up to bring you to the bau. from there, you would be able to see penelope, meet with hotch, and get your proper paperwork and badge.

you could tell from the second you stepped in that your presence was out of place. a teenager was rarely in the bau, nonetheless one few people could connect to someone on the team.

“alright this is the floor you will be working on. garcia’s office is down the hall but through those doors over there is what we call the bullpen. that’s where the main teams desks are as well as where they do briefings,” anderson spoke, giving you a mini-tour.

“and the staring?” you asked. “that will stop soon. once they see you with agent hotchner they’ll back off. as much as i want to defend your case, i can’t say i wouldn’t act the same. this is the first teenager working at the fbi ever,” anderson informed you. “oh wow, didn’t know i was making history.”

“yeah you are, and I'm sure-” he was cut off.

“penny!” you exclaimed, rushing forward to hug the tech analyst, your luggage remaining behind you.

anderson smiled to himself, waving towards garcia before heading back to work.

“i’ve missed you so much sweetie,” penelope grinned, matching your enthusiasm. you hugged her for a little longer, overjoyed to see her after months.

morgan was next in the hallway, hugging you once penelope let go. “hey kid, how are you? school okay?” he questioned, ruffling your hair. “everything’s good derek, i’m just stoked to be here,” you grinned.

the rest of the team, to say the least, was extremely confused. there were a ton of questions running through their heads as the scene played out.

“maybe it’s morgan and garcia’s secret love child,” emily snickered, spencer and j.j. laughing too.

“i can take your bags down to my lair and we can bring them to my place after work,” penelope offered. “and i can take you in to meet hotch,” morgan piped in.

you kept your backpack with you, the three of you splitting up. morgan stayed by your side, guiding you into the bullpen.

the two of you couldn’t have been in the main roof for more than a few minutes before who you assumed was hotch was down to greet you.

“welcome y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to finally meet you,” hotch greeted, extending his hand for you to shake. you took it, nodding with a “nice to meet you too sir.”

“please, call me hotch. we can talk up in my office,” with one final smile towards morgan, you were following the into chief up for your meeting.

“so how do you know garcia?” hotch first asked.

“she’s pretty much my godmother, her mom was my official one before she passed. our parents were friends so i’ve known her for most of my life,” you explained, a smile on your face. “she taught me to hack when i was only 10.”

hotch nodded, “and you’re seventeen, correct? have you committed to any colleges?”

you shook your head no. “not yet sir. i’ve been accepted to a few but haven’t made any final decision. pennelope is pushing me to go to school around here though.”

“i’m sure wherever you go will be a good fit. but now, we have to get into some of the more official stuff. how are you managing school with this inteenship?”

“my teachers moved all of my classes online with virtual lessons and work. penelope and i have already worked out a schedule so i can focus on my work here and do schoolwork at night,” you explained.

hotch was obviously satisfied with his answer so he continued, “now with your internship, we don’t expect you to work cases with us right away. it is mostly just learning under garcia. once you feel comfortable enough and get a recommendation, you can move up.”

you nodded along, taking in the information about your job. “i can take you down to get your badge and then you can meet the team,” hotch offered. “sounds perfect.”

photos and paperwork didn’t take more than twenty minutes. you were back up, a crisp new badge clipped on your jacket, soon enough.

“my team,” hotch called. “conference room.”

with his usual ‘unit chief’ tone, no one bother to argue with him. adding on to your interaction with three out of seven members, changes were obviously happening.

you were seated on top of one of the file cabinets, morgan beside you and penelope next to him. your conversation died down once more people entered the room.

both you and morgan quickly got down, wanting to look at least a little bit professional.

“everyone, i would like you to meet our newest team member, y/n y/l/n. she’ll be interning under penelope and helping out on cases,” hotch inteoduced.

you waved to everyone, a slight smile forming on your face. “from left to right is reid, prentiss, rossi, and j.j. and your already know garcia and morgan,” hotch pointed out each individual member.

“wait i’m not following. you know morgan and garcia?” rossi asked.

“my parents knew penelope’s for a long time. i grew up with penelope pretty much as an older sister. and i know morgan since he’s visited home a few times,” you explained.

the team was already eager to get to know you, having a fresh face around, nonetheless one that was only 17, would definitely be nice. so, for your first day, you were pestered with questions. you already fit well with the team, a new member being added to their little family without problem.

____

your first week was pretty much just learning the basics of how the computers in garcia’s lair actually operated. you had your own little station in one of the corners, a few computers and monitors set up for you to work with.

two weeks in, you had your first real assignment.

it wasn’t by choice, you were supposed to start working with the gory stuff in two weeks, or a month of working there.

you absolutely loved the job with the team. oftentimes, you found yourself hanging out with either emily or j.j. for dinner and time with sergio and or henry. you went on morning runs with morgan, the two of you constantly sending each other new routes to run on. spencer helped you with your homework, planning a schedule for the idea work time like it was no issue. if you ever had a problem with school, he would always help you figure it out.

rossi found a new sense of joy in teaching you to cook. you grew up in san francisco, eating a lot of sea food and not much else. rossi changed that, making you various pasta dishes to try as well as the recipient. and hotch, hotch became an overall mentor and pretty much another dad to you. while spencer helped you with work, hotch would keep you in line with everything.

the latest case was pretty intensive on you and penelope. you did as much work as you could, you still weren’t officially clear to handle crime scene information just yet.

the one time penelope was out of her office getting coffee for the two of you, her office phone had started ringing. you quickly pushed away from your desk, your chair rolling across the floor until you were in front of hers.

“office of the most talented and magical members of the bau here. how may i help you?” you greeted. “man garcia is really rubbing off on you,” you chose to ignore that comment.

“speaking of garcia, where is she?”

you sighed, “getting coffee. what do you need?” hotch was quick to answer, “i need you too look up an unsub. name is roger clark.”

in lightning speed, you clicked away at the computer as you dug up information on the man.

“ah here his is. clark rogers was born to a frank and mary rogers. was a normal child, played sports and graduated with honors. did have a case of aggravated assault in college though he got off free since his dad was a lawyer. oh shoot, his mom died a few weeks ago,” you quickly explained.

something about a possible trigger as barely audible in the background of the call. “we need a location asap,” emily spoke.

“oh i’ve has the location sent from the minute you called,” you leaned back in your chair, most of your work already done.

hotch actually had one of his rare smiles on his face after that. “thanks so much,” he spoke. “stay safe,” you called before hanging up the call.

little did you know, your work was more than helpful. though it was minimal, small details you had provided actually proved to be useful in taking down the unsub. even penelope, who heard news of everything once she returned, was thoroughly impressed. it wasn’t super easy finding out that information as fast as you could.

all you knew is that you were guaranteed a job once you graduated.

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pretoriafics · 4 years ago

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Russian Roulette - Pt. 5

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. n this chapter, you will find: You and Derek think that you got a clue about the alpha, and you'll go investigate. Word count: 1.701 Pairings: Reader x Platonic!Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: None. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Four | Chapter Six RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It wasn't so hard to explain what happened in the school. Actually, Scott made all the work telling that Derek was trying to kill all of you. You said to the authorities that you received a message from Scott and, thinking that he had some kind of problem, you went there to help. You haven't said you saw Derek or something because you would feel awful to incriminate an innocent. So, you just simply said that you did not see anything and took the kids out of school. Sebastian was so proud of you that he said to everyone that the girl who took the teenagers out of school was his Au Pair.

While you're doing the children's laundry, you have begun to think about the message you had received yesterday, falsely attributed to Scott and who took you to school. Well, you could track the origin of the messages and find out something that could help you to find the Alpha. Yeah, it could work!

You call Stiles, to talk about your idea, and then, you go to his house.

"How do you learned to track this?"

Stiles was looking at you, curious, while you enter his house. You gave him a smile.

"I had a hacker phase. But don't worry, I can't do more than this and change another's person Facebook password."

You go upstairs and Stiles opens his bedroom door. Both of you almost had a heart attack when you saw Derek there. You curse in your main language, with your hand in your chest.

"You scared me!"

Stiles put his hands up looking at Derek.

"Calm down, ok, she knows the truth."

Hale's green eyes got narrow, and he gave a step forward to Stiles's direction. He wasn't happy at all.

"What the hell you think you're doing, Stiles?! We can't put one more person into all that shit!"

It was your turn to gave a step forward to Derek and Stiles's direction. Your gaze meets Derek's eyes.

"Calm down, Stiles and Scott didn't tell me anything. I'd found out by myself."

Derek analyzes you. You weren't lying. He put his guard down and nod with his head, and you put yourself in front of Stiles's laptop. Stiles and Derek approach you, looking at the laptop's screen.

"Okay, Derek, I'll tell you my idea: We will track the origin of the messages that the kids and I had received to get to the school. I think it could give us a clue about the Alpha."

Hale arch his eyebrows, looking at you. You were smart.

"Sounds good." He said, and you give him a soft smile.

You start to push a few buttons on the laptop. A few minutes later, the localization was on the screen: It came from the Hospital, and who sent the messages was Melissa McCall.

"It can't be right." Said Stiles, with his hand on his head. He was scared "We should tell Scott?"

"Not yet." You heard Derek's voice "We need to investigate it first."

Stiles nods.

"Okay, we'll go now?"

You got up from the chair, your eyes narrowed.

"We? Oh, no, no." You approach Stiles and cross your arms "You'll go to the lacrosse game, and be a common teenager. I'll solve this."

"But you-"

"Stiles. No."

"Damn!"

"But you can't go by yourself." You heard Derek said, looking at you.

"Okay, so..." You took your phone from Stiles's desk and look at Hale "I'll send you a message, and we'll go together."

"Oh, look! The repair of your car is great! I can't even notice that I hit it."

It was the first thing you notice when you saw Derek's car. You sit in the passenger seat, and he looks at you.

"It wasn't that bad." He turns the car on and, now, you are going to the Hospital "How do you found out about... everything?"

You think it's better to hide some details of the story, at least until you find out about your marks and about the ginger lady. That's the reason you replies:

"It was because of that day in the woods. I thought it was just a nightmare, but then I analyzed it. So I met a guy, who taught me a few things."

"What guy? Chris Argent?"

He glares at you with his eyes narrowed, clearly suspicious about you.

"No. Haytham Conwell. He said to me that I need to stay away from you and Scott, and said that I can't trust you."

Despite your denial, Derek's still suspicious about you. His serious face is focused on the road.

"Maybe he's right."

"I don't think so."

He arches his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

"Because you've saved my life. I'm not the kind of person who forgets people who help me. So... Thank you. I owe you one."

You had clearly taken him by surprise. His body became less tense, and his expression softened.

"Stiles was close to me when you call him." He said, with his guard down at least a little. "We had just caught Scott, he was out of control that night because of the full moon. But when he listened to your voice... He just runs to help you. Those kids love you."

"I know." You gave him a soft smile "I love them too. It's an odd part of being Au Pair, you know? You just have your maternal instincts higher to another level, and then the kids become just like they are your own."

It was Derek's turn to let escape a soft smile. Since you entered Stiles's bedroom, Derek was watching your heartbeats, to make sure you aren't a liar. But you're not. You're just... too good for this wild supernatural world.

Derek parks his car in front of the hospital. You let out a long sigh.

"Okay," You said, looking at his green eyes "I'll come in. I'll call you if I found something."

He nods positively with his head for you, and you go out of the car. Derek had sent to you a few information before you got into his car, like the name of the nurse of his uncle and where are his bedroom. You enter the hospital with all that info in mind, and you go directly to Peter's bedroom. But he isn't there. That's the time you take your phone and call Derek.

"Uh, I'm sure I'm in the correct bedroom, and there's no one here."

"Damn, get out, he's the Alpha!"

Crap.

"You shouldn't be here."

You look to your right and see the nurse.

"Oh, there you are! You give me a lot of troubles with that bullet, you know?"

You look to your left and there he is, Peter Hale, with part of his face burnt.

"I would love to give you more problems than it."

"You know what? I think you're pretty brave for a human. I mean, I could have killed you that night in the woods but I just wanted to play a little."

