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h4rin · 6 years

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mafia!winwin part three really sorry about the wait!! i kinda haven’t had a lot of inspiration the past few months, i hope that the 2k words make up for it ^^

word count: 2212 prompt/s: anon: Could you please do a part 3 on the winwin mafia au? @africanjoon: can I have a part 3 of the Winwin mafia thing?the story Is so addicting and im shook as fuck warnings: mentions of vomit, LOTS of blood talk, violence

part one - part two - part three

After the words left Michael’s mouth, you froze. Your breathing paused, you couldn’t feel your heart beat, and nothing around you was moving. Time was no longer flowing. The world faded away as your thoughts took your mind over.

You had known what you were getting into when you got into it, of course, and despite you ending lives, you’d never thought about it happening to you. The people that you hurt were bad -- they’d killed innocent people, people with families. You hadn’t done that...had you?

No, no, you hadn’t. You were hired to kill those people. They had hurt people, even those they hadn’t killed. They deserved it. They were gone for a reason, they didn’t deserve to be remembered, to exist, whether in reality or in memory.

The realization that they could’ve had the same force pushing them to end lives hit you. You were not the only person in the world who did what you did, you weren’t the only one in Korea who did what you did. Hell, you weren’t even the only one in Seoul who did it. You’d met people, several times, who did the same thing. Even the night before, odds were, most of the people who had been surrounding you and Winwin were in the same business.

Were you that bad? Did you deserve the same fate that so many had met at your hands? Did you deserve to suffer, to be forgotten? Were you going to meet the same end that they did? Killed by someone hired by one of your previous victim’s families?

Winwin started to say your name, shaking you out of your thoughts in a panic, but halfway through, he corrected himself to Dabria. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t answer, your mouth opening slightly and closing again. You swallowed harshly as you shook your head.

“Do you want me to kill him?” Yuta wasn’t as excited as he was before, but he sounded hopeful.

You found your voice. “That’d make you just as bad as him.”

Michael sat half-silently, attempting to calm his panting through his nose. You didn’t know if it was his heartbeat that you were hearing, or if you were just feeling your own pulse rush through your eardrums.

“I’ve done worse.” You couldn’t tell if the pause made Yuta’s response scarier or not. As a matter of fact, you couldn’t tell what you were thinking - how you were going to deal with this...you were lost.

“I need to go.” You stumbled as you turned around, tugging the smooth material of Yuta’s jacket up your arm. Rubbing at your right wrist, you narrowly avoided a puddle of blood. You hadn’t noticed the stream flowing from the three men behind you to the still-growing puddle, and now, you were too nauseous to look back at them. “I need to go,” you repeated, not to anyone in particular.

The door creaked as you opened it. Yuta started to say something, but was cut off by Winwin. “Leave her alone,” he hissed, “she wasn’t trained for this.”

“She wasn’t trained at all! She has to get used to this.”

“I don’t want to do this.” You turned around without thinking, fire burning in your chest. “I’m done with this. I’m done with /all of this.” You clenched your jaw. “Dabria was dead. Michael completed his mission. She’s not coming back.” You left the room, feeling like you were about to hurl. Yuta and Winwin’s voices could still be heard from behind the door, albeit muffled. You couldn’t tell what they were saying even if you wanted to.

You leaned your back against the door, trying to catch your breath. Tears had started to fall, but you weren’t sure when, or why. No, scratch that, you knew why.

You had built this life from the ground. From lower than dirt. You had nothing, but now, you had success, and a somewhat comfortable life. You weren’t safe, no, and you didn’t have a home, but you had comfort every time you left the country. “Idiot,” you muttered to yourself. You hadn’t left the country in half a decade. When you were in Thailand, you left within three years, and you were safe. As soon as even the slightest rumour started up in England, you left. You didn’t even spend six months in Austria. But you’d let yourself get comfortable in Korea, you’d let yourself pretend you were home.You’d built up a life and a reputation. The comfort, the stupid amenities you’d collected, the friends and fame you’d procured, they were back to hurt you. They were going to end you.

Comfort kills. You’d known that for eons, it felt like, but you still insisted on being comfortable, on /living, rather than surviving. Survival was all that was meant for you. You knew that from a young age. It was your fate from the minute you were born. You survive, until you don’t. And then, like a piece of dust, you’d be gone; forgotten. It was all of your family’s history. You shouldn’t have tried to be different.

You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands in an attempt to shake yourself out of your thoughts. The mascara rubbing onto your cheeks and hands was oddly comforting, a hint of a disguise was gone. A hint of Dabria was gone. You didn’t know when the last time you’d gone out as yourself was. Dabria had taken over your life. Dabria /was your life. It hurt to think about anything before you’d come to Korea. It hurt to think about any country besides Korea.

You hurt.

But you took a deep breath, you pulled yourself off of the door, and you walked up the stairs. You knew you didn’t have a chance at navigating the mansion you’d found yourself in, so you found the front door. Despite looking like all of the night before’s regrets, the fresh sunshine on your face was like a new start. You were a new person.

You took a deep breath, took off Yuta’s jacket, and felt the sunshine on your skin. You stood there for a second. Then the second was over, you turned away from the house, and you left. The few belongings that you’d brought to the party the night before would stay there. The many belongings you had at your apartment would stay there. The friends you had made, the people you’d considered family, would be left alone. Dabria died. [Y/N] [Y/L/N] had to leave. As far as anyone needed to know, the pair were dead in unrelated incidents.

Michael had achieved his goal. Dabria was dead. Whether Yuta and Sicheng let him go was up to them, nothing that happened in that house could affect your life anymore.

The sun was your guide, slowly falling down through the clouds in the sky as you continued to walk. Your legs didn’t hurt; the freedom you felt flowing through your veins was the only sustenence you needed. The thoughts racing through your head allowed you to walk all of those miles barefoot, only a simple outfit on. Cars passed, but you didn’t notice them.

Eventually, you lost track of what city you were in.

You were completely and utterly lost, and it was /liberating.

You did have one thing you had to do as [Y/N], however. You stopped by a bank and retrieved almost a thousand dollars in cash. The clerk, a young man, probably in his early twenties, luckily didn’t seem to care at all. The rest of the money in your account would sit, and sure, there was a possibility that you’d come back and retrieve more, but the odds were low.

[Y/N] would not return.

Your journey on foot ended there. You bought a cheap pair of shoes and an inconspicuous outfit before throwing away your old clothes near the bus station, where you chose a random city to move to. The one hundred-something miles between Seoul and Sangju gave you a chance to think about what you’d do now that you’d left...whatever it was you were in before. Not the mafia...you were more of an assassin. You’d work on your own, taking missions as they came, denying some, but not all. You worked for yourself.

The journey to Sangju was over as quickly as it felt it’d become. You found a motel just far enough away from the bus station to not raise suspicion, and checked in under a fake name. You paid cash, using a fake ID you’d gotten a few months back in order to get into a certain company. “How long will you be staying with us?”

“Can I say indefinetly?” The clerk nodded, scribbling it down.

“Would you like for us to charge you by the week?”

“Please do.”

However, it had only been three days when you were pulled back into the hell you’d just escaped from.

A harsh knock sounded on the thin door of your motel room, making your heart beat faster and your eyes widen. Anxiety built up over more than a decade didn’t disappear very quickly. You slipped a knife into the pocket of your sweatpants, holding a gun as tightly as you could. You cocked it as silently as possible before even approaching the door.

However, you set it down immediately when a familiar voice uttered a familiar phrase. Despite it not being Winwin’s voice, it was the phrase he’d told you to text him the first night that you’d met. You decocked and slammed the gun down on the table, rushing to the door. You were met with sunken, dark eyes and a heavily bloodstained t-shirt that once advertised a band.

“He’s been missing for three days.” There was no other greeting offered. Based on how he looked, Yuta hadn’t slept or eaten in that time. “Please.”

“I can’t do anything. Dabria didn’t find people, she killed them. And she’s gone.”

“Sicheng didn’t trust Dabria. Dabria didn’t exist. He trusted /you. I need /your help.”

“Why should I help?”

“You shouldn’t. There’s no way around it. I wouldn’t help me if I was in your position.” He paused. “But you’re a better person than me. And this isn’t about Winwin, this isn’t about Dabria. This is about Sicheng. This is about [Y/N].” The moment of silence that followed, engulfing the two of you was deafening. “Please.”

“I can help you to the best of my ability.”

Tears freely flowed down his cheeks without warning. “I just want him to be safe.”

“He will be.” You clenched your jaw. “I need to know who we’re tracking.”

“Michael.” Yuta’s ears turned red at his confession. You sighed, looking back at him.

“You really let him go?”

“Sicheng acted like it was the last thing that you’d ever ask for. I couldn’t say no to him.”

“Daegu.” You hadn’t put any effort into thinking about where he would be. “His accent, it was Daegu. He almost died, he would want to go home. He’s an emotional person. He has the ability to make Sicheng suffer anywhere, it’s going to be his hometown.”

“Should we go?”

“It’s too late to go now. No busses are still making rounds.” The clock on your nightstand changed numbers as you spoke, flipping over to 3:37 AM. The red numbers felt like they were burning a hole in your eyes. “The next bus is at seven. I’m maybe ten minutes away from the station. We’ll get a start in a few hours. For now, you need to eat, then sleep. Just for a little bit, okay? I’ll try to get a better read on Michael’s location.”

Yuta stumbled backwards, just a step, as if suddenly realizing how hungry and tired he was. “Okay.” He didn’t seem to have the energy to argue with you. Seeing him so alone, so hurt...you realized that the facade that he’d put on before was just that, a mask covering up the cracks in his foundation.

“I have cup ramen in the cupboard. Make yourself a cup, then go ahead and use the bed. I’ll sleep on the bus.”

Again, Yuta didn’t argue. “Okay.” Every time he blinked, his eyes stayed shut for just a second longer. He made his food quickly, crawling into bed almost immediately after. In less than a minute, he was snoring, out cold.

You, on the other hand, stayed up, setting an alarm on your computer for when you needed to wake him up, another one set for when you had to leave. Within an hour, you had gotten Michael’s location down to a five-mile radius. Any closer and you could risk losing him completely. You weren’t a supergenius, you had your faults as well. By the time you had to wake Yuta up, you had a plan for catching Michael.

It wouldn’t be easy, but it would make sure Sicheng was saved by the two of you.

“Let’s go.” Yuta was ready before you, but once you were packed up, the few belongings you had collected in the past three days fitting easily into a trash bag, the two of you began your trek to the bus station, your trek to save Sicheng.

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doeilovr · 2 years

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WAYV AS MAFIAS

request: hiii idk if you are open for request but can i request wayv as mafias?? (idk it could be a reaction or anything :3 which is easier for you) thank you! (if it isn't open, ignore this idea jajajajjaj)

disclaimer: I don't want to romanticize the idea of the mafia or portray it as a something good, please know that! don't take this seriously, it's solely based on tv and has nothing to do with the real wayv members either!

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KUN:

・ Kun would be the loyal side kick, the boss' left and right hand.. he'd know everything and everyone and he'd be well respected and feared

・ you'd be as scared of him when you'd find yourself in a hail of bullets in the diner you'd work at.. next thing you'd know Kun would appear behind you, dragging you out of the diner and into his car

・ "who are you? What do you want? What's going on?" All these questions but Kun wouldn't budge a bit.. "I'm gonna take you to a motel, where you can stay until it's safe"..

・ "safe?" you'd shout at him as he would bring the car to a halt.. "listen", he'd lean over and take hold of your shoulders, "go inside and stay there until I'll come and get you... you have nothing to do with this and I couldn't forgive myself if you got hurt, now go"

・ you'd wait almost all night, sitting in the corner of your room.. the door would swing open and fall shut again, a blood drenched but exhausted Kun walking in and kneeling down in front of you.. "come on, I'll take you home"

TEN:

・ Ten would be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.. he'd the be type no one wanted as his enemy, he'd be feared and famous for his teasing smirk before he went in for a kill

・ one night, as you’d be walking down the street you'd almost get robbed, it would be Ten to save you... you immediately knew who he was without having ever seen him

・ “What are you doing all alone at night my darling”, he would say in a dark, yet sweet tone, “you know there are some bad men out here.”

・ "But you won’t hurt me”, you’d counter, Ten’s smirk fading. “Why’s that?”.. you'd swallow, his sharp gaze studying you.. "Because you’re a good person".. and that would be the beginning of a long and adventurous journey for you ;)

HENDERY:

・ Hendery would be the head of the Security, always making sure his team and his boss were traveling and living safely.. he'd be dead serious, up all night and living basically off of caffeine.. until he got hired to watch over you

・ at first you wouldn't be able to get through to him, but the more time passed the more he'd open up to you and you'd finally get to know him

・ hendery would have a soft spot for you and when things got really dangerous he'd even take a bullet for you, before he would take down the bad guys all on his own.. and even after his job of watching over you would be officially finished, he'd still stay by your side and even confess his love to you uwu

YANGYANG:

・ YangYang would be responsible for weapons and and fighting.. he usually spent his time training new recruits and teaching them how to defend themselves and how to kill

・ he was strong and quiet, as the time he served in military at young age would have scarred him in different ways.. he would've almost given up on his chance of getting over his past, but then you would join the team

・ he'd train with you all day and all night and slowly you'd start to talk to each other and find out about each other's past.. somehow you'd be like a remedy to YangYang and at some point he'd give in to his urge to hide his feelings and you could take your relationship to the next level (I'm on the n-e-x-t level.. I'm sorry)

XIAOJUN:

・Xiaojun would be the newest member of the mafia at the time you met.. you'd be the daughter of the boss and cross paths with him every now and then, either when he'd be in the gym trying to perfect his fighting skills or when he would join you and your dad at dinner

・ that's how you'd get to know each other.. but when one day someone would break into your mansion and you'd have to hide, Xiaojun would quickly find you and save you from the intruder

・ that would make a good impression on your father and he'd offer Xiaojun to be your personal bodyguard.. which would be perfect as you two would've realized you had feelings for each other

・ this way Xiaojun could protect you and be with you all day to show you his love and affection (😪)

WINWIN:

・ Winwin would be like a secret weapon or the ace amongst the mafia.. he'd be the smartest yet the quietest.. something which drew you to him the second he'd introduce himself to the new trainees (which included you)

・ you'd train night and day and try your best to impress Winwin (which was harder than you'd expect)

・ you'd become partners and go on missions together to watch over some suspicious clients of your organization.. it'd be strange though as Winwin would be very focused on finding a specific person.. the killer of his family

・ he'd have to tell you the truth about his past at some point and somehow it would be something you'd bond over.. you'd promise to find the killer of his family with him and that you would do.. on the way would be many challenges, but the more time would pass the closer you'd get

・until the point Winwin had the suspect right in front of him but would still chose to save you instead as you would have gotten injured in the process.. he'd realize there'd be more to his life than revenge and that would be you aw

LUCAS:

・ at first Lucas wasn't excited to watch over you.. it'd be a task he would have been forced to do as he had a lot to make up for ruining a mission in the past..

