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Protection - Mafia! Jungwoo x fem reader

A/N: yes, this is another mafia NCT, this time, for a member that I rarely ever did but because my lovely friend @mymoodwriting is a fan of Jungwoo and she has always give in to writing for me, I want to do something for her and her bias. Hope you like it, Lin :)

Also, to the one that requested Jaemin, that is my next to-do and I already have a bit of a plot in mind. Minor spoiler in this one. Oh and you don't have to read Jeno, Haechan, or Taeyong's one to understand this but if you want to, I'll link it right below

Synopsis: NCT was developing a new technology to help them expand more and help them to always be one step ahead of their enemy

Warnings: mafia activities, a bit of cursing, slight angst, torture\

Taeyong's story: here

Jeno's story: here

Haechan's story: here

A smile could hide so many things that a person is feeling or doing. Whether it is their feelings or true identity. But Jungwoo learned to use his smile to not only protect his personal feelings but to also hide his true identity.

To his neighbours, Jungwoo was just a smart young man who was working in one of the best tech companies in the country, Neo-Tech. When in reality, Jungwoo co-owns the tech company along with Lee Taeyong, the leader of NCT, an infamous mafia in South Korea that has members from different parts of the world and has worldwide connections.

The only thing that people didn’t know was the core NCT members. While everyone knew the core leaders, Lee Taeyong, Mark Lee, and Qian Kun. There were many other core members under the leaders who were not made known to the world and oftentimes were just blending among the regular people. One of which was Jungwoo.

Walking into the tall building, Jungwoo greeted every single worker, from the security, the administration, to even the cleaning services of the building; all with a smile. Despite his tall, slightly unreachable figure, Jungwoo tries to be kind to everyone. Jungwoo would help the old lady from finance bring her paperwork, hold the door to the content team who were bringing big and heavy filming equipment to help his coworker’s work even if it wasn’t what he did.

Arriving at his desk, Jungwoo took his regular working laptop and got to work which was helping the HR filter out some candidates for an internship to be working under Jungwoo. Hours went by and Jungwoo started to get a bit hungry so he ordered some food while going to the breakroom to get coffee when he saw Taeyong and his personal assistant, Doyoung walking pass the breakroom. Stopping when he noticed Jungwoo gossipping with one of his coworkers.

“Ehem” Taeyong coughed, grabbing both Jungwoo and his coworker’s attention. “My office, now, Jungwoo” Taeyong stated, leaving his office but Jungwoo caught Doyoung eyeing and signalling him to come asap

“Sorry, I have to go. Boss is calling. But I hope that your operation will go well, Ms Choi” Jungwoo replied, throwing the paper cup into the trash as he went back to his desk to grab the necessary paperwork and laptop to Taeyong’s office, not forgetting to lock the door and closing the blinds

“You wanted to see me, boss” Jungwoo joked, acting as if he was a new worker in the company

“Drop the act, Jungwoo” Taeyong stated, unamused

“Geez, would it kill you to just live a little?” Jungwoo shrugged, sitting across Taeyong while Doyoung stood next to him. “Also, since when do you follow TY around?” Jungwoo asked, looking at Doyoung

“I’m part of the HR team here and his personal assistant regarding other business” Doyoung replied, rolling his eyes at the younger one

“Still. You follow him around like a pet” Jungwoo commented, annoying Doyoung that he almost strangled Jungwoo

“Enough. I can’t believe the younger ones are more easier to tame than you both” Taeyong reminded, making the two younger members stop

“So, what is it that you need from me? Broken weapons? Need an upgrade for your vehicle?” Jungwoo asked, crossing his leg over the other one

“Doyoung” Taeyong commanded and Doyoung took his tab out that showed a resume of a young college girl, placing it right in front of Jungwoo

“A college student?” Jungwoo questioned, swiping the tab to read more of the girl. “Holy. She’s from Korea Advanced Institute of Science & Technology (KAIST)?! Top of her class?! Researched about the potential worldwide satellite tracker?!” Jungwoo gasped

“She’s applying for internship here and will be directly under you. I want you to get close and work together to figure out that worldwide satellite tracker” Taeyong stated, making Jungwoo stopped scrolling

“You mean, you actually want me and this girl to upgrade our current satellite tracker to be able to be used worldwide?! Hyung, I’ve been researching and doing trials here and there for the past few months. I—” Jungwoo complained but Taeyong stopped him

“Don’t underestimate the girl, Jungwoo. I didn’t underestimate you when you first join us. When your college “friends” betrayed you and used your findings against you” Taeyong stated, standing up from his chair and swiped the tab once again

“She’s won multiple science fair since junior high. Always at the top of her class when it comes to anything science or maths related subject. Always receive scholarships since high school up till university. Her research on the worldwide satellite tracker won multiple attention from many other scientists. Even the US government wanted her knowledge. But of course, our government made a deal with us and it would benefit us greatly if you both actually managed to complete that tracker” Taeyong explained. “I don’t need you both to finish it that quickly but I need you to get as many information from her to upgrade our current tracker. She’s only going to be interning with us for only 6 months. Make them count” Taeyong added, placing a handful of the intern’s research in front of Jungwoo right as there was a knock to the door

“Come in” Taeyong mentioned. “Sorry to disturb you sir, the intern is here” the building’s security mentioned. “Right, bring her in, thank you” Taeyong mentioned and the security opened the door wider to reveal the new intern

“H-hi” the intern stuttered, clearly nervous when entering the boss’ room

“Hi. Don’t be nervous. Come, take a seat. That’s Jungwoo, by the way. He’s going to be your supervisor throughout your internship” Taeyong greeted the new intern

“H-hi. I’m (y/n). Please to meet you” the intern bowed at the older men before taking her seat right beside Jungwoo

“Hi. I’m Jungwoo. Welcome aboard! I promise you that you’ll learn lots of things and there won’t ever be a dull day with me around” Jungwoo exclaimed, taking in on (y/n)’s feature

“Oh, is that my research on the worldwide satellite tracker?” (y/n) questioned, looking at the paper on Taeyong’s table

“Right. I was just telling Jungwoo that you were also researching about that tracker. Jungwoo himself has been trying different things and I believe that with you onboard, it would help him a lot. You don’t have to finish it by the end of your internship. But if Jungwoo does manage to finish it with your help, there’ll be a big bonus for both of you” Taeyong explained

“I’ve never actually tried it myself since you know, I don’t have the equipment” (y/n) mentioned

“Then this is the perfect time for us to try it together. We have the equipment and you have the brains!” Jungwoo exclaimed, making (y/n) chuckle. “Yes, we can”

“Well, looks like the two of you are getting along. I trust Jungwoo will teach you around. Also, we don’t to overtime unless there’s a launching event but you don’t have to worry about that because we’ll compensate you for it. If Jungwoo gets a bit too much, feel free to tell Doyoung here. He’s the main HR of the company and my personal assistant” Taeyong explained

“Got it, boss!” (y/n) exclaimed back. “Here’s your laptop and welcome goodie bag. Jungwoo will show you around before actually giving you your tasks” Taeyong mentioned, taking out a laptop and goodie bag, handing it to (y/n)

“Oh?! Thank you!” (y/n) thanked Taeyong. “Here, let me help you. Let’s go, shall we?” Jungwoo offered, taking (y/n)’s laptop and standing up from his seat

Right before both Jungwoo and (y/n) leave, Taeyong called out to Jungwoo. “Jungwoo. Think about it” Taeyong reminded the younger one as Jungwoo and (y/n) left

Jungwoo’s POV After the little meeting with Taeyong, I helped (y/n) take some of her things to her new table which was right beside mine. Introducing her to the rest of the team before bringing her around the office for a mini office tour.

We started off with the regular floor which is where everyone does their work, a mini breakroom to make coffee or heat up some food or drinks. I then directed her towards our pantry where people can come to cook, have breakfast because as cold as Taeyong looks, he’s pretty considerate and provide different kinds of food, beverages, and snacks for everyone.

“Can we really take any of these food and drinks?” (y/n) asked

“Of course. I know Taeyong might look intimidating but he’s a very considerate boss. He pays us all well. He doesn’t push us. He would oftentime be hands on in some of the work, especially when it’s a busy week like launching a new product. You have nothing to worry about when Taeyong is the boss. Well, as long as you don’t get on his bad side” I joked

We then went to the floor where we do product testing where everyone run tests on the products, tries it, making revisions on the spot and even taking product pictures and video shots.

“So, this is where we do all our testing. We have 2 floors for testing. Well, we mainly use this floor for testing and the other floor is more so for product shots and videos. Sometimes with models as well” I explained

“Jungwoo, I need your help because Hae— is this the new intern?” I heard Jaehyun calling out to me

“Yeah, meet (y/n), the new intern. She’s directly under me. (y/n) meet…” I introduced (y/n) but apparently it seems that she knows Jaehyun first

“Jung Jaehyun, right? I’ve seen you model for Prada. Your last drama series was also amazing! I can’t believe that I get to see you. In real life!” (y/n) exclaimed, making Jaehyun’s ears turn bright red. “Thank you for the compliment, it’s always a pleasure to meet a fan. I hope Jungwoo hasn’t been too much for you” Jaehyun replied

“I’m right here?! What were you saying again, hyung?” I asked

“We can talk later, Jungwoo” Jaehyun brushed me off. “So, (y/n), I heard that you did research regarding the worldwide satellite tracker?” Jaehyun asked (y/n)

“Yeap. It was just a theory. But Taeyong boss said that me and Jungwoo oppa might be able to test the theory out!” (y/n) explained, her energy was very cheerful despite being at the office this early in the morning

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. I read your research paper and let me tell you, you’re definitely smarter than Jungwoo” Jaehyun half-whispered. “I heard you, hyung!” I scoffed whereas (y/n) just giggled

“A-are you a fan of all these science things? Sorry, I didn’t mean to just, you seem quite different from your on-screen persona” (y/n) asked

“No worries. I guess it’s because I’ve been a close friend of Taeyong for a long time. We go back since like senior year of high school and we’ve helped each other since. When Taeyong said that he needed my help to model his products, I was more than happy to help since Taeyong had helped me before. Plus, I used to suck with technology until this one taught me some tricks I could do with some of the products” Jaehyun explained, pointing at me

“Okay!! That’s enough backstory of you and Taeyong-hyung. Come (y/n), let’s go to the other floors and then we can start upgrading the satellite system” I mentioned, placing my hands on both of (y/n)’s shoulders, guiding her away from Jaehyun

“Don’t forget that I need to talk to you later, Jungwoo!” Jaehyun exclaimed and I waved him off

After bringing (y/n) around, it was lunchtime and I took (y/n) to our cafeteria and got her some food as we sat near the entrance since we came in a bit later than everyone else. Right as we were talking and getting to know each other, Haechan decided to come and disturb us.