Derek appears, running and putting himself in front of you.

"(Y/N), get out."

Peter and Derek roared to each other, and the nurse behind you took a dagger out of her clothes. Then, a shiver spread all over your body with a cold feeling. What was that sensation?

Derek attacks Peter, and the nurse tries to hit you with the dagger. Surprisingly, you deflect and hold his wrist, hitting her in the face with your elbow. The nurse staggered back with your hit, and you don't waste the opportunity: You hit her in the face with your right punch, and then you did the same with your left punch. As a final hit, you kick her chest and she fell back. His head hit's a glass table, and she stays unconscious.

You look at your hands, scared. You don't know how to fight like that. What the hell has happened?

The sound of a body falling on the floor push you off your own thoughts. When you turn back, you see that Peter had thrown Derek on the floor. He's bleeding. Instinctively, you push your gun and shoot at Peter. Your shoots didn't hit him, and he catches you by your neck, raising you from the floor.

"There's nothing more dangerous than a brave dumb, don't you think?"

He throws you against the wall, and you fell to the floor. There, while you try to compose yourself, you see Peter walking in Derek's direction.

"I didn't know what I was doing when I killed Laura, I'd lost control! Look, we're a family. We don't need to fight. Think about it."

Peter walks to his nurse and takes her in his arms. He looks at you.

"See you soon, (Y/N)."

After Peter leaves, you stood up and walk to Derek. He has stood up already and has blood on his shirt. He was hurt.

"Do you will heal?" You ask him, looking at the huge cut on his belly.

"Yeah, but slowly because it was made by an Alpha."

"We better take care of it, so. I have some first aid at home. I'll hide you in my bedroom, so, please, you need to stay quiet because I don't wanna be fired."

Derek arch his eyebrows. He wasn't used to this kind of thing.

"I'm used to take care of myself."

"But you don't have to do this all the time, okay? Let me take care of it. Don't worry. I owe you one, remember?"

The smile you gave him just throw away every sort of excuse and argument he could have to say to you. You turn yourself and, while you were walking, you said:

"I'll drive!"

And what choices did he have? He just follows you and listening to your heartbeat, trying to catch all kinds of lies. But he can't detect anything. Actually, he hasn't any reason to get suspicious about you, but life has taught him that he needs to be careful with people. But based on all of the things he saw and know about you, who was just a few ones, you are just a common woman.

Okay, he would give you a chance to gain his trust.

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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Our Song

Sequel to “While Mom’s Away...” that basically has the roles reversed (I hope that’s okay) lol. The song used is Good Company from Oliver & Company (if you’ve never seen it, please do it’s adorable!), and I hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff💕!

“Hey hun,” he answers finally being able to sit down and have a break after a long day of filming. Hearing rustling and air whizzing by on the other end paired with the taps of small footsteps and little giggles automatically make his smile widen, seemingly erasing his previously tired state.

“Aida, did you take mommy’s phone again?”

“No...,” she mischievously grins looking down at the screen in her hands. “Hi daddy!”

“Hi sweetie, how are you?”

“Good,” she answers in a sing-song manner. Her wild giggles soon return though being lifted to rest on your hip briefly before settling with you on the couch in your lap.

“You’re a little hacker you know that?,” you laugh blowing raspberries on her cheek while managing to slip your phone from her grasp. “Hey honey, how’s your day going?”

“Better now that I get to see my girls.”

“Well maybe if you guys would hurry up and finish the movie, then you could see us all day.”

Seeing your small pout, Aida mocks your expression poking out her bottom lip and giving her best puppy dog eyes making Chris dramatically groan with hand over his heart.

“You’re killing me with the double pout. And to think soon there’s gonna be three of you giving me that look.” Cuddling closer, your daughter’s tiny arms try their best to hug around your five month bump leaving both of you awing at how much she loved her little sibling already.

“Yep, the dreaded triple pout. How will you ever survive Evans?”

“Barely, if at all. Might as well retire now since I’m probably never gonna leave the house,” he replies making you laugh. Excitedly tapping your arm, Aida motions for you to lean down so she can whisper in your ear. Chris almost fails at stifling his chuckles when her hand covers the screen clearly not wanting him to hear their secret conversation.

“You sure you want to do it now? I thought you wanted to wait until he got home?”

“Now please mommy,” she answers sliding off your lap and running towards the piano.

“Aida slow down! I swear she could beat Usain Bolt she’s so fast,” you chuckle taking your time to stand to your feet.

“Or maybe you’re just slowing down,” he jokes with a smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny old man.”

“That’s not what you were calling me the night before I left.”

Playfully glaring at your husband, you sit at the piano bench next to Aida gently kicking her feet back and forth with the biggest smile her little cheeks could handle as you position your phone so he could clearly see the both of you.

“Aida learned something new she’d like to show you.”

“Really?,” he smiles folding his arms on the table in front of him. “I already know I’m gonna love it.”

“You want to start or should I?”

“You,” she shyly smiles now holding onto your upper arm and partially hiding her face. Fingers delicately pressing against the black and white keys, you hear a short gasp fall from Chris’ lips as he immediately recognizes the melody. It was his and Aida’s go to movie the past few months, so you didn’t even need to look up to know he was surely beaming and nearly on edge trying to contain his excitement.

You and me together we'll be

Forever you'll see

We two can be good company

You and me

Yes, together we two

Together, that's you

Forever with me

We'll always be good company

Her soft voice eventually joined in looking from you to Chris as she became more comfortable.

“This last part is all you Aida,” you gently nudge as you continue to play. No longer hiding, she sits up straighter and even starts to sway a bit making her performance even more adorable.

You and me

Yes, together we'll be

You and me

Together we'll be

Forever, you'll see

We'll always be good company

You and me

Just wait and see

“Yay!,” both you and Chris cheer clapping for the giddy four year old.

“Good job sweetie!,” you state hugging her close to your side.

Noticing his reddened cheeks and eyes before he quickly rubbed them, she becomes slightly worried that maybe her surprise wasn’t as enjoyable as she thought it would be.

“Like it daddy?”

“Like it? I loved it sweetheart! One of the best surprises I’ve ever gotten.”

“Then why sad?”

“I’m not sad,” he softly chuckles. “They’re happy tears.”

“Happy tears?”

“Yea sweetheart, they happen when you get really really happy or excited about something. And your singing just made me so incredibly happy.” At his explanation, her bright smile returns as she bounces a few times in her seat making his chuckle deepen.

“Chris, we need you back on set!,” all of you hear following a couple strong knocks on his trailer door.

“Alright, give me a minute!,” he calls over his shoulder. “I wish I could stay with you guys longer, but I gotta go. I’ll call you back as soon as I get done though okay?”

“Then we sing again?!,” Aida asks leaning closer to the camera with hands splayed on top of the piano.

“Yes, we can sing as many times as you want. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you smile.

“Love you bestest!,” your daughter giggles bringing her hand to her mouth to blow quite possibly the most over the top kiss you’ve ever seen.

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years ago

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Iris

Pairing: Choi Saeran/Reader, 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character

Description: Was there faith in a false paradise with a savior that spilled honey sweet lies to make you agree? There is no life to be found amongst those in a rotting flowerbed, only those clinging to the roots as the world awaits your demise. Why is he still here when others had long been plucked from the dying earth? And better yet, why are you still here after everything, clinging to his roots as if he’ll bring you life? Or is he the one clinging to you?

SE Saeran x Former Believer Reader

Word Count: 6400

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Chapter Eight

There weren’t many chances for you to leave the workroom. When you did, you would aim to do the bare minimum. The bedroom that was connected to his workroom had anything that he’d need to stay in there at all times… a bed, a bathroom, a closet, and anything else that you could think of that a hacker might need to get his work done.

The only thing that he didn’t have on hand was a fridge or a place to keep food. Which is what dictated one of the few tasks that you were in charge of, now. You were the one that was to make sure that he was eating and taking care of himself that way.

You’d realized at the start that as you were starting to get to know him and what he did, that he barely lived off of water, sweets, and the occasional savory snack. You knew this because he would pull the wrappers from his desk drawers, eat something, and then toss the trash away, which would pile up and you would have to clean up.

Unknown was making a mess on purpose and he wanted to demean you and make you feel like some kind of butler or maid. Well, it was a shame for him that you had the habit of keeping all of the spaces you lived in tidy. You once struggled with that, but when you moved into Magenta, it was obvious you needed to clean more to stay content and happy.

You would pick up anything that was sitting out of place and you would make sure that it was meticulously swept up and removed. It took a lot of extra work, but you already spent a lot of time in the gardens trying to tend to messes. It felt good to be able to have some control over the room that you lived in when you weren’t working.

What was the difference in taking care of a few more things on top of that? There wasn’t any real difference when you thought about it. There was always going to be something to take care of and something to mend, and the more that you worked, the less that you thought about being alone and isolated.

Before now, you hadn’t had to cook for yourself. Most of the believers would grab what they needed from the cafeteria if it wasn’t their duty to cook… since labor was shared in paradise to some degree, and everyone had to take care of everyone else.

How else could you not be better than the rest of the world that shunned you? You had to give back to paradise to prove that things were better, right? It had been some time since that duty fell on your shoulders, though. You would spend most of your day working and when you weren’t in the midst of that, you would wander the hedge maze to find solace in isolation.

You were alone, but at the same time, you were free from judging eyes and the stares of a world that thought you were nothing but trash.

Free from prying eyes and judgment, that is.

You worked like a well-oiled machine, everybody in paradise did as they learned their place and became stronger people for it. But, there were some things that you never even had to think about dealing with.

You never had to worry about food or water, that would always be there if you needed to have it within your hands again. You could go and find it when you had a break or when you finished at the end of the day.

Unknown didn’t exactly have that because his duty was meant to be continuous and constant. He couldn’t take breaks. You weren’t even sure that he took breaks when he left his monitors. It didn’t have to make sense he was doing the work of what a team should’ve been doing and you only realized that within the last couple of weeks that you had gotten to know him.

He didn’t have the time to eat or take care of those habits. The only thing that he could do was focus on typing, clicking, and every once and a while, getting up to take a shower and take the shortest nap that you’d ever seen. You didn’t know how anyone could live like that. It just didn’t seem plausible. Underneath that anger was someone who was exhausted, no wonder he was so damn crabby.

How he was continuing to survive in the darkness was beyond you. He would take vitamins that the Savior gave him, alongside his elixir, and he would keep working and working without fail. You had taken great care to scold him for living like that, but he laughed in your face and said that you’d not had the chance to understand just how truly busy he was. He didn’t have time to stop and think or waste his energy.

Still, you figured that he needed to eat something much more substantial than that. So, when you left the workroom to get something to eat, you would take the time to prepare enough to bring it back for Unknown. He might not say thank you, but you always noticed that he would be a little less bitter when he had something to eat.

You’re not you when you’re hungry, who knew?

It was late at night when you entered the kitchen, but you never expected to find anyone in there given the hour. You paid them no mind and they said nothing in return to you as you started to cook and work around the large area. Most believers had a curfew to follow and only a handful of people were allowed to be wandering around at this hour. You had a curfew before you were given this upgraded keycard.

Though, you were allowed to stay out an hour later than everyone else as a gardener, because there would be times where certain blossoms needed to be tended at night. That might’ve been an excuse of some sort, but hey, you never complained about being able to see the moon at its peak. That has always been nice.

Not everyone had the right to view it.

You felt like you were one of the luckiest members of the group. Even if your position was different now, there were luxuries that you had that you never had before.

It was nice to be able to travel around as you wanted, even if your card denied you access to places that were still beyond your reach.

You never thought that you would be able to see these sides of a paradise. Even from the inside out where normal believers could not travel, you would take care to turn your eyes away if you weren’t told that it was okay to see it.

You didn’t want to disrespect the Savior’s trust and faith in you… she had looked at you and told you that she expected a great deal of response. You wanted to be worthy of that, even if you were questioning why things were the way they were. That was to say, why was Unknown treated like this, and you were held to a different standard?

