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chaoticminhos · 5 years ago

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crash and burn

pairing: han jisung x reader x hwang hyunjin

genre: angst, smut (hyunjin) mafia au

warnings: bomb explosion, injury.

word count: 10.5k

a/n: mafia jisung was requested, as was power play/fighting for dominance with hyunjin, so I combined them together to make a spicier plot >:) not very proof read

run away.

what a powerful human instinct. when put in a situation of possible danger, humans have two options; fight through it or run away from it. you’d always been one to run if the possibility came up, and your current situation was no exception.

your heart pounded against your rib cage as you ran with the little bit of effort you had left inside of you. the meeting had gone south and you received one order from chan- get back to the base safe.

being the only girl on the mission, you were the most heavily followed when your team split, aside from chan, of course, nothing was more important than capturing the leader.

you didn’t know exactly how many people were following you, but you heard at least three sets of feet running behind you. luckily for you, you were in your side of town. you knew the terrain and they didn’t.

you bolted into a dim alleyway, running through it and towards a crowded part of the town. even at night, there were bound to be people. way too many people for the people chasing you to do anything and not get caught.

you didn’t make it to your destination, though. as you ran past a particular building, a door swung open and you were dragged in as the door slapped behind you and you heard the lock click.

immediately you began to struggle. you were so damn close to safety, you were not getting caught now, not by some bastard who-

“y/n, jesus christ, calm the fuck down.”

you relaxed at the voice, but still worked to free yourself of his grip.

“what the fuck, jisung? i was almost safe in town.”

he kept his hold on you, holding your body close to his, “and now you’re safe here. and you’re with me, that’s an added bonus.”

as much as you wanted to be mad at him for scaring you like he had, you couldn’t bring yourself to keep a scowl on your face when he was holding you so close and looking at you like he was.

he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips before taking your hand and leading you through the building and towards an exit on the other side.

“you were the only one not home yet, chan got worried.”

you laughed, “so he sent the least trained team member to save me?”

he raised an eyebrow, “just because i’m newest doesn’t mean i’m not trained well.”

you shrugged, he wasn’t wrong. jisung had only joined your brother’s group a couple months ago, but he was one hell of a learner. he picked up on firearms almost immediately despite having only basic experience with them. he was amazing at hand to hand combat, already better than hyunjin despite him having nearly a year over jisung in training. that wasn’t to say hyunjin was bad at combat, it just meant jisung was freaky good.

he cracked open a door and peaked out before deciding it was clear and leading you back outside. he seemed calm, but his free hand, the one not holding onto yours, was secure to the weapon in his waistband. it could be assumed that the men chasing you had given up by now, but one could never be sure.

it wasn’t a far walk to the mansion, not that you’d mind if it was. you had no problem spending time alone with jisung.

he wasn’t your boyfriend, but you’d say you had a romantic relationship with him. you’d hooked up with him too many times and he held your hand far too often not to classify it as a relationship. that’s how you thought of it, anyway. the two of you never discussed it.

jisung typed in the code to unlock the door and stepped in before you. you were met with the rest of the members sitting and waiting for your return. it was usual to have a full group meeting after a mission, especially one that went as wrong as this one had.

the only open places were separate from each other. so you released jisung’s hand from yours and took the closest one, which was between hyunjin and your brother, chan.

“obviously we took a blow tonight. it was stupid of me to think we could trust them despite their connections to our enemy. i’m fine with the hit as long as none of you got hurt. still, we can’t let them get away with stealing from us. we’re going to have to retaliate.” he stood, he was referring to the thousands of dollars in the bags he’d brought to make a fair trade that ended up being stolen, “get some rest and we’ll discuss a plan in the morning.”

it didn’t take more than that to convince the majority of you to head to your rooms. you stood to leave, but jisung stopped you by calling your name.

“y/n,” he smirked, “my room?”

your face flushed at his question, more at the fact that he asked it so loudly in front of everybody than anything else. it wasn’t like what was happening between you two was a secret, but still. your best friends and older brother were in the room, for christs sake.

you nodded and made your way to jisung, following him to his bedroom.

“can you two at least be quiet this time? if you wanna be up all night that’s on you, but let the rest of us sleep.”

you sent a wide eyed glare at changbin for his words, but jisung just laughed.

“no promises.”

you were woken up the next morning by jeongin pounding on jisung’s door to say that chan wanted everyone downstairs. it seemed he’d already came up with a plan to get the money back.

you didn’t bother to get dressed, instead just pulling one of jisung’s oversized shirts over your head and calling it good.

you walked down the stairs with jisung and were met by a glare from changbin, “you weren’t quiet.”

chan didn’t allow you or jisung to reply as he got right into his plan.

it wouldn’t get stray kids their money back, but it would ensure that ateez, the gang who’d stolen it, wouldn’t be able to use it for anything other than repairs.

the plan was to set fire to a building known to be home to a lot of their business. it’s where they stored things and made the drugs they sold, so burning it to the ground would cost them a lot. not only would it destroy their headquarters, it would burn thousands of dollars worth of product. it was technically a government building, a law firm, but it obviously didn’t cost more than ateez had to bribe the government to let them make drugs in the basement of their building.

it wasn’t a super elaborate plan. he would just send a couple of you in to light the basement up and one of you in to pull the fire alarm once it was on fire. he didn’t care about getting ateez’s men out safe and alive, but there were a lot of innocent people in that building.

“my target is the building,” he made it very clear, “the target is not the people.”

still, you all had permission to shoot any ateez member you came in contact with as long as you were absolutely sure they were actually a part of the whole thing, not just some unknowing employee at the firm.

“we’re going in tonight. they had last night to feel like they won, i’m not giving them a second good nights sleep.”

you all nodded in understanding.

“you’re excused. but stay open, i’ll let you know further details soon.”

naturally, you and jisung took the option of a mostly free day and decided to go to town. he never called it a date, but he held your hand while he walked you to the restaurant and let you choose where to go. he even payed for your meal. he did everything a boyfriend would. a title wasn’t needed.

you lead jisung through the small restaurant and into the back corner where you liked to sit. it was one of your favorite noodle places to go to, you’d been there enough to have a favorite seat.

you didn’t bother with a menu, you knew what you wanted. jisung didn’t grab one either. he’d taken here you way too many times not to know what food he liked. the waitress approached the table.

“can i get you drinks to get started?”

“we’re ready to order, actually.” jisung smiled at her. you noticed the way she scanned his features as she smiled back.

“what can i get for you then, sir?”

you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her flirty tone. wasn’t it obvious you were there together? as a pair?

jisung ordered his regular and you mustered up a fake smile as you voiced your own order as well. she assured you both that your drinks would be out soon and left to put in your orders, but not before gently placing a hand on jisung’s shoulder for a moment. you chose not to mention your frustration to jisung.

he reached across the table and took grip of your hand, “who do you think chan will send in?”

apparently he wouldn’t voice his opinion on the waitress, either.

you shrugged, “i’m not sure. minho and changbin maybe.” you thought for a moment, “but they might recognize changbin. he’s always at negotiations.”

“you?”

“maybe. it can’t be hard to get a girl into that place.”

jisung let out a small laugh, “that’s true.”

just then, your drinks were placed in front of you. you slid your hands out from under jisung’s to make room for the glasses. you smiled and thanked her for the drinks, expecting her to leave and get back to work. instead, though, she stayed. she brought her hand back to jisungs shoulder. she addressed both of you as she spoke, but you could tell her focus was on jisung.

“what’s the plans for today?”

“nothing really.” jisung spoke, “probably heading home after this.”

she raised an eyebrow, “you two live together?”

you were going to respond, but jisung got there before you.

“our whole friend group lives together.”

she nodded but was called off by her boss before she had the chance to respond.

again, you ignored her actions and went back to casually talking to jisung. it wasn’t long before she was back again, this time with your food.

“enjoy your food!” she chirped before walking away.

she didn’t bother you anymore while you ate, only reappearing when jisung flagged her over and asked for the check. she brought it and he payed. you took note of the tip he gave, not overly generous but not skimpy.

she lingered for a moment before speaking as you were getting up and ready to leave.

“if you don’t mind me asking,” she was speaking to jisung, “could i get your number?”

he chuckled, raising his hands in defense.

“oh, no, i’m sorry.”

he took your hand and looked to you in hopes that she’d get the point.

“oh,” she pretended as if she hadn’t noticed the signs of you two being together the entire time, “i’m sorry! i didn’t realize she was your girlfriend!”

you missed the way jisung faltered for a moment at the word. girlfriend.

he assured her it was okay before the two of you hurried out of the restaurant. the second the door shut behind you, jisung laughed.

“that was uncomfortable.”

you chuckled back, “little bit.”

your hand still in his, jisung walked you back to the mansion and you spent the rest of the day curled into his side watching television on his bed. after the restaurant incident, you two decided to just go home instead of staying in town.

you were right in the middle of an episode when your phone rang, indicating that chan had called a meeting.

“looks like it’s go time.”

“y/n, hyunjin, and felix will be going in.” chan explained the plan, “felix is the distraction. he’ll be pretending to be a customer and speaking with anyone that needs to be distracted while y/n and hyunjin get to the basement and light it up.”

“why them?” changbin questioned. it wasn’t that he didn’t agree with his choice, he just wanted the reason behind it. he needed to be able to think like chan. if anything happened to him, changbin was next in line.