“Hi. The name is Haechan. You must be the new intern” Haechan mentioned, sliding right beside (y/n) who was shocked at the sudden presence beside her

“Ya! You can’t just suddenly waltz in like that. Can’t you see we’re having lunch and how scared she is? Ignore him. He’s just a weirdo” I mentioned, reassuring (y/n) that Haechan is harmless

“I’m alright, Jungwoo-oppa, thank you. Hi! I’m (y/n), nice to meet you” (y/n) replied, taking her hand out which Haechan took to shake

“See, Jungwoo. You’re overreacting. Anyways, I’m Haechan, as I’ve mentioned. I work part-time here as the IT guy and part-time streamer. If there’s anything wrong with your laptop or anything wrong in terms of your technology, I’m the guy for it” Haechan boasted himself, making me scoff

“Thank you, Haechan. I’ll keep that in mind” (y/n) giggled

“Another thing to keep in mind is to not get on Taeyong’s bad side, you can bully Doyoung whenever you like because it’s fun. Oh and, I’m not sure if Jungwoo mentioned this to you already but do not. I repeat. Do. Not. Go to the absolutely forbidden place in this entire building. The backup backup storage room. Whether someone you know is in there and needs your help, do not go in there. Even if you have the access, you ask? Yes. Do not go in there” Haechan pointed out a piece of information that I accidentally forgot to mention

“Why? You keep dead bodies in there?” (y/n) joked, making me and Haechan look at each other

“Just don’t go in there, (y/n). You might not have access to that room but just in case if anyone who has it accidentally drops it, don’t use it to go in there. Even if there is an earthquake or whatever disaster” I mentioned, my tone was serious that it might’ve scared her a bit

“Okay. I won’t. I promise. Oh, lunchtime is over, shall we go, Jungwoo-oppa?” (y/n) asked

“Yeap. Let’s go grab some snacks from the snack bar and then start our work of the day” I exclaimed, helping (y/n) grab her tray. “See you later, Haechan” I mentioned

“Bye, hyung. Bye (y/n)!!” Haechan exclaimed

After grabbing some snacks, (y/n) and I went to one of the testing rooms to get started on our worldwide satellite tracker. I started by telling her about our current satellite tracking system which uses the current South Korean database hence we could find anyone in South Korea.

“It’s more complex when we’re talking worldwide database and we have already tried to access lots of the database from here and there but sometimes the connection would cut off” I explained, showing (y/n) the database that we had connected to the satellite

“Ahh right, I mentioned this in my thesis. I wrote that we need connectors in each continent like one in Asia, one in Europe. It acts like a phone, like our SNS in a way. You connect with one another to give and take information with each other” (y/n) explained

“Great. All we have to do is just build the connection devices, right?” I exclaimed

“Not quite. Each connection/transmitter device needs to be built with a chip that connects each of them together and activates them as a transmitter that links the data with one another” (y/n) explained. “Meaning, we need to create a chip that can be linked to our own devices so whenever our database is updated, so do the transmitters and the satellite” (y/n) added on

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s get to work!” I exclaimed, smiling at (y/n) as she turned a slight pink hue

Time Skip to 5 Months Later

Throughout the past 5 months of (y/n)’s internship, we’ve gotten closer and even went to hang out with each other outside of working hours. I’ve come to know that (y/n) didn’t have the brightest childhood with her parents being harsh on her as she was their oldest daughter.

Not only that, she was always compared to her other family members who either are running a business, a doctor/lawyer, married to a rich guy and have kids already, and the list just goes on. It was heartbreaking to hear a young talented and smart girl being put down like this just because she was different from what most girls enjoy.

Plus, I also found out that her parents didn’t like her taking mechanical engineering, saying how it’s “too manly” and they even went as far as not wanting to fund her degree. But luckily enough, (y/n) was a smart and bright girl that she managed to get a fully funded scholarship from the university.

Throughout those 5 months, both (y/n) and I have slowly built all the chips that were linked to our main computer where our team would always update the database and while we haven't gotten to the exact part of building the transmitters, we have made much more progress as compared to before (y/n) joined us.

Because of this, I talked to Taeyong about potentially bringing (y/n) into our company full-time which he agreed since we were making a lot of progress because we’ve tested the chips on other devices between our internal NCT members to connect the database and it worked perfectly fine. Now the only thing left was building the transmitters; which is the easier job and then assembling everything and testing it in a larger distance. Which is the hard part.

3rd POV

But of course, building the machines wasn’t just the hard part because Haechan mentioned that there was a mole in the company who was working for one of NCT’s enemies who was also in the tech industry. While NCT wasn’t looking to sell our worldwide satellite tracking system, our enemies were and they have been eyeing (y/n) ever since her thesis on the tracking system went viral.

During lunchtime, Jungwoo was talking with (y/n) and Haechan like any other day when Kyungtae, one of their IT employees went up to their table, telling Jungwoo and Haechan that there was a bug, a virus in the company’s main computer, saying that one of the new IT guys accidentally bugged their computer which spread out through the company’s central computer.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I told you that the new guy was weird. C’mon, Taeyong is gonna kill us” Haechan exclaimed

“(y/n), you’ll most probably leave early today so don’t wait on me. I’ll call a cab for you, alright?” Jungwoo mentioned, getting up along with Haechan. “Thanks for letting us know, Kyungtae” Jungwoo added, patting Kyungtae on his shoulder

“No problem, hyung” Kyungtae replied, patting Jungwoo back

“Alright. Be careful then, two of you! Hope everything will get resolved quickly” (y/n) reassured them, offering a smile as she watched the two males leave her

“You’re the new intern, (y/n), right?” Kyungtae asked, looking at (y/n)

“Yeap, that’s me. I think I’ve seen you before. You’re from IT, right? Sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m always in the lab with Jungwoo-oppa” (y/n) replied

“No worries. It’s Kyungtae. I heard that Jungwoo was going to call a cab for you, do you happen to go home alone?” Kyungtae asked

“Yeap. Typically I take public transportation but Jungwoo-oppa has been dropping me off since he found out I took public transport late at night” (y/n) replied

“Well, I can take you home, if you’d like. Jungwoo is right to take you home since it’s not really safe to be going home alone late at night” Kyungtae offered

“I’ll think about it. If I do, I’ll need to text Jungwoo-oppa first. Anyways, I think I should get back to my work. I’m finishing up my transmitters and my internship report. See you later, Kyungtae-oppa” (y/n) replied, slightly bowing before leaving the office canteen and going back to her work

Jungwoo’s POV

Haechan and I rushed to Taeyong’s office after walking past the IT section who were all in chaos trying to figure out the virus that was spreading through the computer. Knocking on Taeyong’s office door, we heard a rough sound from Taeyong, telling us to come in.

“Hyung? We heard what happened” I mentioned, coming in with Haechan

“It’s not just a regular virus. Someone breached all of our security and nearly reached the one that NCT made” Taeyong replied, showing us each security wall that was breached

“Shit. Let me check it real quick, hyung” Haechan exclaimed, going over towards Taeyong’s desk and opening the computer to review all the security walls that were broken by the virus

“Also, there’s a mole working in this company” Taeyong pointed out, making both me and Haechan look at him in shock. “Do you have any leads on who it could be?” I asked

“Someone from IT. Because the only people who would and could access anything on our database would be the IT system and engineer. But I’m 100% sure that it’s the IT because only someone that smart and knows the computer and system back and forth would be able to come here and even hack into the system” Taeyong replied

“Hyung!! We need access to the NCT system” Haechan mentioned

“Alright, let’s go there then” Taeyong replied as the 3 of us headed to the forbidden storage room where we have one of NCT’s main computers that helps power up all the tech and database for the company.

However, upon reaching and opening the door to the storage room, all three of us were shocked to see (y/n) in the room. Without even thinking, I yanked (y/n)’s wrist. Questioning her on why she was here. “What are you doing here?! Who brought you in here?! You’re going to get in trouble” I exclaimed

“What’s the difference with you?” (y/n) whispered back, making me confused

“What are you?” I asked. “You used me. All of you! You just wanted me to finish your satellite and then ditch me, weren’t you?” (y/n) confronted and that’s when I noticed all the computers behind her showing all her background information

“(y/n), let’s talk about this, alright?” I reasoned but she yanked her arm away from my grip and walked away, standing in front of Taeyong

“Are you going to do some MIB shit and wipe my memory of all of this? Or are you going to put me somewhere until you know what you want to do to me?” (y/n) asked and Taeyong let out a long harsh sigh. “You didn’t see much since the important information is completely protected by the top cyber security in the country. So, go to my office and wait until I get back” Taeyong stated and (y/n) just slightly bowed before leaving the room, leaving the three of us together

“Which one of you lost the card?” Taeyong asked right when (y/n) left and the door was locked again

“I have it with me since I was the one that opened it” Haechan replied and both him and Taeyong looked over at me

“It’s in my…” I mumbled but as I rummaged in every single one of my pockets, it was nowhere and I instantly panicked. “Shit. I, I lost it. I swear I always have it with me, hyung” I exclaimed

“Haechan, fix the virus that’s spreading in the company. I’ll find Jungwoo’s key access card” Taeyong-hyung stated, going towards one of the computers to find my card since every single one of our cards have a tracking chip on it

“My card. It’s…” I mumbled. “Moving. Someone stole your card. Recall anyone touching you near your pockets or anything? Because it’s moving fast from this building to another…” Taeyong asked as he tries to use our current satellite tracker to track my card

I tried to recall who would steal the card or who touched me, specifically my pockets throughout the day since I know for a fact that I still had my card the other day. Right as I was trying to remember, Jaehyun suddenly called us through our in-ear.

“Guys. Is (y/n) alright? I saw her going into Taeyong’s office but right when I walked past again, she was gone. I asked someone if they saw anything and one of the staff mentioned that Kyungtae was carrying her and that she was unconscious. Kyungtae said that she fainted right as he was putting some paperwork into Taeyong’s office” Jaehyun mentioned

“She was fine literally a few minutes ago” Haechan replied, finally fixing the cyber security of our company. “Hyung, you might want to check this” Haechan exclaimed and we went to his side right as Haechan opened the front security camera and saw Kyungtae putting (y/n) in a black minivan

“Jaehyun! Go with Jeno and find this van” Taeyong exclaimed, sending Jaehyun and Jeno the security footage that we just saw

“Jungwoo. Finish that global tracker. We need it. Kyungtae must know that there’s a tracker chip in that card. He’s going to eventually take that chip out. So I suggest you finish that tracker while you can” Taeyong instructed

“But hyung, the transmitters should be placed in each continent to collect the data” I debated. “We don’t need to go that far just yet. But we do need every information about (y/n) and Kyungtae. I’m sure that that won’t be so hard since it’s just an upgrade from our Korea tracker” Taeyong replied

“Alright. I’m going to grab the chips and put it in the computer” I mentioned, going out of the room to grab the chips that both me and (y/n) finished making and even testing

Back in the storage room, both Haechan and I put in the chips with the new database and started to look for (y/n) and Kyungtae through every single security camera in South Korea. Hacking into every tech device that has a built-in camera to search for their faces, what vehicles are they in, and even tracking their live location.