・ but the more he'd watch you, the more he'd find himself smiling over your cute antics and he'd try his very best to make you smile too.. he'd want you to feel as safe as possible with him.. in the beginning you wouldn't trust him, but you too would change your mind after a while as you'd realize how sweet and caring Lucas would be

・ it'd be a matter of time until you'd fall in love and when you weren't in danger any more, Lucas would change his profession so he could be with you

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a/n: anon the biggest apology for the delay.. I don't even know if you remember requesting this! I hope you enjoy it though <3

tag list: @shrutiajit

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a-bts-world · 2 years

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Chapter 21

Jeno returns to the room after getting a glass of water for Jaemin. He hadn’t expect his friend to wake up so soon. He thought it would have taken more time. So he hugs his best friend once more after putting the glass of water down. ‘I missed you,’ He whispers in Jaemin’s ear. Jaemin nods, hugging him tighter. Then Kun comes back in, with Taeyong behind him. Jeno lets go of the hug and Kun starts examining Jaemin once more. ‘Is he okay?’ Jeno asks, scared of even more bad news. Kun hums, still busy.

Taeyong moves from the doorframe, to sit on the bed. ‘We missed you. I am glad you are back. And I think I speak for everyone, when I say I am relieved to see you awake. A lot of things happened while you were asleep, but nothing that you need to worry about. We will focus on your recovery first,’ Taeyong explains, making sure that Jaemin understand that his recovery is most important.

‘So, I believe you are fine. Just be careful with your leg and wrist, but they should heal within two weeks’ time. It is also possible that you still have a concussion, so I can’t allow to many visitors per day, starting from tomorrow.’ Kun states, smiling continuously. Kun can’t seem to hide his happiness, if he is being honest, he didn’t think Jaemin would make it. But now that the younger member has woken up, nothing can ruin this week. Jaemin nods at the explanation of the medic.

‘I heard Jaemin woke up?’ Haechan sticks his head in the doorframe. Looking around with question in his eyes, but as he scans the room he realizes that Jaemin is indeed awake. ‘Jae!’ He yells excitedly and runs towards the bed, hugging the undercover agent. Almost tripping over his own feet on his way towards the bed, due to his excitement.

‘What is happening here?’ another member is heard from the hallway, probably following all the noise. ‘Jaemin?’ Yuta stutters as he sees the younger brother awake, but Jaemin is just as surprised. He expected Yuta to still be in Japan.

‘You are back?’ is all he can ask the Japanese member. Yuta nods, giving the boy his famous smile.

‘Okay, so, I know I said that starting from tomorrow you couldn’t get too many visitors. But I would like to withdraw that statement and implement it already. So, Jeno, Mariposa you can be here all day, as long as you want. For all the other members applies that not more than three can visit Jaemin per day. We can eat dinner with everyone, but only for tonight. Jaemin, if you ever feel tired or something. Please go and rest.’ Kun states, looking at all the members sternly. Knowing they would probably hate his decision, but it is the best for Jaemin. Taeyong nods, agreeing with Kun.

‘He is right. Yuta, Haechan you can stay for now. I will inform the other members. See you all at dinner,’ Taeyong informs everyone in the room and walks out of the room with Kun besides him. The rest of the day, Yuta, Haechan, Jeno and Mariposa can be found in Jaemin’s room.

Its been a few days since Jaemin has woken up and Taeyong has gathered all members for a meeting at 9 in the morning. Most of them are still half asleep and some, like Ten and Jisung are actually sleeping. The only ones that seem to be awake are Johnny and Chenle.

‘Morning everyone, good to see that everyone was able to come here. This weekend was supposed to be the weekend, we would infiltrate the Byun mansion. However I don’t think we are ready just yet. This means I will postpone the mission until after Doyoung and Rose’s wedding. Which will take place in two weeks or so. Jeno and Yangyang will still be doing undercover work and get as much information as possible. Everyone else make sure to gather as much information as possible, however make sure that nothing can be traced back to us,’ Taeyong explains during the meeting. Ten wakes up during one of the last sentences, quietly he asks Winwin, who is sitting next to him, what was going on. Winwin lets him know that the infiltration of the Byun family will be delayed.

‘What!?’ Ten yells surprised.

‘Yes Ten, if you would have listened you wouldn’t be so surprised by this news. I believe it would be more safe for everyone if we postpone the infiltration,’ Taeyong continues, not paying much attention to Ten anymore. After explaining the changes to the plan, Taeyong asks for updates on Dreamland and the undercover teams.

‘We are working really hard with the trainees in Dreamland, some of them could make their debut in our organization, but it will probably take a bit more time. After all, Sungchan and Shotaro just joined, we don’t want be too quick. Some of us have been taking over for me, when I was in Japan. The trainees really liked that, so Ten and I discussed it and we would like everybody to come and teach their specialty to the trainees. This would be like a monthly event or so. We will thus still focus on our learning plan, however there will be a bit of differentiating,’ Johnny share the biggest updates on Dreamland.

‘Yeah, indeed. We see that everyone is really eager to learn new skills. So we have been focusing on that, the last few weeks,’ Ten adds.

‘Thanks Johnny and Ten, Renjun please share more about your undercover work,’ Taeyong continuous after the extended explanation. Renjun nods, starting to share that they haven’t noticed anything unusual, except maybe more people that want to know who Ncity actually is. Shotaro confirms their findings with what he has found. ‘Good to hear! This also means we have to be even more careful to not reveal our identities. Kun lastly, could you update us on how Jaemin is doing?’ Taeyong asks the medic. Kun answers, explaining that Jaemin is recovering well. Also sharing that the rule of not more than three members visiting Jaemin per day seems to pay off. Jaemin is recovering more quickly than Kun expected, so that is good news for the family. ‘Nice to hear Kun! We will keep the rule in place then. Anyone else to add?’ Taeyong ends the meeting. Nobody answers, so Taeyong dismisses the members. Before he leaves the room, Doyoung is walking up to him.

‘Can we talk?’

‘Yeah sure, what do you want to talk about?’ Taeyong asks his best friend.

‘The marriage. I know we already discussed it, but do I need to marry her? can we not just have some sort of contract, without actually marrying each other?’ Doyoung pleads. He has been thinking about the marriage all week and he still doesn’t want it.

‘You know that it necessary Do. Why did you suddenly change your mind? I thought you had met her. Did that not go well?’ Taeyong curiously asks. He hadn’t expected this. After he learned that Doyoung met up with Rose, he felt like everything was okay again. He did not expected his best friend to ask him this question again.

‘It went well, it just made me realize I do not want to marry. Like at all,’

‘Why? I don’t understand that,’

‘I do,’ Yuta interrupts the duo as he walks closer and puts a hand Doyoung his shoulder. ‘It is because of Angel right?’ Yuta mentions and Doyoung nods. He has seen his brother in law visit some of his wife’s favorite places in the house. Like the library or the little pond in the garden. Even the bay window on the third floor, normally he is the only one there. But a few days ago Doyoung was suddenly there.

‘could you explain it to me Doyoung?’ Taeyong asks, looking thankfully at Yuta. He helped him understand his best friend a bit more.

‘it is just that. . .’ Doyoung stutters, ‘Angel was trained. She knew how to defend herself. She learned self defense from Johnny, she eventually beat some of the trainees in Dreamland. But she still didn’t survive. Hell look at Jaemin, he was trained for everything. He was one of the best trainees we had for a long time and he also got injured. Rose isn’t trained or anything. She barely understands what is going on, let alone be able to defend herself. How am I going to protect her if I couldn’t protect Angel or Jaemin? I can’t get her injured, just because she married me. Tae, do you understand?’ Doyoung rants and Taeyong just stares at his friend. He know he had a kind heart and that this kind of work wasn’t necessarily something for him. But this just reminded him of the sweet Doyoung he knew before they started Ncity, a side from Doyoung he hasn’t seen in a while. So Taeyong just nods, he was too baffled to answer his best friend in any other way.

‘Doyoung, if I can be honest,’ Yuta starts of, waiting for Doyoung to give him a sign that he can continue. Which he does. ‘I understand your concern. But you are not alone, we are all protecting each other and once Rose marries you, she becomes part of the family and will also be protected. Hell I believe Taeyong already has two guys following her ever since you met!’ Yuta exclaims and Taeyong shyly nods his head, looking down.

‘You had what?’

‘I am sorry, but like you said. She hasn’t had any training and I need this to work out. So yes, I had two of our men follow her around. But I think you should listen to Yuta again. Because I believe he has something important to say,’ Taeyong answers, knowing Yuta had something important to say, that could possibly also persuade Doyoung back to marrying Rose.

‘I know that you are afraid of losing her, I also know that you think you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if something happened to her. And maybe all those feelings are right, but I think you are forgetting the best feeling of them all. Actually having a wife and being able to wake up next to her every morning. Now, I do know you don’t love Rose, like I loved Angel. But I do believe that you guys could have a great friendship, which is something amazing as well. So yeah, Angel died because I married her, but that doesn’t mean I regret it. I don’t,’ Yuta brings his point across, tears in his eyes. Doyoung just turns around and hugs Yuta.

‘You are right,’ Doyoung mumbles, hugging Yuta even tighter.

Hello! Surprise! it has been a while! how are you doing? University has been killing me with assigments and exams, but I finally found some time to finish this chapter. I hope to continue writing more, but I don't know yet how to combine it all. Hope you all like this kind of filler chapter tho.

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bleuxberri · 2 years

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𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐚𝐮.

「...mafia mob」

— a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this

navigaion.

aus.

Qɪᴀɴ ᴋᴜɴ;

hometown: fujian, china

birthday: january 1, 1996

age: 26

role: boss, spy, hacker

code name: kun

code number: 01011996

Boss/Godfather- the person who leads or commands or group or organization.

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Hacker- a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.

ᴄʜɪᴛᴛᴀᴘʜᴏɴ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜᴀɪʏᴀᴘᴏʀɴᴋᴜʟ – ᴛᴇɴ;

hometown: bangkok, thailand

birthday: february 27, 1996

age: 26

role: spy, sniper, drug dealer, diver

code name: ten

code number: 02271996

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Sniper- a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

Drug Dealer- a person or business that buys and sells goods.

Driver- a driver who ensure the escape of his accomplices, for example; bank-robbers, from the scene of a crime.

ᴅᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴄʜᴇɴɢ – ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ;

hometown: wenzhou, zhejiang, china

birthday: october 28, 1997

age: 25

role: spy, seducer, assassin

code name: winwin

code number: 10281997

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Seducer/Distraction- someone that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

Assassin- a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

ᴡᴏɴɢ ʏᴜᴋʜᴇɪ – ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ;

hometown: hong-kong, china

birthday: january 25, 1999

age: 23

role: spy, hitman, lure

code name: lucas

code number: 01251999

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Hitman- a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

Lure- tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

xɪᴀᴏ ᴅᴇᴊᴜɴ – xɪᴀᴏᴊᴜɴ;

hometown: dongguan, guangdong, china

birthday: august 8. 1999

age: 23

role: spy, arsonist, torture

code name: xiaojun

code number: 08081999

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Arsonist- the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

Torture- the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.

ʜᴜᴀɴɢ ɢᴜᴀɴʜᴇɴɢ – ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀʏ;

hometown: macau, china

birthday: september 28, 1999

age: 23

role: spy, weapon specialist

code name: hendery

code number: 09281999

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Weapon Specialist- is specifically responsible for maintaining control of any weapon props (including firearms, knives, swords, bows, and staff weapons).

ʟɪᴜ ʏᴀɴɢʏᴀɴɢ;

hometown:

birthday: october 10, 2000

age: 22

role: spy, capture, hooligan

code name: yangyang

code number: 10102000

Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

Capture- to take into one’s possession or control by force.

Hooligan- a violent young trouble maker, typically one of a gang.

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neonacity · 3 years

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So..um. I created a fic trailer ??¿

NCT DREAM VER

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softsan · 4 years

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MAFIA AU (Winwin)

🖇Lonely monster, what does your heart desire (pt.2)

MASTERLIST

PARTS: | 01 | 02 |

MAFIA PROFILES | Y/N’S NAMES

GENRE: Mafia AU, Nurse AU, Angst

QUOTE: “Winwin's stare never wavered from you. He was in awe. Only a few days ago, you had been fretful, scared, unwilling to leave his bed. Now, you were utterly fearless, absorbed in the task of saving this young girl's life.”

WARNINGS: Graphic scenes of violence, Blood, Murder, Injury, Mentions of drugs,

Winwin cradled your fretful frame, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb across your goose-risen flesh.

"Y/N," His voice pled, studying your painfully stricken features.

You scrunched your eyelids tighter, tense wrinkles etching across your forehead. You couldn't muster your eyes open to face the man before you.

Was he even a man? Or was he a monster in disguise? To take a life so easily. It was an insult to every fiber of your being.

You saved lives. Winwin stole them.

"Is this the one?" Taeyong raised an eyebrow, his eyes drifting to the Ten, who was leaned up against a wall.

Winwin absently nodded, his eyes still fastened on you. Taeyong turned to the disheveled Ten whose shirt had been torn at the collar.

"Start from the beginning?" Taeyong massaged his temples, his annoyance clear.

"Winwin's made a mess at the hospital. I removed the evidence from the scene, so they’ll never be able to trace it back to Winiwin," Ten let out a huff before shoving his hands in his pockets, "That's it."

"Why was there a mess to begin with?"

Winwin continued to watch the slow rise and fall of your chest.

"You had no reason to be anywhere near that hospital." Taeyong was unimpressed with Winwin's lack of response.

"He was there because she was," Ten answered for Winwin. "She works as a nurse."

Taeyong folded his arms, "And what kind of connections does she have? Does she work for one of our rivals?"

"She isn't part of our world." Winwin immediately defended. "She just a regular nurse."

Taeyong shook his head in disbelief. Winiwn was supposed to be the level head one in his organization. He wasn't known for causing trouble.

"Has Taeil been contacted? I want any potential witnesses' silenced."

"Taeil's been informed. He has a plant within the police department that can keep us informed of any developments." Ten stepped away from the wall, "I'll let Yuta know to collect the body from the morgue."

"Good, I expect a full report written up too." Taeyong faced Winwin, "Get rid of her."

"No," Winwin's chest pounded, a red haze clouding his judgment. "She lives."