“it’s unlikely that anyone will recognize y/n. she’s just another girl to them. hyunjin is there in case someone does.”

and just like that, you were sitting in the back of a truck with rigged up bombs shoved between you and hyunjin. it would be too hard to get a ton of accelerant like gasoline in there without someone noticing, so chan opted for explosives.

seungmin was driving and jisung was in the passenger seat. no one was speaking, it always got deadly quiet before missions.

she car stopped in front of a big building that you recognized as the law firm and jisung stepped out to open the door for you and hyunjin. you got out, doing your best to block the contents of the car from anyone walking by as you loaded the devices into every pocket you had on you. another car pulled up behind you and the rest of the boys stepped out, including felix. chan gave the signal to go.

jisung stopped you before you could enter the building, though. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“be careful.”

you smiled and followed the two boys into the building.

felix split off immediately to the front desk. his task was to distract everyone as you and hyunjin found your way to the basement. his first conquest was the lady at the front desk. it was working so far, he had the desk attendants full attention and she didn’t even notice as you and hyunjin slinked into a staircase clearly labeled employees only.

it took a while for the two of you to find your way to where you needed to be, but you got there.

the first obstacle was the workroom packed full of people that you needed to get past in order to get to the planting location. chan had showed you a map of the layout of the building and told you to pack most of the bombs into the warehouse where storage was. he had told you over and over again, the target was the product. and where was product stored? the warehouse.

hyunjin lowered his head and gestured for you to follow him as he began to cross the room. you were worried at first, wouldn’t someone notice you? wouldn’t you seem out of place?

the answer was no. it seemed that most of the workers couldn’t tell one person from another.

it was obvious that their payment for working was a cut of the product, not money.

finally, you reached two big, swinging factory doors. that had to be the warehouse.

you watched as hyunjin scanned the room to make sure no ones eyes were on you before leading you into the warehouse.

it was empty for the most part, just a couple people. that meant that you’d seem more out of place than you did in the busy workroom. you had to be careful about being seen. you saw now why chan chose hyunjin specifically as the one to go with you, he was excellent at avoiding detection. he was trained and brought into the group for his spy work. despite his tall figure and clumsy nature, he was quiet and quick on his feet. you had to be careful not to lose him yourself.

the two of you began packing explosives into any space you could find, trying to spread them out evenly but still close enough that they would set each other off. you slowly moved through the entire large room together, one watching the others back as they carefully placed a package. you and hyunjin worked quickly as a team, yet another reason chan had sent the two of you in. he knew the dynamics, he knew who worked well together and how well they worked.

you were covering hyunjin’s back as he placed his last few bundles when an alarm rang through the building. you quickly registered it as the fire alarm. that meant felix had pulled the fire alarm. he pulled it before there was any sign of fire.

you and hyunjin were supposed to be the ones to pull the alarm when you were finished placing the bombs. you were supposed to be the ones letting felix know when it was time to get out, not the other way around. there was only one time felix was ordered to pull the alarm, and it was if the two of you or himself got compromised.

felix had pulled the alarm, and that meant get out, they know you’re here.

you tossed the last few bundles you had and watched as hyunjin lit the fuse to one of the bigger bombs, one that was sure to set off all of the ones near it and bring the building crashing down. the explosives looked small, but they could tear down entire buildings with enough of them, and oh boy, you and hyunjin sure had planted enough.

you allowed hyunjin to take grip of your wrist and lead you out of the warehouse and through the crowd to the exit. you were nearly there when you felt his hand leave your wrist and someone else’s arms around you.

“i thought i recognized you.”

that’s funny, you thought, because you didn’t recognize him. from his word choice and location though, you figured he was part of ateez.

you struggled in his arms and desperately tried to find hyunjin in the crowd, but you’d lost him.

you knew the rules, if something were to happen in a situation like this, your orders were to get out. there wasn’t time to try to get your partners out. if hyunjin lost you like you lost him, he wouldn’t spend more than a few seconds trying to find you before turning and leaving the building himself. it wasn’t anything personal, it was chans orders.

you thrashed in the strange mans arms. he obviously wasn’t taking the blaring fire alarm seriously, as he made no attempt to get closer to the door. you tried to reason with him, screaming that you’d rigged the place and it would go up in flames any second, but he wouldn’t budge. either he didn’t believe you or he didn’t care.

you managed to break free from his hold and your eyes locked with the exit. you felt your legs ache as you ran as hard as you could to get out of the building that was set to blow up any second.

the last thing you heard was chan’s voice screaming in your ear to get out and get to safety with the rest of them before the earpiece was blown off of you from the shock of the impact coming from the exploding flames.

watching from a safe distance away outside, hyunjin fell to his knees in guilt as the boys watched the building crash and fall with you still inside.

you struggled to hear past the ringing in your ears as three men kneeled down beside you. their lips were moving, but you couldn’t make out any words.

you tried to fight back as they roughed you around, not registering the situation. they got you onto a backboard and someone placed something over your mouth and once again you tried to fight it off, but you didn’t have the strength.

you barely registered the change in scenery as you were carried out of the building and lifted into an ambulance. your eyes were blurry from the smoke and you swore you could still hear the alarms blaring in your ears.

the doors of the ambulance were being pulled shut when someone put their body in the way, jumping onto the ambulance with you. the emergency staff tried to push him back, but he insisted on staying.

“it’s my sister.”

you didn’t process the new body as chan. in your haze, it was just another person smothering you and refusing to turn off whatever the fuck was ringing in your ears.

you couldn’t say how long the ride to the hospital was. in all honesty, you couldn’t even say with certainty that you recalled the ride at all. you were drifting in and out of consciousness and you barely made the connection they you’d been taken from the vehicle and into the hospital building.

you felt someone squeezing your hand before they were pushed away and you were rolled into a room full of doctors and bright lights. you remembered asking someone to turn the lights down before everything went black.

you woke up in a hospital bed with your head pounding like crazy. the lights were dim as you looked around the small room, but you still recognized the boy sitting in the corner.

“channie?”

his head shot up and he made his way to you.

“hey, i’m here.”

your mind coming off of it’s tired haze finally began to register the pain coursing through your body.

“what happened?”

“you were still in the building when the bombs went off.”

you glanced around the room and, finally processing that you were in an actual hospital and not being cared for by one of the boys, began to panic.

“why am i here?”

he grabbed your shoulders and made you lay still, “EMTs found you before we did. it’s okay, they don’t know you started it. they think you were just an innocent civilian in the building.”

you calmed down upon hearing that he wasn’t angry at you for being hospitalized.

generally, you avoided hospitals the best you could. the whole team opted instead to let their injuries and illness he cared for by one of the others. it was safer than putting yourself in the public eye with questionable injuries.

chan backed away from you when a nurse stepped into the room, dragging a large cart behind her.

“hey,” she softly greeted, “your monitor showed you were awake. i need to take your vitals.”

she smiled at chan and gestured for him to sit back down in the guest chair as she checked your vitals. apparently nothing was out of the ordinary, because she smiled at you before wheeling the cart out of the room and calling behind her that she would let your other guests know you were awake.

only moments after she left, hyunjin, jeongin, felix, and jisung stepped into the room.

“the others are at home tending to injuries.” chan informed you, “none of them are hurt as bad as you.”

you nodded, heart falling when you looked up and saw the tears running down hyunjin’s face. he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you and you laughed.

“what, you big baby?”

“i’m so sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you hushed him and pushed him off of you with a wince. your entire body was sore, and although he didn’t mean to, that boy hugged like he wanted to suffocate you.

“it’s not your fault.”

you scanned the room and greeted the other three boys. it was odd to you that jisung hadn’t said a single word or made a move to hug you, or even be anywhere closer to you than the door, since they’d walked in.

you weren’t given time to think much of it before who you assumed was your doctor walked through the door, immediately turning to speak to chan.

“your sister could go home today or we could keep her and monitor her for a few more days just to be sure. it’s your call.”

chan nodded, politely stating that he would prefer to take you home. the doctor nodded before handing chan your release papers.

you felt slightly frustrated that he wasn’t addressing you, you were an adult and could sign your own papers, but you understood why he was going through chan.

as if reading your mind, the doctor turned to you.

“would you like me to send in a nurse to help you get dressed or will one of these boys be helping you?”

you looked expectantly towards jisung, but his eyes were trained out the window.

“i’d like a nurse to help, if you don’t mind.”

he nodded kindly and lead the boys out of the room. chan left last after placing a bundle of clean clothes on the foot of your bed. you guessed the ones you had been wearing were torn up from the shrapnel and impact.

it didn’t take long before a nurse was stepping through the door and pulling a curtain over the windows to the rest of the hospital to give you privacy.

she helped you stand and step into your clothes and you couldn’t stop thanking her for being patient with you as you slowly moved your aching body. you winced as you lifted your arms above your head and let her slip a sweatshirt over your body.

you expected it to be awkward, having a random lady dress you, but she was so kind that it didn’t feel too uncomfortable.

she slipped warm socks onto your feet before helping you into your shoes and offering you an arm to help you stand. she walked you out your hospital room door where there was a wheelchair waiting for you. she gently lowered you down into it and turned to the boys.

“no heavy lifting for a few weeks and she may need help with things like showering, changing, or getting up from lying down or sitting. i would suggest keeping her in bed for a few days or at least until the bruising and swelling has gone down.”

she continued to go through precautions regarding your health, including keeping you away from bright lights and loud sounds to prevent your headaches from getting worse. she seemed skeptical as chan declined setting up a follow up appointment for you to come back and be checked again, but she eventually let it go. she waved you goodbye as chan wheel you down the hallway and out of the building. he, jeongin, hyunjin, and jisung waited with you as felix went to pull the car up for you.

you couldn’t help but feel worried and confused as jisung continued to ignore you. he hadn’t said a single word to you since you’d woken up.

felix pulled up and hyunjin opened the car door as he and chan carefully lifted you into a seat. chan returned the wheelchair back to the hospital and hyunjin climbed in beside you.

it was obvious he felt guilty about leaving you in the building when he himself had gotten out without a scratch.

the drive home was relatively quiet. you started out the window while hyunjin held your hand in his.

felix was careful to stop the car slowly as not to hurt you when he parked at the mansion. chan and hyunjin helped you out of the car just as they had helped you in a few minutes before and they walked slowly with you to the door and to your room where hyunjin softly layer you down on your bed.

chan left to inform the others that you were home and doing well, leaving you alone with hyunjin.

he pulled your desk chair next to your bed, taking your hand in his again.

it was hard to be upset that jisung wasn’t the one sitting there with you when hyunjin was such a sweet and loving caregiver.