“Taeyong. The signal is gone. They took out the chip” Jaehyun stated. “Jungwoo” Taeyong called out to me

“We’re just about done, hyung. Our computer is using the satellite to connect with every tech devices in South Korea. There we go, they…They’re at the harbour in Busan. They’re going to make an escape to another country!” I exclaimed, immediately rushing out

“Hold on!” Taeyong exclaimed. “Haechan, I’ll have Doyoung come here and accompany you. Standby and keep us updated. Jaehyun, Jeno, go after them. Make sure they don’t escape. Go on the ship if you have to. Jungwoo, you can bring one of the chips and they’ll still be connected with the one Haechan is handling, right?” Taeyong added and I nodded

“Alright. Grab one of the chips, we’re going to sea. I’ll let Yuta, Hendery, and Johnny know that we might need their help since it’ll be on sea” Taeyong mentioned and I quickly followed him

Arriving at the Busan harbour, Jaehyun and Jeno told us that Kyungtae hasn’t left yet because according to Yuta and his Japan team, they were waiting for backup from Japan but Yuta and his team found out about it first and hijacked their ship so when Kyungtae is waiting for backup, it’ll actually be our backup.

After Taeyong instructed us on the plan, both Jaehyun and Jeno immediately confronted Kyungtae who was immediately flustered. “Better stop what you’re thinking. Even if you escape, we’ll always find you again” Jaehyun mentioned but Kyungtae just laughed

“Because you build that tracker that can track almost anyone? So what? I have the girl that can build a device to counter yours” Kyungtae exclaimed but Taeyong and I immediately came towards the other side, cornering Kyungtae

“No way we’re letting you take her with you” I exclaimed, grabbing everyone’s attention

“Right, because you need her to finish your little transmitters?” Kyungtae questioned, taking the blueprints that both (y/n) and I worked day and night to finish then ripped it in front of us right as a ship from Japan arrived

“Even if the leader of NCT himself is here, you all can’t possibly match up against a lot of people, now can you?” Kyungtae chuckled as he took an unconscious (y/n) out of his car, making sure to hold a knife right by her neck, just to make sure that we wouldn’t do anything

But right as Kyungtae thought that it was his backup that came, Yuta held a gun right behind Kyungtae’s head, making him shudder. “I think you want to rethink that” Yuta growled right as Jeno and Jaehyun handled Kyungtae while I took (y/n) out of Kyungtae’s grip

Jungwoo’s apartment - 9:12 pm

It’s been hours since I came back and Xiaojun and Kun took a look at (y/n), telling me that she was just asleep since Kyungtae most probably drugged her and the only injury she had were just a few bruises which Kun concluded that she got them from trying to fight off Kyungtae.

Not knowing when she’d wake up, I decided to clean up the apartment, cook some soup just in case (y/n) woke up hungry and showered. Right when I finished my shower, I heard some shuffling from (y/n)’s room and quietly opened the door to see her slowly wake up.

“Hey. Are you hungry? I made some soup” I uttered, grabbing (y/n)’s attention but she didn’t respond to me. Instead, she just scanned the room she was in. “You’re in my apartment. I brought you back here. To make sure that you’re alright. And to apologise” I added but (y/n) still didn’t respond so I just kept on going.

“I’m sorry that it might seem that I, Taeyong, and the company were using you by offering you a large amount of income. But I’m not sorry that we were the ones that took you in first. Sure, maybe during the first few weeks was just me trying to get more information out of you but after a few months, all that thought of using you was gone. I even convinced Taeyong that you should join us, permanently. We were about to break the news to you but then you went into the storage room and found some of our information” I admitted. “I know that it might feel that we, I, am betraying you because I know how much you yearned for that recognition from someone close to you and it seemed that we were using you but we’re not. And I promise you that you’ll be save under us” I added, sitting right by her feet

“It’s not like I got much of a choice, is it? Even if you guys let me off and I want to just bury everything underground, you will always be watching me and I don’t want that” (y/n) finally uttered and I instinctively grabbed her hand. “You’ll always have a choice. I promise you that. Watching over you is not because you saw something that’s supposed to be a secret but because I made it so that you’re under our protection” I replied

“I know that things might’ve gotten a bit…rough but I hope that you’ll forgive us because it’d be a bummer if we don’t get to finish that thesis of yours” I joked, making (y/n) chuckle a bit

“I get that you guys have your secrets but don’t ever do something like this to another person. Ever.” (y/n) argued and I chuckled. “Promise” I smiled at her

NCT Base - 2:17 am

“This is like the third guy that won’t admit unless Taeyong gracefully walks in and enlightens us with his presence” Haechan groaned

“What do you expect, he’s the leader after all” Jeno replied, making Haechan roll his eyes

“I expect for us to be done quicker so I can go home and cuddle” Haechan ranted. “Why don’t we just, you know, somewhat drown him but not drown him? Just make it so that he’s on the verge of not being able to breathe, you know?” Haechan added on, standing right behind Kyungtae. “I mean, you wanted to go to Japan, right? How about we help you, you know, just in case your ship drowns and you have to swim all the way to Japan?” Haechan provoked

“Lee Haechan” Taeyong scolded, making the younger one backed away. “No fun at all” Haechan scoffed

“You had your fun, remember Haechan?” Taeyong stated, making Haechan huff in annoyance

“Going to talk? Or I’ll let Jungwoo and Haechan have their way with you. Who do you work for and why do you want (y/n)?” Taeyong questioned

“You don’t know. Do you?” Kyungtae scoffed but it intrigued Taeyong

“See, I have many enemies. And many wanted (y/n) to work for them so they could have the most advanced technology. Unfortunately for you and your client, we have her first” Taeyong replied

“My client doesn’t want (y/n) to just advance their technology. There’s a specific person he’s searching for” Kyungtae stated but when Taeyong questioned him again, Kyungtae stayed silent

Taeyong looked over to Jungwoo and signalled him. Jungwoo then moved to stick some patches on the side of Kyungtae’s temple. “Wh-what are you doing?!” Kyungtae protested

“Nothing much. Be grateful that you’re going to be our first test subject” Jungwoo smiled as he turned on the machine, shocking Kyungtae’s brain, making him have an intense headache but also gathering some data

“Who is this specific person that they’re looking for? My members? Me?” Taeyong questioned again but Kyungtae refused to answer again which made Jungwoo send more shockwaves to his brain

“See, we have all night to do this and when we get tired and bored with your brain, we can have other kinds of fun. Maybe even let Haechan help you swim” Taeyong taunted

“You. You don’t understand. He’ll kill me if I admit everything to you” Kyungtae pleaded

“Could be worse. I’d have you torture first until you admit something or you wish we would’ve killed you. Now talk while I’m being patient. Who is it” Taeyong taunted

When Kyungtae didn’t let out any sound, Jungwoo was ready to fire the shockwave again until Taeyong stopped him. Telling him that Kyungtae let out a whisper. A name. A name that he hasn’t heard since the day he helped Na Jaemin. Nam Goongmin.

A/N: Yeap, that's a tiny spoiler for the next mafia story, Na Jaemin :)) Also to anyone who wants to request a fanfic while also supporting my writing, you can request it on my Fiverr. Hope you all enjoyed reading this story and I'll see y'all in the next one. Stay safe and healthy xoxo vinet

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xomakara · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

I really needed to make a masterlist so I can link all the stories better lol. Anyhow, you'll find any ongoing series/stories/etc here.

Everything in the ML so far are rated MATURE. Anyone under 18, please do not interact. :)

I DO NOT write for Chenle or Jisung. Also not writing for the new NCT Team since they're literal babies.

Series

Miracle Worker | Ongoing | In which Yoo Aimee is in a complicated relationship with Johnny Suh and Jung Jaehyun. She's somehow pregnant even though it's impossible since she was in an accident that rendered her to not have kids. [JohnnyxJaehyunxReader]

The Highlights of Romance | Ongoing | In which you're a bestselling author and become friends with your neighbors. But when your life suddenly becomes the center of attention, will your life be a novel in the works? [MarkxReader]

By Member

Becoming Lady Moon | 5K words | You’ve been summoned back to the capital after a successful campaign, only to get married to Taeil, a scholarly man that the emperor himself has chosen.

Inked By You | 10.1K words | You're best friends with Johnny and have had feelings for him for awhile. You think he's only attracted to you because of your tattoos but it's so much more.

Only One For Me | 11.4K words | Hanging out with your friends at the hottest club in Chicago, you never expect to see Johnny after you had left the idol life, your friends and him after a scandal. Johnny says he misses you and shows you how much he really does miss you.

Body & Soul | 3.4K words | You just want to have sex with Johnny but Doyoung keeps interferring so you and Johnny try to convince Doyoung into having a threesome.

Come On Over | 5.2K words | Haechan doesn’t want to be seen as a cute, little baby boy to you so he asks Johnny for help to seduce you.

Closet Fun | 2.3K words | Taeyong drags you into a closet for some fun quality time.

Private Lesson | 2.7K words | You’re tutoring Yuta in Math but he wants a biology/anatomy lesson instead that leads to sexy time

Blessings | 6.7K words | You find out that you're pregnant and happy that you have Kun and others to help you navigate this journey.

An Office Affair | 2.7K words | Doyoung really needs you when he sees that you're wearing a short skirt at the office meeting.

Body & Soul | 3.4K words | You just want to have sex with Johnny but Doyoung keeps interferring so you and Johnny try to convince Doyoung into having a threesome.

Coming Soon

Warrior of My Heart | 6.4K words | You returned home after a successful journey with your knight Jaehyun. Your brother, the king, wants you to start marrying and you knew there was one person that you wanted.

Desiring You | 6.4k words | When Jaehyun has an inkling that you were touching yourself and thinking of him, he wants to know all your sexual fantasies.

Forever Only | 4k words | Jaehyun comes home to find you getting off on his bed.

Coming Soon

Exploration | 3.6K words | When you stepped into an adult store looking for new toys, you didn’t expect to step out of one with your office crush, Jungwoo.

Crash Landing | 6.4K words | You meet Jungwoo in a space station and you both instantly hit it off.

Waiting For Your Love | 3.6K words | Mark is secretly your boyfriend, takes you to his place and wants to take your relationship to the next level.

Falling For the Cowboy | 5k words | You take over your late grandfather’s old farm, meet your charming neighbors and townspeople, and fall in love with Mark, the handsome cowboy.

No One But You | 6.8K words | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son.

Strip Poker | 4.3K words | Hendery has been eyeing you for quite awhile and when your mutual friends decide on a game of strip poker, Hendery is in it to win it. His prize: you.

Talk Dirty to Me | 2.2K words | You’re needy and horny but your boyfriend Renjun is on tour. You both decide on phone sex and you’re begging him to come home to you.

Diving Into You | Series - COMPLETED | In which Lee Jeno really, really craves sex from his girlfriend.

Love Me Now | 4.7K words | Jeno just wants to love you.

Physical Therapy | 2.3K words | Haechan sprained his ankle and is staying at the hospital. Being very horny and needy, he asks his pretty nurse for special treatment…

Physical Therapy (pt. 2) | 2.7K words | Haechan is still in the hospital but you're back to help him with his treatment.

Coming Home | 6.4K words | You and Haechan try to cope with a long distance relationship but when you land the opportunity to write a ballad song, you finally get to reunite with Haechan

Come On Over | 5.2K words | Haechan doesn’t want to be seen as a cute, little baby boy to you so he asks Johnny for help to seduce you.

A Heavenly Night | 4.1K words | Jaemin takes you out on a date. But as friends? Tired of being friendzoned, you confess your feelings. Little did you know that he felt the same way.

Oh, Mommy | 1.9K words | Jaemin watches as you breastfeed the baby and ends up wanting sex afterwards.