Taeyong slowly strode back behind his desk, "If she causes any further trouble-,"

"She won't," Winwin cut off, "I'll be responsible for her,"

"I hope so." Taeyong grimaced, "Otherwise, you know what will happen to her."

───

Winwin hastily pushed back the covers before gently placing you down on his bed. Your cheeks were wet. He gingerly wiped the path of your tears.

"I had to do what I did."

You buried your face into the pillow in response.

Winwin tucked the blankets over your shriving frame, kneeling beside the bed.

"I would do it again."

Your fists clenched the sheets. "You killed someone." Your words were laced with loathing.

"He deserved it."

You shot up, your eyes snapping open. "Nobody deserves to die!"

The calmness in Winwin's expression vanished, "He hurt you. He deserved far worse than what he got."

You tugged the covers up higher. How could somebody be so indifferent about taking a life?

Winwin regretted the detest in your eyes but not the actions that had caused it. He didn't mind being the villain as long as you remain safe. After all, a kind heart like yours wasn't deserving of this world. He'd ensure sure no harm would come to you again.

"Rest," Winwin stood tall, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside."

You didn't move as leave the room. You felt like crying again, but you were out of tears.

Your thoughts drifted back to the diner, how the others looked at Winwin. The fear in their eyes. What an idiot you were to have approached him.

───

The next few days were routine. You'd wake up around noon, shower, brush your teeth, then lie back down. A man called Mark would come to drop off some food. He would make failed attempts at a small talk before letting you be.

Winwin didn't visit, not that you wanted him too. Although, your mindless thoughts did wonder about Winwin's burnt hands. He still needed frequent bandage changes to avoid infection.

Why am I concerned about him. You scolded. He isn't my responsibility...

You took a deep breath out of nose, slipping out from underneath the covers. Your legs were restless as wandered closer to the window. You were tired of being cooped up inside. You pulled apart the eyelet, satin curtains that draped over the glass. You pushed down on the brass handle. It clicked, allowing you to opened the large glass doors out onto a balcony.

A cool breeze whipped against your cheeks, your hair dancing widely with the wind. The fresh air felt good. You spent a few minutes just soaking it in.

You had never seen a property of this scale before. The balcony was on the second floor and overlooked the magnificent gardens. Huge stone walls gated the perimeter, while an orchid and greenhouse could be seen off into the distance.

Just what kind of people did Winwin work for? What exactly did you get yourself involved with?

You watched the ducks circled the large pond, gliding across the murky waters and past the reeds.

The sound of crunching gravel caught your attention. You titled your head, a young woman wearing a hoodie and jeans strolled up the weaving path. She glanced about checking the coast was clear before adjusting her woolen hood higher.

"Yebin!" A man with caramel-colored hair called. He came sprinting, waving his hands frantically in the air.

You cautiously watched on, your hands tightening around the railing.

"Don't shoot!" He screamed. "Yebin, don't come any closer!"

The sound of gunshots screeched throughout the air. You shoved your palms over your ears, crouching out of sight. Your heart pounded as you willed your eyes to reopen.

The shooter from the rooftops stood up, staring at the scene below. Once he was satisfied, he picked up the rifle and disappeared out of view.

The boy in with the caramel hair froze, his eyes enlarged. He had managed to get close enough that the blood from her gunshot wound had splutter over his clothes.

Your mouth soured. She had been shot in the thigh, with no clean exit wound, which meant the bullet was still lodged inside.

With your adrenaline still pumping, you gazed about the balcony. She was going to bleed out if you didn't do something.

The drop wasn't too bad. You climbed up the railing and grasped onto the metal piping that ran down the wall. You used it as a guide to slide down. Fragments of rust broke off into your forearm, your knees squeezing against the pole to slow your fall. Thankfully there was bush below that softened your landing.

You took off running towards the injured girl, ripping apart your blouse.

"You!" You referred the caramel-haired boy, "Give me your shirt,"

He was in shock and not computing what had happened before him.

"Shirt!" You demanded again.

You knelt by the girl, her brows her furrowed. Sweat coating her face. A pool of blood seeped from her jeans and onto the dirt below. She had been wearing earphones, you noted—no wonder she hadn't heard the boy's pleas to not come closer.

The boy trembled while holding his shirt. You nodded, positioning his hands to cover the wound.

"You're going to press down hard, okay?"

The scarlet blood dampened the shirt at an alarming rate.

"Pack it into the wound," You ordered, hastily tearing the ripped part of your bouse in half. You tied the two pieces above her wound.

You hurriedly searched for a stick on the ground. You then knotted the stick onto the torn pieces of the blouse to use as a makeshift tourniquet. You used your strength to turn the stick. As the stick rotated with the torn pieces of your blouse, it applied pressure to the thigh and, in turn, slowed down the bleeding.

"Haechan!" Mark came rushing forward, Winwin not far behind.

"Call emergency services now!" You yelled aloud.

Mark was quick to get out his phone. Winwin huddled opposite you, worry encapsulated his eyes.

"Yebin," The caramel hair boy whimpered, tears welling in his eyes.

"What's your name?" You gently asked.

"Haechan," His voice cracked.

"Just keep applying pressure, Haechan? She's going to be okay." You comforted.

Winwin's stare never wavered from you. He was in awe. Only just a few days ago, you had been fretful, scared, unwilling to leave his bed. Now, you were utterly fearless, absorbed in the task of saving this young girl's life.

───

You had ridden in the ambulance with the paramedics, giving them a detailed account of what had occurred. They wheeled the patient through the hospital's emergency entrance. The paramedics recounting what you had told them to the doctors and nurses that flooded after the stretcher.

"Y/N?" The anesthetist recognized you, "Where have you been? You've missed your last few shifts."

"Patty," You acknowledge, your bloodstain hands awkwardly hanging in the air. "Sorry I wasn't feeling too well ." The lie fell clumsily from your mouth.

"Oh, are you coming down with something?"

"I'm fine. She's going to need surgery, isn't she?" You changed the subject.

"They're taking her to the theatre right now. I should go and get prepped,"

You nodded, "I'm going to wash up then and head to the lounge." You indicated backward with your thumb.

"I'll catch you later then," Patty waved, disappearing behind a set of white doors.

You let out a deep breath, exhaustion taking over you. You turned around. Haechan was slumped, his palms covering his face.

"You aren't going to go with them?" Mark inquired as he held a broken Haechan on his feet.

"No," You replied, "She's in good hands,"

"Are you okay?" Worry coated Winwin’s words. He took a step closer, his arm outstretched.

You took a step backward. "I'm going to get clean up," You muttered.

Winwin's arm slowly fell back down as he watched you walk away.

───

You scrubbed your hands in the basin, red water swirling around the sink before going down the drain.

You glanced up into the mirror ahead. You were a mess. Your hair was poking in all sorts of directions, your blouse shredded. You had managed to smeared blood across your forehead during the whole ordeal too.

You still hadn’t completely grasped what had just unfolded. You had never seen someone be shot before.

You closed your eyes, sighing. Who the hell was Winwin?

You wiped your hands dry with paper towels before heading to your locker. You span the dial of your padlock, the lock unhinging and the door squeaking open.

You usually kept a spare set of scrubs in case of an accident at work.

You stripped of what was left of your shirt, too tired to care if anyone was watching. Your scrub shirt was a bit crinkled from being folded in your locker. Nonetheless, you threaded your arms through the light blue material, smoothing it over your stomach.

"Y/N?"

You pivoted your head in the direction of the person who had said your name.

"Dr. Mathews," You respectively addressed.

"I heard you were there when the patient lost it in the ER," Dr. Mathews came closer, "How are you holding up?" his nose wrinkled as he spoke.

You didn't respond. The image of the empty syringe being stabbed into the patient's artery still plague your mind.

"There was nothing that could have been done for that patient." He continued, "The coroners' report came back today, turns out the man was dosed with a lethal concoction of ketamine and liquid Cocaine. "

Your head swiveled, "Are you serious?"

"You're trying to poison me!" The man had screamed. His delirium, aggression, and violent behaviour… the drugs explained everything.

"He had enough ketamine in his system to put down a horse. I'm surprised his heart didn't give out a lot earlier."

The patient had been hospitalized overnight. His initial blood tests had come back clean. If he didn't arrive at the hospital, strung up on drugs... Your eyes widened. It meant somebody had intentionally dosed him at the hospital.

The patient would have died even if Winwin hadn't stabbed him with the syringe.

───

Winwin sat upon one of the waiting chairs outside of the ward. Haechan was staying beside his girl, who had just come out from ICU. Winwin picked at his bandages. He had never seen Haechan so distressed before.

You steered the corner, your sights falling on Winwin. He had dark bags under his eyes, his lips cracked. Also, his bandages... It irked you how they had yellowed again. He had obviously not changed them since you had done it for him the last time.

Winwin straightened his back as you took a seat beside him. His heart pattered as you requested he show you his hands.

He blinked, staring at your beautiful face. You didn't appear to be as frightened as before.

"Your hands?" You repeated.

Winwin wordlessly nodded, bringing them forward. You held on to his wrists, dragging them closer to you. He observed your delicate fingers work, patting the residue moisture dry with a clean cloth and applying new sterilized gauzes.

You despise him, yet you still took care of him. His chest rumbled.

Could you possibly forgive me?

You caught Winwin's eyes lingering, "This doesn't mean I've forgotten about what happened." You mumbled.

Winwin's lips tugged into a smile, "Thank you for still taking care of me."

Your ears flushed as you continued to bandage his hands.

Winwin is still a monster, you told yourself.

However, a small voice inside, you argued otherwise.

MONI’S NOTE: Mafia Taeyong's first installment. I hope you all enjoy it. If you do, please consider reading the other member's parts. They are all a part of the same universe, and you may even notice some cross-over between them.

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chenle-dressed-in-black · 4 years

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I'm not sure if you take requests, but I thought it'd be cool if you did like a part 2 to your "mafia!nct 127 reaction: you fake your own death to get away from them" reactions, but add the plot point that y/n ran away because she was pregnant with their baby, but thought they couldn't be raised in the high-stress mafia environment. Then the members in question find this out by accident later on or something haha

✰ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒!𝟙𝟚𝟟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ✰ | after you fake your death & run away, he finds out you left because you’re pregnant

This is a super cool request that I’m excited to write. This is part two to mafia!127’s s/o faking their death to get away from him, and now the plot is thickening. The reason you tried to run away is . . . you’re pregnant. My apologies to any male readers out there who are mostly excluded from this one. Remember, I do take requests, so don’t hesitate if you want me to write something! Enjoy~

pt. 1

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Taeil

He let you decide whether or not to come back to him, and you wanted to stay away. He’s coming to terms with your absence when one of his top medics shows up at his door in the middle of the night. She looks severely panicked as tears stream down her puffy face. She clutches his arm as if she were asking for mercy. “I need to confess something. Immediately.”

“Alright,” he replies, sending her a quizzical look. “Go on.”

“I’ve been giving her prenatal care for months,” she says, cries picking up speed. “I thought she would tell you in her own time. I never imagined she’d . . . she was almost four months along, Mr. Moon.”

Taeil takes a minute to process this, though each second only terrifies her more. “You couldn’t have known she would leave. That’s not your fault,” he decides, causing the manic doctor to take a deep breath. She’s not about to be sent to a Siberian prison, after all. “However, I hope you remember who you work for in the future. It’s not my pregnant wife; it’s me.”

He’s knocking on the front door of your new condo within twenty minutes of his exchange with the medic. When you see him, you’re shocked and afraid. Shocked, because you never thought he would come back to see you. Afraid, because if he’s here, it must be because he’s changed his mind and wants to bring you back. “What are you doing here?”

“When were you going to tell me? Before or after I found out you weren’t really dead?”

You ease the door closed a little as a defensive measure. You’re trying not to fold in on yourself. “What are you talking about?”

He sees what you’re doing—trying to shut the door. Taeil puts a hand against it and forces his way inside. You’re stuck with him now. “I’m glad you chose my best doctor,” he says. “I wouldn’t have anything less for our baby.”

“Please don’t make me go back.”

“I won’t lock you in a cell and force you to be my wife.” He’s staring at you hard. “But I will make sure that my kid is safe. Before and after they’re born. I’m not going to be up your ass, Y/N, because you clearly don’t love me anymore, but you can’t live here. I’ll call my men and we’ll move your things to a safe house. This place isn’t secure.”

“Taeil—”

“What?” he demands. “Do you want to die, too? When people find out you’re pregnant, everyone will be after you. You can be pissed all you want, but I’m taking you to a safe house. You’re not dying because of me.”

Johnny

It’s been three days since Johnny locked you in this room as rash payback for framing one of his rivals for you murder and running away. You’re confined to a small space with a bed, toilet, and a low-tech phone that only lets you call him. The first day Johnny told you that you had to stay in here the same amount of time you let him think you were dead. On the second, he called the room’s phone and explained that if you told him why you really left, you could leave the room.

You can’t take it anymore; this prison is driving you insane. Shakily, you pick up the phone and call him. You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you ready to tell me the truth? If there’s someone else, just say so. If you think I’m a monster, just say it. If you think—”

Your heart is racing in your chest, because there is no going back once you say this. “I’m pregnant,” you whisper. “Johnny, that’s why I ran, okay? I didn’t know what to do . . .”

When he hangs up the phone, you start to panic. Tears race down your cheeks because you think you’ve really just done yourself in. He’ll never let you out now. He’ll never forgive you or love you or even like you. You imagine him waiting until you give birth, then getting rid of you. Then there’s a loud creak and a door you didn’t know existed opens from the wall. Johnny races inside the room, taking you into a fierce embrace. “You can tell me anything,” he whispers, holding you tighter. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t trust me.”

You blink in disbelief. “You’re not furious?”

“I’m just glad that you’re okay,” he says. “And that we’re going to be parents. Please tell me that you still love me, that you’re willing to try to raise this child with me.”

“Of course I still love you.”

He motions toward the exit. “Come on, I can’t have my pregnant girlfriend living in a cell.”

Taeyong

You told him you never wanted to see him again, and he’s coming to terms with his new, lonely existence when your sister calls him. “Taeyong! I have to tell you something.”

“Did something happen to Y/N?” Because, why else would she be calling him?

“She’s screwing you over,” she confesses. “Y/N is lying to you.”

“What do you mean? It’s weird that you’re telling me this—shouldn’t you be on her side?”

Your sister scoffs the ignorant scoff of somehow who is painfully unaware that they don’t know the entire story. “She’s pregnant with your baby, but she’s trying to keep it a secret from you. I don’t care if she’s my family; that’s a fucked up thing to do. You deserve to know that you’re becoming a father.”