“did we at least get the building good?”

hyunjin laughed, “we did. took out the whole foundation and police investigating found traces of drugs among the debris, so the corporation is being investigated.”

you nodded with a smile, “hell yeah.”

you weren’t left alone for the next few days. at least one person was always with you in case you needed something. more often than not, that person was hyunjin. chan tried to be with you as much as possible, but he had things to deal with as the leader.

jisung had yet to visit you by himself even once in the days you had been on bed rest.

you were absentmindedly playing a game on your phone and talking to hyunjin when jisung and minho softly knocked at your door before stepping in.

“hey there,” minho smiled, handing you a plate of food, “don’t tell chan but i snuck you an extra pudding.”

you thanked him and he and jisung turned to leave the room, but you stopped them.

“sung?”

he turned around, shocked that you’d called for him.

“yes?”

“can i talk to you?”

he nodded and hyunjin took that as his cue to follow minho out of the door, leaving you alone with jisung. he had been just as focused, if not more, on the fact that jisung had been avoiding you.

he sat down where hyunjin had previously been but made no move to reach for your hand comfortingly like your gotten accustomed to hyunjin doing.

“why haven’t you visited?”

“i have been.”

“no,” you tried to sit up a bit, wincing when pain shot through your body. jisung instinctively reached out to help you, but he pulled his hands away the second you were secure and leaning against your backboard. “you haven’t. everyone but you has spent time with me. you haven’t even said a word.”

when he didn’t speak, you continued, “what’s wrong?”

you reached out for his hand, shocked when he jerked it away. he stood up abruptly, “i’m not required to visit you, y/n, it’s not like i’m your boyfriend.”

you frowned, where was this coming from?

“yeah jisung, you kind of are.”

he shook his head and you were too clouded by confusion and frustration to notice the tears building up in his eyes, “we’re coworkers, y/n. nothing more.”

really? because the way he held you at night and kissed you and told you you were the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen said different.

he didn’t give you a chance to respond, immediately leaving your room. the second he was out the door, hyunjin was stepping back in. he rushed over to you and wiped a tear that you hadn’t even realized was there from your cheek.

“hey, what happened? jisung looked upset.”

you shrugged, “i think we just broke up.” you let out a dry laugh.

or not. he seemed sure that there wasn’t anything to break in the first place.

you missed the hint of happiness in hyunjins eyes hidden behind his sympathetic expression.

he sat on the edge of your bed, pulling you into a gentle hug, careful not to hurt you.

“i’m so sorry, y/n.”

he meant it. he felt for you, he understood how much it hurts. he understood how badly it hurts to have someone you care for blatantly ignore you like that.

still, though, jisung putting you through that pain might end the same hurt for hyunjin.

maybe now you would let yourself see him.

jisung didn’t come in your room for the remainder of your healing process, not even to drop of meals with minho. he didn’t try to see you while you tried desperately to shove down the want to see him.

it was your first day up and you were struggling to get down the steps and to the kitchen as you clung onto hyunjin, who was supporting you.

it wasn’t so much that the injuries were still that bad, it was just that your muscles weren’t used to being used. even with that, you probably didn’t need all of the help hyunjin was offering, but you didn’t want to decline it, either.

he helped you to your seat around the big dining table, pulling the chair out for you and gently helping you sit. you mentally thanked him as he slid into the seat beside you, the one jisung usually sat in.

it had been about a week since the whole thing, and today would be your first time seeing him since then. he couldn’t avoid you anymore, and you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

jisung took a step into the kitchen and his eyes went right to you.

definitely bad.

hyunjin placed his hand over yours, redirecting your attention back to him. you smiled, he was good at keeping your mind off of jisung.

chan wanted to have a group breakfast all together to welcome you back from bed rest. you knew he meant well, but you would have preferred not to have to sit at the same table as jisung for an hour.

did the news get around? probably not. why would he have told people about the break up if he didn’t see it as the end of a relationship?

well, if the news hadn’t already been spread, everyone definitely knew something was going on by the end of the meal. jisung had spoke and engaged in conversation, but not a single word he spoke was directed at you.

you let felix take your plate when you finished and slowly moved to stand up from your seat. hyunjin widened his eyes in surprise and moved to help you, causing you to laugh.

“i got it, jinnie.”

you didn’t notice jisung cringe at the nickname. why would you? you had no reason to look in his direction if he wasn’t going to look in yours.

hyunjin let you stand by yourself, but he kept his hands out and ready to help you if you needed it. you stood and smiled at him. he smiled back, giving a few claps to congratulate your progress.

you were surprised how much easier it was to get around once you got past the initial shock of using your muscles again for the first time in a while. you were able to walk to the lounge and sit down on the couch without help.

hyunjin sat down right next to you and you chuckled.

“i’m okay, you don’t need to stay with me anymore.”

he frowned, “i’m not doing it because i feel bad.” he shrugged, “or only because i feel bad.”

he blamed himself for leaving you in the building, even though he did exactly what he was supposed to and you ended up fine.

“i’m doing it because i like spending time with you.”

if he had said the same words any time before your accident, before you and jisung ended whatever it was you had, you wouldn’t be blushing the way you were. but for some reason, you heard his words differently now.

it was his turn to choose a movie. the two of you had been watching a lot of movies since you’d been stuck in bed, and you always alternated who got to choose. not that it was a big deal, you had similar tastes.

the day wasn’t spent much differently than it would have been if you were still stuck in bed, other than you being able to actually eat meals with the others and sit in the living room instead of cuddled next to hyunjin in your small bed while watching movies.

the sun was set already and many of the boys had gone to sleep, but you and hyunjin wanted to finish the hundredth, (not really, but it felt like it), movie of the day.

throughout the day, some of the others had came and watched whatever was playing with you and hyunjin. felix complained about you two taking up the biggest television in the house, which he liked to use for gaming.

now, though, you two were alone.

the credits began to roll and you went to sit up, hyunjin immediately wrapping his arms around you to help.

you chuckled at him, “you don’t need to baby me so much.”

he pouted, his arms still around you, “but you’re my baby.”

his words were nothing out of the ordinary, all of the boys babied you and jeongin. still, his close proximity and the way his eyes locked with yours and the confusion and frustration inside of you caused you to process it differently.

apparently he did, too. before you knew it, he had his lips on yours as he snaked his hands across your body, careful not to hurt you.

you felt his hand run down your body and to your ass, giving it a small squeeze.

he maneuvered you into his lap, and for the first time since you’d woken up days before, he didn’t do it as if harsh movements would break you.

you liked it.

you straddled his waist, hands combing through his hair. he let out a whine as you took a fistful of his hair and tugged his head back, exposing his neck to you.

you trailed your tongue along the sensitive skin, the heat in you building with every soft sound he let out. you bit down on a specific spot and he let out a sound that made you think maybe you’d hurt him, but before you could ask, he was begging you to do it again.

so you did. you peppered kisses and bruises along his neck, unconsciously grinding your hips down against his.

he hissed, fingers digging into your waist has he stilled your movements.

“knock it off.”

a smirk played at your lips as you removed yourself from his neck and looked him straight in the eyes, going exactly against his words and rolling your core against his clothed crotch.

“or what, prince?”

with that, he had you off of his lap and your back pressed against the seat of the couch.

he kissed you roughly, and you let him. you moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced with yours. he tasted like lust and craving.

his hands crawled along your body, reaching under your shirt and trailing up your bare stomach.

“or i won’t be able to hold myself back from fucking you so hard you forget everything but my name.”

his words sent a rush through you, and at that moment, you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more than what he was offering.

you slipped a hand between your bodies and groped his clothed bulge, “then do it.”

practically growling, he slipped a hand to the small of your back and held you up to allow your shirt to slip over your shoulders. he brought a hand to your breast, cupping it and attaching his lips to the top of it, sucking a deep purple hickey onto the soft flesh.

you let him have his fun, let him admire your body and paint it full of his marks, before you decided it was your turn again.

you placed your palms flat against his chest and pushed him away from you. he looked confused at first, but you saw excitement flash in his eyes as you continued to push him back until it was his back to the cushions, him underneath you.

you rolled your hips against his as you leaned down and whispered in his ear, breath grazing the skin of his neck, causing his breath to catch.

you grabbed a hold of his hands, bringing them to cup your chest over your bra.

“tell me, baby,” another roll of your hips, another sweet sound from his lips, “have you ever thought of me before?”

his answer came almost before you finished speaking, “yes.”

you hummed, “when?”

he swallowed hard, “all the time. especially when...” he trailed off.

you hovered your lips above his, “especially when what, hyunjin?”

he let out a shaky breath before responding, and his voice sounded almost ashamed, “especially when i could hear you and jisung.”

you ignored the sting in your heart at the name and smirked against his lips, “did you listen a lot, hm?”

he nodded and you raised yourself so you were sitting up, guiding his hand behind you and to the strap of your bra. he got the hint, fumbling to undo the clasp.

he groaned as the garment fell, exposing your breasts.

“you like to listen?”

he nodded, eyes trained on your chest.

you paused your words for a moment to guide his hands once again to your boobs, whispering to him that he was allowed to touch you.

you continued, “what did you do when you listened, hyunjin?”

his breath caught in his throat as you trailed your hand down his chest, pushing up the shirt that he regretfully still had on and slipping your hand past the waste band of his sweatpants and under his boxers.

“did you touch yourself,” you squeezed his hard member, “here?”

he nodded, too far lost in his fantasy coming true to provide a verbal response.

he made a sound of protest as you removed your hand from his pants, depriving him of the touch he so desperately wanted.

you chuckled darkly at the whine, “what a little bitch.”

that seemed to snap him out of his daze as he flipped your positions so he was once again on top, hissing his words out.