Coming Soon

By Unit

It Started With a Kiss | 6.2K words | You always spend your birthdays with DoJaeJung since your birthdays all land in the same month. After being friends and fuckbuddies with them for the longest, you're finally ready to have all three of them as your birthday present.

Perfume | 8.6K words | Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all get a bit too jealous of each other when you have sex with them individually.

Our Love is Infinite | 14.6k words | You’re in a relationship with five guys that are utterly devoted to you.

All About You | 6K words | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip.

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gukiefics · 1 year

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Neo boyfriend at your doorstep; lch🐻; trailer

Pairing: Sex worker!haechan×CEO Reader

Synopsis: Your bestfriend and crush for 15 years is getting married and of course he invited you to his destination wedding at Vegas. But since he never saw you with anyone, he tried set up a date for you for which you immediately declined, giving him a fake excuse that you are seeing someone. Now you are stucked with a double date the next weekend and with your imaginary partner. With stress and fear over taking your mind, you came across two girls talking about a website which rents partners to people. After eavesdropping them, you decided to try out and rent a boyfriend...but you accidentally choose yourself a sex worker.

Warning: Sexual content, offensive language, oral play (both m & f receiving), switch!haechan (leaning more towards dom), switch!reader(more towards sub), role play, public sex.

Words: 15k and counting

Note:

The story, the characters, places and even their age is purely made from my imagination and is completely fiction, if not stated and I have no negative feelings towards any character I used in the story. The storyline is without a doubt mine and if the story is similar with any other work, then it is purely a coincidence because this story is made up solely from my imagination.

7pm; Jung fabric clothier ; Seoul

"Sarah, Thank you for bringing the files. You are dismissed to go home now." She nodded and bowed goodbye and went out of your workspace. A phone rang disturbing you. "What is it?" "Ma'am, Mr. Kim is here to meet you." "Send him in."

The said man entered the room and you rolled your eyes. "Kim Doyoung, don't." "What!? I didn't even say anything. " He pouted. You rolled your eyes again and set your eyes on the bright computer screen. "Listen girl, you have been my bestfriend for 15 years now. You are an important person in my life. How could you be absent for my wedding!?"

He glared. You sighed. "Listen Doyoung, I have an important meeting that week and I didn't even confirmed my absence. I just said, I will barely able to come-" "See! that's the problem. You should be very much confirmed! I mean it's your bestfriend wedding! Right now you are the only person who knows our wedding date. So you listen carefully Miss Jung Y/n you are surely coming to my wedding and I am not taking any excuses. If you failed to be present, I will not tolerate it and will give you the very worse punishment." He stick his tongue out and teased at you.

You chuckled. "As you wish Mr.Kim." you did the same as him. Doyoung smiled wide. "Ok enough working for today. I am throwing a bachelor's party and you are the VIP guest there. Go home, get changed and be there at sharp 9pm." He gave you the invitation pass. You gasp in disbelief. "Why am I knowing about this the last minute?" "Cause I know you will decline it, if I told you earlier. " He smirked and you shook your head in astonishment.

"Hurry up, I will see you at the party." Doyoung said and left. You sighed. "This jerk." You huffed and pack your stuffs and left. The whole journey from your office to your home was not the best.

Kim Doyoung, this man has been your bestfriend and your crush for the past 15 years. He was your brother's friend. No you didn't meet each other because of your brother but of a camp. He was the captain of your camp team and the 10 year old you was so fascinated to see such 14 year old boy who was so responsible and charismatic. The bunny like features of him was a bonus. You both bonded well in the camp and when you came to know that he was your brother's friend, you guys started to spend time with each other alot. Along the years, your admiration for him turned into something more. The 16 year old self was very excited to confess your feelings to him but all of that excitement crashed down when he introduced his girlfriend, Kang Seulgi. She was sweet as an angel and very beautiful. Their relationship stayed strong for six years and now they are getting married. You are happy for him but the 16 year old girl inside you was dying to see the man she liked, soon going to belong to another woman forever. That's the reason you wanted to escape from the marriage ceremony but this man is absolutely a hinderance to that.

Preparing yourself for the party, you looked at yourself at the mirror. A black short dress, minimal makeup and knee boots, satisfied with your outfit for the party, you look for your car keys. "Woof! Woof!" Your 6 months old puppy barked. "Oh kiki, I will come as soon as possible ok?" You kissed his nose and he licked licr cheeks in return. You giggled at his cute gestures and passed him to your neighbour, who was quite delighted to see kiki. "Kiki, don't trouble aunty too much. " he barked back. "I apologise for asking to look after him this late Jennie. I appreciate your kindness." Jennie shook her head. "Nonsense, I love kiki Y/n, now I have kiki along with kai and kuma to give me company." Both of you exchange hugs as goodbye and you left for the party.

8:47pm; Hotel Skylark; Gangnam; Seoul.

You reached the hotel, where Doyoung threw his party. "Ok Y/n, be strong and positive. " you chanted these words as you pace towards the hotel till the party floor. Oh, did I mention that Doyoung is a social extrovert? As soon as you entered the hall, you can hear the loud music and people chattering. There were people all around the floor. You mentally thanked god that it was not a teenage party. Of course there was wine, alcohols etc. But people have the standards enough to be drunk and makeout here and there. It was a decent party. Although all these reasons, you still loathed the party. Why? Because of two main reasons, 1. People, 2. You saw Doyoung and Seulgi acting all lovely dovey with one another.

You tried reaching Doyoung but all in vain, cause people blocked your way to converse with you and stuff. Oh my god why did he have to call all his high school friends? "Oh my Y/n, is that you?" You turned towards the owner of the voice. "Renjun? Hey nice to meet you!" You exchanged hugs. Renjun was your classmate and a close friend. You guys lost contact after high school. "Great! It's been so long. What's up with you? Btw you look stunning." "Oh thank you, don't need to flatter me though."

"Doyoung hyung is finally getting married huh?" He analysed your face. He knew about your crush towards Doyoung. "Yeah. But hey don't look at me like that, I am moving on. I am fine." You smiled bitterly. "You know, you don't have to pretend towards me y/n. But hey if you are really moving on. That's good." You nodded. You saw Doyoung coming towards you. "Y/n! Glad you could make it." Seulgi hugged you tight. Doyoung smiled wide. "Of course, I made her come after pursuing so hard." Doyoung giggled and you rolled your eyes. "Well enjoy the party! I will go now, need to pee bad." Seulgi pouted before rushing towards the washroom.

"Y/n you are looking damn good. I am so sure many are going to fall for you in one sight." Doyoung winked. 'Well it's not like you are going to.' You shook your inner words. "Oh anyways, can you see that guy at the bar stand." You gazed towards where Doyoung pointed. A tall, lean guy having same bunny features as him was at your sight, he was sipping a wine and was chatting with his friend. "Yeah, what about him?" You raised your eyebrows. "What do you think about him?" You frowned. "What?" Doyoung repeated the same question. "No idiot, I meant why? I don't know, he's handsome and cute I guess." "That's great then. He's Na Jaemin, my cousin. He's kind of into you. Want me to set him up with you?" You widened your eyes at his proposal. Renjun too, had the same reaction. "Oh my Doyoung, why?" "Oh come on Y/n, I want you to be happy. And also I want to see you with someone before I get married. You know I don't want you to be left out. You are the only person who's not in a relationship or involved in any."

You shook your head. That's great that you are just moving on and your crush is trying to set you up with someone else but his words kind of hurted you and your ego. "What!? You don't like him? No worries, the other guy there, he's Lee Jeno, he is pretty much handsome too-" "No Doyoung, I don't want to set myself with someone. " You whined. "Yeah hyung! Give her some time, before you drop these kind of bombs." Renjun voiced out his opinion. Doyoung glared. "Why Y/n? Don't you want to be happy with someone or have intimate relations with someone. Oh don't tell me you are a lesbian, don't worry I got tons of female friends too! Y/n, look the reason I am doing this is because of your happiness. You are always alone, engrossed with your work. I can't take care of you all the time and I feel bad. You don't eat proper meals and I am always the one to force you to eat meals, and etc."

"Doyoung, look I know you are worried and don't worry much about me anymore cause I am not a kid and I am taking proper meals now. And plus, I am seeing someone." Your last words shocked everyone who heard you. "You do!?" Renjun was the one who asked you first after everyone was quiet. You quickly nodded. "Well if you do, how come you never told me?" Doyoung narrowed his eyes already suspicious. "Well, I have been seeing him for the past few weeks and we aren't official yet that's why. But trust me! He is a real gentleman and very sweet." You faked laughed. You tried your best to convince him and he was about to ask more when Seulgi called him. He excused himself and went to the host platform.

"So everyone, we all know me and Doyoung are getting married! Woohoo!" The crowd howled with excitement. "So after discussions and discussions, taking so many risks, we have decided to get married on the 18th of June in Vegas! So everyone present here is invited. Please be present to give us wishes and your blessings. We will be expecting you all." The crowd was overjoyed with the news. People congratulated the couple and they very much accepted that with equal enthusiasm.

"You aren't actually seeing anyone, are you?" Renjun asked you, which you nodded honestly as in no. "I mean don't you think it's kind of quick for me to that, I mean I am trying my best to move on. I don't want to get indulged in love right now." He sighed. "Don't stress much, the right man will come along with right time." He assured you, which also did a calming effect on you

The night went on with merry making sounds. Fortunately Doyoung didn't ask more about your fake date. But he did give you the look of I will love to meet him someday. Or should I say asap? Because the news spread to Seulgi and now you are stuck with a double date next weekend. Now great! You pulled your own leg. How will you find yourself a fake boyfriend in 7 days? You share the same company of friends as Doyoung so you can't ask them for this favour. He knows all your employees. In fact Doyoung knows every person you know. You felt like crying.

What am I gonna do now?

The thought circulates your head as you walk around the toilet cubicle. But you soon stop when you heard some girls talking.

"Girl I am telling you, I had the best date ever. This website gave the best fake boyfriend ever. All my colleagues were jealous seeing him. Oh my goodness, he was so hot but so sweet!!" They squealed. You rolled your eyes but continued eavesdropping them. "Can you tell me the name of the website? I want to try it so bad!!!" "Sure, it's neo date on your doorstep.com . I am telling you, once got one you will never regret it. It's safe too! It's 400$ per day. It was so worth it."

You are so sure, god is favouring you right now. It's your only hope now and you are not going to let it go in vain. Thanking god, you made your way out of the washroom, suprisingly the two girls talking. You smiled widely at them and left. "What's up with her?" "I don't know, she's drunk maybe."

Welcome to neo date on your doorstep

Which purpose?

Blind Date

Temporary partner

Sex partner

Warning; Once chosen, cannot switch. No cancellation. Once cancel, cannot order again.

You choose the temporary boyfriend, even though sex was tempting because you haven't got laid in months, you still choose it. Guess everyone is right, you are a boring girl.

Thank you for choosing, please fill your name, address and phone number and duration you want to keep your order.

Name: Jung Y/n

Sexuality: Straight,Female Age: 25

Address: xxxxx

Phone number: xxxx-xxxx

Duration (max: 5months): 2 days

Thank you for your co-operation. Your order will arrive this Saturday at 9 am.