Taeyong wonders momentarily if this is some sick trick, but then he remembers that your sister has no idea what his true background is. She must have no idea that you ran away from his dangerously illegal lifestyle; she just thinks that you’re selfishly trying to keep your ex out of your life. He thanks your sister for telling him the truth and lets her go.

This is terrible news and that breaks Taeyong’s heart. He’s wanted to have kids his entire life, but not like this. Not with a person who hates him. But now that he knows you’re pregnant, he cannot leave you be. There is only one option: he has to be there for you. To keep you sane, to keep you safe.

Yuta

He won’t speak to you. You’re confined to your shared bedroom, and each night Yuta sleeps in the bed right beside you while simultaneously ignoring your existence. Looking at you is below him. You’ve pulled some stupid shit before, but you have never seen your boyfriend this truly furious. On the third day of confinement, he tells you that you’re free to go. But you don’t go anywhere.

You’ve wandered around the house to cook in the kitchen or watch tv in the living room, but you have not left. It’s been nearly two weeks now. You know that Yuta will be home soon, so you go up to your room and wait for him. You’re sitting up in bed when he stomps into the bedroom. As per usual, he pretends like you are not there.

Just as you’re opening your mouth to make an appeal to him, it happens—a frighteningly sharp pain runs through your body, settling in your abdomen. You clutch your stomach and double over in pain. Before you can stop yourself, you let out in a shaky voice, “My baby.”

You can sense him doing a double-take at your words. Yuta is on his knees in front of you in a second, his hand clasping your knee in worry. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“My stomach,” you manage. “Call the medic; I think something’s wrong with the . . .”

“The baby?” Yuta’s eyes are wide and locked on yours. He doesn’t look angry anymore, only terrified. “You’re pregnant?”

You nod. “I should’ve told you.”

“Don’t worry about that now.” He scoops you up, carrying you toward the garage. “We’ve got to get you to the doctor and make sure you’re okay. Besides, you could have left but you didn’t. That says everything.”

Doyoung

You told him that you didn’t think he would actually let you leave, when it came down to it. Doyoung said that you were wrong. He’s about to get on the elevator and leave you. He is about to prove you wrong and fulfill what you’re supposed to want.

“Doyoung, maybe you’ll let me leave.” You’re not sure why you say it, because you know it ruins any chance of escape. “But you would never let her out of your sight.”

Your hand is on your stomach, so there is only one thing that you could mean. Still, he looks at you in disbelief. “Her?”

“I found out months ago,” you explain. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your chest; you really have been dying to tell someone. “I’m five months along. I even picked out a name for her: Lily. Like the flower. Go ahead and leave now.”

His face is red and wet. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Like I said, you’d never let me go if you knew the truth.”

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, sweetheart.” Doyoung’s voice is unbelievably soft. “Come home with me.”

Jaehyun

After the threatening note he left under your pillow, you know that you have to come back. If you don’t go on your own, it will only make things worse for you once he retrieves you himself. And you don’t doubt that he will. Part of you didn’t really want to leave at all, to be completely honest. You just knew your owed it to your baby to to try, because the mafia is no place for a child.

When you finally come home, you break down in slow, ugly sobs. Jaehyun stares at you with a stone-cold face until you start talking. “I didn’t know what to do,” you explain desperately. “The test was positive. I don’t want my baby to die. I want it to live—I don’t want it to be a cut-throat killer. Please don’t hate me.”

“Darling.” His face softens. “I promise that I won’t let that happen. No one will hurt our baby, and I won’t let our baby hurt anyone when they grow up.”

“How can you possibly promise me that?”

He takes your trembling hand in both of his. “Because this life is only a death-sentence to people like us, whose parents care more about power than their children. We’re not like them. We won’t make their mistakes. I promise you we won’t, Y/N. Will you promise me that you believe me?”

“I’d believe anything you said.” It’s tragically pathetic, but it’s also the truth. He doesn’t need to try to manipulate you; you do it for him. Not that he would do that, but still. “You know that.”

He kisses you sweetly. “I won’t let you down, Y/N.”

WinWin

“How could you pretend to die, Y/N?” he asks. “This is the most selfish thing you have ever done.”

You shake your head. “I didn’t do this for me. I love you, and I never want to be without you, much less have you think I’m dead. But it’s not about what I want anymore. I have to do right by one person and one person only now.”

He laughs a sad, empty laugh. “And who’s that? God?”

“Our baby.” You cast your gaze to the floor as he cautiously steps toward you. “I thought they deserved better than this life, my feelings for you be damned.”

“Doesn’t a child deserve two parents who love them?” Sicheng puts a gentle hand on your stomach. “A home where they can be themselves? You and I can give this baby everything they’ll ever need.”

“They’re not even born yet,” you point out, “but there’s already a target on their head. How is that okay?”

“In this life, we live everyday like it’s our last, because it very well may be. It’s dangerous, but this is the only life I could ever live where I feel truly alive. I have no regrets, and I promise you neither will our child.”

Jungwoo

Without you, Jungwoo has been a dysfunctional zombie. His colleagues are sick and tired of it. They have begged you to return to him. They’ve tried to reason with you. Once they even threatened your life. Nothing’s worked so far, but they have not given up. Everywhere you go, they follow you.

You have not seen any signs of them in weeks, though, so you make the mistake of believing that the coast is clear. It is over for you the second you’re spotted buying a crib. Someone puts a bag over your head as you load it into your hatch-back.

You don’t need to see where they’re taking you to know where you’re going to end up. In Jungwoo’s living room. You’re un-bagged and his colleagues leave the two of you alone in the room. He’s already tearing up and you haven’t said a word.

“You left because of the baby?” he asks hopefully. “And not because you stopped loving me, right? I would probably be worried about the baby’s safety myself, if I were you.”

“I just want what’s best for them. That’s all that matters to me.”

“I want that, too!” He haphazardly reaches for your folded hands. “Can’t we work together? I love you, Y/N. Please let me help you.”

Mark

“There’s something you need to know first,” you say, “if you want to run away with me.”

You truly never him expected to offer to give up his entire life just for you. Mark doesn’t even know about the baby yet, and he looks so certain that running away with you is the only thing he’s ever wanted. “Whatever it is, it won’t change my mind.”

You have no fear in telling him the truth. “We’re not living for the two of us anymore. We’re living for our child.”

“How long have you known?” There’s no accusation in his voice. It’s merely a question. “How far along are you?”

“I found out last week and I’m about seven weeks pregnant. I won’t raise a child in a gang, Mark.”

“I never wanted to do this forever,” he confesses. “Part of me has been hoping for a way out for awhile. I want to give our baby the best chance at life possible. Let’s move to Vancouver, where I’m from. It’s safe there.”

Haechan

You may as well have been dead. That was how Donghyuck liked it after what you did to him. You faked your own suicide instead of telling him you wanted to break-up. Of course his men still keep an eye on you, though, because you have to stay safe. So when they tell him you’re in the hospital after eight months of being away from him, he can’t help but rush in. You may be dead to him, but you’re not allowed to just be dead.

When he arrives, you’re in the maternity wing. So you’re having a baby, then? That’s strange to him, because you’ve only been seeing your current new boyfriend for four months.

A horrendous but predictable explanation forms in Hyuck’s head: you must have cheated on him. You messed around with your current boyfriend or maybe someone else while you were with Donghyuck. It’s a crushing realization, because even after you screwed him over so badly, it hurts to believe you cheated on him, too.

He spots your boyfriend in a plastic chair by your hospital room and doesn’t hesitate to charge inside, ignoring the protests of your boyfriend. That guy can kiss his ass.

You’re in a hospital gown, sitting up in the high-tech bed. There’s a tiny, sleeping baby in your arms. One look at the baby and anyone would see who the father is. Hyuck’s eyes go wide.

He’s frozen in place as your boyfriend storms in behind him. Donghyuck’s voice is so quiet that it’s barely audible. “That’s my baby.”

#nct #nct reaction #nct mafia reaction #nct 127 #nct 127 reaction #nct 127 mafia reaction #mafia nct #mafia nct 127 #lee taeyong #mark lee #lee donghyuck #haechan #winwin #dong sicheng #kim doyoung #kim jungwoo #moon taeil #nakamoto yuta #jung jaehyun

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mafia-nct · 4 years

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Furniture Problem (Winwin Mafia AU)

Genre: mafia au!, fluff

Warning: swearing

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“GOD DAMN IT!”

You heard your fiancé scream for the tenth time in the last hour.

You sighed getting up from the sofa to see what was up with him. You leaned on the door of the room he was in and marvelled at the sight in front of you.

Pieces of furniture were scattered everywhere. Winwin was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room trying to fit two pieces together but with no luck.

“Come on,” he grunted, “just fit.”

“If I knew you were going to end up like that, I would’ve called Yuta to help you.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Or, we could’ve taken Johnny’s. He literally handed it to us.”

“I want us to have our own not a hand-me-down.”

“Alright honey, but could you at least use the instruction manual that’s over there.” You said pointing at the piece of paper at the far end of the room.

Winwin let go of the two pieces and looked at you. “I stitch people up for a living, I don’t need an instruction manual.”

You hummed and made your way towards the manual carefully avoiding the furniture pieces.

“No, don’t help me. I want you to relax.” Whined Winwin.

You sat beside him inspecting the manual.

“Take those pieces,” you said pointing to them. “And click them together like that.” You tilted the manual towards him.

Winwin sighed grabbing the pieces and clicked them like the manual showed him to. They snapped in place without any physical strength from him.

He closed his eyes, tilted his back and grunted loudly.

“See, all you had to do was follow the manual!” You teased

“I just,” he sighed, “I just wanted to do something for you. For the next eight months, you’re going to do all the work alone and I just wanted to do this one thing on my own to help you.”

You smiled putting your hand in his hair playing with it.

“And I kept hearing the guys bragging about their exploit when I told them the news. Taeil put up his in less than an hour.”

“Well,” you laughed, “Taeil probably followed the instruction manual.”

Winwin narrowed his eyes at you.

“Sorry honey.” You continued. “I appreciate your effort really. You’re going to be an amazing dad!”

“You think?”

“I’m sure.”

You kissed him lightly before getting up.

“Now, do you want me to call Yuta so he can help you put that crib up?”

“No, Yuta broke his first crib putting it up. Call Taeil, I want the master!”

#wayv mafia au #wayv reactions #wayv scenarios #wayv drabbles #wayv dong sicheng #wayv imagines #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #winwin reactions

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taboojohnny · 4 years

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freedom | nct ot21 mafia au | chapter one

(!): mention of criminals, crimes and torture

(♫): sandcastles (beyoncé), turn back time (wayv), not by the moon (got7)

(a/n): welcome to the first chapter!! it's a little shorter but my chapters are usually rather short SO i hope this is okay and u all like it!! uwu

Mark woke up to loud noises, commotion and yelling. He walked out of his room, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What is all this? It’s like seven in the morning and it’s our day off.”

“He’s gone. All of his things, gone.” Jaehyun looked like he was losing his mind. Mark furrowed his eyebrows.

“Gone? Who is gone?”, he asked.

“It’s Sicheng. Nobody knows where he went or where his stuff is. It seems like he left but he didn’t say anything – to nobody.”, Taeyong explained.

“Oh shit.. Did.. Did you tell Haechan and Taeil to look into it? Maybe it was an emergency, or his family reached out to him.”

Jaehyun shook his head at Marks suggestions.

“Nothing. It’s like he wiped the computers. And it’s not family stuff or an emergency, he would’ve left a note or told me. He tells me everything, you know he does.”

Mark didn’t know what to think. Sicheng wouldn’t just leave them, would he? They were his best friends, his family, his brothers.

“We should look through security cameras around us. His face has to be there somewhere.”, Jaehyun said, desperate for answers.

Taeyong put a hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort him.

“You know that we taught him how to avoid that. I’m going to have Taeil and Haechan try, but don’t get your hopes up alright?”

Taeyong wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Taeil yelling, telling them to come into the computer room. Everybody gathered there, and waited anxiously for any information that would be useful in locating Sicheng.

“Last night, there were a bunch of prison breaks. Not just prison breaks but- Well, two people escaped from a mental institution and three others from prison. Nobody can find them, and nobody knows how they got out.” Haechan looked at the group nervously, biting his lower lip.

“Names, give me names. Why should this even be connected to Sicheng disappearing?” Jaehyun nearly growled.

“Okay, so they are all originally from China and they committed crimes there but their major crimes happened here, in Korea. From a mental institution that’s not too far from here we have Liu Yangyang. He’s a serial killer, known to torture his victims for days. In his cell in the mental institution he drew on the walls and honestly, it’s disturbing. And then from another mental institution Qian Kun escaped. To be honest with you I don’t know a crime this guy hasn’t committed.”

“So you think Sicheng is with them? It’s not impossible.. What about the other three?”

“There’s Wong Yukhei, Xiao Dejun and Wong Kunhang. But there’s something else. Do you remember Ten? He is known for money laundering, and doing it massively. After he was almost caught two years ago he went off the grid. And guess what? A few days ago a security camera of a casino caught him. There’s no doubt it’s him. And I think all of this isn’t a coincidence.”

Nobody knew what to say. Obviously what they were doing wasn’t exactly legal but Sicheng being with those guys? It was a step further.

“Okay. Let’s say this is all tied together and we’re right that Sicheng is with them. What do we do? How do we find six criminals and Sicheng? They know how to not be found.” Johnny looked around the room, waiting for somebody to answer him. But everybody was truly at a loss for words.

“I think I should make a call. You guys wait here.”, Taeyong spoke, and went out of the room as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

“Taeyong? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Jiwon. I need your help.”

“Just me? Or do I bring everybody?”

“Everybody. You should expect to stay for a while. It’s really important. And you know I always pay you well.”

“It sounds serious. We’re on our way.”

And with that, he hung up. That’s what he liked about Jiwon. She didn’t ask a lot of questions, because they knew they could trust each other. It was that simple.

“Who was that?” Taeyong turned around to Jaehyun. He looked really miserable.

“An old friend. She’s coming here to help us with Sicheng. Trust me, she and her team are amazing.”

“What are a couple of women going to help? We just need to locate Sicheng and bring him back, it’s easy.”

“You know it won’t be that simple. Come on Jaehyun. Sicheng doesn’t do things without thinking them through. He knew what he was getting into before he joined them.” Taeyong felt bad by what he was saying, but he also knew as well as Jaehyun that it was the truth.

“If you bring in them, I want everybody working on this.”, Jaehyun insisted.

“They aren’t ready yet. They don’t even know what exactly they wanna do.”

Jaehyun crossed his arms.

“I want them in on this.” He was so stubborn, Taeyong didn’t see the point of discussing it with him any longer.

“Okay, fine. Let’s talk to Mark and bring them in. If it’s one of us, then why not use all of our best resources.”