If paradise was great, why was Unknown the only one that could work on this assignment? Why was he working into the ground alone? Why was he able to take his elixir on his own whenever he wanted or needed it? How did he continue living in the darkness knowing that there was nobody there with him?

This form of isolation felt like—

Well, to some degree, you wanted to say that it felt like torture. But, why ever would the Savior put someone in a position that would hurt them? It didn’t make sense. Even if there were things that’d be there to help guide you to salvation that wasn’t always pretty, there was always a kind of reward at the end of the line that tasted so sweet.

For Unknown, you thought as you fiddled with the cooktop and adjusted your hold on the pan in your hand, it seemed like his benefit was being able to destroy the people that wronged him. These people that you didn’t know, that you were just starting to learn more about, these people who had seemingly nothing to do with paradise in the slightest, and yet, they had everything to do with it at the same time.

Ever since Unknown pulled you closer and let you get a first glimpse at what he was doing, you had started to see more snippets of something that he was hiding. You saw the names of these people in the organization he was following, none of the names looked familiar but you weren’t exactly the kind of person that kept up with the rest of the world.

A name was just a name, and without the context for the name, it was just that.

Yoosung Kim, Hyun Ryu, Jaehee Kang, Jumin Han, and… there were two other names in those files he was making but you weren’t allowed to touch them. He told you nothing when you asked about a name that you hadn’t seen before, only that he was taking care of that problem personally on his own. It was nothing for you to get your pretty little head into, he said.

Whoever they were, he was burned and scorned about something that they had done to him. You had no clue what it was, you had no clue what any of them had done to Mint Eye or what they could provide to Mint Eye, but the fact stood that he was keeping information away from your eyes for a reason.

Why was that?

Every time you had questions, you would just keep finding more of them. There was never any answer to be found. You wanted to find solace in your thoughts, but even sitting in the middle of the sanctuary wasn’t bringing you peace. Every week, you would have a moment to stop thinking in the blue rivers of elixir that you took.

But, when the burn started to leave your veins and the world felt desaturated, no part of you felt… right. Perhaps you were just bitter that you weren’t adjusting fast enough to your new position… or maybe it was the fact that you kept butting heads with Unknown whether you liked it or not?

It happened every time you got into a deeper discussion with him. He would push you and you would start to push him back. He would think he had the upper hand, you’d bite your tongue and push through everything to show him wrong. Sure, you respected that he got his job for his skills and talent, but you couldn’t deny that his sorry attitude was the reason why nobody wanted to get close to him.

His attitude of lashing out and hurting others did him…

Well, who were you to judge someone else for being angry? You were just the pot calling the kettle black. Anything that you said about Unknown, you would very well be implying about yourself in the long run. If you said something about him that bothered you, it could easily be said that you hated those things about yourself.

It was like being trapped between a rock and a hard place. It was for that reason that you were trying to see things differently.

You were giving Unknown a chance to show you things that nobody ever got to see. You wanted to see and understand him in ways that only the Savior had seen. Even now, you had seen sides of him that were beyond the angry monster that everyone claimed him to be. You saw someone inside of a melting pot who was on the cusp of grasping at what he desired to hold within his hands forever.

You wanted to know… curiosity would never kill the cat if it gave you the satisfaction of knowing what you wanted all along. You thought of the way that his hand grasped your wrist a few weeks ago, urging you to drink your elixir in front of the Savior until the very last drop was gone and out of sight. He didn’t let you do it yourself…

Any time that you’d drag him out of that room for service, he would always drink until he couldn’t drink anymore and then he would make sure that you did. You felt like he was trying to treat you like a baby but there was always something in his eyes that made you stop and hesitate, even if only momentarily.

What was that look in his eyes, anyway?

Breaking from your thoughts, you found yourself beginning to plate what remained of the food as you always would, taking the time to bundle things out to be easy to carry since Unknown would never come to meet you here to eat. That’s when you noticed that the believer that you saw when you came in was still lingering in the corner of the room.

You met their gaze once again, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see their face from underneath the hood they were wearing. Though you saw the faintest tufts of mint hair, not that it meant anything to you but it was a rare hair color that you didn’t see all that often. Of course, the Savior would want people who were shunned for being different amongst the group as much as she could bring them in.

That, specifically, made sense to you.

You could’ve flaunted your power and made them tell you who they were if you wanted, you were in a position to control others and push them around now. Yet, you didn’t feel compelled to do it at this point. It was only when you were angry and standing by Unknown’s side that you wanted to act on an impulse. That was when control felt delicious.

“C404,” the believer said to you, almost as if they knew who you were. “I hear that you’ve left the gardens to join Unknown on his mission. You must be disappointed to leave the task that meant a great deal to you, huh?”

You raised a brow but continued to pack away the food that rested in your hands. That wasn’t any of their business but you were sure that people noticed whenever someone was spotted walking the building with the one and only believer that was meant to be above everyone else due to his power and skills. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt eyes on your back before.

This was… different, though.

“I am honored that the Savior allowed me to join Unknown,” you responded, automatically without a second thought with a curious nod. “While I am grateful that my duty to paradise was within the garden since I started working my required duties when I recovered from learning my true self… it was far greater to be given the honor in giving back everything I can for our salvation and paradise.”

“Of course,” he said. “Anyone would be warmed by the chance to dedicate themselves to the Savior in such a fashion.”

It was an almost fluid response since every believer knew that they had to think before they said something. You had to know what you were saying, how you going to say it, and what to say after that fact to ensure that nothing got lost in translation. It was a common issue with believers still tainted with the swell that came from living in the world that was outside of the protected area.

You were grateful for your position. You were meant to be and that’s how the rest of the group needed to see it. You didn’t want to be punished for this and you didn’t want to let the Savior down in any fashion. A lot was riding on this, otherwise, it wouldn’t be such a dedicated and laborious duty meant to only be handled by people that the Savior herself trusted to work on.

“I’m afraid I don’t recall you, what’s your number?”

“A306.”

“And your duty?”

“I tend to cultivate and care for the landscape a few times a month. Whereas you tend to the gardens and the flowers, I take good care of ensuring that any expansions and former projects are seen to fruition, be it with the maze or any ground-breaking that will come as the Savior’s private garden is built..”

“We’ve met before, then, haven’t we?”

“Once or twice, but I am nowhere near your skill in giving life to the land itself. I understand why the Savior wanted you to work on this task with Unknown. Because you can assess how to bring light to those lost in the darkness. You can mend any wounds that a flower may have suffered, correct? ”

That was an interesting way to describe what you were doing. You raised a brow at that, but you’d decided not to pay it any mind. It didn’t matter if a believer was curious or not, you knew that it’d never hurt to at least ensure that any possible rumors were met with nothing but the truth of your feelings. You were grateful to be given such a task.

It would be rude to assume that you were given this task as a punishment, or that you were given it because you tricked the Savior or made her believe something wrong. You were thrust into this for a reason by Unknown’s hand, but nobody needed to know that. They just needed to know what the Savior said and nothing else mattered. You knew that to be the truth and you would stick by it until you burned.

You lifted the small bundle into your hands and spared that A306 another look, because you felt like you had seen him before but the memory was so far out of your mind. You didn’t bother to remember faces, names, or anything of that nature… even with those that you worked with in the garden. You were going to end up alone, anyway. You preferred it that way.

It was easier that way.

You spared him a parting look, “Some flowers aren’t able to be saved, A306. You should do well to remember that if you’re trying to take up my former duties. You can give them warmth, praise, and shelter, but if they don’t wish to grow in their condition, then they’ll wither and die whether you’d like it or not. Excuse me, for eternal paradise.”

“I’d like to believe that a flower can be saved, C404. After all, I saw you bring the Daffodil back to life after they nearly died in the condition they were left in. Enjoy your evening, as you were…. For eternal paradise.”

—

By the time that you returned to the workroom, it was still pretty late into the night. You truly expected your boss to be working when you got back, but he wasn’t. He was slumped over the ground with his breath ragged and out of sync. You nearly dropped what you were holding at the door shut behind you and you realized the state that he was in.

He was sick, and nothing had told you that he was before now. Was this just out of the blue? It wasn’t like he had been anywhere recently that could’ve gotten him sick. Was his immune system just weaker than yours this time of year? You didn’t know, but it didn’t seem like this was the time to play twenty questions. Your responsibility was his health.

You set the food down on the couch and rushed to his side, rolling him over onto his back as you lowered your body to check his temperature. You brushed your palm to his forehead and nearly let yourself recoil in shock. He was burning up, and it was the kind of heat that made you feel like it was going to burn off your hand.

His skin was clammy and his eyes were dazed, almost as if he wasn’t even there. You wanted to ask him what happened, but you doubted there was going to be an answer from him anytime soon. It felt like he was unconscious. His hand was limp when you went to check his pulse, but you sighed in relief when you felt the thump in response.

He wasn’t dead.

He was just incredibly sick.

You needed to do something for him even though he might scream at you for trying to take care of him when he was like this. It hadn’t gotten this bad before. He would have coughing fits now and again but never anything to this caliber. This is what you told him would happen if he kept this up and never took a break. You wanted to say you told him so.

But… you knew that gloating was pointless and it would do nothing but add more stress to the situation. You looked around the room, trying to remember what you were supposed to do when someone had fallen sick and that was when you noticed it. There were two bottles of elixir sitting empty on the desk. He had taken two full dosages of his elixir and it was making this so much worse.

Why did he take more?!

The elixir was meant for cleansing and salvation weekly, he had already had his elixir for the week two days ago. You couldn’t believe that he had taken more. Why? Why did he take more when he had no point in doing so? Something wasn’t adding up. Was he trying to reach a higher level of his salvation that way?

Was he trying to find comfort in the numbness that came from it? Was he looking for an answer for why the plan wasn’t working the way it needed to? You had known that he changed some of those plans after you spoke to him last, as he had been muttering that he needed to keep looking to find a person that could help him.

You thought he meant you, as in, finding a replacement for you, but as it turned out, he had been talking about something else. There was another plan going on that you didn’t know about, and it was chalked up to the same thing that you’d heard before. He didn’t need or want you close to his part of the plan, he just wanted you to keep your eyes on the targets as much as you possibly could manage.

You spent all of your time monitoring these strangers on cameras and pilfering facts about their lives whenever you got the chance and relayed that information to him, but there were things that he wasn’t telling you that you couldn’t deny. Things that had to do with the people that his plan were intended for personally. The ones that his vendetta was working against tenfold.

Was that why he was working himself into the ground?

Was that not working out the way that he wanted?

You were irritated that he was keeping things from you when you were meant to be his assistant in the first place. He might have toyed with the line of what it meant to be close, but there were many things that you were on the cusp of demands he tells you. Given the state that he was in at that moment, you weren’t going to let him get away with this anymore.

If he wanted to make decisions that were going to hurt him, fine, but you weren’t about to let it get in the way of everything that he told you about. He told you that this was the ultimate goal of this paradise and he was the one that said that everything had to keep going the way that it was. He was the one that said this goal couldn’t be stopped.

If he wanted this to work properly? He needed to give you more information to make this work like a running machine instead of one that was running on broken screws and rubber bands all the time. So many questions were flooding your mind but all you knew is that you had to make sure that he was taken care of for now.

This is why the next thing you did was drag him into the bedroom so he could lay properly on that instead of the floor. He groaned and hissed whenever you nudged him the wrong way, but you just clicked your tongue and kept moving. If he wanted to be a baby and hurt himself, fine, then you would treat him like a spoiled brat. You managed to remove his jacket to lessen some of the heat that he felt.

Your eyes paused as you realized just how pale his skin was. You hadn’t seen him in the sunlight before but he looked like you could see through to the veins if you were to lift his arms for even a minute. There was a tattoo, as well. You hadn’t seen that before. It looked like he had set the design up himself, but you didn’t know if any other believers had inked their skin with the mark of the group.

How committed was he?

Again, you were left with more questions than answers.

What else was new?