Caution: You cannot return your order before the estimate time

You smiled in satisfaction. Finally you are going to sleep a sound sleep without the recent stress, i.e., finding a fake boyfriend. Thank goodness it was weekend, you are going to sleep all day! The massive headache you had because you drank alot just to reduce your stress minimised a bit. Just then you heard your phone beep indicating a notification. You checked it and it was from the website.

Miss Jung Y/n,

Your order info:

You choice: Sex partner

Name: Lee Haechan

Sexuality: Straight, Male Age: 27

Speciality: finger play, oral

shit!

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ncteez · 2 years

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Expert Adversary. (m.t)

m.list | ao3 | minors dni! otherwise please like and reblog my works!!

requested by @peach-gummy: “Ok bestie, I know we joke about this a lot but I’m desperate lmao…Can I request an enemy to lovers coworker Taeil?! I love softness but the smut parts?…writer’s choice.”

wordcount― 15.6k

pairing― moon taeil x fem reader

description― Your promotion was stolen by a new hire and you’re doing everything in your power to hate him for it. After all, that promotion was rightfully yours. This task proves to be much more difficult than anticipated because the man is nothing but sweet, polite, and eager to help. His dopey ways make it far too easy for you to accept that, maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay if he kept the position.

Or the one where you do everything you can to hate the new lead of your team, but you end up in bed with him instead.

content― enemies to lovers, office romance, very soft top taeil, fluff, taeil is a big dopey man who is technically your boss now, you boss him around tho, co workers: taeyong, haechan, doyoung, drinking nights with the dudes, taeil just likes fitting in.

note― requested by my best friend in the whole universe, who I love with my whole heart and would still throw under the bus to eat mark’s ass. If she hadn’t requested it, it would have been fully dedicated to her either way. On that note, I had fun writing this one and naturally, I didn’t proofread.

tag list: @aedreamzy, @ahgastayzen, @subhyuck, @mrkis, @zealhaechan, @glitchyuck, @multihoe-net, @infnteen

smut tags under cut::

nsfw tags― making out, slight grinding, fingering, oral (m receiving),swallowing, deep penetration, tbh it’s mostly just very normal sex with your hot boss while your co-workers are passed out in the living room, there's some talk about gagging while giving head, and listening in on sex.

6 months. You waited 6 long, exhausting months for this day only to have it shattered right before your eyes. You put in the work, put in the hours, trained long and hard for this, but it’s been pulled right from your grasp from some…new hire? You should have listened to Taeyong when he told you that the company rarely promotes from within, stating that he got passed over before too. You thought you may be an exception, that maybe you could be the one to break the cycle and become a leader of your own team. The raise would have helped, and the workload would have increased but you were ready and so fucking willing to do it for this god-forsaken company. But no. “We just don’t think you’re qualified to move up yet.” They said, after weeks of training you to do the job. “We found a great opportunity with an up-and-coming employee and we couldn’t afford to pass him over.” They said, rubbing salt in the wound.

This is the worst Friday you think you’ve ever experienced in the world of corporate Hell. The drinks you’d planned with Taeyong and the other doofuses at the same level on your team, for celebration of course, were more needed now than ever. It was a night of bitching and whining over drinks bought for you from the group of coworkers, which by now you should be calling friends.

Haechan was the loudest, acting more upset than you when he found out the news. Taeyong gave you attitude, the whole ‘I told you so’ talk coming far too soon for you to point back with sass. Doyoung, of course, stayed pretty silent despite his stern look of disapproval. You were shocked to learn he was at the same level as you at work, considering he looks and acts as though he owns the place. And those are the closest friends you have in this shit hole of a company.

There are two other women tagging along solely because they care about you, and come to you when they’re having a hard time with the boss because you’re safe. You don’t run to HR at the mere mention of someone having a fat ass, nor do you mock or roll your eyes if a client brings tears to their eyes. You are their friend, of course, but it feels more like a protective friendship than the friendship you share with the guys. The women lean on you, but you can’t quite lean on them considering the years you’ve wasted with this company compared to their mere months of being here.

You appreciate the uproar of your lost promotion, talks of how they will riot on Monday, how they will spike the coffee with laxatives, how they will leave the bathroom without toilet paper. You laugh alongside the bright faces surrounding you, all equally as exhausted with the memo pads and spreadsheets. Despite the shattering of your confidence and the insecurity pouring back into you in terms of this job, at least you’ve made friends.

Come Monday morning, Haechan was the first to meet you in the parking lot, checking you over to make sure your fragile ego is as high as it can be. Today is the day you meet the new lead of your team, the fresh new hire who will likely have it out with you the moment you take a shortcut or don’t do something by the book. You’re nervous, but more than that, the weekend allowed your feelings to fester. You’re frustrated, angry, and appalled. You can be a better lead than this man, surely. You know the company inside and out.

You created some of the tasks and rules that you and your team have to go by. Who organized the job? You did. Who kept the team in high spirits? You did. And who got to take over the team? That motherfucker.

You are somehow more angry by the time Doyoung shows up, backpack thrown over his shoulder as always, and today you don’t even laugh at the way his professional attire is clashing with the raggedy college backpack he’s clearly used for years. Not to mention, the man insists on dressing like a damn CEO rather than following the business casual dress code. It’s so strange that he’s become part of this close-knit circle of people you call friends, considering how little he offers to the group outside of when he’s drunk. Still, you don’t make fun of his backpack, or his stupid cupcake keychain that he swears his mom forces him to keep for ‘good luck’.

As the three of you are walking in, Taeyong joins the triumphant walk to the third floor of what you would call failure. If there were a song playing as you and your group walk, it would be the tiny violin song that Mr.Krabs plays for Spongebob in the episode “Squilliam’s Return.” It’s a dropping feeling with each step to the third floor, knowing that soon, you’re going to be meeting a man who stole your place, a man who is likely smiling and happy to have a job you earned.

He wasn’t sitting on your desk as expected with a shiny golden crown, demanding that the team kneel before him. He didn’t even show up until late noon, which you assume was after he got done being given the run down by the boss in his office.

His face was bright, smiling as you would have expected. You couldn’t help but grimace as he was being led towards your cubicle. You glance behind him to see Haechan pop his head over his own cube, snarling at the new man who has no idea there’s already beef to be had with him.

“Y/n, this is Mr.Moon.”

You hold back a laugh, because really? On any other day you’d think the name was charming, cute, even, but not today. Moon man can go fuck himself.

“Taeil, actually. You can call me Taeil.” The man interrupts, leaning himself towards you with his hand outstretched. “I don’t really like the titles if I’m being honest.”

Your boss beams at the Moon man as if he were the greatest man alive. You’re unsure why, and to be honest, you’re sure Haechan is going to make jokes about how your boss probably got his ass eaten for him to give the promotion to this new guy.

“Casual, I like it.” Your boss speaks out to him. “Well, I’ll leave the introductions to you then. Remember to come to my office before we leave for the day.” And then he’s off, doing whatever bosses do.

Taeil stands there awkwardly, staring at you with his hand still awkwardly outstretched.

“What?” You say to him, cocking a brow and turning back to your spreadsheets.

“You didn’t introduce yourself?” He says it like a question, in a voice more polite than you could have imagined coming from a man who is making bank, at your place of employment.

“Did he not just greet me by name?” You question as you swivel back around towards the man, bitterness coming out in tone and body language.

“I—uh—” He laughs at himself, glancing away for a moment. “Listen, I’m really nervous and didn’t quite catch your name.” He says in a slight whisper, the professionalism in his posture disappearing for a moment.

“Mr.Moon—” You go to say.

“Taeil.” He corrects you quickly.

“Taeil, I’m Y/n, and I would really like to get back to this very important project.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says, backing away with his hands up. “I didn’t mean to slow you down.” He continues, almost as if he’s rambling. “I’ll be over in my—uh..” He stumbles a bit, clearly very nervous for his first day.

“In your office, got it.” You finish for him, turning back to your computer and allowing him to fuck off to an office that was just ripped from your hopes and dreams.

“Okay but, he’s kind of nice though.” Taeyong tip-toes around the point as he sips his drink. A full week of dealing with Taeil proved to be difficult for you, mostly because he has become so well-liked so fucking fast. Everyone seems to love him, everyone but you.

“That’s just because he’s trying to impress everyone. I give him another week before he starts letting the power go to his head.” You retort, slamming down your own drink and glaring at your sharp-jawed friend.

“Y/n, what power?” He questions you seriously this time, a little fed up with the way you’re making this situation much more unbearable for yourself than Taeil is. “He’s our boss, technically, but he’s still low level. . . “

You look up at Taeyong with a bit of hurt in your eyes. As if you hadn’t fought for this promotion like it were the final point in a mission. As if your confidence with this company hasn’t been shot down time and time again, you wonder if your college degree was the right one to go for. Taeyong notices this change in your face, quickly back peddling his words.

“I mean, I know it’s a big deal to you, Y/n, honestly, I get it.” He tries to save the situation, not wanting there to be even more tension at work. “You deserved the job, and it is a big deal. It really is, but I think you’re giving this company too much power over you.”

His save wasn’t a save at all. It was more scolding. You call over for another drink and stare at the table as if you’re just a child who refuses to eat her veggies.

“You don’t have to like him, but don’t make yourself miserable.�� Taeyong continues, going from sipping his drink to gulping it. “He’s way nicer than you think he is, he didn’t even write me up for being on youtube…” He trails off, trying to save face for himself, but doing it for Taeil instead.

“I wouldn’t have written you up either.” You continue to argue, lowering your voice when the waitress comes over to get your new drink order, and when she’s off to get your drink, you continue. “It isn’t fair. I would have done so well.”

“I know.” Taeyong sighs out. “But you’ve been so mean to him, like I genuinely think he almost cried the other day when he left your cubical.”

You widen your eyes a bit, trying to remember out of the countless snarky comments you’ve said to him, which could have been the one that would make him cry.

“What? Really?” You smile a bit. “Maybe it was when I told him to stop bothering me?” You start down the list of things you’ve said. “Or maybe when he asked if I needed anything from the break room, and I told him that the only thing I needed was for him to leave me the hell alone?”

Taeyong cringes, not realizing he was so close to such a cold person all over a promotion in a company none of you intended to stay at forever.

“Oh! I bet it was when he complimented my hair and I told him ‘Wish I could say the same for you.’”

“Um—” Taeyong cuts in now. “You do realize how petty you sound right now, right?”

You pull back a bit, noticing quickly that you were finding joy in breaking Taeil’s confidence.

“It’s a new job for him, and you’re being a blatant asshole like that?” He questions, but he doesn’t stop. “How would you feel if you got that promotion, and someone treated you like this?” And now Taeyong decides to get technical. “I’d suggest you tone it down because HR could find out and get you for creating a hostile work environment.”

“I am not making it hostile!” You argue, ignoring the waitress as she hands you your drink. “He made it hostile by taking the fucking job!”

“Now you just sound like a baby.” Taeyong insults, leaning back with his arms crossed. “It’s not like the boss told him he stole the position.”

For the first time, you think about it. You think about how Taeyong is kind of hyping this guy despite the disapproval of the situation, you really did deserve the promotion and you can tell he believes that. You think even harder about how you saw Haechan and Taeil laughing together in the break room as they grabbed their morning coffee on Wednesday. Haechan, your sharpest shooter, giggling like a high-school girl with the man that is the direct cause of your inner turmoil.