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neocityfics · 4 years

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2096: Zodiac

Chapter: Intro < ❝ Prologue ❞ > Chapter One

➥ Chapter List

Genre: Cyberpunk inspired, mafia-esque, not-so dystopian, angst

Pairing: Doctor! Taeyong x Reader [Sprinkle of other pairings tbd]

Summary: 2094, the disaster happens. The richest become richer with their reddened backs turned, the people around you growing more and more tired, and a certain Dr. Lee plans to change it all. Lucas unknowingly pulls you into the frenzy, and you become part of this confusing and painful process. You catch yourself floating between the conflict of twelve gangs and a world where circuits begin replacing flesh.

Warnings: Moderate cursing, death, heavy events similar to real world situations

A/N: Throughout the writing, there’ll be links (indicated by ▶ Ambience) for a more immersive experience. These are YouTube links, so it may be difficult to switch between YouTube and Tumblr (especially for those unable to have video pop-outs on mobile), so please keep this in mind. I’m also working on a Spotify playlist. I really hope you enjoy my first published piece!

▶ Ambience

The sea of neon purples, pinks, and blues drowned out whatever background activity filled the hustling life of the city. Light harshly touches the exterior of small shops endlessly lining the streets. Though full of living people, it always seemed a bit lonely. Everyone for themselves as it had been before the disaster happened, before life became even harder and resources scarce. Half the world is gone, but for whatever reason, humans continue to persevere. This strength is a unique feat, but it comes with consequences. With the remaining 3 billion people left on Earth, only the Eurasian continent remains the only habitable land thus forcing people to squeeze in tightly. It’s like this everywhere-- tiny housing, famines, and the overgrowing hunger to hold power and wealth much as we did before. The rich stay rich, the poor stay poor.

Life’s tough in Neostone. With hundreds of thousands of people and little food, restaurants struggle to keep open with enough to sell. Fresh water sources and land were replaced with tall housing structures and corporate buildings. Most have to work two or more jobs. Education is non-existent and relies on parents teaching kids different skills through child labor. Further industrialization in the little space the planet has left led to bouts of acid rain from overworked factories. The world’s leaders morph into the same guise: ties stained with blood, suits the product of cheap labor showed off status, and their white-gloved hands tightly gripped heavy silver suitcases. Corruption still plagues the broken systems that hang over society, sustained from before the disaster happened. It seems like we’ll never learn.

Sure, it’s difficult to get by day to day without much, yet the communities outside the wealthy rich businesses were tight-knit. Everyone knows each other’s names. People often trade food scraps for little luxuries to feel any ounce of happiness. Friends hang out near street food vendors where most people are, begging for any kind of calorie. While life in Neostone is tough, the citizens depend on each other for care, not anyone from above.

I don’t think of it much-- how different life would be if the disaster didn’t happen, if the world had never been touched by so much chaos. I knew it’d be the same, that I’d end up still struggling to get from morning to morning. Even with the big drop in population, we live as sardines squished together under a layer of plastic that suffocates us. Nothing has changed. I lost everything.

Though the neons felt like home and they were all I’ve known for the past couple of years, I do remember who I was before this all went downhill. Fresh in college with a mind set on (major(s)/minor(s)), and although uncertain of the future, I was ready to break free from family and understand what it means to live a good life. Debt would hit me hard on my head but I was certain to find ways to pay it off without burdening others. Between jobs and school, I felt like there was a purpose for my movement, for my existence, to be a small gear of a clockwork world. For three years, I managed to get stuff done and become my own separate identity. I never felt more myself for the longest time. One more year to go, I said to myself as my third year comes to a close. But fourth year never came. It happened. The start of summer into my last year in college was the best time I’ve had in my life. During an internship in Japan, I’d gotten a handle of how it was in the real world as part of the workforce. A month into the most enjoyable moments of my life came the disaster.

▶ Ambience, Ambience

I watched the television screens throughout the subway, making my way to my 9am train when the static and distortions of color accompanied the shaking ground beneath me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as the news shifted to an emergency alert. All of a sudden, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, building collapses, and tsunamis were destroying the western hemisphere. The disaster was inexplicable, the most spontaneous event in the history of Earth. I hid in the nearest shelter in Tokyo as realization hit how horrifying everything was. Buildings toppling left and right, people being crushed beneath the debris, splatters of fresh red on the broken bits of glass and metal heaps. That was a day of absolute terror. Within twenty-four hours, half the world was gone. My heart sank as the disasters settled throughout the world, and the news focused on the western hemisphere where I had lived most of my life. That part of the world was gone. My family and college friends were gone.

And I was left alone in Japan.

But the world didn’t change. The same evil corporate heads enforced the same evil policies and practices. The same tired faces dragged their tired bodies until no end just to, at the bare minimum, survive. No matter what form the world took, this was our fate until we went extinct. The only thing that changed perhaps was how many of us were kept in that system, and that the system favoring the wealthy became stronger. So the cycle continues.

▶ Ambience

With the scraps of money I had left on my name and picking up little jobs, I was able to get into a micro apartment. The government was eager to take advantage of the situation and make just enough housing to keep people happy and off the streets, but also enough to ensure some people couldn’t get out of the vicious system so labor was cheap. My space is dingy at best and quite small, but it’s all the comfort I have. Not a day passes where I’m not grateful for a private place to sleep, do business, and let myself feel at ease. Others aren’t so lucky, sleeping behind their food and merchandise stalls or in the nooks and crannies of back alleys. Weeks passed into months where my body ached from overwork, the same for the people I’ve been surrounded with and worked alongside. It’s only been two years since everyone had to rebuild what’s been lost, but it looked only slightly different in Neostone where Tokyo had once been. Only the mega cities were somewhat unscathed by the disaster, and businesses collectively chipped in to remodel them. Rural and suburban areas were either flooded or full of toxic waste.

People from all races and backgrounds who survived into the aftermath of the disaster poured into the cities. I was kindly taken into the dangerous but welcoming community of downtown Neostone, where cooking and selling food in addition to helping at clinic became my new life. At the clinic, I met someone I familiarized myself with to be comfortable and close enough. Having someone around lifted up my motivation. Going by Lucas, a name he adopted to fit in with the rest of downtown Neostone, he worked assiduously the same shifts as me at Pearl Park Clinic. Besides weekends, Lucas and I leave for work together as he lives just a few rooms down in the complex. While working at the clinic down on East Row, he comes to visit for a bite at the street food stall that keeps me busy half the week. Throughout getting to know him within two years, he revealed he also lost family he was close with-- a younger brother and sister who by the sound of his stories were needy brats that he loved so much. It hurts to know they’re gone like my friends are. I was glad I could relate to him and also be someone to lean on. On a roller-coaster of life’s tests, Lucas and I know we have each other’s back.

▶ Ambience

Today was like most days, another Friday morning. The green flash of LED at 7:00am with a loud beeping, a quick splash of cold water against my face, clean clothes, and a quick bite of fruit. The same mindless routine guides me out of the door of the room and down the hall. From my room, 716, to Lucas’s room, 718, was only a few meters away thanks to the tiny size of rooms. I knock once, twice, then thrice, but no reply. Strange. I’m used to Lucas whipping the door wide open at the slightest sound of my footsteps to poke his head out and greet me loudly. Should I knock again? Call him? My hand gravitated towards the doorknob, uncertain if we’re on the kind of terms where I can barge in whenever. “Lucas,” I decide to start softly, “I’m here now, we can leave for the clinic.” No reply. Maybe I’ll text him. Unlocking my phone, a smile cracked on my face as a photo of Lucas and I hanging out with some other friends posed in front of our favorite ice cream shop flashed across the screen. No red numbered badge on the messaging app. Today feels a little bit unusual. Typically, he texts when he needs help or won’t be at work. Inhaling in, I choose to try the knob in which a turn and a push of the door unveils the dark, musky room. A room with no Lucas. Noticing the tension in my face and shoulders, I relax them and try not to think of anything bad that could happen to him. Maybe he needed to stop somewhere before going to work. Maybe he’s just out to get groceries and whatnot. Maybe he’s just busy doing something else. I trust he’ll get back to me soon, but the weird pit in my stomach bugged my thoughts.

Down the long winding halls, unlocking my phone seemed all I could do, the worry taking over. My pace quickened. It’s 8:00am, the clinic starts up at 9:00am. It’s a long walk through a rather sketchy part of downtown, but it's one I’ve mastered throughout the couple of years and certainly made friends in. Reaching the staircase, my breath was noticeably shallower. This was always the worst part. It took much time and energy just to get to the first floor. Upon stepping into the lobby, I swiftly pick up an umbrella from the community box set near the entrance and begin my path out. The clerk at the counter peaks over his rather raunchy motorcycle magazine, riddled with messy yellow text, and he subtly waves at me. I send the gesture back, taking my leave from the complex. Rain besets Neostone often, the overcast weather permitting low fog and grey clouds to lurk the bubble that is downtown. Chatter and noise blend together from all sides with the rushing waters eagerly greeting storm drains and early risers setting up their stores. In comparison to the staircase, the lengthy walk to the clinic is always a breeze, and it helps calm the nerves as I ready myself for a busier pace of day. Every five minutes, I unlocked my phone again to see if Lucas had contacted me. Still no sign of him.

▶ Ambience

After what seems like the longest walk of my life, some staff of the community medical clinic greet me and provide a list of my duties right away. 9:00am right on the dot. I take in what needs to get done, reading off the slightly crumpled paper between my fingers. Towel laundry… Disinfect beds in the North Wing… Prepare a warm epsom salt bath for patients in the East Wing… Always busy on Fridays when the work week is over and people live out their less-than-safe life decisions. Less work, more injuries, and more patients. A voice sharply interrupts, “Hey! Where’s Lucas? You two always arrive here together.” My heart sank. So he isn’t at work. Where could that man possibly be?

Tension grows but a sigh leaves my chest as I formulate some sort of response to the nurse, “He might be sick, I’m not sure where he went. Usually he tells me, but I’m sure he has his reasons.” The lady nodded and clicked her tongue as if irritated. A pause before I ask her, “Why, are we short-staffed today?” She gives a vexed nod again, taking her leave as another staff member urges her towards a patient. Stupid question. We always are understaffed. Located on the intersection of Bear Walk and Oak Lane as suspension railways weave between buildings, Pearl Park Medical Clinic threw itself into one of downtown’s busiest and most dangerous areas. Crimes being committed everyday that send people into the clinic, drunkards finding their way through the doors to spew anger uncalled for against the staff, and the homeless just asking for a pillow or blanket while they sleep outside as they’re reminded of the cold, hard pavement soaked with rain. Of course, we must treat everyone’s needs… and wants in some cases. Only a couple dozen of us work the two-floored piece of the tall establishment which also houses struggling law firms, compact grocery stores, beauty salons, and wireless carriers. This place is a mini mall, but not for the faint-of-heart mall goers. Murder, sabotage, and sickness run rampant. However, it’s the place Lucas and I call home. From Tuesday to Friday, from 9:00am to 8:00pm, my hands pruned from washing equipment and fabric constantly, legs moved to and from wing to wing to prepare stations, mind boggled by the surprising sights of Neostone’s everyday life. The dirty white walls, gowns, and noise make me feel rejuvenation each time I clock in for shifts. Home. A place of belonging. Everyone accepted me in, even as a seemingly insignificant part of the operation. For Lucas, he tells me so often as if I forget easily, it’s a dream come half true.

Lucas aspired to be a doctor. It was his lifelong desire to help others, fascinated by how many times the human body tested the limits and broke them, and how he could save someone’s life. That was his purpose. Unfortunately, he fell into the same boat as I did, not being able to finish college because of the disaster. As per hiring policy, Pearl Park requires employees to be degree holders in biology, chemistry, biochemistry, or any other related field. Lucas was studying biochemistry with a neuroscience minor. Beyond impressive were his grades by what Lucas boasts to me, though I can’t confirm since the disaster destroyed his documents. In his third year, he already started planning his senior capstone project with research on the nervous system of several types of animals. We bonded over doing labs, the silliest or most dreadful courses we sat through, and how the university dining food sucked and ripped us all off. But it was a waste. In this new society, formal higher education is not important. Some schooling still persists, but they’re limited to small, dusty, singular classrooms led by underpaid teachers. Families tend to force children into work as it’s deemed more beneficial in learning practical home economics rather than mathematical theories, ethics, physical sciences, and so much more. The mindset of the remaining world focused on survival versus getting jobs of higher pay and better conditions. No one could blame us when authority breaks and the top 1% fully turn their back on you. Despite being turned down for medical practice, Lucas still wholeheartedly accepted the situation and embraced helping out in the clinic. Here and there with a bit of discreteness, Lucas does patch up some patients with bandage, disinfect cuts, and give advice for those with physical pain. Might I add, he’s quite popular with the patients as well, handsome and charming as he is. I’ll admit to it, I’m jealous of how he lifts everyone up in the toughest hours. Shortly after he joined, my arrival a week later brought him joy knowing I was stuck in the same sticky situation he was in. His passion could be seen a mile away. On the other hand, I just needed this job to keep myself afloat like everyone else.

I snap back to reality when one of the doctors, Dr. Lee who made a beeline towards one of the stations, bumped my side. Asshole, I think to myself. He’s head of the Pearl Park operation, so I don’t feel the desire to cause trouble by reprimanding him. This job allows me to hang onto my existence and sanity with my apartment, I couldn’t afford to lose it. His voice booms suddenly, startling nearby staff, “Is Lucas not here? I need him to help.” His voice trails off and erupts again, “With surgery preparation on Monday,” he swivels his head to one of the lead nurses, “We’re doing a skin graft for a severely burned person.” Despite the cold aura, his face contorted with concern and urgency. The patients put complete faith into him as he’s been a well-known medical practitioner since before the disaster. My imagination briefly ponders the severity of the injury as if I haven’t seen my fair share of nasty burn wounds. Shoulders shudder for a moment, and then I begin towards the North Wing where my first duty awaits.

▶ Ambience

Phew. That might’ve been the longest shift of my life. All day, the image of Lucas constantly itched at the back of my mind. It was difficult to focus, but I managed to get through the hours until 8:00pm. With my feet aching from exhaustion and a slight headache from lack of food or water, I decide to pay a visit to my other favorite place: East Row’s finest Chinese street food, Electric Egg. In my innermost thoughts, I’d hope to see Lucas there, munching away on tea eggs. That was his go-to snack after shifts at the clinic. Being on your feet all day does quite a bit of damage and leaves the stomach to growl, to fight for a delicious energy replenishment. When I arrive, one of my coworkers greets me cheerfully, shouting and waving my name as I draw closer, much to my embarrassment. “Sicheng,” my voice laced with laughter, “how’s business!” Our most common exchange, with the most common reply. With a hardy laugh, he shoots back, “The everyday thing, you know. Slow.” Sicheng’s smile invites me towards the side of the stall as he prepares what he knows are my regular dishes of choice. “Xi’an pancake and sesame tang yuan, coming right up!” As if on cue, my stomach beams in excitement and I lay my hand on it to feel the grumble, making Sicheng to laugh. “How’s work by the way, and where’s Lucas? I have his tea eggs already here.” I glanced to the side of the cart Sicheng worked away at, and indeed Lucas’s tea eggs sat prettily in a mug, waiting to be eaten.