You went to fetch a rag from the bathroom as well as a bucket of water to try and cool him down. You weren’t sure that you would be able to get him to drink anything after drinking that much of the elixir. You always felt parched for hours but nothing ever helped. You accepted the burn as it was a price of salvation, but this was another level of salvation that you didn’t understand the slightest.

Was he trying to prove to his Savior that he was better than everyone else? Was this a ploy to try to seek approval? A lot of factors weren’t making sense but you had to pay it no mind. You had to go and take care of this first. That was more important than anything else. You brushed the bangs off his face and carefully smoothed the rag against his skin.

The elixir burned from the inside out. It would keep burning until you could either pray you slept it off, or you found something to drink that would be so cold you couldn’t think. A shower might have helped but he was in no shape to do that… and you had no way to ensure that you could do it for him. Ice would’ve been nice but you didn’t have any to give him. You doubted he’d agree with that.

The most you could do was sit at his side and keep trying to cool down his skin, touching his pressure points with cool liquid and praying that it worked. It was the only thing that you knew how to do from your childhood, and while it seemed to help a little, his face was still contorted in pain and misery. It sucked, clearly, but he put himself in this position as far as you knew.

“Ugh, Unknown,” you grumbled underneath your breath.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there trying to help him. It could’ve been hours or minutes, but since you had no clock and no windows, you weren’t sure of the hour anymore. You were still very hungry but you couldn’t afford to leave his side if something went wrong. It seemed like this was a rough spot to be in, but you hoped he’d wake up eventually.

At some point, your exhaustion began to climb and you dozed off, only to snap your head up as you felt something grip your wrist. You looked back at Unknown, his eyes staring at you, almost right through you, as foreign tears lingered in his eyes. It was like he was someone else entirely to the man that you knew and you didn’t know why.

The elixir brought out those sides in people but this… this was different than anything that you ever had dealt with.

“Stop… stop… I’d rather be gone,” his voice was raspy and broken, which indicated to you that during the time that you were gone, he had been screaming until his voice was hoarse.

This was an almost soundproof room… no amount of screaming and shrieking would ever be heard by the rest of the people in Magenta.

You never would’ve known, either, not if you didn’t have access to the room.

“What…?”

It sounded like his fever had left him in a state of delusion and delirium. You had never seen any kind of fear in his eyes but this was a genuine fear that he was feeling. His voice couldn’t tell a lie to you if he wanted it right now. You knew better than that. “Don’t go… don’t go… Saeyoung… don’t leave me...”

Who?

Just as you started to remove his hand from yourself, that was when Unknown moved faster than you could react. He slumped forward quickly and collapsed into your chest, his hands barely able to climb to the back of your shirt. The way that he wept made your heart anxious as if you hadn’t been prepared to see this man that challenged you to break down before.

“Can’t… can’t be alone… don’t go… don’t go… don’t go….!”

He told you that he was the strongest of the strong… and yet, he was doing exactly what he said that he would never do. You told yourself once before that you wouldn’t pity him if this were to happen but… you did. You felt horrible for him. You knew what it felt like to scream like that and the rest of the world said it was a needed pain.

You had only ever felt yourself after a cleansing.

You had never seen someone in the aftermath of their own doing. You’d never seen someone cry or beg like this in person. You always ignored the sounds from the basement. This made you feel sick to your stomach, and despite everything, you felt yourself raising a trembling hand to brush against the back of his shirt, trying to comfort him as his tears reduced you to cry.

“I’m not leaving,” you managed the energy to say that much to him. You didn’t have anywhere to go, anyway. Why would you leave now? Even if you weren’t the person that he was begging to stay, you could offer this much. If he didn’t want to be alone, you would give him some company until it subsided. “I promise I’m not leaving.”

Neither of you moved for the longest time. He let you hold him and you held him… it was closer than you’d ever allowed yourself to get to someone in your entire life. Yet, something about it just felt right. It felt like something that you needed to do. You weren’t doing it because you had to, it was something that you wanted to do.

That was saying a lot because you rarely decided what you wanted to do. People always decided your life and its path for you, and that was something that had changed some when you had come to Mint Eye. Even if you couldn’t have everything you wanted, you still got the right to make some choices in how you lived.

And despite how Unknown acted, you wanted to hold him.

The next thing that he did surprised you, in a moment of clarity, he lifted his head and looked at you with those eyes that pierced your soul, “Iris… you were looking at the iris… like a messenger from heaven sent to paradise…”

“...Excuse me?”

"You were worried about the dying iris…”

“The iris?”

“When we met…”

“The iris I planted,” you realized what he was saying after the memory struck you. When you first met him, you had been staring out of the window at the flowers. You had been worried about the tiniest buds in the soil that weren’t growing right. You hadn’t been skipping out on the ceremony, you had been trying to figure out how to heal the iris to keep the garden alive. “You knew what I was doing?!”

His eyes fluttered close as his head came to rest against your chest again. He seemed a little more lucid but his words were slurred and broken. If he was aware of any of this that he was saying at that point, you weren’t sure. “You were... dying iris… saved you… Savior s’gonna… get rid of the g’rde’ers… you’re… iris…”

She was going to get rid of the garden staff?

What?

Unknown had no more answers. He went silent and so did you. There was a lot in his words that you couldn’t cast aside, and yet, for some reason, your heart fluttered when he said the word Iris to you.

—

As you sat there in the corner of your hotel room that had been provided for you, you buried your face into the fabric of your jacket. Someone had picked up the mess that you had made and every detail was back where it was meant to be. A part of you felt bad about it, but another part of you just didn’t care anymore. It had been a couple of days since you had last seen him. You hadn’t let yourself leave the hotel room since that day.

It was a messy reunion.

You said things that you couldn’t process at the time and he blurted out what he was thinking. It wasn’t a beautiful meeting. It was messy… filled with tears, regret, and mistakes. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You felt disjointed, detached, and all wrong. You couldn’t get his face out of your mind anymore. It was like seeing him… brought everything back.

He had changed in every way someone could change, but the crook of his lips was the same, the color to his eyes was the same, and that familiar way he held himself with an awkward gaunt was still there. There was something else in him that you couldn’t explain but all you knew was that those features would flood your mind if you dared to close your eyes.

You couldn’t describe how badly you had wanted to touch him. That’s all you had been thinking about the guilt you felt within that was immense. After everything you went through back at that place, you paused only to think of something that you had longed for. You never even had the time to think about what Unknown—no, Saeran—wanted. You just wanted to hold him and not let go.

But, you saw the discomfort in his body and the pain that he was feeling. You knew that you had no right to make him give you something like that. He didn’t ask for the jacket back, but he knew that you had kept it. You kept it and hissed at anyone that tried to take it away from you back in the hospital. It was the only thing you had left of him because he was no longer there to keep you company.

Your therapist had commented that it was almost an unhealthy attachment that you had to it simply because you would yell at anyone who touched it that wasn’t you. You just didn’t want his scent to be gone anymore and you didn’t want to live in a world without him. You knew it was an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it was the only thing that brought you peace of mind when you had panic attacks.

Saeran…

You finally had a name.

What a beautiful name it was. You wanted to hold onto it and never let go.

He trusted you with something that he never trusted anyone… for reasons that you still weren’t sure of. Maybe it was because that added a layer of security that others simply couldn’t deny? He’d never had to worry about people knowing him as he was if they only knew a mask, and you found comfort in knowing that only you saw something that nobody else ever could.

Back at Mint Eye, labels didn’t matter so much anymore. Names didn’t matter so much. Every believer and every person could exist in some capacity away from the identity that they once had in the outside world, and with Unknown, you had found there was one shred of comfort in that fact.

Anonymity wasn’t so bad.

It protected you from people who could cut through to the soul and see the parts of yourself that you were afraid of or that you hated. That’s why when he decided to call you Iris and give you that new name, you felt like you could live stronger than you ever had.

It was a name given to you not because it was forced, but because it was a gift. Unlike the name that you were given at birth, this was a name that was given to you without the need for it to be something that you were required to have. It was given as a token of something that couldn’t be denied.

You’d never gotten gifts like that.

Unknown hadn’t been the kind of man to give something out to people without wanting a gift or task in return. Yet, he gave you something without expecting anything. It had changed the way you had started to view him tenfold. You stopped looking at him as someone cruel, and you’d started to see him as someone who was suffering just as you were.

Lonely… angry… isolated…

You felt a kinship with Saeran unlike anything else that you’d ever felt and that’s why his feelings had meant so much to you. But, now that you were beyond the walls of Mint Eye and things had changed, you wondered if those feelings had been real. So many of the things in that place were a farce and built on lies, but…

You didn’t want to believe your love for Saeran was a lie. You didn’t feel like it was a lie but a part of you was so scared that it had only been because you had no choice but to stay together, and it was a matter of survival, maybe. Realistically, you knew better than that, but it didn’t stop the fear from hounding you nightly.

What was real?

What was fake?

Again, you felt like you were in that place where you were only going to be hounded by questions and never the answers that you wanted to have. Maybe you weren’t ever going to know everything that you wanted, but this was a step in the right direction, right? If he was willing to give you his name, that meant that he hadn’t given up.

It meant that he may have wanted to see you again. Just as you had wanted to see him again… by giving him a way to contact you or track your phone if he wanted. He hadn’t used it yet, but you were holding out for it. It might’ve happened. It might not. You just wanted the reason to have some hope.

You were, at the very least, happy that he was looking healthy.

One time, he had woken up from a nightmare after you had managed to get him to go to sleep in the bed with you. You had curled into his side and dozed off, only to wake up when he jolted up and began to breathe heavily. He hadn’t said a word but you could hear him grumbling and very much hissing things underneath his breath.

You tried to ask him what was wrong, but he slapped his jacket over your sorry excuse of pajamas and took you outside to the gardens. You had both sat there in the dirt, looking up at the mirror as he tried to catch his breath. It was obvious that he was recovering from a panic attack but you knew better than to pry.

After a while, he had admitted that he hated being confined to the darkness. He bore it because it made him stronger but he missed the sun. He was doing all of this so he could have the right to see the sun again. He couldn’t have the sun in that tiny room, but he could have the moon if he edited the entry and exit logs before the Savior checked them in the morning.

He was claustrophobic, you realized.

Seeing his face kissed by the sun… seeing faint traces of freckles… you had felt yourself begin to cry as you left him that day. He had finally gotten to see the sun. That’s the only thing that you could focus on at that moment. He had gotten what he wanted. You just wished that maybe someday, it would be okay for you to join him in that wish.

As you pondered these things, your phone began to buzz and you stared at it as a message relayed something that you hadn’t expected to see today. You were exhausted, tired, but you couldn’t bring yourself to avoid answering this specific text. There were only three people in this world that knew this phone number that you had, and only two of them had contacts in your phone now.

Unknown Number : It’s me.

Iris : Saeran?

Saeran : Yes.

Saeran: I hope it’s not a bad time.

Iris: It… It could never be a bad time when I’m talking to you.

Iris: What’s up?

Saeran : I was wondering… what ice cream would you recommend?

Saeran : I remember you talking fondly about your favorite flavor.

Iris : For a post-panic attack breakfast or a dissociate milkshake party?

Saeran : …

Saeran : Both?

Iris : I have just the flavor, then.

Saeran: :)

Despite everything, you found yourself smiling.

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One Shot ~ KSJ [Request]

⎇⎇⎇ Word Count: 3K

⎇⎇⎇Genre: Mafia Au, Angst? AU, with a little fluff

⎇⎇⎇Pairing: MafiaLeader!Kim Seokjin x reader

⎇⎇⎇Warning: mentions of murder, prositution, death, blood, violence

⎇⎇⎇A/N: I always have fun with mafia writings oh god, hope this is okay for you though sweetie

Jin was higher up in the Mafia chain than most people in his business but that was he practically owned it but he had to work his way up to the top, it wasn't all shaking hands and doing deals with the wrong kinds of people, no, it was hard work. Sometimes dangerous work resulting in deaths but never in Jin's case, no one died under his watch but those who messed with him and his men did which is how he became one of the most feared Mafia leaders in Seoul.