“Okay.” You breathe out, swirling your glass and taking a hefty sip. “I’ll play nice. But—the moment he steps on my toes, it’s over.”

“Great, I’ll call him now!” Taeyong claps his hands, needing the greenlight from you in some way, shape, or form.

“Call him?!” You set your drink down and lean forward in panic. “Why?!”

“Haechan is on his way too, stop worrying.” Taeyong waves you off, texting Taeil to ask if he wants to get drinks.

“Why do you even have his number?” You continue to pry, trying to swipe his phone out of his hand to avoid the very idea of Taeil sitting at the table you’ve titled a safe place.

“The guys and I had drinks with him on Wednesday, he invited us.” Taeyong smiles, pressing send on the message and looking at you innocently. “He said he didn’t invite you because you seemed too busy.”

For some reason, you’re offended the offer wasn’t extended to you. It was unprofessional of him to not at least ask if you wanted to come. Then again, you aren’t really being the most professional either.

“Anyway, he’s on his way too.” Taeyong smiles harder when he sees the immediate text reply from Taeil, like he’s won some sort of game as he watches you writhe in the booth across from him. “He’s funny when he drinks, you’ll see.” He assures you this time, reaching over to grab your hand.

“Like hell I will.” You try to block any possibility that you could be friends with this man. You almost want to pull yourself up out of this booth and leave, but unfortunately, you’re a little drunk, and you drove here. Throwing your face in your hands, you do your best not to hate Taeyong in this moment.

“You said you’d play nice.” He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms again. “Besides, it’s not like it’s a date. Haechan and I will be here too.”

It’s a fair point, honestly. You can talk with them while ignoring Taeil the whole time if you wanted to, right?

“What about Doyoung? Is he coming?”

Taeyong laughs and turns his phone to you. “He left me on read, but he would probably come if you asked him to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You tilt your head, wondering if Doyoung does have a little bit of slut in him or something.

“He likes hanging out with you, I think it’s because he likes to argue.” Taeyong shuts down the idea that maybe Doyoung wants to hit it. You go back to mulling over the idea of Taeil being in this booth soon instead of worrying about it.

“I don’t need two people to be mad at tonight.”

“Fair enough, so I guess that means you’re not mad at me?” He asks, calling the waitress over again for a drink. She’s probably getting annoyed in all honesty.

“No.” You say in a huff, dropping your head to the table for a moment before looking back up at him. “You’d better be right about him though because I’m not about to have to deal with him for every single drink night.”

Haechan. Will. Not. Shut. Up. Specifically asking Taeil all sorts of questions with a slur in his voice. Where was he from? Did he like video games? What’s his favorite movie? Does he like to read? All of it, you could care less about it despite learning all sorts of interesting things. Moon man. The moon man who stole your job, his favorite cereal is cheerios? Just boring fucking cheerios? What a loser.

Despite all of this, and despite Taeyong watching you like a hawk, the night continues and it becomes…less stressful you could say. It’s probably the drinks, but maybe Taeil is a little funny. Specifically, in the way he scrunches his nose every time Haechan tries to pry into his intimate life. It’s funny in the way he denies Haechan when you don’t. That man knows practically everything about you, and just the idea that he has all of this shit on you, all of these things he could drunkenly tell the man in front of him, it makes you feel vulnerable. Almost like you want Taeil to share some of his own dirt.

You notice your new boss’s ears become redder and redder, and his smile becomes brighter and brighter. Only just now are you genuinely looking at him, after a full week of avoiding eye contact and not wanting to pick apart his appearance—he’s actually quite good-looking.

His hair is kind of messy, which you do remember that he keeps it perfectly styled at work. You only know this from the amount of times you’ve made faces and given him the finger at the back of his head.

You kind of hate to admit it, but this man doesn’t look like your boss. He doesn’t look like the type to enjoy this kind of work, but there he is, looking so happy that his new team is inviting him to drinks. And here you are, bitch-face central, sulking without even noticing it when he meets your eye.

He doesn’t keep eye contact for long, all he does is smile a little bit wider for you before looking back to deny Haechan another attempt at getting dirt on him. It has to be the drinks. Honestly. You stare down at your empty glass and curse the idea that Taeil is so fucking likable, and deserves all of the hype Taeyong had given to him.

As the hours pass, so do countless drinks. You had counted. Taeil only had three drinks and you can see that he must not do this too often. He’s slurring over such a small amount, laughing with Haechan and nudging Taeyong in his side each time he laughs a little louder. His eyes are so round and open like everything is brand new to him and nothing could put a damper on his day. Not even you.

In your own drunken haze, you realize that this is the first time in an entire week that you’ve felt relief from not getting that promotion. Yes, you wanted it. But you would be lying if you said you were worried about how different it may be, how difficult it may be, and how many different ways you could fail. That wasn’t going to stop you though. You were more worried that if you didn’t get it, someone who didn’t care about this team would. That they would come in and walk all over everyone, that they would belittle and mock you for not being good enough.

That never happened though, and instead, Taeil is sitting here having a hell of a time in your space as if you’d never said all of those mean things to him. He came to this job nervous, and that alone should have told you that he didn’t have the ego to treat you badly.

“Hey—” You hear Taeyong whisper as he gently nudges your foot. “You’re staring.” He mouths out to you with a smirk, glancing between you and Taeil as if it were going to become new and juicy drama for Monday morning.

“I am not.” You mouth back, seething the last word as you nudge him back with a little more force than you intended.

That little nudge caused Taeyong to jolt up, hitting his knee on the table in an awkwardly loud bang. This brings the attention of the two others at the table to Taeyong, and as he smirks, their eyes go to you.

“So, Taeil.” Taeyong brushes it off, as if to save you from the situation. “Are you single?” He asks politely, nudging you again under the table to make sure you were listening.

“Me?” Taeil slurs a bit, pointing to himself. “You’re asking me if I’m single?” He laughs like it’s some sort of joke, and in a way, you hope it is. Because what the fuck is Taeyong doing right now?

The way Taeil responds almost makes it seem like it’s laughable to even have to ask. With a face like that, with a personality like that, everyone should just assume he’s found the love of his life and married her at the ripe age of nineteen or something.

“I am asking, yes.” Taeyong confirms, and Haechan jumps in with his own question. “You got any dogs?”

All three of you look at Haechan with question, and he’s just sitting there with a drunken haze over his eyes like that question was obviously supposed to be the follow-up of whatever Taeyong was asking.

“Okay first of all—” Taeil chuckles out, glancing at you for some reason. Mostly to feel a little more comfortable over the fact that you’re in the same space and you haven’t insulted him yet. He’s sure it’s coming. “And most importantly, yes, I have two dogs.”

Haechan is happy, because he loves dogs. You’re a little happy too because that’s kind of cute. But also, is he single? You’re a little more interested now than you thought you would be.

“And yes, I am single.”

Taeyong claps his hands much like he did when you said you’d play nice. “Perfect!”

“Perfe—what?” Taeil looks over at him in disbelief, because why is it such a good thing that he’s single?

“Oh!” Taeyong panics a little, backtracking on his prying and trying to explain himself. “I mean like, y/n is also single and—”

“No.” You say loud enough for all three of the men to hear, but not loud enough to cause a scene.

“I think Taeyong needs to go to the bathroom.” You add, shoving Haechan to move, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, you end up having to crawl over him to get out of the booth. You’re a little clumsy when you do it, stumbling to your feet and staring at Taeyong as if to brush off the embarrassing maneuver you just had to perform.

“I don’t have to go to the bathro—”

“I think you do.” You almost demand this time and he’s throwing his hands up and ushering for Taeil to move so he can slide out of the booth himself.

For a brief moment, before Taeyong had stood himself up, you noted Taeil standing next to you. He wasn’t looking at you and focusing on the ground probably to keep his stomach in check from standing up so fast, or maybe it was because Taeyong was being a stupid asshole. Regardless, he isn’t super tall which only adds to the fact that this man is unbearably endearing in this drunken moment. Three drinks to get him like this? Even if he didn’t give up any dirt to Haechan, you think this is dirt enough.

And as you practically drag Taeyong to the women’s restroom, for the first time in your career, he looks a little scared of you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask, checking the bathroom to make sure no one is inside.

“Hooking you up?” He laughs. “Obviously you’re into him.”

You turn and glare at him.

“Taeyong. I am just being nice like I said I would be.”

“Be nice? You’re staring a hole through him.” He laughs. “I saw you looking him up and down right before you dragged me into this bathroom, come on.”

“Not only do I not want to do anything past work with Taeil, but it’s literally against the policy!”

Taeyong tilts his head. “Oh yeah.”

“Yeah!” You repeat his words to him for a moment.

“Okay, so that was a bad idea. I’ll fix it.” He tries to apologize in the only way he knows how to, meddling even more. Convincing even more, being a charming asshole that always makes you second guess your own thoughts. “Let’s go back to your house and drink?” He laughs, stumbling a little as he tries to turn away. “It’s Haechan’s turn to pay for the uber anyway.”

You look at him in disbelief of that sudden subject change, and then you feel relief. If you go back to your house to continue drinking, Taeil won’t be invited. You guys can act as if the night is coming to an end, and instead of going your separate ways, only Taeil goes his separate way, right?

“Okay. We can go back to my house, but Taeyong—I swear to god.”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” He mutters as he leans forward for his all too famous drunken Taeyong hugs, and then he whispers quite loudly. “I’m just saying though.”

So, Taeyong is a fucking liar. After explicitly telling him that the only way the party will continue at your house is if Taeil isn’t invited. Well, guess who he fucking invited?

“He looked so sad!” Taeyong whispers to you in his defense as you drag him to your room in anger. The entire uber ride was awkward as hell as you immediately sobered up beside Taeil, who was laughing at memes on his phone and completely unaware of the fact that you hated this.

“You can’t just invite people to my house!” You’re actually, genuinely upset with him over this. He should have been happy enough that you agreed to let him come the first time, but now it’s just annoying.

“You’re seriously having a bad time?” Taeyong looks at you with disappointment. “I’m sorry about the whole asking if he’s single thing. He thought it was a joke! Just have fun, jesus.”

As much as Taeyong does not have a place to tell you what to do in your own home, what’s done is done, and sending your boss home, drunk, in an uber would do nothing but show him how much you dislike him. You’d rather not be that much more obvious about it. And so, with the alcohol in your kitchen surely to be gone by tomorrow, you mentally buckle yourself in for the night that never should have taken place.

Taeil is adorable. Fucking soft, gentle, maybe even delicate. Never would you have admitted this before, but now, as you sit across from him on your living room floor, you cannot fucking help it. Maybe Taeyong was right. Maybe you were staring because despite how much you thought you hated this man, you kind of think he’s a fucking pleasure to be around.

Three in the morning is the perfect time to realize that you were being a bitch. So, there, right in the middle of the 5th drinking game of the night, you pull your eyes away from Taeil for just a moment to look at Taeyong. Of course, his own hooded eyes are looking back at you as if he already knows. He knew he was right, he just needed you to spend a few hours with Taeil to see it yourself. You nod at Taeyong, who continues the game.

“Taeil.” You say his name, wincing at how loud your voice came out. “Come to the kitchen with me to get more drinks?” You ask politely, more quiet this time. He almost instantly stands to his feet to follow you.