I sigh, turning Sicheng’s grin into a straight line. He’s observant and knows how to read the room well. After a pause to gather myself, I sit down on a stool facing Sicheng and begin to tell him my worries. “I’m not sure if maybe I’m overthinking this, but Lucas always tells me if he’s not feeling well enough to work or go out somewhere. But he was gone this morning, he wasn’t in his room when I left for the clinic. He didn’t show up to the shift, and so many bad things could’ve happened, especially in the area we’re in. I’ve been checking my phone the entire day, but I’ve gotten no resp--”

“My tea eggs! You’re the best Sicheng, I really needed this after a long day, oh my god. You guys have no idea, my belly’s been howling!”

I froze. I know that voice too damn well. Anger immediately boiled within me, and it burst like the hot oil that hits Sicheng’s arms as he cooked. “You. Piece. Of. Shit,” I whipped my entire self around to face the tall man who unsurprisingly turned out to be Lucas with his disheveled hair framing his stupid little face. “Did you not see your call log? It’s just me, me, me, me, me, and oh guess who… me!” The tone in my words frightened even me, even more so realizing both Lucas and Sicheng’s widened eyes. I earned some dirty looks from customers as well. Nevertheless, I was pissed.

Lucas’s heightened shoulders steadily fall. “Hey, I’m sorry… Something really urgent came up, and it’s very personal to me. I hope you understand. I should’ve told you as soon as it came up.” His jaw clenches, his fists tightening their grip against the counter as he sternly looks at me across the food stall. I shake my head and roll my eyes, gaining a scolding expression from Sicheng who’s confusion was written all over his face. Deep within me, I know Lucas is sincere.

I start back up, loosening my voice to become gentle, “Eat your tea eggs, please. They’re getting cold and Sicheng prepared them for you early.” Silence followed, then the chewing noises from Lucas hungrily devouring his food. Maybe today was a hard day by the looks of it. Lucas took care of his appearance, so it was a shock to see him in a seemingly vulnerable state. His eye bags seem bulging and darkened, a sign of a sleepless night. Unsure of what to think, I let go of my displeasure and chip away at my pancake and rice balls. After satisfying our hunger, Lucas and I bid Sicheng a goodbye and head back to our apartment complex. The walk is painfully awkward.

▶ Ambience

This feeling is nice. To have Lucas back as we go through our nightly routine of washing our faces and brushing our teeth in a tiny community bathroom. Our mannerisms seem slightly less stiff, and though minimal, it takes a huge weight off my shoulders. He’s back and I feel secure again. But he doesn’t bring up anything about earlier. I’m about to comment on his long-sleeved shirt as he’s the biggest heat anti in the world, refusing to wear anything that isn’t a muscle tee. But the rough emotions rattled us both, so I drop it from my list of questions to ask. We get ready for bed in silence, only starting to discuss things when we finish up and plop on the floor of my apartment. I tried to figure out if I was uncomfortable from the cold floor or for the conversation that might unfold. Since Lucas has been excruciatingly quiet, I take the initiative, “I sent so many messages and calls today. Do you know how worried I was?” Disappointment heavily coat my concerns. “This isn’t like you, I was seriously going to lose my mind. Please… can you tell me what’s going on?”

It pains me to see him looking like he’s kicked down again from having an already bad day, but I needed answers. He’s the person I trust the most in the life we have now. His chest inflated and quickly deflated. “I’m about to show you something. It might freak you out.” He tugs at the ribbed cuff of his left sleeve. A tattoo? Perhaps a little smiley face or some unconventional design placed oddly on his arm that he wanted to cover since we work at a clinic? Though tattoos are normalized on staff... Or an injury? Whatever it is, I just want to know whatever he’s hiding. “Promise me you won’t make a big commotion, I will explain.”

Without much thinking, I grow irritated at him for dragging this out, so I reach for the end of his shirt and pull it up quickly, unveiling the truth. My body and mind go rigid at the sight, unable to process whatever this… contraption was. “Lucas… what the hell is this,” I ask, alarmed, taking in the faintly glowing circuits and tiny sparks of blue electricity lighting up and down tubes that poke in and out of the machinery. From his shoulder down to his fingers, metals and screws and wires replace his flesh. After a long minute of examination and curiosity, I turn my attention back to Lucas’s face which expressed great worry, fear, and uncertainty. “Is this the reason you were gone today?” He gently shook my hand off and swiftly covered his arm with his shirt again. With a dejected look, he takes his eyes off mine and pins them on the dusty floorboards. His arm is no longer human.

“Dr. Lee from the clinic.”

#2096: zodiac #taeyong x reader #cyberpunk au #mafia au #taeyong reader insert #nct taeyong #nct 127 #nct u #nct #kpop fanfic #lee taeyong #wong yukhei #lucas #wayv #nct angst #nct mafia au #winwin #dong sicheng

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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Wanted: NeoZone

mafia fic game!au x nct 127

part 8 / masterlist + guidelines

After years and years of research and investigation from the police, detectives, and victims— it has been narrowed down to 10 suspects.

Would you like to help catch NeoZone?

Yes No

a/n: ya'll are so so close and one of u identified it right huhuhuhu

taglist: @lavellanfriendliness @forever-skz @miyayassy @smoljh

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neo-culture-mafia · 5 years

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NCT 127 (+Lucas) Reaction: S/O Gaining Feelings After an Arranged Marriage

Hello people!! This took…some time lol. I was working on this during finals and I just wanna apologize to @ilook-soperfectstandinghere14 AGAIN for not getting this up earlier. Please leave feedback…cause I suck at fluff…but I tried (not all are fluff btw) so…yeah…alright bye.

Also…Winwin is in this. Until SM puts out an official statement saying WInwin is NOT in NCT 127…you’re gonna deal with my ass being an OT10 stan…just saying. If you wanna fight me on it…just remember the block button is easier to press than you think ;).

LEE TAEYONG:

He wanted to rule by himself…not have a ‘queen’ as his parents called you. He had told you the night of the wedding that you have your room and he has his room and not to cross each other’s lines and boundaries. You were completely fine with that and respected that…but then your emotions got ahold of you and your heart was yearning for someone’s affection. You wanted Taeyong but you knew that you and he would never mix. It was like hell trying to not go up and talk to him and start something…anything.

At dinner was the worst though. You would eat alone at the super long dining room table meant to fill 40 more people…and you sat by yourself with the only thing to keep you company – your mind.

You would sit and eat and sit…and eat with no show of Taeyong. He would take his food in his office just so he didn’t have to sit with you. It hurt a little, but you’ve grown used to it now.

Tonight was different though…it was eerie and more silent than usual. The silence was deafening. Just to hear something, you ‘accidentally’ clanked your fork against your plate.

The ring calmed your heart but still made you on edge. Then as if on cue – lights go out. In a matter of seconds, you were out of your seat and bustling around in the dark; your fear making you move quickly.

Down the hall, the 8th door on the left: Taeyong’s office. Yet you would never know that you never actually made it out of the dining room. You were going around in circles.

You could hear screams and shots coming from the kitchen. Your breathing became ragged and everything was running on adrenaline. Your mouth and chest were paralyzed with fear and the want of surviving the night…but you weren’t sure. For all you knew–it was every man for himself. You were screwed.

But you were pulled against someone. You started thrashing and fighting but the person put your head in their chest and you knew it was Taeyong. You couldn’t help but let some tears seep onto his t-shirt as he quietly and efficiently pulled you from the room. Screams for help still echoed and you squeezed your eyes shut and put your hands over your ears.

Taeyong brought you to the garage where he threw you in the backseat and got in the front. He hit the gas and got the hell out of there. Some cars chased you guys for a little bit, but he made sure to cover his trails correctly.

You still sat in the back in a position that made you look vulnerable and weak. The screams of the workers were still in your mind as he twisted and turned on never ending roads.

You felt a calloused yet welcoming and warm hand sit on your leg. You looked up to see Taeyong. He would look at you from his rearview mirror and switch from you to the roads.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you could only shrug. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you…” He said and you both made eye contact through the mirror.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself afterward.”

MOON TAEIL

You and he had been trying to make this go as smoothly as possible. You would be with each other for a while…so why hate each other during that time?

You both respected each other and learned to live civilly. Both of you were basically the bestest friends now. So you both had been on dates and you were quickly going mad for him…and he was going mad for you too. The way he was never afraid to smile and be so loving. He walked in and immediately made it feel warm and shiny.

It had been thundering and usually, you wouldn’t care…it was a thunderstorm – big whoop. Yet, the power shut off…and so did the heat. It was already 11 the last time you checked and the room became dark and clustered. Your mind made images out of things that weren’t there in the first place. It was nerve-racking and stressful for it being so late at night.

You tried closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland but nothing was happening. The covers still weren’t providing warmth so you turned for your hoodie and it still changed nothing. You became grumpy and sleepy but most importantly…COLD. “This is so annoying.” You groaned and stood up, throwing your slippers on.

It felt like it had been 5 minutes, but you would later find out it had been a whole hour of you shivering in the cold. You were already throwing in the towel and was going to find somewhere else to sleep: under the rug, in the curtains, in the coat closet…somewhere.

You made it right out your door and was in front of Taeil’s. You were still highly considering the coat closet. Yet, your hand came up to knock the hard wood. Your heart began to race as you heard some groans and shuffling towards the door. Your heart completely stopped when the door opened to a tired Taeil that was in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Yeah?” He asked and you couldn’t form words correctly. How was he so handsome this early in the morning?! What magic was this?!

“Uh…the uh- power-” “Why is it so cold?” He yawned and stretched. “Well the uh-” “Come on I’m tired and cold. You look warm.” He said grabbing you and pulling you into his room.

You had no time to protest or even think before he picked you up and threw you on his bed. He literally rolled over you and put all the sheets on both of you. “o-okay.” You mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and leveled his breathing out.

“…it was cold…” He mumbled and you chuckled for a moment. “Yeah…” you agreed while nodding. He brought you even closer if that was even possible. “But it’s warmer since you’re here.” he said and your heart started beating rapidly. He didn’t want you to know that his heart was going even faster though.

You yawned and rubbed your eye. “Go to sleep…we can make breakfast later…” he reasoned and you nodded. You did something risky and put your head on his chest. He prayed to a higher being that you couldn’t hear his fast-paced heart.

He sat there for the next half hour just looking at you and falling more in love with you than you could ever fall in love with him…and he never wanted this feeling to end.

SEO JOHNNY

You both were slow but becoming very close. You guys know that you both could never truly love each other knowing all of it was forced…but your heart didn’t know that. You were slowly going insane over it too.

Both of you were out and hanging around with each other and just at the local cafe. It was an ambient place and you were hoping you could talk to him about how you’ve been feeling lately. Yet you already knew he didn’t feel the same. From the way he looked at other girls to the way he looked at you: you were positive it was never meant t be. But being forced into marriage by your parents after the company went under – you just hoped that there would be at least a little spark. A little something that made you hope you wouldn’t live the rest of your life as a side piece.

You both sat there, talking about domestic things. Sipping your coffee, you wish it would drown the feelings in your mind and chest…but to no avail you still sat there – the thoughts drowning you.

“Hey, Johnny?” You asked and he looked to you, pushing his glasses up. “Yeah y/n?” He asked checking his phone but you still carried on. “I have had something to get off my chest.” You sighed and put your almost empty cup down again.

“I think I really li-” “Wait…before you carry on.” He said interrupting your confession. He looked to the cashier station where a girl was counting single dollars.

“Do you think you could go give her my number?” He asked as he looked to you with desperate eyes. “Uh…huh?” You shook your head to try and wake yourself up and hear better. “Like…go give her my number and tell her to call me?” He said looking like a child who wanted a new toy.

He was asking his legal wife…to go and help him get a date??

Your heart felt as if it shriveled up and was thrown into the pit of your stomach. “Oh…yeah…sure.” You said and he slipped you a napkin. He kicked your foot to get you to hurry up. You took your phone and purse, walking over to the cashier.

She looked up at the last minute and smiled. “Can I help you?” She asked and you put the napkin down. “My friend over there wanted to give you his number.” You said bitterly yet with a plastered on a smile.

You wanted the smile to squint your eyes to hide the hurt and welling tears. “Really?” She jumped a little and you nodded, sliding her the napkin.

“I wish you luck.” You said and turned around towards the door. “Oh…y/n?” You heard Johnny call but you kept walking as you blocked out his perfect stupid voice. You walked out and down the street in the opposite direction as the tears traveled down your face.

It was the undelivered truth that you truly loved him…but it didn’t have to be delivered that he did not love you back.

NAKAMOTO YUTA

He just didn’t want the rest of the life hating someone…so he liked you…eventually.

It definitely took him getting used to having someone sit across from him every morning. Naturally, he wasn’t a morning person…but you were. He never wondered why someone was so happy for sleep to come to an end. Sleep was beautiful…and you loved being out of it.

He woke up and walked out of his bedroom. He walked past yours and saw you were already out of the messy bed. He sighed and realized he would have to meet your happiness sometime today…eventually.

He walked into you making breakfast for the both of you. “Look who’s up early…again.” He mumbled the last part. “Yep! I’m making eggs and sausage.” You smiled and rolled the sausage. “…fun…” he said as he grabbed an apple and sat down at a high sitting chair next to the counter. He looked over your work as he munched on the apple.

His nice black t-shirt contrasted against his messed up bed-head. You hummed a tune and he wanted to vomit at your cheery side. “Why are you so happy every morning?” He asked and you smiled a little more as you grabbed plates. “Because everything is waking up.” You said and he just cocked an eyebrow.

“And it’s time to make new memories. New day…new experiences to experience.” You hummed as you plated his food. He just looked onto you, your movements and actions becoming calming for him to observe. “And besides…you never know how long you have left. Live every moment like the last.” You offered the plate to him. He grabbed it with one hand. “Time is meaningless.” He said as he took the plate to his seat. You sighed and sat down across from him with your own food.

The smile now faded and the want to just get through the day set in. Yuta noticed the silence and became hesitant. “You…being happy all the time…makes me happy…” He said and you couldn’t hide the little smile.