“what did you call me?”

you ignored the growing pool of wetness between your thighs, “a little bitch.”

“yeah?” he attached his lips harshly back to yours, speaking between rough kisses, “i’ll show you who here is a little bitch, y/n.” he broke the kiss to lock his eyes with yours, “and it’s not me.”

he disconnected from you for a moment to slip his shirt over his shoulders, and you couldn’t even be upset with him for stealing back control. not when he gave you such a good view from beneath him.

he stepped back, gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the couch as he kneeled in front of it. he tugged your own sweats and underwear down your legs, allowing you to kick them off before he took his spot between your thighs.

he placed wet, open mouth kisses to your thighs, drawing nearer to your aching core with each one.

“god, having to hear you with jisung all the time really got to me.” he practically moaned out the words, “you sound so hot moaning for him. but i think it’ll be even better when it’s my name.”

with that, he attached his lips finally to where you’d been waiting for him.

you couldn’t hold back a moan from ripping through your throat as he sucked harshly at your clit.

not only had it been a while since you’d done anything because of your injuries, so you were sensitive, plus hyunjin was insanely good at what he was doing.

he pulled away for a moment, a string of saliva and your arousal connecting from his chin to your core, “you taste so good, baby.”

he went back in, this time slipping two fingers into you easily with how wet you were.

a hand flew to your mouth to cover the obscenely loud moan that fell past your lips, but you let it fall. the mansion was big and no ones room was that close to the lounge, it should be fine. you could be as loud as you wanted.

and with the way hyunjin curled his fingers perfectly inside of you, god, were you going to be loud.

with his skills, it wasn’t long before you had your thighs tightening around his head and body shaking as the knot inside your stomach came undone.

he worked you hard through your orgasm before standing up and slipping his pants down his legs in one swift potion. your eyes fell to his angry red member and you couldn’t have stopped yourself from staring if you wanted to.

you let him position you however he wanted, which happened to be with your back down to the cushions again, as a thought crossed your mind.

were these feelings real? or were you just grateful for him caring for you while you healed? for taking your mind off of jisung?

it didn’t matter. he obviously wanted to help keep your thoughts off of jisung, and this was definitely doing a great job of that.

you brought your hands to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss as he began to slowly sink into you.

the stretch was painful, but you liked it. he was much larger than jisung, and he seemed to be better at using what he had.

maybe that last thought was just the anger and frustration speaking, or maybe it was because of the way hyunjin began to fluidly pound into you at the perfect pace, sliding himself against your walls in such a way that you couldn’t have stopped yourself from letting out the sinful sounds from your mouth.

“say my name.”

you didn’t hesitate to comply, “fuck, hyunjin, you feel so good. so, so good.”

he groaned at the sound of his name leaving your mouth as a moan. he pulled out of you for a moment, but you weren’t given time to complain before he had you turned around with your back pressed firmly against his chest and his cock buried deep inside of you once again.

the new angle let him hit places that made your mind spin even faster than it had been before, which you didn’t even know was possible.

his breath grazed your neck and he bit down right on top of one of the marks he’d left earlier.

holding you secure with one hand across yours chest, he snaked the other down your stomach and attached his fingers to your clit.

if it were possible for you to moan any louder, you would have.

with a couple more firm and direct thrusts to your g-spot and one hand working expertly on your clit while the other squeezed your boob harshly, you were coming for the second time that night as his name fell off of your lips.

“oh my god, hyunjin, fuck, you’re so big, so good.”

praises fell freely from your mouth as he carried you through your high. those, mixed with the way his name sounded coming from your mouth and the way you were clenching around him threw him over the edge too.

you whimpered as he fucked you into overstimulation, but praises and a chorus of his name kept falling from your mouth.

you couldn’t stop telling him how good he was, how good he felt. he deserved to know.

you swore you could have came again just from the feeling of him filling you up with his cum, fucking it deep inside of you.

he pulled out, a mix of your and his cum slipping out of your hole along with his cock,

he groaned at the sight, and if you hadn’t looked so worn out from your aching body and the ride he’d just given you, he would have fucked it back into you and made sure it stayed.

instead, he stood and shoved his cock, which was already growing hard again thanks to the sight in front of him, into his underwear.

you barely even registered that he had left the room before he was back and maneuvering you so he could clean you up.

you whined at the warm cloth against your core.

“please, hyunjin...”

he chuckled, “we’re done for tonight angel, i’m just cleaning you up.”

you whined again in response, and you didn’t really know if it was because of the feeling of the cloth against your core or as a protest to hyunjins statement that it was over.

“baby,” he spoke softly, “you gotta use the bathroom.”

you groaned, this time from annoyance and not pleasure.

he laughed, “i know, but i don’t want you to get sick.”

you reached your arms out to him, “then carry me.”

he chuckled again, but he did as you requested. he picked you up bridal style, careful as always not to hurt you, and carried you to the bathroom.

he let you do your business as he went back to pick up the clothes you two had left scattered on the lounge floor, you wouldn’t want anyone stepping in there in the morning to find that surprise.

he returned, and after you arguing that you didn’t want to shower or bath, you just wanted to go to bed, he carried you to his room and crawled in next to you.

you buried your head in his chest, and in that split second before you fell asleep, you felt safe and in jisungs arms.

you sat at breakfast the next morning in a comfy pair of sweats and a tank top that hyunjin had gotten for you from your room. part of you wished he had gotten you a sweatshirt, or at least something at covered all of the marks he’d left along your neck and collar bones, but the other part, whether you were conscious of it or not, wanted jisung to see them.

breakfast was going find until chan asked how you were feeling.

you pouted, “sore.”

jisung scoffed from the other side of the table. you wanted to ignore it, but something in you wouldn’t.

“what?”

he looked up from his food, surprised that you had called him out. he just stared at you, waiting for you to elaborate further.

when you didn’t, he set his fork down, eyes avoiding yours.

“come on,” he shrugged, “you can’t be that sore.”

you frowned, “what do you mean?”

his eyes flashed to hyunjins, who held his gaze.

“you can’t be in that much pain if you let him fuck you like that.”

you nearly choked on your food at the bold statement.

it wasn’t like the boys, even chan, didn’t know you were sexually active, but bringing it up at the dinner table?

some of the other boys stuttered to, apparently the lounge had been far enough from some rooms, and not others. or maybe he just got the point from the hickeys littered across both your and hyunjins bodies.

you quickly regained composure, staring at him as if you were challenging him. before you could speak, hyunjin cut in.

“maybe that’s why she’s sore.”

jisung let out an unamused laugh, “don’t act like that.”

“like what?” you questioned, eyes still locked on him.

“like he owns you. like you’re his whore. like-“

chan stood up, hands coming down harshly on the table.

“okay,” he drew the word out, “let’s all finish breakfast on our own, yeah?”

everyone around the table nodded and hurried off, eager to get away from the awkward atmosphere, but hyunjin and jisung stuck around with you.

hyunjin spoke, “i’ve been around a lot fucking longer than you, han. you have no clue what happened before your sorry ass was accepted into this house.”

it was bullshit, hyunjin knew that the previous night was the first of anything to happen between the two of you, and jisung probably knew that too, but he was just speaking from anger and jealousy.

“so, what?” jisung laughed, “she was with you, i came along and she ditched you, and the second i walk away she goes crawling back to you?”

you expected hyunjin to blow. you forgot he was a skilled liar.

he smirked at jisung, “who says she ever left me? i’ve got plenty of ways to make her mine without putting my marks on her, han.” he reached over, fingers brushing over the marks he’d left the night before, “even when she was wearing your paintings, she wasn’t yours.”

hyunjin grabbed your hand to pull you away and you stole one last glance at jisung. you could have sworn you saw something, guilt or sadness, flash across his features.

chan decided to keep the rest of the meals for the day independent, too. he would rather arguments be settled alone instead of at the dinner table, especially arguments revolving around his little sister and who was fucking her.

the next morning, breakfast was held as normal, but jisung didn’t show up. you assumed by the way no one mentioned it that chan had given him permission to eat his meals alone until things calmed down.

along with no one mentioning jisungs absence, no one mentioned the fight from the previous day or the apparent relationship between you and hyunjin.

it was like that for the next few days. meals were normal, minus jisung not being there, and days were filled with hanging out with hyunjin, whatever that may include.

you felt bad in some ways, he had been missing out on missions, which meant missing out on pay, in order to stay with you. he insisted he didn’t mind, and you knew he meant it.

plus, it’s not like he wasn’t getting any payment. chan still gave you and him your weekly allowances. it came with being part of the family.

things seemed to be calming down and you were getting used to hyunjin being the one who held your hand and kissed you goodnight. you still thought of jisung often, obviously, feelings don’t go away that quickly. but it was getting easier and every time you kissed hyunjin, it felt a little bit more genuine. you’d even continued sleeping in his bed with him, even now that you could get around fine by yourself.

you slowly lifted yourself off of his bed, careful not to wake him, and made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

you frowned as you noticed the light already on and voices coming from the kitchen.

you paused in the hallway to listen. it wasn’t that you wanted to eavesdrop, it’s just that if it had sounded important you would have went back to hyunjins room instead of interrupting.

“everyone gets weekly pay no matter what, jisung.”

it was chans voice.

“yeah, i know.” you recognized jisungs voice as he replied, “i just think it’s funny that you’re paying him to stay home and fuck your little sister.”

you heard chan sigh, “everyone is allowed breaks from missions, regardless of the reason.”

jisung started to argue again but your brother cut him off, “this isn’t a work issue, jisung. this is a personal issue between you, y/n, and hyunjin. hyunjin, who, by the way, you’re losing her more and more to every single day you sit here bitching to me about being in love with her instead of doing something about it.”

there was a pause before jisungs voice broke it, “i never said i was in love with her.”