"Afternoon sir, we weren't expecting you here today." A tiny man in an all-black suit said as Jin walked through the underground-casino that night. Casino's were still highly illegal in Seoul that's why he was running his casino underground, although most of the police force was under his payroll he still wanted to be careful with everything that he did not want to grease too many palms and have it be too suspicious.

"I told Mark I would be coming, where is he?" Jin asked buttoning up the blazer he was wearing and looking around the dull hallway, Lee Mark was one of the people that worked under Jin, in charge of what happened in and around the casino since Jin couldn't be there 24/7.

"He's with someone right now, I'll let him know-"

"Was I mistaken, I thought I ran this business not Mark." The man nodded and Jin made his way into the office ignoring the scared looks he was getting from people around him. He was used to people fearing him since he was so high up but he wasn't about to let Mark think that just because he ran the casino he could do whatever he wanted, he opened the door and found Mark sitting at his desk.

"And secondly the next time- Oh. Sir, I didn't know you would be here so soon." Jin slowly walked into the room to sit at the desk beside the girl that Mark had been talking to. You looked up to see another male presence in the room and you got up from the chair, giving him a quick bow and turning to look at Mark who was eyeing you up and down.

"I expect you to be ready in half an hour, don't be late." He barked and you promptly left the room not wanting to get yelled at anymore. Jin had watched you from the moment he entered the room, your hands were shaking and you were playing with the skin at your fingertips a sure sign you were nervous about something.

"Who's that?" Jin asked acting as though he wasn't bothered that you were so scared but secretly wanting to know who you were and what you were doing with Mark in his office.

"One of the works, being late as usual but I've informed her if it happens again she will lose her job." Jin cleared his throat as a sign of understanding but he didn't believe mark for even a second so he began looking around the disgustingly small office and then back at Mark who was sitting there in his suit,

"Are we going or what?" Jin snapped and Mark was up on his feet in a flash rushing around the office and getting ready to show Jin around the casino. He was only there to see how business was going he didn't need to be friendly or wait for a drink but he did want to find out more about you. You looked way too innocent and scared to be working in a known Mafia Casino and you looked far too scared of Mark to know anything about Jin so he assumed Mark was feeding you lies about who he was and what he did and Jin was going to find out one way or another.

The tour of the casino was boring as it always was whenever Jin had to come and check out what was happening but he kept himself entertained by acting as though he was mad about something inside the building, just to keep Mark on his toes.

"Mark, I think I can go to the toilet on my own," Jin said as Mark started following him in the direction of the men's bathroom, Mark nodded in agreement trying not to seem awkward,

"I-I'll go and wait by the bar sir, with your usual drink?" Jin nodded and watched as Mark scattered away in the direction of the main bar inside of the casino, for a Friday night it was unusually quiet and Jin didn't like it. He had a weird feeling about but he couldn't place his finger on what it was so he began walking towards the bathrooms, hopefully, to run into some workers and question them about what was happening and why no one was around when he ran into someone else. Your heel snapped as you fell backwards and you could have sworn you broke your ankle as well from the sound it made,

"Shit, I'm so sorry! I was in a rush and I wasn't looking and I-" As soon as you locked eyes with the man that was helping you to your feet you began bowing repeatedly, avoiding eye contact and staring down at the ground. Jin looked at you as you sat on the floor, you were wearing a black cocktail dress with black heels and he knew for a fact that dress would cost more than a years salary at the casino,

"You know who I am then?" You nodded in silence remembering everything that Mark had told you about him and Jin. Jin was someone you never wanted to mess with if you valued your life and the same went for Mark, they could kill you if they really wanted to and no one ever know anything about it.

"Do you not speak? I mean, of course, you do I just heard you swearing..." You nodded in silence once more and Jin sighed not liking this, he wanted you to speak to him he wanted to hear your voice or at least know your name and that's when he spotted your clutch bag on the floor.

"Here," He bent down to pick everything up and found your ID on the floor so he quickly remembered the name and date of birth before handing you the bag back.

"Your heels." He groaned finding the red-back shoes snapped, now he knew you didn't work for them because no one under his pay could afford shoes like that unless they're were him or just below him.

"I'll have them replaced for you,"

"No, no...It's fine. I'll just-" You stopped once you locked eyes with Jin and you stayed staring into one another's eyes for a couple of moments,

"I'll send a new pair to mark." Your eyes widened in fear and Jin knew he'd struck a nerve with it so he knew there was something off with you and Mark but he didn't want to press you on it,

"Please don't. It's fine. I'll glue them please don't tell mark." You stuttered out and he nodded his head slowly,

"I could keep you safe, he's afraid of me." He mumbled but you pretended not to hear it so Jin moved on,

"Just be careful." You nodded and rushed out of the way going back up to your room inside of the casino to look for some super glue, Jin was nothing like Mark had told you he would be. He wasn't evil and didn't start screaming at you for making eye contact with him like Mark said he would, you stared down at the shoe wondering how you were going to explain it to Mark if he ever found out you couldn't tell him it was because you walked into his boss.

"Tae, find me everything you can on Y/n Y/l/n, yeah I'll text you her birthday," Jin said as he watched you walking down the hallway, as soon as you were out of sight in walked into the men's room to wash his hands. He faced himself in the mirror and shook his head at himself, he couldn't get you out of his brain and he wanted to know what you were doing inside of the casino. The door creaked open and he looked over to see a bathroom attendant walking inside,

"Mr Kim Seokjin, so good to see you." He smiled at the younger man,

"Jimin, still working here? Mark hasn't promoted you yet?" Jimin shook his head and handed Jin a towel,

"Why is no one here Jimin?" He could be frank with Jimin, he was younger than him and he'd been one of the most loyal workers for Jin since he started his own casino,

"Mark's been firing people all over the place, and he's starting to bring in different people all the time, people who aren't meant for Casino business...Renting out hotel rooms for nights or hours at a time if you get what I'm saying..." The cogs began to click inside of Jin's head once he head that rooms were rented out for hours, he was running a prostitution ring in his casino business.

"Highing out women?" Jimin nodded and Jin looked down at his phone texts were coming through from Taehyung he's hacker back in the offices and he knew he was going to have to look through them soon but he was already running late to meet Mark at the bar.

"The girl he's always with, who is she?" Jin asked quickly looking at Jimin who was slightly taken back at the question,

"She's just someone who hangs around with Mark, been with him for a couple of months now." Jin nodded and then thanked Jimin,

"I'll be in touch soon okay?" He walked out of the bathroom and began reading through the information that Taehyung had found on you and it was quite interesting, to say the least.

Jin stormed over to Mark at the bar trying not to come across mad but it was hard to when he was hearing all of the things that were happening within his business he wanted to play it cool as if he didn't know anything.

"I've been doing some thinking about the business," Jin said sitting down at the bar and looking at Mark, you were now sitting behind Mark on a bar stool sipping on a drink and staring at the floor once again. Your heels were now fixed and you were back to being the shy girl you were when Jin first walked into the casino.

"What about it?" Mark asked looking at Jin who smiled at him before looking around at the empty bar,

"What if we introduced something new?" Your ears picked up and you tried to listen in to the conversation without making it obvious but Jin could tell you were listening,

"Like what?" Mark was interested in where this was going now, maybe Jin was starting to get onto his level of business thinking.

"What if we started renting out hotel rooms by the hour...letting mail clients come and find a companion." You stared at Jin, that was already happening inside of the casino you knew that and you didn't even work there so surely the boss should have known.

"That's a good idea, we could even find our own girls." Jin hummed and looked at you, you looked terrified and Jin knew what Taehyung had found out was true as it always was.

"I'll tell you something Jin, I've already been doing it and I wasn't going to tell you but I figure if you're more than willing to go-" He didn't have time to finish because Jin smashed his head down onto the bar and pinned him down.

"You're already doing it inside of my business?" Mark whimpered and nodded, his nose was bleeding and he was crying out for Jin to let go of him, you stumbled knocking the barstool out from under you and Jin stared at you.

"Has he touched you?" You shook your head and looked at Mark who was now being forced to look at you, you stared at his bleeding face and felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing him all beat up like that,

"Did you dad really sell you to him?" You nodded again and Jin tightened his grip on Mark's arms smashing his head against the bar once again,

"Go into my pocket and call the last number on my phone." You did as you were told and called the number holding the phone up to Jin's ear,

"I want him taken care of if I have to do it myself I will." You didn't hear the other side of the conversation all you saw was a gun being withdrawn from Jin's front pocket and being placed on the back of Marks's head before he was shot.

You didn't even scream when it all happened which surprised Jin most people were left screaming and traumatized,

"I'm assuming you've seen things like that before?" You nodded at his question as he walked you through to a penthouse apartment, he'd taken you out of the casino after he killed Mark and promised he would clean you up since you were in the splash zone resulting in you being covered in blood.

"My dad, he used to be involved in the business." Jin knew that already but he was glad you were being open with him about it,

"I know, but it's alright. We'll get you washed up, I'll order you some new clothes and you can go home." Your body tensed at the words home, home was somewhere you never wanted to go again.

"Can I come work for you? I'll be a secretary, a cleaning lady anything but going home?!" Jin stared at the panicked look on your face and nodded wrapping his arms around you to try and comfort you and you instantly relaxed against his grasp, he was the first person to show kindness to you in a while.

"I'll get you a job, you won't have to go back." He promised, helping you into the bathroom once the hug was over, he sat you down on the toilet seat and then began running you a bath while you stared at the running water.

"W-Will you help me?" You asked turning your back on Jin to show him the zipper at the back of the dress, his hands went up to the silver metal zip and slowly bringing it down, you grasp the front so you wouldn't flash him and he smiled at you in the mirror.

"Thanks," You whispered turning to face him once again both of you standing in silence the only thing that filled the room was the sound of running water,

"Thank you." You said quickly as he went to turn away from you, he stopped and looked down at you,

"For, getting rid of Mark...He was an asshole." Jin nodded in agreement and looked at you, you seemed a lot more relaxed now that Mark was permanently out of the picture,

"It's alright," Jin whispered, he didn't know why he was whispering but it felt as though he had to, your hands were still clutching onto the front of your dress and Jin stepped closer to you,

"Did he ever hurt you?" You shook your head,

"Just threatened to if I didn't do as I was told." You admitted looking up at Jin and feeling the heat from his body bouncing onto yours, your heart began to beat irregularly and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him but you knew you shouldn't. Jin's mind was in the same place, he stared down at you and wanted to kiss you, there was something about you that drew him in and he wanted you badly,

"Fuck it." He mumbled cupping your face in his hands and kissing you, your hands stayed on your dress but your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you your heart pounding against your chest as though it wanted to come out of it, his arms wrapped around your waist and you dropped your dress wrapping your arms around his neck neither of you cared about the overflowing bathtub behind you but he bent down to pick you up, wrapping your legs around your waist and pressing you against the tiled wall behind you, you let out a loud hiss from the cold tiles and he chuckled.

"Sorry, I forgot about that." You giggled as he held your face in one hand and rubbed your cheek with his thumb,

"I'll never let anyone sell you or buy you again, you'll come work for me as a secretary-" The doorbell to the penthouse went off and he put you down on the floor taking off his blazer and wrapping it around you.

You followed him out there and he answered the door to a younger man dressed in a suit, you'd seen him around the casino before.

"Jimin, glad you could come. Your promotion I mentioned before, it's now. You'll be Y/n's personal guard, she's my secretary." You stared at the back of Jin's head as he spoke and Jimin stared at you with a smirk on his face, you all knew you weren't just a secretary since you were standing in his penthouse apartment in nothing but his blazer which was tightly wrapped around you.