“I’m happy you’re happy…and it puts me in a better mood.” He rolled his eyes at his confession and you smiled more. “Thank you, Yuta.” You said and took a bite of your eggs.

He smiled a little and saw his outlook on the day rise when he saw your shy smile. It was warming and comforting. His heart twinged and he could feel a spark in his cheeks…maybe waking up to your smile every morning wouldn’t be as bad as he first thought.

KIM DOYOUNG

He didn’t want to have to deal with another person’s affection. He didn’t want to care for another person’s life when he couldn’t take care of his own sometimes. It was all a hassle. But you didn’t see it like that.

You loved looking out for him and making sure he was comfortable and had anything he wanted. It was a hard journey for your heart to go through the couple weeks after the wedding. More nights he would spend in his office and not in the house that was supposed to feel like a home.

You guys would do things that a normal ‘couple’ would do…just without the affection…and love.

Both of you guys were out for drinks at the local bar. He had been stressed at work lately and just wanted him to open up to you about it. He didn’t like opening up to people, but for some reason, he found it easier with you. He swigged down the dark liquid and asked for a refill. “But the deadline is coming up and I just don’t think Taeyong is appreciating how hard I have been working.” He said and you nodded, laying a comforting hand on his forearm. “Well, then I think you should tell him to lay off a little and tell him you understand why he’s getting frustrated. But also, you’re the only person doing the work he needs done.” You said and the look in his eyes looked a little happier than when you guys first walked in.

“Thanks, y/n.” He pinched your cheek lightly. “No problem.” You smiled and finally retracted your hand from his arm.

“Wanna go walk around for a little bit before going back to the house?” He asked and you certainly obliged to the thought of a nice walk. He paid for both of your guys’ drinks and you guys walked out into the street. You guys began walking towards the park at the end of the road.

Yet the little things he did made your heart swell…and the free air clogged up your throat as you walked.

You were walking close to the curb, but you almost choked when you felt his hand on your lower back. He guided you into the middle of the sidewalk so he was where you once stood. “All the idiot drivers are out right now.” He excused his actions and you nodded; understanding his reasoning and purpose.

You both continued walking and making the journey towards the park. The walk lead you guys past some crappy and shady bars though. The type of bars that had the stereotypical thugs sitting outside and whistling at anything with 2 legs.

You had passed a couple already and the comments were just getting worse as the sun continued to go down. The familiar smell of weed hit your nostrils and knew another bar was coming up. “Here. It’s getting cold.” He said stopping for a moment and slipping his jacket off. He just laid it across your shoulders so it covered your upper body. Your face heated up as the smell of weed was replaced with his cologne.

You guys walked past the bar, and the comments were the worst of the night. You felt Doyoung’s arm slip around your back and onto your waist. His strong pull carried you into his side. The look coming from Doyoung’s eyes could make demons cry…but it showed you he cared.

He didn’t want people looking at something that was his…he hated to admit that…but you were his and no one else’s.

(I’m such a hoe for this bunny boy I am so sorry)

JUNG JAEHYUN

He was in paradise from the day since the wedding. He always wanted to be a husband and then a father…and half of his dream was already accomplished. You were all for being a wife and carrying the usual duties.

You both fell for each other at least 3 days after the ceremony. He loved doing such domestic things such as: cooking you breakfast, having lazy days and watching Disney movies in bed till 1 pm, baking with you, helping you cook dinner after a long day of training, go out for late night strolls and overall being affectionate with one person.

He realized at the same time that you did that this was forever. So why not put all of his affection into you? You wouldn’t be going away any time soon; you returned his affection.

He was the stereotypical dream husband and you were in love. Would make your coffee, attempt to do your hair, giggle with you during late night conversations, stare at you and when asked why he would give the excuse of you being too beautiful.

It was early in the morning and it had been a long night of waiting up for him. He had been on a mission and you were prepared with food and a drink upon his return. 2 am hit and he trudged in with a long and exasperated sigh. You pointed at him from your spot on the couch. “Don’t get blood on my carpet!” You said and he chuckled. “Yes Dear~~” He sang as he sat down on the bench and release hit feet from the combat boots he wore regularly (regular huh). You went over as he popped his back and you cringed at the sound. “Ouch.” You said and he chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you in front of him. “Tell me about it.” He said and just rested his head on your stomach.

Your hands ran through his hair and over the stress lines on his forehead. “You tired?” You asked and he nodded. His arms came up and held onto your body – his usual spot to hold you while sleeping.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, eat, and then we can go to sleep and I can rub your back.” You offered and he nodded tiredly. He sighed as he stood up and towered over you (this man is a whole ass 6′0″ PROBABLY closer to 6′1″…he a tree). “Also throw your clothes out before hopping in so I can throw them in the washing machine.” You called as you walked to the kitchen to heat up his food. “Yes, honey ~~” He called and the door shut as your heart raced a little faster.

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You guys just laid there and listened to each other’s breathing. Your hand ran over his back; rubbing at knots littering around his toned back. “You’re so warm.” You called feeling his forehead. “No. You’re just too cold.” He said and brought you into a bear-like embrace.

“Now shush. Go to sleep.” He said as he released his grip only a little bit. “…and thank you for dinner…it was amazing…”

DONG SICHENG (WINWIN)

He liked to be controlling everything in his branch. He was open to the idea of marriage but was always afraid to lose his other half; to his work, to emotions…to falling out of love with him.

So when you two wed each other, it was okay in the beginning. He never thought you would stick by him for as long as you have. You thought he was charming and wondered why he wasn’t loved by everyone. He was so loveable and so well put together to not love him. His mannerisms, sense of humor, charm, and his protectiveness…he was perfect to you. But you also understood why he distanced himself from you.

He had left on a business trip for 3 weeks. Building up to his departure, he tried getting closer to you and tried showing his love for you…but it wasn’t working out the way he wanted it to. He was almost for certain that as soon as he left, you would run away from this place and never look back; for he was a monster in his mind and undeserving of love.

Yet you sat there, counting down the days to his return. Yeah – it was really lonely in his house all alone, but you utilized the time to learn some things. You baked – ALOT. You drew a while. You read a lot of books. You watched movies. You made new food creations to show him when he got back. You cleaned and made the house spotless. It was all perfect for his return where you assumed he would want to unwind and relax.

You decided what you wanted to make for his first night back home, and decided on some comfort food.

You were going to surprise him and pretend you weren’t home and then turn on the lights and tackle him into a hug. It was going to be amazing…but you obviously didn’t know he thought you were going to be gone in the first place.

You had begun getting ready; cooking the food, cleaning up some loose things, getting some beverages ready, and then you heard him buzz into the gate. You shut off all the lights and hid behind the couch next to the front door.

You were all giddy from excitement as soon as he walked in. You saw how the moonlight streamed in behind him. He looked hopeful when he first walked in…but he just nodded to himself and looked a little sad as he just tossed his keys messily into the key bowl.

You then turned on the lights and jumped over the couch. “Welcome home!” You yelled and hopped into his arms. He was taken aback for sure. He was shocked and his heart jumped, realizing you had waited for him all this time.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he automatically held onto you like you were a plushie. He couldn’t help his eyes getting a little wet. You were still here…and you were happy to see him…and he was happy that you were still here and showed you still cared for him. You chuckled a little. “Welcome home.” You said a little quieter so it was a little more intimate moment between both of you.

He felt a peck on his cheek and just held you tighter. “Happy to be back.” He whispered back and he wanted to stay in this moment forever. “Oooo! I cooked dinner! It’s going to be cold if we don’t hurry up!” You shimmied out of his grip. He slipped off his shoes and took off his heavy jacket; as you dragged him into to kitchen filled to the brim with some of his favorite foods, he couldn’t help the smile staying on his face.

He smiled as you looked at his reaction. “Does it look good?” You asked in anticipation and he nodded. “Looks perfect.”

KIM JUNGWOO

Because of his position…he was just unable to love anyone. He had become severely detached from this cookie-cutter ideality of ‘love’. He wanted love…but was just unable to feel it. He could feel ‘it’ during work…but not emotionally…it was never truly love.

He knew you were in love and he could do nothing about it. All he could do was sit back and watch as you realized this was never going to work out. It was painful for not only you but him.

He didn’t want to leave you in the dark…but it’s all he could do. He doesn’t blame you at all … but himself for getting you into this mess when you didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.

You and him sat next to each other at a movie. You were hoping you could do something during the movie to elicit a spark of emotion out of him (not like that)…but to no avail…you were left high and dry.

The movie had been droning on for what seemed like forever and it was getting boring and repetitive now. You fake yawned and leaned your head on his shoulder. You cuddled in closer…and you could feel his breath become quicker. You were now happy…knowing that this could work out if he just let it happen…

But as he looked down at you, he felt pity. He wasn’t in love…he was uncomfortable for you were smooshing his pocket knife into his ribs. One wrong cuddle and boom…trip to the infirmary.

He couldn’t deny that you were adorable and an amazing person…but he just couldn’t ‘love’ you. So for the rest of the movie while you were lead on y your own fantasies and dreams of the unrequited love finally happening…he sat there hating himself and not knowing what to do anymore.

It was a lost cause.

WONG YUKHEI (LUCAS)

He was a lover…not fighter. So yes, his ideal wasn’t to get married so young…but he was along for the ride of life.

He was nervous but once meeting you, all his nervousness and fears perished like fine dust. You thought he was perfect for you and you were perfect for him.

The ‘honeymoon’ was full of jokes and getting to know each other. But, as soon as you both returned home - it was all business.

You both decided that instead of taking it slow, take it how every newlywed would. No separate bedrooms, be open with each other, etc. It wasn’t too fast in both of your opinions. It should be normal.

It was in the middle of the day and you were currently catching up on the news. The door burst open and in came Lucas. “Oh…hi.” You said as you looked at your husband who just stood in the middle of the living room. He stayed silenced and just continued to stare at you. “You good?” You asked and he didn’t answer – continuing the uncomfortable stare.

After another 30 seconds of silence, he broke the deafening quietness.

“I want a sandwich.” He said as he turned and walked into the kitchen. “…what?!…” You got up and walked after him. You just stood there and watched as your tree of a husband made himself a sandwich. “All the uncomfortable staring for a sandwich?” You asked and he shrugged. “Want one?” He asked and you could only shake your head.

He cleaned up and sat down at the counter island. He motioned you over and set you down on his lap. “Eat.” He said holding up the sandwich. “No, I’m not hungry.” You laughed but he kept pushing it closer; making himself laugh.

His arm was wrapped around your body to make sure you wouldn’t fall. “Come on, just one bite.” He smiled at your laughing figure. “No. I said I wasn’t hungry.” You laughed more. “Fine. But I’m still hungry.” He said dropping his sandwich on the plate.

He grabbed both sides of your face and began laying small and cute kisses all over your giggling face. He loved you and you loved him and you both could never get enough.

LEE MINHYUNG (MARK)

He didn’t want to get married. He thought it was unneeded and super stupid. He actually tried skipping his own wedding…until Taeyong found him hiding in the back of his car.

Yet, he was dragged in and forced to do vows. He ended the ceremony with an ‘I do or whatever’ and a fist bumped. People were confused as they clapped and he exited the church before everyone else.

It was a wild ride at first…but he got used to it. So used to having you that it was weird when he didn’t. You were in love with him…or at least the ‘him’ that everyone talked about. You did everything you could to make him comfortable so he didn’t have to do anything and could live the rest of his life comfortably.

You cooked him a warm dinner every night and made sure his laundry was done and the bloodstains weren’t stains anymore and that he always had love and affection to have if he ever wanted it.

But enough was enough. You were done giving him love when he couldn’t even acknowledge your existence sometimes. You printed out the right forms and were going to demand that Taeyong signs and declares the marriage no more.

It was raining outside and you felt so alone as you walked the distance across the base. Hyuck saw you and asked what was going on.

You gladly told him and he didn’t waste time in trying to find Mark; for how he really knew how Mark truly felt on your guys’ relationship.

Hyuck had to deal with Mark gushing about you wearing his hoodie on accident; you getting scolded about you wearing his clothes - “I was just about to wear that! Why are you going into my clothes?! They’re my clothes for a reason!”. Hyuck still hasn’t lived down Mark talking about how good your cupcakes are; while he sits and critiques them to your face - “They’re hella dry. But I’ll just take the rest with me to work to get rid of them. I don’t think anyone will like them though. They don’t have enough icing.” Then hoarded them at work and yelled at anyone who came close to breathing next to them. Hyuck still doesn’t understand how someone can never get tired of talking about your sleeping habits; but he sits there with you and calls them annoying - “I hate when you cuddle me and curl into a ball…it’s so uncomfortable! I barely got sleep last night!”.

But in reality, Mark wishes he sat there and told you how he truly feels. He loves everything you are and everything you do.

He even sat there and cried because he thought he was going to lose you. The whole Junior Forces never saw Mark feel so guilty and scared at the same time.

Hyuck ran as fast as he could to the training center. “M-mark. Y-y/n.” He breathed heavily, pointing outside the window to where he had just been. Mark was busy talking to Johnny and Jaehyun about a class when the younger rushed in.

“What? Is she okay?” Mark asked, still sitting. “Going to Tae. Divorce papers…crying.” He choked out, trying to calm his wheezing. Mark dropped his phone, everyone ‘ooo’ing’ as they now saw his absolutely destroyed screen. “Where is she?” Mark asked as he ran down the steps. “1 block, right.” Haechan said as he sat down on the dirty ground – catching his breath. “Wow. I need to get in shape.”

Mark’s heart started racing as he saw your silhouette walking into the base headquarters. You never even looked back as he screamed your name. He pumped his legs even faster as the door closed behind you.

He made it to the door, a panic attack ready to break down his body once again. “No no no no no.” he hummed as he pushed interns and trainees to get to Taeyong’s office and stop you before it’s too late.

He turned the corner and saw you walk in. “Y/N!!!” He bellowed and you jumped. You looked at him and rolled your eyes, closing the door fully.

He raced to the door and kicked it open; your body already sitting down and Taeyong shocked at the whole outburst.

“No. We…we are NOT getting a d-divorce.” Mark clarified, running a hand through his hair that was matted to his forehead. “Mark.” You breathed and Taeyong still sat there shocked.

“No. Just please give me time to explain.” He said, some tears slipping down his face. His chest started heaving in and out. “Please.” He choked out, grabbing at the sides of his head.

“Hey, calm down.” You said walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. His hands shook like a bartenders glass and his chest was on fire.

“Plea-…” He began. “Take him home y/n.” Taeyong called softly. You obliged and lead Mark out of the office and down the hall. You guided Mark all the way past the dorms and towards the apartments.