“you didn’t have to.”

you decided that the conversation was important enough for you to ditch the idea of getting a glass of water and hurry back up to hyunjins room.

he groaned and shifted as your weight was added to the bed. he reached out towards you, pulling you close.

he mumbled through his sleepy state, “where’d you go?”

“i was thirsty.”

he hummed, falling back asleep almost right away.

you, however, didn’t shut your eyes for the rest of the night. you sat there in hyunjins arms thinking about jisung.

if he still liked you why did he end it? it didn’t make sense. who was he to break up with you and then get mad at you for moving on?

so there, secure in hyunjins arms, you spent the night staring at the sealing and trying to block out the thoughts that kept wishing they were jisungs.

you pouted as hyunjin packed a bag to go on an overnight trip. he was finally back to going on missions, but chan still wouldn’t clear you yet.

even if hyunjin had wanted to stay home from this mission, he was needed. it required skill and spy work that none of the other boys had, and it wasn’t something they could just choose not to do.

you followed hyunjin to the front of the house. you met only chan standing there, waiting for hyunjin.

“where are the others?”

chan gestured outside, “in the car already.”

you nodded, turning to hyunjin and giving him a kiss before he and chan walked out the door, pulling it shut behind them.

you sighed as you made your way to the lounge. watching movies wasn’t the same when you didn’t have a cuddle buddy.

you weren’t allowed to go on missions and hyunjin had to go on this one, meaning you were left alone.

or so you thought.

about half way through the movie, it started to sink in that you were alone. pouting, you paused the movie and made your way through the house and towards hyunjins room. surely he wouldn’t mind if you stole a hoodie or two while he was gone.

you had a specific hoodie in mind, a black one with some logo on the front. you didn’t really know the brand, you just knew that it was the softest sweatshirt he had.

what you didn’t have in mind was to see jisung leaving his room just as you were about to step into hyunjins.

you turned towards the noise of a door opening, surprised when you were met with jisung. wasn’t he supposed to be on the mission? chan had failed to mention that just because hyunjin was required on this mission, that didn’t mean it was an all hands on deck type of thing. who else was still home?

he scanned you and looked at where you were headed before scoffing.

“you don’t have to keep pretending. he’s not here.”

you frowned, “i’m not pretending anything, jisung.”

you took a step into hyunjins room, not expecting jisung to follow. he watched as you dug through the closet for that one specific hoodie.

“right.”

you couldn’t find it anywhere.

“you’re suddenly in love with him when i break things off.”

maybe he’d taken it with him on the mission?

you glanced back at jisung, playing into the lie hyunjin had started days prior, “suddenly? nothing was sudden.”

he must have brought it with him. or maybe it was in the laundry? you wouldn’t mind that, it would only smell more like him. you moved across the room to his laundry basket.

ignoring your comment, jisung replied, “what are you looking for?”

offhandedly as you searched through hyunjins basket you responded, “a certain sweatshirt.”

he took a step closer to you, “want one of mine?” the question sounded more like a plea.

your eyes snapped up to his, what game was he playing?

you hated how badly you wanted to say yes.

your eyes narrowed in a glare, “i don’t want anything of yours anymore.”

lie.

“i’m over you, jisung.”

lie.

“i wish you’d just leave me alone.”

lie

“i’m happy with hyunjin.”

as much as you wanted it to be the truth, it was a lie.

and he knew it.

“y/n,” you took a step away from him when he took one closer to you, “please.”

his tone went from jealous and spiteful to begging, almost pitiful.

“can we just talk?”

you scoffed, remembering the words he’d said to you when you made the same request weeks earlier.

“there isn’t anything to talk about, jisung. we’re just coworkers.”

you snatched a random sweatshirt from the laundry and made a move to pass him, but he stepped in front of you, effectively blocking your way. he reached out and took the sweatshirt from your hands, tossing it right back into the laundry.

“y/n, just listen to me.”

you tried to move past him again, but this time he reached out and grabbed your arm to stop you.

you hated how good it felt to be touched by him again.

“when you got caught in the explosion, i was afraid, okay?”

you let your eyes meet his, “of what, jisung?” you pulled your arm from his grip, “i was the one who got fucking blown up!”

instead of raising his voice back, he kept it soft and calm.

“i was so worried that i was going to lose you. i didn’t want to get attached further and then babe you taken from me.” he let out a dry laugh, “and then, seeing you with hyunjin, i realized i’d just given you up.”

he was right. you felt your blood boil, he didn’t even try to fight for you. he ran away like a coward.

“and i’m glad you did.”

his face fell, “you don’t mean that.”

you blinked away the tears building up in your eyes, “yes i do. i’m so happy you ended whatever pathetic excuse for love we had.”

you could practically see his heart shatter.

“y/n, you’re angry, i get that, but-“

you reached out suddenly, pounding your fists against his chest.

“yes, i’m angry! i’m so angry at you, jisung.” you allowed him to grab your wrists and pull you against him into a hug, “i’m so angry. i’m angry at you for breaking my heart. i’m angry at you for keeping me from being happy with hyunjin, and i’m angry with you because no matter how bad i wanna hate you, i can’t.”

he held you close to him, violently aware of the wet spot your tears were leaving on his shirt. the tears that you had because of him.

“i know baby, i know.” he held the back of your head to his chest as you cried into it, “i’m such an idiot. i never should have let you go.”

then he said something you never would have expected, no matter how many times you felt like saying the words to him yourself.

“i love you.”

to say he was relieved when you wrapped your arms around him would be a huge understatement.

you raised your head and looked him in the eyes only to see that he had tears in them as well.

“i love you too.”

he pushed your hair from your face and spoke softly, almost as if he was afraid he would ruin the moment if he made too much noise, “can we try again?”

you smiled up at him and he didn’t miss the sadness laced in it, “if you promise not to break my heart again.”

of course, hyunjin wasn’t happy about the news, but he understood. deep down, he knew you would never feel the same for him as you did jisung. but he didn’t regret the time he spent with you or the words he’d shared.

you didn’t regret it either. although it could be argued that he was just a rebound, he was much more than that to you. he held you and made you feel safe when you needed it most, and although you didn’t love him in the same way you loved jisung, you did love him.

months had passed since you and jisung had reunited, and this time it was official. he showed you off everywhere the two of you went and he used the words girlfriend and boyfriend like they were his favorite things to say. he knew what it felt like to lose you, and he never wanted to feel that way again.

he treated you how he should have from the start, how hyunjin had, and he kept his promise.

he didn’t break your heart ever again.

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 60

Was it months, days that she followed the same regime of staring at the ceiling inbetween crying her heart out? Did it matter? She could barely eat, even getting up to shower or going to the toilet was almost too much to ask. All that kept buzzing around her head was the image of him..oh he had called and texted alright, every message unread and every call unanswered until her battery went dead and that's how she left it, she had no need to talk to anyone, she didn't have a phone before all this and that's how she wanted to keep it. Who would miss not hearing from her? Nobody, once a loner always a loner and once again he had proven to her that me, myself and I was the best option possible. Her own bed here in the heart of New York was the only place she wanted or needed to be, slowly she got up to get something to drink, catching her own reflection in the huge mirror that leaned against the wall in the corridor..she stopped, her curves had made way for a stick figure look, her eyes red-rimmed and hollow staring back at her, he would've loved me more if I had looked like this from the beginning, all his women always looked like this, dangerously thin, hollow-eyed. Let it go, Coco..he was never yours to begin with, you fell for his little scheme hook, line and sinker, the joke's on you..he replaced you with that girl and she's the one sleeping with him, getting fucked by him every night..she clapped her hand over her mouth as she started gagging and ran to the bathroom, throwing up nothing but bile. When she was done, she curled up on the cold tile floor, it was fine here, she didn't have any energy left to drag herself back to bed and cried her heart out for the millionth time.

Shannon approached his brother gently, for weeks he had been severely depressed, getting up, calling her several times a day, hardly eating, show, not sleeping, repeat..it was heartbreaking to watch how he flipped on the 'actor' switch in himself, acting all normal to everyone else while he knew that he was slowly dying on the inside. “Hey..managed to get some sleep?” he knew the answer already but what else was there to ask these days? Jared stopped staring at his breakfast with a disgusted look on his face, “some..” he shrugged and let his fork clatter against the plate while Shannon sat down in front of him. “I'll be glad to get back to the States tonight” he sighed looking at Jared's reaction who suddenly bit his lip nervously and tried to avoid the subject, “I mean, finally you can go and see her” he pushed, “and say what? Nobody's phone is switched off for weeks on end, she's probably taken another number so it's clear she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore..and I can't blame her”. For the first time ever, it dawned on him that his little brother had started to look his age, wrinkles of worry around his eyes, pale face, scruffy beard..it was painful to see him suffer this way, apart from Cameron he had never seen him this distraught after a break-up.

The doorbell rang and she actually felt it ring through her body, no, I don't care, I don't want to open that door, no it wasn't him because he was still on tour back in Europe, her hands shaking she picked up the doorphone. Five minutes later her canvases, drawings, brushes were being brought inside, on automatic pilot she scribbled her signature on the palmtop , it was all here..he'd sent it and she hadn't asked for it, confirming once again that he was through with all her nonsense, she was done with it too, she didn't need it either, she hated being confronted with it again, but what could she do? Tell these guys to keep it, or throw it somewhere in a bin? “Thanks” she was too tired to even force a smile and closed the door on their way out. Confrontational? Too many memories? Heartbreaking and painful? Tick all those boxes. She plodded over to her fridge and took out the last bottle, was it that time already where you try to gather your life back together? She wiped her sleeve over her eyes, I need to stop crying, just not now, not ever, sipping from the bottle she plodded over to the middle of her room and plopped down to the floor, stretching her painful muscles until she just lay there, completely still and looking out of the roof window, lightpolution was a thing in NY so she couldn't really see the stars but goddammit could they just stop twinkling, there was absolutely no reason for it.