"Yes Sir," Jimin walked back out into the hall and Jin turned around to look at you again,

"Where were we?" You giggled rushing back into the bathroom to turn the water off before you flooded the place but Jin rushed up behind you and took the blazer off your body, you'd forgotten until that point what had happened earlier on in the night,

"I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow." He whispered kissing your exposed shoulder and helping you into the bathtub, you looked up at him and nodded and he got down onto his knees beside the bath rolling up his long white shirt sleeves.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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All The Colors

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Colorblindness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The colors are not always seen but rather felt. Just like Y/N feels the colors through their best friend and boyfriend Corpse. That’s how they realize that what they can’t see is the most beautiful and genuine feeling in the world. The feeling of knowing something and someone so deeply.

Requested by my dear friend Lulu, who you might have known as greenieofshield. Unfortunately she’ll never get to read this fic and I’ll never forgive myself for not putting it out sooner but I’ll also never forgive the universe for being so cruel as to take her away so early. She was one of the best people I’ve ever met, always so full of optimism, always there to brighten up my day and make me smile. Always so strong and brave, never falling victim to the hate she received despite not being deserving of it. The world lost an angel the day she died and I as well as so many other people will forever miss her.

Love you and miss you with my whole soul and hear, Lulu. Hope they’re treating you right in heaven ❤

For what it’s worth, Y/N has never asked people to describe the colors to them. In their eyes that seemed like the equivalent of poorly patching up a wound: they could hear thousands upon thousands of descriptions of each color and still wouldn’t be able to imagine it. The descriptions would only make that worse to them. So to avoid feeling even more like they’re missing out they never asked.

However, that doesn’t mean they haven’t developed their own way to ‘visualize’ and imagine colors throughout the years. They’ve tried loads of different methods, few of which stuck around and not for long either. That is exactly why they frequently used to tell their friends: “You can’t paint me a rainbow with black and white and shades of grey and expect me not to feel like I’m missing out on something. Paint me the gloomy sky on a rainy day and only then we’ll be even cause you’re seeing the same greys I am.”

Little did they know how drastically their logic was about to change in the following years.

Speaking of said following years - they met Corpse who became one of their best friends in practically no time. And within just a few months of that friendship’s blossoming, a romance sparked. A romance their friends would jokingly refer to as ‘romance of a lifetime’. Maybe it was said jokingly but Lord knows they weren’t wrong in saying so because the two were completely head over heels for one another -s till are to this day - and never shied away from showing it.

Y/N and Corpse met through Rae who Y/N was staying with while on a little vacation to Los Angeles. To be even more specific here, the two met through a game of Among Us, the game responsible for many wonderful friendships since its release.

“Guys, guys, guys.“ Y/N said after sparking up a bickering session for falsely accusing ‘blue‘ of faking a task in Navigation during the final round for the day, “Here’s a little rule of thumb for whenever we play together again: don’t trust me if I accuse a color instead of a name.“ It’s safe to say that statement rose a few eyebrows in the Discord call, the confusion serving as amusement to them before they explained themself, “Oh, why that is? Hm, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m colorblind.”

Rae who was in on the scheme the whole time and was struggling to hold in her laughter finally snapped while the rest of the players were left processing the information that had been dropped on them.

“But you practically kicked our ass every single round?!“ Corpse said, amazement and confusion in his tone.

“Expect the unexpected from this schemer, take it from someone who’s known them for a decade now.“ Rae said, winking at her friend from across the room. Not failing to notice the blush on their cheeks while doing so though.

“Corpse, are you calling me a good liar?“ They poked a stick at him teasingly, desperately avoiding Rae’s gaze which widened the second she realized why her friend was so flustered by Corpse’s remark.

“Practically a con artist.“ He replied to them with a laugh, earning one from them in return.

And so they practically conned him into falling in love with them with their quick wit, sarcasm and cuteness. If someone is to ask Corpse if he expected to fall for Y/N, he’d probably say yes.

“They were like a magnet the moment they entered the lobby and started talking.“ He said once on a live stream in response to a question he received in the chat regarding Y/N, “It wasn’t hard at all, falling for them. What took me a while was realizing it. While I was referring to them as ‘best friend’ all my friends were rolling their eyes and going ‘Sure, bud.’ Just took me a bit to realize why.”

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to grasp what his heart was actually screaming at him. Good thing they came to terms with it so soon too, otherwise they would’ve driven their friends insane.

Anyway, enough about what happened and what could’ve happened under one circumstance or another, what matters is the ‘here and now’ of their relationship. And trust me when I say it has never been better and it keeps getting better every day.

The beauty of what those two have is in the tiny every day things that they do for each other, the good morning texts even though the other person in probably just in the kitchen making breakfast while the other cannot find it in them to get out of bed; or it’s laced within the calls between them when neither of them are home or at least one of them is out and about, busy with a task they’ve probably been putting off for far too long. Don’t get me wrong though, the romantic gestures aren’t rare either. Random gifts are exchanged by them on regular intervals but one consistent and super romantic gesture that repeats a few times every year (of the two years they’ve been dating) is Corpse giving Y/N a bouquet of flowers.

A detail Y/N couldn’t help but take notice of was the fact that the bouquet was always made up of the same flowers with only small changes to the arrangement of them and maybe some tiny ones added too. Unfortunately, they aren’t artificial so they couldn’t have kept them thought they wish they could’ve. That being said, it goes without saying that those flowers mean the world to Y/N, the gesture actually - they know flowers are a common gift to give but anything they receive from Corpse is so special and makes them feel like the only person who’s ever received such a gift.

And so they got curious, they had to ask. They had to ask the question they never thought they’d actively ask considering their view of the topic. But they still did.

“Hey Corpse.“ Y/N spoke up out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen over them while they watched the movie they were only partially interested in given how exhausted they both were from devoting themselves to their respective tasks and responsibilities throughout the last few days.

Corpse hummed in response, the arm wrapped around their waist doing a little motion as if encouraging them to continue, his gaze immediately traveling down to his partner.

“What color are the flowers?“ They asked, gazing at the bouquet - a gift they had received from him for their birthday a few days prior - in the vase on the dining table.

They waited a few seconds but when they didn’t hear nor feel any sort of response from him they couldn’t help but look up at him. Upon doing so, they saw his small smile as his eyes too remained on the bouquet. “They’re black and white.“ He replied eventually, “Black roses and white daffodils.“ His gaze wandered away from the vase and down to meet theirs, “I don’t want you to think I’m seeing them in their ‘full beauty’ while you only see them in black and white. You are seeing them in their full beauty and not missing out on anything. They are absolutely beautiful black and white as they are.“

As a response to his answer, Y/N couldn’t suppress the growing smile on their face no matter how hard they tried. So they didn’t try at all, they let the smile lighten up their face before speaking up: “You’re a wonder, Corpse.” They said, pushing themself as upright as they could to be able to kiss his cheek. “However, you’re wrong.” They say when they pull away, smirking up at his confused expression, “My world was black and white until you came into it. You’re all the colors, Corpse. Your love’s red, joy’s yellow, sadness blue, chaos green. Love red. You’re all the colors and out of all the people that have tried to describe to me how they look, you have managed to do that just perfectly without even trying.”

Little did they know that’s exactly what he thinks of them - their world is black and white because all the colors live within them. Because they are all the colors.

And maybe they both are, seeing as how they came into each other’s lives exactly like the rainbow after the pouring rain.

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 years ago

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Choices Not Made (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: “Daisy Johnson x reader where they grew up in the orphanage together and they’ve just been through everything together. Maybe the reader has super speed and at the end of season 3 when Lincoln was about to sacrifice himself the reader speeds him off the quinjet and is just like protect daisy and reader sacrifices themself on the plane with hive”

She wept, she cried, she howled in pain. She only cried as none of her friends moved to help or comfort her as they all stayed in their own version of grief, for the most part, it was just standing in shock and looking at their friend as she broke down with no control whatsoever.

“No…no…no” She repeated, as if saying those words over and over again would stop the pain and would undo what had just been done.

As if it would bring you back from the dead, from the vacuum of space.

The rational part of her knew that it wouldn’t. She knew that you weren’t coming back, you were gone. You weren’t coming back.

And it all had to do with Grant Ward once again.

“Ready?” She asked you as you waited with your new team; the Secret Warriors was your name. Bit comic book like to you, but it fit the occasion.

“Ready.” You confirmed to your sister figure as she burst the wall open with her power and you all stepped into the room.

You all had powers in your team, you shared a power with another inhuman called Elena; Daisy was quick to assure you that it didn’t make you obsolete. Besides, Elena was alright, when you got to know her.

Daisy and you had a joke about her being your new best friend. It was in jest, but you both still assured each other that it was in fact a joke, despite both knowing that already.

You had both been through everything together; Ward’s betrayal, being shot and saved by an alien drug when you were both eager to prove yourself to the team that you were more than just a pair of hacker’s, that you could both be agents of SHIELD.

Then, it was the biggest change in both of your lives, becoming Inhumans. You were lucky with yours, as you had never known yours. Through this, however, Daisy found her family. You were happy for your friend; you did, however, worry about losing her to them.

That was how you got the last name of Johnson; her parents, despite some mistrust, did allow you to take the name and became some misguided (as you learnt) and mislead parental figures to you.

That led to the whole Afterlife situation, where you both were torn between these new people and the people that genuinely cared for you and loved you as their own.

“Your bond with Y/N is strong, Daisy. I’m sorry I doubted it them. There are a part of this family as much as you are,” Her mother’s words brought tears to Daisy’s eyes, “Just….don’t do what I did.”

“What?” Daisy asked, worried about her mother’s next words.

“Do take pleasure in having then in your life. Just don’t expect it to be forever. As, one day, they won’t.” Her words hit Daisy like a truck; more tears threatened to fall, and a few had as she tried to take the words on board fully.

“I will.” She promised her mother.

That was what led to what reassurances she gave to you and you gave them in return as you caught onto what she doing. You had been doing it for a while, but you hadn’t let that known to her, fearing that her learning that would come across as pity and ruin your bond.

You knew that, one day, one of you would go first to whatever was next in life (if anything). You had made your peace with that; Daisy, you knew, hadn’t. You didn’t hold it against her, but you knew that one day it would happen.

The mission seemed to be on track, you were doing what you needed to do; however, when Daisy both turned, she were met with something entering her body as she gasped for air.

Finally, it was stopped, and she let out a breath again. She felt powerful, She felt good.

She then acted like nothing had happened, you only figured it was adrenaline from the mission.

However, you were wrong; very wrong, as she then brought the base almost completely to the ground as she walked through it and used her ability against her family rather than in aid of it.

“Y/N, no!” Coulson yelled as he pulled you back and held you in his grasp firmly, despite your efforts to get out of it. You begged, begged to be let go and be allowed to go after your sister in hopes of bringing her back.

“We will get her back, Y/N. We will, I promise you.” You knew he rarely made promises; so, you knew he would do anything and everything to make this one be fulfilled.

You, however, also had your own plan of how to do that.

Daisy taught you all you knew about hacking, that was led to you trying to trace her phone. While, normally the bad guy wouldn’t want to be followed in any way. Hive seemed to have other plans; Daisy’s phone was still on and still sending out a signal.

It didn’t make sense to you, why take her and then have her keep her phone on. Still, it was the only lead you had on her, so you dug further; you cracked into her phone.

What you found, however, was a text message that hadn’t been sent yet. Curious to find what it was, you opened it.

It wasn’t sent, only typed out; numbers littered it. After looking at them for a moment, you realised what they were.

They were coordinates.

You bit your lip; you could show this to Coulson and get a team sent there. But you also knew that in doing so, a bunch of agents would most likely be killed.

Besides, Daisy wouldn’t write these in if she didn’t know you’d find them.

So, you closed your eyes and let out a breath. You then left to get a bag. You knew, with the chaos that they wouldn’t notice you leaving until it was too late.

You were gone a few moments later.

You had found your old van, SHIELD had just dumped the thing, so you thought, “What the hell?” and took it to go to the coordinates.

It wasn’t too long of a ride, but you were still thankful for the van. As you drove, you thought about the memories you and Daisy had of here; when you were more naïve about the world and saw it mainly through black and white and not the grey that it actually was.

You arrived, finding the reincarnated version of Grant Ward staring at you, illuminated via your headlights.

You turned the key in the ignition, killing the van. You took one more breath before you stepped out the van.