The voices from the living room get quieter, almost muffled by either the walls between you now or maybe it’s the ringing in your ears. It feels a little bit intimate being in the kitchen alone with Taeil. He’s the first to break the silence, which you’re thankful for because you almost immediately forgot what you were trying to do in the first place upon being alone with him.

“You’re really drunk.” He laughs out to you as you both struggle to make your way to the fridge. “You’re a lot nicer when you drink too.”

“You’re a lot cuter when I drink.” You say out without thought, slapping your hand over your mouth the moment you processed the words.

“Oh?” Taeil beams, grabbing a bottle from your hand and taking a step back to lean against your counter as if he belonged there. “Only when you drink?”

You look to the floor, avoiding eye contact again.

“I think you’re pretty when I drink too.” He tries to ease the tension that seems to have taken over your body, setting the bottle down beside him. “I never would have imagined drinking with you of all people though.”

“Okay, okay.” You try to shush him when you go to rush out of the room, face feeling warm and stomach bubbling with the large amount of alcohol you’ve already had.

“Hey, wait—” Hey calls out softly, the slur in his voice so obvious that you genuinely hope he doesn’t remember he’s at your house right now. “Y/n, come here.” He says again, pushing himself off of the counter and doing his best to stand up straight.

You stop in your tracks for a moment to turn and look at him. You’re seeing two of everything but him, and it’s a little hard to focus, it’s a little hard to understand what’s happening, all of it is a little hard. You find yourself stepping back towards him.

“Hm? They’re waiting.” You say, pointing your head towards the room where loud laughter can be heard.

“I just needed to say something, I guess—” Taeil says, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been meaning to say it but I’m always too nervous around you.”

That grabs your attention as you go to the side of him and lean yourself now against the counter.

“Well, now is the best time to say it, we can hope we don’t remember any of this tomorrow, right?”

Taeil laughs a small laugh and nods, leaning back again and looking to your ceiling.

“I didn’t know you applied for this position, and when I found out what the company did, I tried to quit.” He admits, glancing around the room. “Taeyong told me not to, and that you’d be okay after some time.”

You stiffen up, freezing in your place and wondering why the fuck Taeyong didn’t let him quit, but then you realize that Taeil kind of. . . is the perfect person for the job. The entire first week, not a single mishap had taken place. Not a single typo in an email, not a single deadline that wasn’t met. He slid into that job much easier than you’d expected for someone who didn’t know a thing about the functions of the company. You hate to say it, but—maybe he deserved this position. Maybe he wasn’t the one who fucked you over.

“I—” You pause. “I was really upset about it.”

“I realized why you didn’t want to talk with me almost immediately after I found out.” He laughs a little. “I think I would have done the same thing if some new, fresh-faced shithead showed up to do my job.”

You kind of laugh with him this time, feeling a little bit weightless in this drunken state, almost hoping you do remember this conversation now. “I just think that maybe we can start over? Even if you didn’t get the job—” He pauses to scrunch his nose, like he did so many times towards Haechan.

“I honestly don’t think I can do it without your help.” He admits, and it’s kind of like music to your ears. Being needed as an employee after slaving away for that company. Being needed and not belittled by the man that was given your promotion.

How could you be mad at him now? Honestly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean.” You admit, looking at the unopen bottle of alcohol. “I really do hope we can move on from this and just. . . be normal at work.”

Taeil finally looks at you, his smile just as bright as before.

“Normal, huh?” He laughs, mocking your word choice a little. “I don’t know how normal I can be with someone who is so. . .” he gestures towards you. “working a few feet away from me.”

You look at him and know now that it’s the alcohol talking. You aren’t sure if that’s an insult or something else, so you press him with a defensive look.

“Someone who is so what? What are you trying to say?” You ask in a tone a bit more serious, and you can practically see the anxiety pour into him.

“No! no, i mean like–” His eyes closed tightly and he sighs. “I just mean like, you’re really pretty. I’m trying to flirt when I shouldn’t, I’m sorry.” He admits, and it looks like he wants to hit himself.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Moon, that I can promise you.”

And then you’re pushing yourself from the counter and walking out of the room, mostly to hide your face because surely he would see the smile that’s plastered itself there. You head straight back to the living room floor where the two, very wasted idiots, are arguing over a rule that you’d settled for them weeks ago. Thankfully, it looks like they don’t notice how wired you are from realizing the fact that your boss is hitting on you despite the amount of insults you’d thrown at him this past week. You feel a little weak.

The following Monday was interesting. The anger you felt towards Taeil turning into something that felt a little more heavy and awkward than you anticipated. You remembered everything the two of you talked about, and you also remembered him fumbling with his phone at five in the morning to get a ride home. For some reason, you were sad that he didn’t crash on the couch like the other two assholes mooching your alcohol.

Taeyong was quick to pry, but Haechan was even quicker. Poor Doyoung, feeling entirely left out and cursing himself for missing the night of drinking. The last thing he expected was to come into work to find you sipping your coffee and quietly speaking with Taeil in your cubical.

For you it felt. . . like constant flirting? As if this wasn’t against policy, and as if Taeil was really walking the line in the corporate world that could easily get him written up. It’s flattering though, that he will find any excuse to come by your desk. He will ask you questions, suggest ideas, ask for feedback, and even bring you a snack or two that he “didn’t feel like eating anymore”.

It was a little bit weird though, finding pleasure in all of this. Wanting to know more about Taeil, wanting to invite him again to the next drinking night, and most of all, learning that he is willing to do just about anything you ask of him. Whether it be to finish a stack of paperwork, or to deal with an angry client for you. He is all too eager to oblige and yeah, you’re taking advantage of it. Only because he seems to genuinely enjoy it though.

In his mind, he thinks he would prefer to see you smile at him rather than insult him and make disappointed faces. He knows it’s not professional to go out with your team and get absolutely plastered, especially considering he only ever really drinks at work events or special occasions. Even then it’s about two drinks and he’s done. But this team? You guys don’t treat him like your boss, you treat him like a friend, a part of the team. Sure, you come to him for the final say in things, you go to him for feedback—but he needs that from all of you as well. Even though he mostly just goes to you for it.

You had told him that flattery wouldn’t get him anywhere, but it seemed to have gotten him far enough already. You’re lighting up when he rounds the corner, your work is being done in a way that makes him want to dote on and on about how you deserved to get this job. It looms over him though, the fact that he was given the position over you, and he understands why there was tension before.

But now? He kind of just—really likes you. He does think you’re pretty, and he thinks you’re funny too. Despite Taeyong’s little joke at the bar, he also wonders if you actually are single. Because if you are, maybe in the future he could ask you for drinks one on one? Maybe you’d accept, and maybe the two of you would have a great time.

But, of course, that’s against policy, and do you want to know what Taeil thinks of that policy? He thinks the CEOS can shove it right up their asses. As if he would respect them past being their employee after this little situation they caused. Selfish, money hungry, they probably hired him because he would accept less money than it would cost to promote you. That makes him frustrated and angry, and because of that, out of spite, he would be more than happy to break some rules with you.

“You? You’re the one suggesting it?” Haehcan laughs as he looks over at Taeyong. “Can you believe this shit?”

Taeyong shakes his head, but smiles.

“Well, if she’s suggesting it, we might as well go.” He laughs. “Doyoung, you gonna come this time?”

Doyoung instantly nods his head in agreement, opening his phone to probably put a note of ‘get drunk’ on his calendar.

“Okay so, my house, right after we clock out?” You confirm, standing from the break room table and going to the door. “I’ll go let him know now if we are all in agreement.”

With three nods, you’re off to Taeil’s office for what felt like the 40th time that day, but his smile is just as bright as it always is when you walk in.

“Mr.Moon, you are required after work for drinks and shenanigans at my place.”

He’s a little shocked, realizing that you and your little group of friends must do this quite often. “Go home and bring pajamas or something, they always crash at my place.” You add, looking him up and down. “You don’t have to, if that’s like, against the rules or something. But the offer is there.”

Taeil is a little more shocked now, realizing he was just invited to the adult version of a sleepover at your place, instantly his cheeks feel a little warm at the invite. He’s a little excited, feeling as though he’s fitting in here better than he ever could imagine, and the fact that you are inviting him to your house to drink with your friends. He feels like he’s won. He repeats the situation in his head a few times, already knowing that he will not pass up this opportunity.

“So—?” You stand there with a cocked brow, waiting for him to answer but he just sits there.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll be there.” He says frantically, waving you off in a way that he probably thinks he looks cool, calm, maybe even collected.

With that, you nod a small victory of getting to see another glimpse of Taeil outside of work, and it makes you laugh a little that he didn’t even correct you on the use of his “professional name”.

It felt like the longest four hours of your life waiting to clock out, wondering if Taeil really would show up with some stupid pair of pajamas to put on so he can crash on your kitchen floor. Thankfully, he wouldn’t feel weird because it’s exactly what the other three guys are going to do as well.

Honestly, if the bosses found out about these drinking nights and sleepovers, surely you’d be labeled the company whore and you’d all be heavily reprimanded for it, but you don’t really care at this point. It’s not like you don’t invite the girls too, it just so happens that they have other things they want to do on Friday nights, and you don’t blame them for it.

Doyoung shows up first, already in his loungewear with a case of beer and a bottle of whiskey. He’s a keeper for sure, the only one who ever actually brings the good alcohol out of politeness. Taeyong shows up second, throwing his bag down on your kitchen floor and immediately going to your bathroom because he ‘didn’t shower at home because he was ready to get fuuuuucked up’. And then, of course, Haechan. As per usual, shows up also in his pajamas with a shower bag, a pillow, and four different airplane bottles of alcohol.

Eventually, Taeil shows up. Taeyong is freshly showered, sitting at your kitchen table and writing down orders for takeout. Doyoung is lounging next to him, shocked to see Taeil walk through the door. He feels a little weird, being seen in his pajamas by his boss, and only just now realizes that he agreed to get utterly wasted with him as well. He instantly fixes his posture to greet Taeil. And of course, Haechan is in the shower, screaming out his order from the wide-open bathroom door because he has no shame.

“Taeil, what do you want to eat from generic restaurant?” You ask, noting that he’s still in his work attire. You wonder for a moment if he plans to sleep over with the others, but the question is answered the moment you see him plop down a bag onto your floor.

Ahh, he’s all in. Nice.

The night continues in a flurry of lighthearted and slightly awkward small talk. Straight through dinner, and onto the first drinking game. Taeyong asks Taeil if he’s going to slip into something more comfortable, which was purposely suggestive. Taeil acted a little nervous about it, rubbing his hands on his slacks and laughing at himself. “I guess I probably should, shouldn’t I?”

Off he went, changing into, surprisingly for some reason, a t-shirt and lounge pants. His hair moistened slightly at the front from where he must have thrown some water on his face while he was in the bathroom. You think he looks good like this, he looks comfortable, he looks like your friend and not your boss.

Now, as the four of you are all jammied up with random alcohol bottles surrounding you, the game starts, and the drinks begin to flow.

Only a mere hour in and you can tell the vibe of the room is what you always hoped it would be. Happy. The room was lively with the playlist being controlled by none other than Taeyong. Haechan is being his normal, tipsy self in this moment, and only just now is Doyoung relaxing around Taeil.