Do I want wi-fi? Why the hell would I need wi-fi on a plane? It's not as if I'm gonna suddenly get a reply to my 1500th mail I've sent, so just leave me alone and get me a goddamn drink, you flying waitress. Jared leaned back in his seat with a growl, he didn't want to go home, back in Europe he felt closer to her than going back to the country where she actually was, the fuck was that all about? Too fuckin scared and no balls to actually go to her apartment and confront her, scared of getting the door slammed in his face, it was easier to see this silence as some kind of way of still being connected somehow, pretending she just needed time to cool down and after that she would just call or mail him and tell him she'd forgiven him. Every time the thought crossed his mind, his heart jumped in hope, only to plummeth straight back down realizing it was just a daydream, she wasn't coming back and she was never gonna forgive him for what he'd done, why would she? He shuddered just thinking about her loathing him as much as he loathed himself, when she left he had lost everything, his heart was ripped out of his chest that day, and from then on every fibre in his body was high strung and numb, he didn't feel anymore, he didn't care about anything anymore, he just didn't live anymore, he had become a vampire, sleeping the day away so he wouldn't have to feel anything and only coming back to life at night on a stage.

Moaning she tried to sit up, sleeping on a cold floor had frozen every limb in her body, her throat was dry and sore, where was her bag? There were some throat drops in there somewhere. She stumbled across the room, there it was, rummaging through her bag, her phone fell out, leave it, nothing interesting on there..but she was hungry..maybe order something? Her thumb was pushing down on the button and it quietly singsonged back to life after weeks, her code..where was that number of the local Chinese restaurant, I must have a menu here somewhere. Behind her, a cacophony of bleeps and noise startled her..what the fuck, she took the menu but she couldn't even use the phone app as notifications kept piling up on her screen, no I don't care..I'm just gonna call the restaurant and then switch it off again, I don't want to see it and I don't want to read it, I don't fucking care! Boiling with anger she punched in the numbers and barked her order, throwing the phone on the counter in disgust after it was done, she just needed to sit down and slowly buried her head in her arms, through the tiny holes in the knitwear of her jumper she glared at the phone that kept lighting up like a christmas tree. Wait what date was it? It was december, right? Wasn't it her birthday soon or maybe it had already gone by without her knowing? Her fingers tiptoed over the counter, sliding the dreaded device closer, it was the 10th, 8 days to go till her birthday..a lonely birthday..but what else was new? She didn't want to but her eyes slid over the notifications, Jared, Jared, Jared, Jared, Jared..disgusted she pushed the phone away again, only reading the name had the tears streaming down her face until the doorbell rang and food was being handed to her. Why were these noodles cold already? How long had she been staring at the wall lost in her thoughts? Sighing she pushed a biteful of cold noodles in her mouth, she had to eat if she wanted this thumping headache to stop, while her hand reached for the phone again, if she deleted them now plus his number and everything to do with him, she could maybe turn a leaf and start over.

The entire Mars tribe that flocked together around a luggage conveyor belt in an airport, how many times had he done this already? Let someone else get his bag, he was heading for the exit, stretch his legs, without her he felt older somehow. Walking past a tax free store full of designer handbags, he paused, that bag..it was the same bag she had admired with in Europe, she'd said that she could never afford it and had walked away with a heavy heart, she wasn't a material girl but that bag she had fallen in love with. I'll buy it, it's her birthday in a few days..Once again he was painfully reminded that there was no more 'them', please don't let her spend her birthday on her own, the thought alone was killing him right now, who was gonna make her breakfast in bed? Shower her with gifts, take her out to dinner and organize her birthday party? She'd told him that no-one had ever done that for her before and that she was really looking forward to things being different this year..his breath got stuck in his throat, walk away, just get out of here you arrogant, stupid prick.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: please

My darling Harper,

I keep wishing and hoping to see some sort of reply from you, I don't even care anymore if it's filled with insults or accusations, because I deserve them, I deserve every single one of them. But even though I check my phone a million times a day there's never anything.

I know what I did is unforgivable..but this silence, your silence, it is ripping me apart, killing me, destroying me.

Even if you can't ever forgive me, just talk to me, I'm begging you, I'm nothing without you.

I love you, forever and always

Jared.

Mail number 500 or something, she intended on deleting them all, but then there's always something, a word that catches your eye, pulling you in to read one, and if you read one, you just have to read them all, even if you're just ripping your heart out all over again. When was this mail sent though? She looked at the date, only a day ago..she scrolled again and saw that even today she had gotten 5 mails from him, no don't let him do this, he just wants to get a reaction to satisfy and flatter his immense male ego. The minute you react he'll back off again, he doesn't care about you one bit, he just wants to let you think he does with these hundreds of mails, but if he loves you so much why did he run off to fuck that girl and who knows how many more? Just leave me alone, Jared, I've got no more love or heart left to give because you took it all away that night. Harper took the phone and shoved it further away from her on the counter, just stop Jared, just let me lick my wounds and disappear from my life, you're nothing more than a heartattack to me.

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Night Moves. Paladin, Part 11. Rehnegade

*I took a moment after I got out of the car, ostensibly pulling down my jacket cuffs, but in reality taking the opportunity to scope out the surroundings. Hharm’s Way was barely on the edge of a seedy neighborhood, bridging the gap between supper club and sex club. There are a lot of different kinds of clubs and bars in Charleston. Hharm’s Way is like none of them and all of them.

Yes, the music has a heavy beat that encourages females to move their bodies in interesting ways as they play out the mating dance, and the lighting is dim around the edges and in the corners where dealers look for customers. On a given night you might find a bike or six parked in the lot. There are potted palmettos in the VIP section overlooking the dance floor as well as upscale furnishings to cater to the moneyed classes while the main floor had booths and tables that usually have the less well to-do clustered around them. The kitchen is full service but beyond typical bar food the menu is limited. The waitresses have a dress code but there are no uniforms. Black slacks or skirt with a nicely fitted white top. Heels optional. Most choose the shortest skirt and highest heels they can manage just to encourage tips but it’s not mandatory. There are even some working girls that patronize the place regularly. There are rooms that can be rented by the night next door by either the pros or horny amateurs. Technically it’s licensed as a motel separate from the bar called “Hharm’s Berth” but the sheets are clean and the ownership is the same.

The band’s usually live, the bikers mind their manners, and the working girls pay for admittance like anyone else. What they make, they keep. They just have to take it off the immediate premises. Same for drugs. Not in the club. No camera’s visible in the alley behind the place but you can trust security is watching. If anyone gets hurt you’re a dead man. And only members of our species are employed there and everyone is well-paid with a clothing allowance. How do I know all this? As with so many of the businesses our race owns in Charleston, I’m the silent majority partner and these are my rules. I wanted Hharm’s Way to be just scandalous enough to tempt the Glymera young into coming out and spending their money but safe enough that no one lost their life for a youthful rebellion. However, so far as the general public knows I’m simply a frequent VIP guest, which is why I walk to the main entrance, bypassing the line, of course. Approaching the security guard assigned to the door tonight, I smile and offer a greeting.*

Hello #Dehvlin. Nice evening. Anything unusual happening tonight?

*He removes the velvet rope barring the door and opens it for me. There are a few complaints for those whom have been awaiting entrance but I quell them with a glance and a thought. Humans have an annoying sense of entitlement. The vampires in the line simply nodded. Most knew me by sight, if not of all my business interests. With a half-smile I tilt my head and nod back to them. #Dehvlin answers ‘Nothing unusual Si…Sir,’ he corrects himself quickly. Too many humans around, but I give him a smile and nod to show I understood the honorific he’d intended. ‘I’ve been watching,’ he added. ‘Mhikael and Aahron arrived a half hour ago. They said you’d be coming in unattended. They weren’t happy about it.’ *From the expression on his face I’d have to assume that #Dehvlin agreed with my bodyguards.*

Well you can see I’m here and unharmed. Be at ease #Dehv. I doubt anything will happen.* While I’m inside at any rate. Pulling out a $50, I slip it to him.* Still, keep an eye out for anyone you haven’t seen before. And your ear to the ground. If you see or overhear anything out of the ordinary alert club security. And #Dehv, *pausing before I go in,* Watch yourself. The club’s back in town.

*A moment of sharp concern crosses his face before it goes stonily impassive. He’d had an older brother who’d been among the conscripted fighters. A brother who hadn’t survived. Softly, I speak*

Don’t worry about your mahmen and younger brother. They’re being relocated as we speak. If you choose I can have you taken there when the bar closes. They won’t make an attempt for you while you’re in public.

*He shakes his head. * ‘Let ‘em come for me, if they dare. I’m not my brother. I won’t be as easy to take and I won’t run from them. Thanks to you, our family was taken care of after #Edwhard was killed. I don’t forget that. I’ll stick. I’ll do my job and if you need help this time around, I’ve got your back.’

*#Dehv’s a good male. I clap my hand on his shoulder and nod, then continue forward. I glance behind one last time to survey the street just in time to see him touch his earpiece and hear him murmur ‘Paladin’s in the house. Be on your toes. Trouble may be following him.’ Shaking my head ruefully, I move into the darkened foyer of the bar. I can see if I’m going to lure out any of the club’s muscle I’m going to have to keep my ‘protectors’ at bay.