You rose your hands up to show you had no weapons on you as you slowly walked towards him.

“Y/N Johnson. Daisy wanted you here. She wanted you to be together again; siblings in arms.” He said, you only kept a distrustful face.

“I can see why, now. The speed you have, it’ll come in use with what we’re trying to do.” He said as he circled you like a predator.

“Do what you need to do, I just want to make sure my sister is safe.” You said, letting some emotion into your words.

“Very well.”

The next moment, your brain seemed to have a switch flipped. You felt powerful, you felt good. You felt like he was the man you had been missing the whole time as a leader and a friend.

Skye was the first to wake up from her sleep; she shot up, panting for breath as she looked around her new surroundings in fear. Once she saw the giant eagle logo, however, she knew she was home. She was home, she was fine; she was safe. Well, for the most part, anyway.

Then she looked to the next clear room that held you in it. You, however, weren’t awake yet. She gulped, memories coming back of what had happened; of one of your best friends dying as he tried to save you from you own reckless ambition of saving the world from HYDRA and Raina.

It had cost him his life; but, as you laid there, she let out a breath that it hadn’t taken you away. Her sibling was still there. That was all that mattered to her as she walked over to the wall that connected you both, room wise. She put her hand to the glass plane, an old trick one of you used to do when going out on a “mission” from your van.

It was a gesture; a promise to come back ok and to be vigilant.

She knew you couldn’t put your hand there in reassurance, but she knew that soon you would be able to. She knew you would make it, as you were here physically with her. The team had brought you back and put you in the room and not zipped you up in a body bag.

She took solace in the knowledge that you were there and alive. It was enough for a moment to distract from the trauma. To know that, at least, you’d help each other through it and to the other side.

“Y/N did what?!” Coulson almost yelled in anger and concern for you when May had reported to him of your actions. He had watched the footage almost countless times now, each time acting as if he can change your fate; change the choice you make.

He saw you look at the phone and consider something, before walking back to your room. When May had hit play instead of fast-forward, you were walking to the exit and not looking back. Instead, you had a look of conviction in your eyes as you walked through those doors. He continued to watch as you then left like it was no big deal.

“Anything from their phone?” He asked, desperate to find you and to bring you back before you did something you’d regret.

“Nothing, they killed it either before or after they left to go to their destination.” She gravely informed her friend. Said friend then slammed the table in frustration; you both were like children to him. So, losing not only that, but two of his biggest and most trusted players had dealt a significant blow to both his own morale and the morale of the others.

Two of their closest friends were gone and taken by someone who had become nothing more than a monster. Now that monster was back to haunt them one more time, it seemed.

“What about Daisy’s?” Coulson asked next; May knew the situation was desperate, but she didn’t bank on Coulon forgetting that he taught you guys how to go dark when needed.

Granted, your methods of doing that this time were a little more extreme. But, still, the point still stood.

“I think they’ve crushed their phones.” Coulson raised his eyebrows at that; ok, now things had gotten serious when you broke phones, he had gotten for the two of you.

“I bought them those phones.” May rolled her eyes at her friend; jesus, sometimes the three of you were made to click together as the father-children trio you had become.

“Coulson, focus. We need to find out their next move.” May said, moving towards the man to get him to sober up and focus on what mattered now.

Obviously, she too was concerned for you both as a mother would. But, right now, she was thinking as an agent; the mere act of doing so helping her process all of this and put it away for later.

You were under Hive’s sway, there was no denying that. You were loyal to the thing, to the death if need be. You too felt like you needed to free everyone and that this would be the best way of achieving that goal.

However, he did give you some breathing room and allowed you to still be close to Daisy and her to be close to you. He knew how loyal both of you were to the other, so he saw an opportunity to definitely keep you under his hold. He let you work together instead of apart.

“SHIELD never really let us work this much together,” You said, confiding in him, “They let us work together during crisis jobs; like Inhumans being nabbed or our secret warriors thing. But….other than that –”

“You can work together as much as you want here. You don’t have to be afraid of that Y/N, your sister and you will never be apart again.” He told you in his monotone voice, but there was a part of you that found it caring.

“Thank you.” You said, seemingly now more in debt to the thing than last time you spoke. His promise to keep you together made you feel more want in helping him with his mission.

You were pretty much the platonic version of whipped for someone.

“Y/N.” You turned to your sister at her words, “He wants to see us.” She told you; you nodded following her to help in any way you could.

You found him, sitting in an almost angsty pose.

“Alisha said you wanted to see us?” She asked for the both of you as you approached him.

He looked up to you as he spoke, “You and I share similar paths. We were both created by outside forces.” He said, his words confusing you both.

“We don’t follow.” You told him, knowing how you both felt about his words.

“My powers were given by the Kree, yours by SHIELD. They’re the ones who made us.” His words unsettled you both.

“W-why are you worried about SHIELD?” Daisy asked him in slight concern.

“Because I’m curious if you can defeat what made you both.” Ok, now his words definitely unsettled you both.

“The people at SHIELD are our friends.” Hive seemed to have expected that.

“Friends who will turn on you both, who will try to sabotage the connection we share. And the bond you two possess. Y/N told me about how SHIELD kept you two apart at times. Don’t you feel better being together here? Supporting one another? Always knowing the other is safe?” His words hit you both, hard.

“They only do that because they don’t understand, but they will if we can make them share our connection and understand that Y/N and I are better together.” Daisy argued her point.

“You want to put your friends through the Kree experiment?” Hive asked you both.

“Once Radcliff has worked out the kinks, yeah.”

“And what about you and Y/N? To them, you’re dangerous siblings together.”

“We’ll show them we’re capable. We always have been. We’ve been through worse.” You argued, firmly. Sure, you could sway your friends to that point of view.

You had both been ordered to capture a live Kree to start the experiments. You both went to comply with that order with little to no issue. As you had said, you had both been in fights together before, never letting the other do it alone.

So, while Daisy used her power to immobilize the thing, you sped around it to cause distraction to give Daisy the time she needed.

“Good job, friends.” Doctor Radcliff told you both, but he was nervous around you now after seeing what you could both do to him if he didn’t comply with Hive’s demands.

“It’s nothing new.” He wanted to ask more, but just left it alone for now. Respecting the fact that you both just worked well after a while of knowing one another.

That was when Mack had shown himself to the two of you.

“They’ll be coming with me.” He said in a strong voice, blocking the exit. Despite your powers, he was banking on the old you still being in there somewhere. The one that would never hurt any of your friends.

“I told Fitz to stay away.” Daisy said, reiterating her words to your brother figure.

“No can do. Not when my partner and friend needs help.” Mack replied with, softening his voice.

“We don’t need your help. We’re fine, Mack. Always have been, always will be.” She said, sticking up for you both.

“There’s plenty of evidence here to the contrary.” Mack gestured to what you were doing to the Kree and with Hive.

“You don’t understand. We’re doing this to help you.” Daisy said in response as she pulled you with her. She knew that, if it went south, you’d be there to help her in case she went down and vice versa. You were always there when she needed you, just like she was when you did.

“And how is murdering a blue alien gonna help me?” Mack asked.

“It’s the only way to save you,” Mack looked at you both with soft eyes as you continued, “We’re going to turn you into an inhuman.” She said with a smile.

That soft look died and was replaced by concern, fear and anger as he spoke, “This isn’t you.” His voice, though, stayed soft.

“I know this is hard for you to hear, but this is us. We aren’t lost anymore. Everyone at SHIELD can stop fearing us and stop trying to “save” us.” Daisy said, still speaking for the two of you.

“This is different.”

“Is it? I mean, first SHIELD rescues us from the Rising Tide, and then from my admittedly not-so-great parents, and now, once again, SHIELD has rallied the troops to save poor Daisy and Y/N.” Daisy said, taking a stop towards the man, you shadowed her.

“Because you’re sick. Both of you.” He argued, “That thing is a parasite. It’s messing with your head.”

“That’s what SHIELD’s been doing! Look as us, Mack! You were a mechanic; we were hackers living in a van! And now we’re soldiers?” Daisy was passionate about this. You knew that from Hive, that emotions were heightened. Maybe that was why he put you together, knowing your sibling bond would reach it’s full potential here.

“The world’s changing. We had to adapt.”

“We had no choice. Y/N never got one –”

“Because SHIELD knew they’d follow you –”

“No, SHIELD did that and then they split us up, remember? I couldn’t see Y/N for weeks. Then, when we’re both locked in glass cells, they didn’t want us interacting. They’re afraid of us Mack. But, still, they made us into what they needed.” Your own anger started to boil at the knowledge that you had never really been given a choice. SHIELD had taken advantage of you.

“No. Nobody at SHIELD made you do anything.” Her passionate speech fell on deaf ears.

“But Coulson knew we were lost, two scared kids who didn’t know any better or have anyone else. So, he’d offer up his team of misfit toys to just fill that emptiness.”

“That team cares about you. I care about you.” He said as he took a few more steps forward. As he did so, you took a few of your own, only for Daisy to grab your hand and get you to stop.

“So, what’s that make us? Friends?”

“Friends. Partners.” He assured you both with a smile.

“Bobbi was your partner once. How’d that work out.” She said in a slight sneer, both of you feeling the pain of losing someone who was a sister to you both.

“You know damn well –” You let the rest of the conversation play out as you felt the itch to rush him and get him out. You knew he wasn’t going to agree to your plan to change them, at least not by force.

You’d always like Mack, he was a big brother to you and Daisy. But you knew that in this moment there was no changing his mind.

The body of the Kree dissolved. Like an attack dog, Daisy looked at you. You sped to Mack, shoving him out of the building and onto the cold floor.

“Back up, I’ve got this. You do a sweep.” She ordered you as she quaked Mack’s arm to the ground to block the shot he was going to fire off.

You nodded, going to do just that.

“Skye!” You yelled as you saw her struggling to walk, limping on one leg. You ran over and threw her arm over your shoulder as you helped her get back to the van.

“What happened?” You asked her in concern as you shouldered most of her weight.

“It was setup. Barely got out as you can see.” She said as she let out a humourless laugh that soon turned into a pained groan.

“I got you, I got you.” You assured her as you slid open the van door and sat her on the side.

“I know…thank you Y/N.” She said, genuinely.

“What’re friends for.” You replied with as started to try and mend what you could of her wounds with what you had.

She smiled, feeling lucky to have you as her best friend in her life. One who would always be there when needed.

The trade off for your powers was that you couldn’t use them for very long; if Yoyo (Elena’s nickname you had given her) came back to where she started, you could only go for a few seconds before going at a normal speed.

So, when you finally came back, Mack was gone. But, as you adjusted your eyes to the dark, Daisy was laying on the floor in pain.

“No, no, no, no.” You yelled out as you ran over to her.

Hive then appeared as well, crouching next to you as you pushed Daisy’s hair out of her face and ran your hand through it in an anxious but reassuring motion.

“What happened?” You asked him as tears pooled in your eyes. Your voice cracked as you asked the words.

“SHIELD.” Was the answer you got. But you weren’t really listening. You were just reeling from the fact that you had failed.

You had failed your sister.

“Your efforts were lacking. Your ties to SHIELD are stronger than either of you let on.” Hive said as he looked at the only bag of Kree blood he had in his possession.

“No, I’m done with all that.” You said as you stood in front of your sister, desperate to keep her safe from whatever idea of punishment he had in store for you both.

“We have the blood you need.” You told him, wanting to avoid all that of course.

“We need Kree blood. Pure, actual, Kree blood.” He spat as he turned to you.

“And we have it, pumping through our veins right now. Coulson gave to us to keep us alive when we were shot. Think, Ward would remember that time.” You said, not breaking eye contact with the man that wore the body of your once friend.

He did for a moment, Daisy looked at you with slight worry, but she hid it for the most part and used the pain from being patched up as the excuse for the look on her face.

“He does. You’re correct, Y/N.” He said in resignation.

“So, you want Kree blood,” You held out your arms, “Drain us, then.”