His body still shook as tears streamed down his face.

Once he was inside, the first thing to do was calm him down. You set him on the couch as his hands rubbed painfully over his jean-clad knees. You went to his closet and pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants.

You gave it to him and went to the kitchen to make him something to calm down; returning to him fully changed with a look of pain and helplessness on his face.

You sat next to him and put your hand on his that laid on his thigh. “Now what’s going on?” You asked and he hiccuped, eyes welling with tears.

“Please…please don’t leave me.” He said and you just stared at him, remembering the documents. “…Mark-” you sighed, looking into your own lap.

“No. Just let me explain myself.” he hopped off to the couch quickly. He stood in front of you and started getting emotional again. “I…” He began but needed to take a second to compose himself. “I know…I am not the best husband. In fact, I’m probably the worst. “ He said and you tuned directly to his speech.

“I am an asshole to you every day. When in reality, you are one of the best things to happen to me.” He confessed. Your heart began to swell. “And I love your cupcakes.” He said and you giggled a little bit. The tears kept pouring down his face though.

“And I love when you curl up next to me because you look so cute and pure and I don’t deserve you.” He cried. “And I love when you wear my clothes. You look amazing and like a goddess and I love your cooking and your caring nature. I love everything you do.” He began babbling.

You went over and just hugged him. “and…I love you.” He finally confessed and you held him tighter. You broke away and went back to the counter and grabbed the papers. You went to the front door and Mark thought that was it…you were gone.

Yet you returned with a lighter and a trash can. You burned the divorce papers and saw his eyes light up even brighter than the flames.

He stepped aside from the burning trash and grabbed you. He kissed you for the first time and it was the most thrilling thing ever.

Nothing would go completely smooth right after this…you guys have to work on a lot of things. But now, at least you know he cares and he cared from a while ago.

LEE DONGHYUCK (Haechan):

He could sense the way you became closer to him…and he couldn’t push you away. It was awkward already when you both stood in your respective doorframes; both deciding to exit the room for breakfast at the same time. Both staring at each other to see who would walk towards the kitchen first.

Of course, Hyuck would let you walk first as he closed his door again and slid down it so you wouldn’t see him freak out and grip his fists in frustration.

But you walked to the kitchen, wanting him to come down and just have a normal breakfast like a ‘wife’ and ‘husband’ should…but it doesn’t look like that was gonna happen anytime soon. Even if the world was going to end tomorrow; you were almost positive that he would up and leave to spend it alone…and it was sad but it was true.

You skipped around the kitchen in the way of the kitchen staff. “Is master Haechan coming down for breakfast?” An older woman asked as she stirred something in a large pot.

You seemed it silly how they called him by his alias in the comfort of his home…and the whole ‘master’ aspect. Even he has said how much he hated it.

You smiled and grabbed an apple. “Hopefully. He has been working all morning.” You smiled and began walking out after giving an excuse for the absent house ruler. He was treated like royalty and looked after by all the staff and probably could lay bedridden all day if he truly wanted.

You turned the corner and automatically ran into a bigger body. Hands came out to your arms and steadied you. You were face to face with your ‘husband’ and it was crazy. You haven’t been this close since the wedding. It was all surreal.

“You okay?” He asked and all you could do was a nod in response to his questions. “Sorry.” You muttered and tried to slip around him. The tinge in your cheeks was burning all through your nose and face. His arm quickly came out and stopped you from moving any further.

“Y/N…” He trailed off and you could only hum in acknowledgment. “Just…” He began and got caught up in his own words. You looked up into his light and forgiving eyes that were mesmerizing to look at; making your knees week whenever you caught a glimpse of them.

“Just be ready by 8.” He said and walked the rest of the way into the kitchen – leaving you flustered and confused.

You were falling for him…and he wasn’t for you…but he sure as hell was going to make this marriage work.

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Chapter 19

‘Seriously Taeyong, what the hell where you thinking!’ Doyoung yells at Taeyong the moment they enter the house. Taeyong slowly turns his head towards Doyoung, noticing that the member had his hand up in the air. Ready to hit Taeyong. ‘Is this your way of telling me that you actually didn’t forgive some of my mistakes yet?’ Doyoung continues, hand dropping to his side. ‘Or is marriage a joke to you? I honestly don’t understand you, no matter what scenario I choose!’ Taeyong just stays silent, he expected an outburst from Doyoung, however not this big.

‘Wow, wow, wow, calm down,’ Johnny says as he is entering the hallway. ‘Please explain what happened, I am wondering how the meeting went,’ Johnny continues.

‘Ask our leader, I am going to shower,’ Doyoung hissed, making his way upstairs, to his room.

‘Well, okay,’

‘I will explain at dinner. I am in my office, make sure no one bothers me for the remaining of the day,’ Taeyong announced. Also making his way upstairs. Johnny just shrugs his shoulder, the meeting must have went bad.

‘What happened with this wall?’ Johnny then hears Jewel yell from the second floor. Followed by a softer mind your own business. Probably from Doyoung. If Johnny was to rate the anger radiating from Doyoung just a bit earlier it was pretty high, but never has he seen Doyoung ruin something over a meeting that didn’t went well. It must be something else that has been bothering him.

Jewel comes down the stairs, while Johnny is still standing in the middle of the hallway. Thinking about what could have happened for Doyoung to react this way. ‘What are you doing?’ Jewel asks confused, as Johnny is just standing in the hallway.

‘I was thinking about what got Doyoung so mad, but I will go back to work now.’ Johnny then walks to the little gym they have in the house. He explained all kinds of kicks this morning at Dreamland, so now it is time for his own workout.

‘Hello Emiko,’ Shotaro greets the little girl in Japanese. Yuta asked him to babysit, because of a mission, so Shotaro gladly accepted. That is the reason he is now at the daycare center nearby the base. ‘How are you?’ He asks while picking up the little girl. Emiko answers in Japanese, telling the youngest Japanese member that she is tired.

‘Hello, sir? I haven’t seen you around and I was not told someone else was going to pick up Emiko. Could you tell me what you are doing here?’ A lady with dyed blonde hair asks him. He notices the phone that the lady is holding, she is probably ready to call Yuta or the police if he couldn’t answer.

‘Hello, I can. Sadly Yuta couldn’t make it on time today, so he asked me to pick up his daughter. I am a coworker of his,’ Shotaro revealed, this daycare center is really good. Very careful, making sure everyone gets home well. It is only logical Yuta would send Emiko here.

‘So you know mister Nakamoto? I need to call him, before you can leave. Is that okay for you?’ The lady announces, unlocking her phone in order to call Yuta. Shotaro just shrugs, petting the back of the young girl. She yawns before putting her head on his shoulder, struggling to keep her eyes open. After a little bit, the blonde lady comes back. ‘Thank you for waiting, I am sorry you couldn’t leave immediately, but mister Nakamoto let us know it was okay for you to go. Thank you and once again sorry,’ The lady repeatedly apologizes. Shotaro accepts the apology and says goodbye, making his way out of the daycare centre. Jungwoo has been waiting in the car outside the daycare center, making sure nothing shady happened, this place needed to stay save, there are a lot of children here, the mafia can’t learn that one of the Neocity members brings his kid here every day. The moment he sees Shotaro and Emiko coming out of the door he does loose his focus a bit, even though he quickly regained himself. Knowing that Yuta wouldn’t forgive him if something where to happen. So after Shotaro put Emiko in her seat, Jungwoo drives around for a while, making sure they aren’t being followed. He then drops Shotaro off at Daisy her work, knowing that the duo will drive to Daisy her apartment, have dinner there and then come back to the base. With the small chance that they were indeed being followed by another gang, they wouldn’t suspect Shotaro as part of the mafia, because most mafia members don’t have a girlfriend or wife, and even if they do, they live with them at the base. So Shotaro going to Daisy’s home, seems like a mundane thing to do.

‘Thank for the drive, see you after dinner,’ Shotaro thanks his older member, getting Emiko and making his way towards Daisy. Daisy just left her classroom when she saw Jungwoo driving into the parking lot. ‘Hi! I am sorry for bothering you, but could you please take me to your apartment,’ Shotaro mentions after giving Daisy a hug. She is perplexed at the hug, just nodding her head, not knowing what to say. When they are safe and sound in Daisy her car Shotaro starts explaining. ‘So Yuta asked me to pick up Emiko from the daycare center, but Taeyong explicitly told us to be careful of other gangs, maybe even the Yakuza. So Jungwoo thought I would seem less like a mafiamember if I went to my girlfriend, who doesn’t live at the base,’ Shotaro explained, making air-quotations when saying girlfriend. Daisy just nods, focusing on her driving. ‘So we should just eat dinner at your place and then around seven we can go to the base.’

‘Yeah sure. However you are lucky I bought enough food for the two of us. If you came yesterday, I would have had nothing for you to eat,’ Daisy mentioned. Shotaro just thanks her again. After dinner Daisy, Shotaro and Emiko make their way back to the base.Back at the base Shotaro opens to the door to a lot of yelling.‘Why didn’t you tell me this!’ He makes out Doyoung his voice. Before he can focus on anything else, Emiko starts to cry due to the noise. Suddenly the dinning room is quiet.‘What was that?’ Johnny whispers, while making his way to the entrance of the house. He then notices Shotaro, Daisy and Emiko. ‘no problem guys, it’s Shotaro, Daisy and Emiko!’ Johnny yells back towards the kitchen. Yuta comes rushing out.‘Hello, how was she behaving? Everything went well? Was she able to sleep?’ Yuta bombards Shotaro with questions. The younger Japanese member answers everything. Trying to please the older member. ‘I will put her to bed, Johnny you can tell them about what happened and when I come back down, we can discuss further.’ Johnny nods and guides Shotaro and Daisy to the kitchen. Daisy immediately makes her way towards Jaehyun, giving him a hug. She also notices that there is only one chair left so she decides to sit on his lap. Letting Shotaro sit on the chair.‘So just a quick recap for you. Taeyong planned a wedding with the daughter of mister Min, in order to acquire the Northern territories. He then didn’t tell anyone about this plan, not even Doyoung, the one that is supposed to marry the daughter. So now Doyoung is mad,’ Johnny summarizes what happened during dinner. Shotaro just shrugs his shoulders, knowing that he mostly likely won’t have a lot of say in what is going to happen now.‘Just so you know, I couldn’t even disagree!’ Doyoung shouts, mad that Taeyong put him in the situation. ‘I would have agreed if you told me, but you didn’t!’ Doyoung continues. ‘How can you say you are my best friend and then go on and do something like this!’ Doyoung yells, quickly moving towards Taeyong ready to slap him in the face. However before he could do that, Yuta entered the room again, holding Doyoung back.‘Maybe I did it because nowadays everyone is undermining my authority! I want the best for every single one of you! But somehow you don’t notice that!’ Taeyong answers, eyes darkening with every sentence he says. Sun quickly signals the girls to leave the room, taking the dreamies and younger wayv members with them. Whenever Taeyong gets this mad, it is better for less people to see.‘You don’t understand! You didn’t even give me a choice to that!’ Doyoung yells back. Yelling so hard, that the younger members and the girls still can hear every word that was said.‘Shut up!’ Taeyong replies and then a loud smack is heard. Followed by Taeyong storming out the room, into his office. Honey and Sun look at each other, this is their time to do something.‘Talk to us Johnny,’ Honey states as the duo enters the dining room. Johnny answers, telling the duo that he hit Doyoung multiple times. ‘You know what to do, right?’ Honey asks Sun and she nods. Already leaving the room, making her way towards Taeyong. Honey on the other hand makes her way towards Doyoung, Kun is by his side, looking after his wounds. ‘Are you okay now? Not angry anymore?’ She asks Doyoung, he just nods. Honey smiles softly, knowing everything will be alright again tomorrow morning. It is not the first time the duo fought to let out their anger. They know they could never really hurt each other, so sometimes when they are angry with each other they will fight. Letting their emotions take over for a bit and then all is well again.

Later that week Winwin finally found time in his schedule to ask Kun about Jaemin. ‘Do you think moving him to his own room is going to worsen his condition?’ Doyoung asked the Chinese member to consult Taeyong’s idea to the medic, since he didn’t have any time to do it. Kun nods, thinking about the issue.

‘I don’t believe it will worsen his condition. However we shouldn’t hope for any big changes. It could be so that it has a positive influence on him, but I don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up. Thus we shouldn’t tell them about the possible positive outcome,’ Kun elaborated his decision. Winwin nods. ‘I do think it could be positive, so we should move him as soon as possible. Will you contact Mariposa about this. Ask her view on it and then we could maybe move him this afternoon. I will contact Jeno,’ Kun continues.

‘Could I contact Jeno instead, I don’t know Mariposa that well,’ Winwin smiles cutely. Hoping to win over Kun with his cuteness. It worked, because Kun just nods already grabbing his phone to dial Mariposa. Winwin just mumbles a thanks and makes his way back to the living room. Jeno should be back home, so he can ask directly.

‘Hi Winwin, how are you doing?’ Yangyang asks the older member as he enters the living room. Seeing Yangyang, Jeno, Haechan and Jungwoo sitting on the couch, controllers in their hands. Playing some sort of shooting game.

‘I’m doing fine. I just need to ask Jeno something, if that is okay?’ Winwin nervously whispers. Jeno does seem to be able to understand him, telling him that it’s okay to ask. ‘So, Taeyong was thinking about putting Jaemin in his own room. And I talked to Kun and he said it couldn’t hurt Jaemin. So I am asking your opinion on the matter.’

Jeno doesn’t reply for a few seconds. Just sitting there, frozen in place. Jungwoo even waves his hand in front of his face, but he doesn’t seem to snap back to reality.

‘Jeno?’ a female voice then asks. Mariposa stands in the hallway, looking at the scene. She just arrived as Winwin asked the question Kun asked her just moments before. At the mention of his name Jeno snaps back to reality.

‘Yeah sure,’ is all the boy manages to say, walking to Mariposa and giving her a hug. ‘What do you think?’ He then proceeds to ask. Mariposa answers telling him that she thinks it will help him find his way back. Also mentioning that as long as Kun thinks it won’t hurt him she is okay with every bit of help. Jeno just nods, understanding her thinking. He then grabs her hand, walking back towards the couch. ‘we should play some games and get our mind to focus on something else,’ He says, placing a controller in Mariposa her hands. Yangyang restarts the game and they all play some videogames.

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I finished another chapter! wow! I am so excited for the next few chapters, if everything goes acoording to plan a lot is going to happen up to chapter 25. however depends on how I am writing and all. But please be excited!

#nct au #nct mafia au #mafia nct #lee jeno #lee taeyong #kim doyoung #osaki shotaro #kim jungwoo #dong sicheng #qian kun

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