Pausing for a moment at the entry to the main floor, I look over the crowd. Nothing unusual. The band is using a strobe, which is mildly distracting, but it does light up #Mhikael and #Aahron nursing a pair of club sodas in the near corner of the room. They move to leave their table when they see me but I shake my head. If I’m being watched I want it to look like I’m alone tonight. If my watchers are locals they’ll know that’s unlikely, but if, as I believe, they aren’t, it will make them get brave. And that’s what I want. As the boys scowl at me and take their seats once again I turn towards the open staircase. Another red velvet rope bars it but the hostess quickly opens it for me. She raises her eyebrow as the boys back off – she knows at least one of them should be at my shoulder, but I’m not worried about her. This job kept her off the street after the family money disappeared in a real estate scam. That initiated, of course, in Caldwell. Damn that city. Can’t our supposed King keep people in line?*

“Your usual table, sir?” *she asks, knowing I normally I prefer to be seated behind the silken curtains that partition off the VIP section but tonight is about being seen.*

Not tonight #Leeanna. I’d prefer to watch the floor. *smiling at her disarmingly,* What can I say? I’m in a mood to…watch. Perhaps I’ll see that special someone.

*She barely suppress a titter of laughter and says* “Of course. I have just the table for you.” *She leads me up the stairs and seats me at the open railing. It has a fine view of the floor and the floor has a fine view of me.

Thank you. This will be fine. Have a bottle of my usual sent up.

*After she leaves, I pull out my phone and text #Aahron and #Mhikael. ‘Try to look like you’re having fun, will you? Scowling up here at me is not going to embolden anyone to make a move on me. They need to believe my guard is down and if they have any local’s involved that means they need to believe yours is, too.

*I can see #Mhikael snort as reads it and his thumbs start to fly as he answers.* ‘Boss, no one who knows us is going to believe that. Fuck, no one who knows /you/ is going to believe it.’

*#Aahron sends me a thumbs up on the screen in agreement with his partner. Then his thumbs work as he replies ‘You have to make it look real, Rehnegade. If it looks like a set up they’re not gonna bite. We’ll stay where we are, but if it helps any,’ *he grins* ‘I’ll flirt with the waitress when she brings our drinks again. Between you going solo upstairs and that, it’ll look like we’re “relaxed” bodyguarding.’

*I huff a sigh and laugh as I type.*

‘Relaxed bodyguarding? I guess it’s as good as I’m going to get. After my Glymera visits tonight I suspect Morag is the link for the owners, but I never thought the original owners were local. The people we killed in the rebellion were local managers, but they weren’t smart enough to be the actual brains. It was enough to shut it down for a few years, but it just grew a new head that I suspect lives in Caldwell and believes it can keep its dirty business down here in the colony. If the muscle comes from Caldwell as well, they’ll believe whatever we show them.’

*As the waitress delivers my Glenfiddich I tuck my phone in my pocket and watch the floor. #Aahron flirted and #Mhikael pretended to sip his drink as his eyes continue to watch my position. I sat back in the white, tufted leather chair and idly lifted my own glass to my lips as I surveyed the floor. My arrival /had/ attracted some attention, it seems. A few females were giving me the eye from the dance floor and indulging in some very suggestive contortions. But it wasn’t those eyes I felt on me. It was the ones in the shadows.*

*Casually, I tossed back my drink. It would be the last I’d drink this evening, but I poured myself another and sat it on the table. Twisting myself so that my body blocked the view from the main floor, I take out my phone again and text #Mhikael*

‘I can feel someone watching me and not just hopeful females. Go to the security office and see if you can get eyes on them but don’t be obvious.’

*I swear to the VS I can /feel/ him smirk as he texts back.* ‘Oh, I’m not going to be obvious. I’m going to send a couple of hookers up to you. It’ll look like I’m procuring for you and then going to the john.’

*Groaning softly, I text back* If you’re going that route see if you can find #Catriona and #Alecia.’ *I need to speak to the sisters and they have a stake in this.* ‘Text me if you find our spies.’ *Then I put my phone away again and turned back to view the floor. And yes, there was #Mhikael going to the pretty blonde sisters at the bar. As he spoke to them and gestured upwards their eyes flashed up to the VIP section, smiles on their faces, but a little surprise to see me out of my usual spot also flashing through their eyes. The nodded and picked up their small silken purses and began to make their way to me. #Mhikael accompanied them as far as the stairs and intervened when the hostess would have stopped them, pointing at me. Inwardly I sigh. I am never going to hear the end of this. Oh, not from the Glymera. They prefer to pretend such things don’t exist. And not from the merchant and working class vampires that I associate with, nor from my employees. Discretion is to their benefit. Gossip will run rampant in the morning, but no one will directly say anything to me about it. No one but Twila.

The females approach my table, smiling and laughing. They aren’t the giggling type, thank the Virgin Scribe, nor are they dressed in a manner that identifies their professions. Though they’re pros, they prefer to let their patrons maintain the fantasy that they are just a couple of females they pick up at a bar and so are dressed as the other female customers. Sexy but not trashy. #Alecia wears a body hugging red sparkling mini-dress with thin straps and her sister has on an equaling sparkly blue strapless one. Both have on spiked heels that would have passed muster at a debutante ball. Ever the gentlemen, I rise and offer them seats at my table, then ask the waitress to bring a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Brut for the females. As they lay their purses on the table and sit, I take my own seat.*

I’m aware you ladies normally adhere to sparkling water on while you are working, but please, consider your work shift ended and relax with me for a bit. I assure you that your bank accounts will thank you in the morning. I only desire the pleasure of your company for the next hour or so and then you will be seen home by one of my men.

*#Alecia’s pleasure is obvious but #Catriona’s eyes narrow*

“You’ve got trouble, don’t you Rehnegade? What do you need us to do?”

We all have trouble #Catriona. The fight club is back.

*#Alecia puts her hand to her chest and gasps, but #Catriona blocks her from the view of any watchers and snaps*

“Don’t. Just don’t. We’re here as Rehn’s beards, that’s obvious. So be a good one. It might keep him alive.” *Then as #Alecia puts on her professionally charming face and #Catriona turns to me, the same smile plastered on hers and asks bluntly* “Are we in danger?”

*Keeping an equally charming smile on face, I answer her* Possibly. *The original club had also been involved in the involuntary sex and blood trade. The sisters had been taken the first time around, supposedly to clear their deceased father’s debts. None of the females had been in good shape when they’d been rescued, but these two had kept their heads and made sure the others had kept theirs. I could have found other work for them after it was over but they had chosen this and I make no judgments so long as they are safe and content.* When you’re taken home, pack some things. You may go to a safe house or take a vacation, as you prefer.

*#Alecia’s laugh rings out, so sincere that only I can detect it is a mirthless blind for our watchers.* “Rehnegade, we’re not going to a safe house. But we /will/ be eyes and ears for you. I know you have others, but with our clientele we may have a different in than they do.”

*#Catriona’s hand lays over mine and her soft smile belies the harshness of her tone.* “Don’t worry about us. We’ll keep to our regulars and we won’t accept any referrals or new overtures until this is over. And we’ll stay armed.” *She takes my hand and moves it beneath her skirt, a move she might typically make for a client, but in reality she has guided it to the small, but potentially deadly, derringer strapped to her inner thigh. Releasing my hand and laying hers on the table she continues* “But we can help.”

*I start to move my hand to the table just as the waitress brings the champagne, but it’s there long enough that I know the gossip has just been added to. Well, it does help maintain the cover. For the next hour we laugh and pretend to drink as #Aahron watches us from below. We probably killed the potted palmetto next to the table with all the alcohol that was slyly dumped into it, but again, it maintained the illusion. Finally my phone vibrated in my chest pocket. With a frown that was strictly for my watchers I bade the ladies to give me a moment to attend to some business and rose to meld into the shadows further back. The text was from #Mhikael and it was only two words.* ‘Got ‘em’.

*Swiftly I text back to both he and #Aahron.* ‘Do you recognize them?’ The answer is swift. ‘Negative. There’s two, out-of-towners, but I think they’re pros. It took me a while to find them. They’ve kept to the shadows and I had to watch them a while before I was sure. They’ve stuck to club soda and when one moved he flashed a gun. The other is sitting so he’s got a direct view of your table and his gaze hasn’t moved from your direction for more than 2 seconds all night.’ *I type back,* ‘Description?’

*#Mhikael responds ‘First one is about 6’2, blonde and blue. Hair grazes his collar. Second is bigger, 6’3”, dark skin and shaved head. Both in jeans and sport coats but the jackets are too heavy for this climate and they haven’t taken them off.’ *#Aahron chimes into the text.* ‘I see them. Booth back near the emergency exit. What do you wanna do, Rehn?’

*I think for a moment and then text.* ‘#Mhikael, leave the security office and go back to #Aahron. Be obvious, irritated, as though you struck out with a female. You will leave. One may follow you but don’t attempt contact unless you have no choice. Go into the alley and dematerialize to my car and wait in the shadows. It’s parked on Coming just north of Sumter Street. They won’t be able to follow you. #Aahron, you will join me as I come down the stairs with the ladies and see them home. I will make my way to my car and #Mhikael and I will ambush them there.’

*#Aahron’s response is immediate.* ‘I don’t like this plan.’ *A dangerous smile crosses my face as I respond.* ‘I didn’t expect you would. But I need to leave alone if I’m going to draw them out.’

*The response from each is a thumbs up which I take as grudging agreement to play their parts and I return to the table, laying my phone on the it. Smiling at #Catriona and #Alecia, I pretend to point out someone on the dance floor but in reality I’m watching the scene play out below me. #Mhikael masterfully plays the disgruntled would-be pickup artist as he returns to #Aahron and says he’s leaving. #Aahron shakes his head and tilts his chin up at me as though to say, ‘no, one of us has to stick.’ As #Mhikael leaves, blonde and blue trails him out of the club, but he’s gone only a few minutes and, as he returns in the same condition he left, I assume #Mhikael dematted without incident. And moments later it’s confirmed when my phone vibrates on the table with the message* ‘In place.’

*Rising, I offer my hand to #Alecia.* Ladies, I believe it’s time we parted ways. I’ll escort you downstairs, where #Aahron will join us and take you home.