“Daisy, what are you doing?” Coulson asked over the comms as she continued on her mission despite it being completed. She had stopped the threat against the Inhuman, this time anyway. So, why was she still looking for something?

“Be with you in a minute.” She said as she continued through the warehouse; Coulson watched the screen as she continued to do so, watching from the cameras.

She went to a door, pressing her ear against it before going to the handle.

She tried it, but nothing came of it. Locked.

“Ok, then.” She held out her hand, the door was then open the next moment and slamming against the shelves before finally coming to a stop.

“Ok, if I were a file, were would I hide?” She asked as she combed through the room; she opened all the drawers available, only to find nothing. She then heard a gun click and turned to the holder.

As he squeezed the trigger, he was knocked to the ground. She saw you behind him.

“Thanks.” She said in a moment of vulnerability.

“Course.” You replied on autopilot.

“I made a loop of you sleeping. So, if anyone checks the monitors, that’s what they’ll see. We can talk privately.” Daisy said as she made herself appear on Lincoln’s screen in the containment room he was put into.

“It’s good to see you.” He admitted, with a relived smile on his face. That smile then dropped to a concerned look, “Are you ok?” He asked.

“Fine. Just feeling a little drained. Although, not as much as Y/N.” She said; those words got his attention.

“Why not?”

“They’re draining a bit longer; don’t worry, they’ll be fine. They always are.” She said with a soft smile. Lincoln desperately wanted to return it, but then he remembered how protective and willing to go the extra mile you both were with the other.

“What about you? Why are you locked up?” She asked, finally realising the room he was in.

He took a moment before answering, “Honestly? They don’t trust me. They think I’ve lost my mind over you.”

Daisy smiled for a moment as she asked, “Well, is it true?”

“You know you’re the only reason I was ever here. And they know it. Now that that you’re gone…” He was cut off by her.

“I gave you a chance to come with me. We could be together right now, but you said no.”

“I said no to being brainwashed. I don’t want to be with you in that way.” He said in a confrontational tone.

“Do I sound brainwashed to you?” She asked, a little hurt by the accusation.

“I don’t know.” He was honest about it, at least, “I just…I just want to be with you. No Hive, no SHIELD, just….Just the two of us –”

“What about Y/N?” She asked without missing a beat.

“Y/N would follow anyway.” He said, all-be-it a little dismissively.

“Why’d you say it like that?” She asked, slightly angered by his wording.

“Alright, that’s not what I meant. Y/N can come if you want them to. But I just want us to be alone and away from everything; seeing the world. I don’t even know if that’s possible anymore, though.”

Lincoln had company, so Daisy left for a moment as he dealt with it. As soon as the company was gone, she asked him if he definitely wanted to leave. His answer was simple.

“Only if I can be with you.”

When she went out to see the others, she saw you barely being able to stand by yourself; you looked way paler then she had. How much blood did Hive take from you?

However much it was, it wasn’t enough apparently. As he still needed more. That led to him looking to Daisy.

“Y/N is almost out of blood. And I know they mean something to you, so I stopped before they died. This isn’t free, however. As I still need more.” She could read between the lines; she knew what that meant.

That it was her turn to be drained instead.

However, when she left, Hive showed you what had been made from your donation. They looked grotesque, but Hive found them beautiful.

What you knew from your reaction, was that his sway was wearing off on you. You just hoped that it was on Daisy as well.

“I need more.” Hive said as he turned to you. Radcliff looked at you in concern.

“They can hardly take anymore of this!” He yelled, in the time he’d been here, he saw you were different from the others. You had a fight in you to protect the one you came here for. He respected that.

But he also saw you has a human being.

Hive glared at him, “Again, gonna have to go with the doc on this one.” James said, finding it dumb to lose on their own to make like 7 more.

“We aren’t done yet.”

You were in the chair, the world seeming to be either blurry or spinning. You felt like you’d either vomit or pass out. Even Radcliff didn’t want to continue at this point.

He, however, got distracted when he looked out of the window. Outside, he saw Daisy fighting a creature who looked like a beefed-up Smurf.

“Oh, bloody hell.” He cursed before he came over to you, “Come on, we’ve got to run.” He said, as he helped you stand and got you out of the room.

You both stopped when you saw the thing hold a hand over your sister as a blue light absorbed her for a moment before it disappeared. He then turned to you.

You pushed Radcliff back shakily, the man just ran for his life. You got ready to run, but you fell at the last moment.

The last thing you saw, was the creature above you.

You woke up on a soft bed. For a moment, part of you thought it was what heaven would be like. Then, you looked to your left and saw the giant SHIELD logo. You put your head back on your pillow and let out a breath before you sat up slowly.

“There you are.” You heard a raw voice say. You looked over and saw it was Daisy; she tried to smile, but it was only a small upturn of her mouth that showed how relieved she was that you had woken up.

You were nearly taken from her again. But, like always, you had come back to the living. Maybe you were indestructible.

“How are you feeling?” She asked you, folding her arms around herself protectively.

“Feeling better. You?” She nodded.

“Bit better,” Tears came to her eyes, “Oh, god. Everything we did, Y/N just keeps repeating my mind over and over again. It’s a nightmare.” She said as her voice cracked.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” You said, trying to goad her into doing just that. But she fought against you.

“Why were you there?! Why did you track me?” She yelled; what you didn’t know, was that the others had you on screen as they tried to figure out their latest issue with Hive back at base.

“Because I had too! I wasn’t going to lose you to that thing.” You answered easily, you raised your own voice as you did so.

“Look, our time is limited Daisy. I love the others like family, just like you. But, things like this don’t forever. There’s an expired date.”

“There’s not.” She denied, voice cracking even more.

“There is –”

“Don’t talk like that.” She demanded from you.

“One day, one of us will be gone and we’ll have to move and deal with that pain –”

“Shut up! We made a promise to always be friends and stick together! No matter what! So, don’t you give me this nihilistic horseshit, Y/N! Not now.” She was begging; not on her knees but begging you with her shaky and broken voice. The way her bottom lip trembled, and tears rolled down her face.

You were cut off when the man of the hour appeared on screen. Daisy had to be quick with her actions, knowing you well enough to know what your reaction would be.

She cracked through the pod’s security and opened the door. You followed through; however, as she put her hand to the handle to raise the thing, she quickly hit a button to open the other doors. She held out her palm and you were blown through the open door. Your back slammed into the wall.

“Daisy!” You called out as she rose up. She ignored our call.

You knew you couldn’t stop her, but you could do one thing; you could help protect the others.

“Where do you want me?” You asked as you entered the office, seeing your friends all turn to you with looks of either concern or shock.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Jemma asked, walking towards you to support you. You knew the lecture you were going to get, so you just raised a hand up.

“Later, Simmons,” You looked to Coulson, “I might not be Daisy. But I can help. Just…where’d you want me?” You asked again as you put your hands on your hips; just ready for an order.

Coulson sighed, but soon that order came.

“Couldn’t have just speeded us there, could you?” Fitz complained as you, him and May crawled under the floor of the Zephier.

“Fitz, Y/N is still recovering.” She reminded the man. He nodded as he did know, he was just trying to maybe lighten the mood and calm himself a little.

“I know.” Was all he condensed it to.

You were the last to go. Well, you were about to, when May was knocked unconscious and Fitz was held at gunpoint.

The man managed to hold himself, however, as he pulled the trigger and gunned the inhuman down. He then unlocked the pod for Daisy. You finally came out of the floor.

“Y/N –”

“Shut up,” Now you turned those words on her, “We’re in this together. I’m here now, so let’s just do what we can, ok?” She sighed but nodded. Too tired and too worked up about this whole thing to really argue.

That led you all to the Zephier and taking it off. Fitz had offered you his jacket, but you past it onto Daisy. You only gave her a look as she was about to fight you on it. She took it, muttering a small, “Thank you,” as she did so.

It also led you to find Lincoln injured. Daisy was in tears and seeing him, but you stayed back and watched as Jemma and Fitz did what they could for him.

You looked at Lincoln, meeting his gaze; he saw the guilt that clouded your own along with Daisy’s. But he also saw the action you were willing to take.

He lightly shook his head; Daisy saw it and followed his gaze to you.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” She whispered as more tears fell.

“Nothing.” You answered, but you met Lincoln’s eyes again and tried to communicate a simple message by moving between the couple with your gaze. Look after her.

As the team got distracted, Daisy pushed past you and ran as fast as she humanly could.

“I couldn’t stop her.” Lincoln said in guilt. He then looked to you and gestured to your legs. You then remembered your ability. You could probably do one last dash.

You picked him up as the team started to fight; you then sped to the Jet and had arrived there before Daisy had.

“Quick. Do what you need to do.” You said as you looked at the back to try and keep an eye out for Hive. As he did so, you felt the want to pass out hit you again; a wave of nausea.

As soon as he was done, you grabbed him and went on two more trips ; one to take him back to the others, and then one back to the Jet.

You sat in the seat, taking a moment to breath as you did so. You were so close at this point, both to passing out and completing your mission.

You just hoped Daisy would forgive you one day.

As she entered, you kept as quiet as you could. Even when Hive entered, you didn’t warn her. Instead, you watched as she quaked him a little.

She was about to get into the seat, when her face went to shock and horror as she saw you sat in it.

“No –” She was cut off by Lincoln running back in and grabbing her and pulling her out; you sped and punched Hive to distract him before you then closed the ramp and fired the engines.

“NO!” Daisy cried out as Lincoln held her for as long as he could. She struggled in his grasp, finally she quaked him back and ran to main area on the Zephier.

She grabbed the radio, “Y/N…Y/N answer goddammit!” She yelled into it.

Hive was at the back, but not able to get to you; so that was good. You then heard your sister’s voice other the radio.

“Hey…Yeah, I’m here.” You assured her as you continued to climb in height.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!” She continued to keep her voice at the same volume.

“Doing what I need to. As I told you, Dais, we only have a limited time here,” You laughed a little, “Besides, what was it Lincoln said? About all Inhumans having a purpose. Turns out, his was to try a lot of things in this jet. Sorry buddy.” You said as you saw the light blue give into darkness and stars.

You were almost there.

“Y/N, I swear to god. You turn that thing around right now!” She was like a mother scolding a child.

“Sorry, as I said, Lincoln fried a lot of things. In it for the long-haul now.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” She rushed through those words as tears started to fall. Your fate was sealed it seemed.

You continued to climb, the jet rocking a little in the process, “Y/N, please don’t do this. I can’t lose you; I can’t lose my best friend! I can’t lost my sibling!” She cried into the radio. You heard her crackle a little; you were losing signal.

“Look at that.” You said in a happy tone.

“What?” She said as she sniffled.

“You finally said it.”

“Said what?”

“That I’m your sib—” You were cut off before you could finish. And your blip went off.

She was free, but at a massive cost. You were gone; she lost someone she’d had from pretty much the start of this journey and even before she met SHIELD. She had you in her corner, she always had you in that corner.

Now, there was a void there now that would never be filled again. She had lost a member of her family she never thought she would’ve. Granted, any member of that family going would probably have her in the same state.

But, losing you was different; you were her best friend from the start, you were her sibling she called her own first. She was the one she always knew would have her back even when she was in the wrong.

Now, you were gone. Now she was alone in that.

To her, the world was blank; sound was muffled and blurred.

However, she then looked up with her tear stained eyes, she met the eyes of Lincoln. The man looked at her with pained filled eyes. In his mind, it was meant to be him. But you’d pulled the rug out from under him again.

She left a few days after; no note, no nothing. She was just gone, like a ghost. He wanted to go after her. But, after all this, he knew he’d be the last person she’d want to see. She was grieving, as were the whole team.

He did want her home back, though, with her family at some point. He knew her in a van alone would do nothing but make her self-hatred and survivors guilt intensify.

So, as much as he knew she wanted to drink or fight the pain away. He knew she wouldn’t be able to.

All she had know where the memories on you. She might not have thought much about them then. But she sure as hell was going to now. It was all she had left of you.

And she was going to fight for your memory for as long as she lived. In any way she could.

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