*#Catriona slips her arm through mine on the other side and hisses through a smile as we walk down the stairs, the three of us arm in arm as they appear to fawn on me,* “He will not. We are perfectly capable of dematerializing home on our own. We’ll put down the steel shutters as soon as we enter and no one will be able to follow us even if they know where we live. You need #Aahron as back-up and this colony needs /you/. So get that idea out of your head right now.”

*Whatever happened to quiet, biddable females? Oh, that’s right, there never really were any. They just let us think we’re in charge. As we reach the bottom of the stairs #Aahron meets us there. He takes up a position behind my shoulder and follows us from the club. I stop on the sidewalk, and take out a cigarette, turning as though to shield my lighter from the breeze as I light it but in reality, I view the exit and yes, blonde and blue is coming out with brown and bald.*

They are following us. *speaking quietly,* Change of plans, #Aahron. The females say they feel safe to go home alone. Walk them to the alley and demat at the same time as they do, but you join #Mhikael at my car. #Catriona, #Alecia, remember, if anyone asks, /anyone/, you were taken to my home where you spent the night with me. Do not vary from that answer, don’t get detailed, just you were with me until morning. *Then speaking loudly enough that our followers can hear me,* #Aahron, make sure the ladies get to my home. I drove the Jag but it’s only a two-seater, so I’ll meet all of you there and we’ll have, *leering suggestively* some fun.

*Laughing, I continue walking, smoking my cigarette as the other three split off to dematerialize in the alley away from potential complications. It’s nearing 3 A.M. and the human revelers are straggling out of bars with the diehards either heading deeper into the red light district and or making their way in the opposite direction towards more elite private clubs on King Street on the other side of the interstate. As I had no desire to return to find the Jag stripped, I’d parked closer to the better clubs, but the side streets were quiet and should be enough to tempt the muscle to move on me if that was their intent. And if it wasn’t, they were quiet enough to for us to ambush them without unnecessary casualties.

My tail is experienced. As I casually walk away, I laugh and make a joke to a human lady of the night as I pass, taking the opportunity to turn and continue the light banter as I pass by her, I can see them hanging back about a block. They’re matching my pace and speaking to one another, attempting to blend in without losing sight of me. I grin at the female as she flirts and makes me a ‘special offer’.*

Next time, darlin’.

*Then I turn away from her and continue, turning on Sumter. This is the shakiest leg of the trap. I have a solid block to walk before I turn towards my car where the boys wait. If they decide to rush me or dematerialize and reform in front of me I’m on my own. A prospect that makes me smile, actually. My security team has its uses, but it makes my life too dull.

As I make the turn the two, now closing the distance behind me, are momentarily blocked. I take the opportunity to toss away my cigarette and remove my Smith and Wesson from its holster at the small of my back. The side street is a mixture of low-rent businesses catering to employees of the nightlife but at this hour most of them are quiet. Lights flicker from a neon sign over a 24-hour tattoo shop on the opposite side of the street at the far end, but there are no signs of life through the sheet glass window. A taqueria and an Italian sub shop both have their closed signs up. A liquor store with metal bars on the windows is open but the windows have so much writing on them I doubt anyone can see out, and a junk shop advertising itself as an antique’s store is dark with a big orange tabby curled up on the front step.

Quickly, I step into the shadowed alley bordering the antiques store and wait. They round the corner and I can hear one growl, “Fuck, where did he go!” They start to split up but I want them together, so I step out of the shadows, gun drawn in front of me, and ask,*

You looking for me? Ah, nope! *as one reaches towards a concealed shoulder holster* I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I only need one of you alive and we wouldn’t want to draw human attention, now would we? Hands up and step in front of me. We’ll finish the walk to the car together. Then we’ll talk.

*As they approach me, hands up and displayed before them, if not totally in the air, I edge back a few feet into the alley.* That’s right, move slow and steady past me. No sudden moves. I haven’t killed anyone lately and I’m a little itchy. I don’t like to get out of practice. *I jerk my head right while holding my gun on them as they steadily move past me, then step out of the alley behind them. All goes very well until we reach the corner. Just as we’re turning onto Coming, the sleek black Jag in sight, a pair of giggling human females emerges from the tattoo parlor across the street and blonde and blue decides to be a hero. He wheels and lunges at me in a testosterone-fueled moment of bravado, assuming the appearance of the humans would distract me. He was wrong. Instinctively, I unload half a clip into his chest as he charges me. He’s a dead male, but one with enough forward momentum to fall into me with some force and knocks my gun from my hand. The sound of gunfire draws #Mhikael and #Aahron from their concealment in the shadows and the girls scream and, instead of ducking back into the shop they’d just left like sensible females, they stand there and stare, clutching one another. Brown and bald decides to make his move as my gun clatters to the ground, reaching inside his coat for his concealed. Another shot rings out and brown and bald falls on his face, a blossom of blood growing against the back of his sport coat. The females are babbling, a few lights are beginning to go on in the apartments above the shops and a siren wails in the distance.*

Damn it, this turned into a mess. I needed one alive. *I growl as #Mhikael reaches me first.*

“If you’d waited until you got closer to the car, it might have turned out better,” he retorts.

I was trying to control the situation. If I’d waited it would have turned into the shootout at the OK Corral.

“And it didn’t anyway?” This from #Aahron, who’d calmly holstered his gun after killing brown and bald and walked up behind #Mhikael.*

It didn’t have to.*Irritably,* Humans. Always where you don’t want them. You two get these bodies into my car. Try to get them both in the trunk but if not, strap one into the passenger seat. The police can’t find them so I’ll have to take them with me. I’ve got to go wipe those girls’ minds.

“Better idea, boss,” #Mhikael speaks up as he picks up my gun and hands it to me. “Let me go do the mind wipe. I’ll put me in their minds as a rescuer who scared off a mugger. You and #Aahron get these two and get gone. If the cops come before I can leave, I’ll give a statement but I’ll stick around and check to see if any of these stores have cameras that actually work.”

*It’s not a bad thought. I don’t need the exposure to the police. I squat down and pick up blonde and blue in a fireman’s carry as #Aahron does the same to brown and bald.*

Good plan. If they ask what you were doing here, tell them you were going to the liquor store before heading home and saw a mugger accosting the girls. If the police track your movements back to the club that quickly, you and Aahron both drove and left separately. Now get moving. I don’t know if that siren is for us, but if it’s not I’d rather you left before there is one. Thanks to an overworked PD, it might be an hour before one gets here. And check their phones. Make sure they didn’t get brave and video it.

*#Aahron’s already to the car and popping the trunk as #Mhikael crosses the street to the girls, his hands in front of him, his voice soothing as he reaches into their minds. As I approach I can hear #Aahron grunt as he works to fold the large male into the small trunk of my Jag.*

Both going to fit?

“They will when I’m done,” he mutters to the sound of bones breaking.

*I drop blond and blue on top of the other male and we force the trunk lid down until it latches.*

“Dematerialize home, boss. I’ll take these out to Francis Marion and leave ‘em for the sun. Not more than an hour each way but far enough from home not to alert the Glymera when burnt spots are found.”

*I frown at him, loathe to leave him with all the dirty work.*

The state park cuts it too close. Sunrise will come within two hours and I don’t want you caught out in it. We’ll take these bodies home. The sun will take them just as easily from there and the size of my estate ensures that my back gardens are concealed and well away from any curious eyes. But I need to be the one driving. If a traffic camera catches me, I need to be behind the wheel if I need an alibi. Demat home and prep the bonfire area. I’ll be there within the hour.

*As I slide behind the wheel, I have to laugh at the rebellion on his face.*

#Aahron, you’ve been part of my security team for five years. You can’t seriously think these are the first bodies that bonfire pit has seen. Just bring in some wood from the forest behind the gardens. We’ll put some on top and it will look like the groundskeeper is burning off some deadwood if anyone notices the smoke that early in the morning and decides the fire department is warranted. You know as well as I do that vampire bodies burn to ashes very quickly. The wood remnants and ashes will disguise the other and no one will be the wiser.

*Putting the car into gear, I make a U-turn in the street to avoid #Mhikael and the females. It’s a memorable car. No point in giving them more memories for him to erase. It’s already been a clusterfuck of a night.*

#TBC

#Renegades #RRPG #Paladin #NightMoves #BDB #AU #Reapers #Angels #Vampires #Wolfen #Ghosts

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What well be undertaking here is simple: somewhere upon the web, theres a fine unplanned that the person youre looking for has left an trail of photographs back activating their privacy auspices upon Instagram. Often, the photos posted on Instagram have actually been shared elsewhere, making it simple to find your targets photos by using their Instagram ID as a search keyword. If theyve since had swing photo accounts upon Flickr or new thesame photo sharing sites, you may gain access to some of that assistance in your search. The thesame is authentic if the persons Facebook is largely unprotected.The unaided legal pretentiousness to view a private Instagram account profile is by requesting to follow that person from your actual account. as soon as the private Instagram addict grants your request to follow them, youll have the exploit to view, like, and comment upon their Instagram posts. You could as well as private notice the account holder to explain why youd next to follow them. Or you can attain both, making certain the addict knows exactly who you are and why you want to view their profile.If youre looking for unethicaland possibly illegalways to view a private Instagram account, That said, heres the easiest artifice to get entrance to a private Instagram if youre distinct the requested addict wont want to embrace you in genuine life: make a new account for a fictional person and use that account to demand to follow the account you are curious in. be active accounts on Instagram are, technically speaking, next to the terms of minister to for the account, suitably youll want to limit your usage and access. We pull off not recognizeinstagram profile viewercomport yourself this; at best, its unethical, and at worse, could constitute stalking users online. you can always go the route of creating a pretense profile and maddening to fool the addict into past you. We dont recommend this, as its a major breach of trust behind the additional user, and bill accounts can often easily be spotted subsequently browsing content. Overall, reaching out to the addict you desire to follow is the best course of conduct. Theyll likely go to you if you decree a association or a prudence of friendlinessInstagram is, after all, a fairly-positive community of photographers and users sharing their social experiences online.

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