It’s kind of soft in the way this man makes everyone love him. It’s just as scary as it is soft though, as you look at him more and more with each drink of your failed attempt with the game at hand.

Kings was a bore, the game dragging on, but the drunker you got, the more fun the night became. Leaning against your friends in a way that shows you’re feeling on top of the world. You’re shameless when you glance at Taeil, even more shameless when he’s already looking at you, and you end up making all sorts of flirty facial expressions back at him.

Once that game ends and Haechan steals control of the playlist, never have I ever becomes a game of realization, Taeil somehow finding himself next to you the moment Taeyong free’d up his seat as he rushes to the bathroom.

He felt warm next to you, his laugh a little louder now that he isn’t across from you, and it vibrates throughout your body much like the music does. From his silent, soft chuckles at Haechan’s digs at Doyoung, to the guttural laughs at the genuinely funny things that happen. You find yourself drawn in more and more to him, with his soft shirt drooping against his collar bone, and his socked feet kicking out from time to time when he starts to laugh again.

You wonder if the whole reason this night feels like this is because of Taeil. Even Doyoung has gotten comfortable to the point to get a little spicy with the game, and once Taeyong is back and makes a point to stare at his seat on the floor that had been stolen by the thief of the group, all he does is smile.

“What’s the question?” He pipes up as he plops down next to Haechan this time.

“Never have I ever gagged when giving head.” Doyoung laughs, avoiding his drink like the plague because he has definitely never gagged, in fact, he’s probably the best at giving head.

Every single person aside from him drinks though, and for some reason, you’re a little shocked that Taeil has been intimate with another person. Maybe it makes you a little insecure, brain trailing off to thoughts of him going down on you and the horror of the possibility of him gagging.

“Mr. Moon!” Haechan laughs with a shout. “Really? You gagged?”

Taeil doesn’t even look at you, he simply laughs, covering his mouth with his hand to try and block the loudness of it. “Well, yeah. It was the first time I did it!”

“That’s fair. I gagged the first time too,” Taeyong offers, “you kinda get used to the taste, don’t you?”

A circle of nods, and Doyoung, drunk and proud still not sipping from his cup. “I always liked the taste.” He states as if he were king of the castle.

“Good for you—” You laugh. “but that question wasn’t fair and you know it. I obviously have gagged while doing it.” You shorten your laugh to a seethe, glaring at Doyoung.

“Okay whatever, my turn!” Haechan pipes up, side-eying you. “Never have I ever fantasied about a co-worker.”

Clearly, against the rules of the game, Haechan is actually the first to drink. “I actually have, but the question still stands.”

There’s a bit of awkward silence before Taeyong takes a drink, and then Doyoung. There’s no shame in it, right? You take a drink, having been guilty of this very thing just moments before. And now the three of you look to Taeil, and his eyes are glancing at all of you before he shrugs and takes a drink.

“Who?” Doyoung asks, with his newfound persona of not being a stiff stick in the mud.

Taeil goes a little red in the cheeks, glancing at you without really realizing it before trying to stutter out an answer.

“Oh—” Taeyong interrupts him. “I see what’s happening here.” He points between the two of you.

“It’s not like that!” Taeil panics, throwing his hands up and avoiding eye contact with you.

“You’re blushing though.” Haechan pries, smiling over at his boss.

“Only because it’s an intimate question!” Taeil defends again, finally glancing over to you.

“Well, I’ve fantasized about y/n. I don’t see the big deal.” Haechan continues. “She rejected me though and now look at us, two peas in a pod.” He throws himself towards you, trying to grasp you into a hug, and Taeil watches as you fight him off with a laugh.

You kind of go warm at the reminder though, remembering the time Haechan told you about the dream he had, asking if you’d be down for a casual hook-up. You considered it, you really did. Unfortunately, you were kind of in the middle of training and focusing on other things, so the answer was a no and it never really came up again, nor did it cause any awkwardness.

“Wait—” Taeil looks at Haechan, and then over to you.

“I told him no, don’t worry.” You say as a joke, realizing very quickly that it seemed to genuinely calm him down, despite already being told by Haechan that you rejected him.

“So, who is it then?” You continue, looking at him.

“Maybe ask again after a couple more drinks.” He quickly responds, as if to brush it all off.

Part of you wonders if it’s one of the girls on your team. The one who always watches when Taeil is at your cubicle, the one who is always bringing him coffee.

“Alright, jot that down,” Taeyong says, moving forward. “Never have I ever listened in on sex with my parents.”

Taeyong doesn’t drink, but Haechan sure as fuck does, and so does Doyoung.

You and Taeil are safe from that question though, finding the very idea of listening to that—um—gross.

“Easy enough. Taeil, go.” Taeyong urges as all eyes fall to Teail.

“Ah—well.” Taeil stretches out his arms and shakes his bottle, here goes nothing he guesses. The alcohol is making this far easier than he’s comfortable with, kind of wishing he had just told you about his deep thoughts involving you from the question few moments before. He played it off as if he wasn’t drunk enough, but he definitely is. It was too intimate though, it was for you to know, not for the rest of the guys playing this game. The word ‘fantasize’ obviously points to a sexual situation, and that’s not something he really wants to just admit like that in front of your friends if it involves you.

He takes a deep breath, opting to be a little bit scandalous, but more so that he can try and admit his feelings in some way, shape, or form while he’s got the confidence to do it. “Never have I ever considered cutting myself off from drinking in the middle of a game so that I can be sober when I try to kiss a woman in her own house.”

The room is silent for a short moment as everyone tries to process his words. Taeil slowly lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a small sip.

“Oh.” Doyoung breathes, looking between the two of you.

You’re just staring at Taeil, watching him take the smallest of sips before setting his bottle down and looking at you. “Your turn.”

“Never have I ever wanted someone to be sober during a drinking game.” You say, and surprisingly, everyone drinks.

You’re still tipsy, opting to take drinks of water rather than alcohol during these games that become more and more boring by the second. Taeil seems to have been quick to sober up, checking in on you every few minutes to see if you need a snack, more water, more—something.

The only thing you want right now is to see what the hell he meant by that, and where the hell he got the confidence to announce it so suddenly in front of everyone.

Thankfully, the guys seemed to have forgotten as they continued their drinking. Taeyong is plastered, refusing to speak in anything but a British accent as he asks his questions, Doyoung is equally as wasted as he gets more and more lively with each sip that is over his usual limit. Haechan is still controlling the music, having gone from r&b to some loud-ass techno-pop song that he keeps restarting.

Though you’re tipsy, you can tell you’ve come down a lot. Enough, rather. You could definitely do whatever you’d need to do right now in this state.

“Taeil.” You whisper out to him, too quiet for the other goons to hear you. “I’m sober enough.”

He looks at you and smiles softly with a shake of his head. “Drink more water.” He urges, handing you the glass.

“Come get some more with me then.” You retort, standing to your feet without stumbling once. You could definitely pass a sobriety test right now.

Taeyong looks at you and watches the way Taeil stands to his feet and follows after you into the kitchen. He nudges Haechan, who then nudges Doyoung, and the three of them watch you two walk off to be alone.

“Did you really mean that?” You ask as soon as you’re out of earshot. “Or was it the alcohol talking?”

Taeil gets a bit shy now, scratching at his hair and going for your fridge to fill your cup with more water. He feels kind of dumb for being that bold during a drinking game, worrying now that he’s hit a point of no return and things will be awkward. He just makes it worse though, because you’re looking up at him like you…want him to admit to meaning every word that he said.

“I’ve been thinking about it since the last time I was here.” He admits, grabbing the water container and setting it on the counter. “But I’ve only been invited when you’re drinking—”

“You can kiss me if I’m drunk. I consent.” You say frantically, looking at him.

He’s shocked by that. The ease of your voice in how to admit that you would have accepted a kiss from him. Even with the rocky start, he thinks he may have grown on you much like how you’ve grown on him. It was quick, but he knows not to ignore a pull in his heart when he feels a connection with someone, especially if it’s romantic. You didn’t even think twice when you said that to him, and he’s in awe at the confidence you must have inside of you to be so blatantly interested like this when he struggles himself to flirt without stuttering.

“I mean, I could, but I’d like it a lot if you were able to tell me that while you’re actually sober.” He laughs, trying to calm the nerves from the presumed admittance to being just as interested in him as he is with you.

“I’m sober.” You say back, motioning towards yourself.

“Yeah?” He asks, finally taking a step closer.

It feels intimate at this moment, watching the way he studies your face to see if you’re lying. “So, I can kiss you then? Right now?”

You forget to nod, still looking up at him.

“Even if I’m your boss? Even though they gave me the position you worked so hard for?” He asks again, and this time you do nod. All hateful or frustrated emotions towards him drain at the way his eyes glisten in your shitty kitchen lighting, and the way he’s still softly smiling as he looks at you through what you can only assume is nervousness.

“Well?” You question, standing in front of him with still a bit too much space to close if he were to kiss you. “How many times are you going to have me confirm it for you?”

“Until I feel like I can.” He sighs out, having choked himself up in this moment and unable to take another step forward. “Because I do want to, i’m just–”

“Nervous?” You laugh, looking around your kitchen.

“Yeah–” He pauses, backing himself up in order to lean against the counter, in the same spot he had done the previous night he had drinks here. “I must look stupid right now, trying to sober you up to do something I probably can’t even bring myself to do.”

You stay silent, realizing that you’ve definitely sobered up and you’re a little sad that he hasn’t stepped up and just done it already, but you have permission right? You could easily close the distance for him and initiate and kiss, right? Would he kiss back? You find yourself wondering how it would feel to kiss him. Likewise, you find yourself laughing internally a bit at the fact that your own boss cannot make a decision without your approval.

Hyping yourself up a bit, your eyes land on him. You take him in for a moment and try to memorize what Taeil looks like the moment before you take the leap. To memorize him because you want to see how he will change after. Not that you’re expecting some life-altering kiss or anything, you just want to see if he becomes relaxed, comfortable, maybe even clingy?

You close the distance for him, and he looks as if he’s still in thought like he may still want to say something but can’t bring himself to say it. He attempts to back himself up a bit more against the counter but there was nowhere else for him to go. Instead, he leans his upper body back, watching as you lean more and more towards him. It’s like he’s forcing you to chase without realizing it, and it takes him a few moments. You can tell. You can see him wet his lips with his tongue, and you watch as his eyes go from wide open to lazily hooded.

“Still nervous?” You ask as a joke, but he takes it far too seriously with the nod he throws back at you.

He grips the edge of the counter in preparation, feeling the sweet, soft, feeling of your alcoholic breath hit him against his chin. His eyes close and he just waits for it, still incredibly nervous but so entirely on fire for such a small intimate moment with you.

You close the distance, plush lips sitting against his only for a moment as if to test the waters. You ignore the sound of the water in the cup being knocked over as one of his hands immediately shoots to your cheek. He notices though and pulls back with a very fast ‘im sorry- i’m so sor–’, but you lean forward again, chasing wherever his lips had gone to say those words to you.

Cleaning up the water was the last thing on your mind, Taeil was the first. His nervousness didn’t stifle nearly as much as you’d like for it to during this small act, and he still hasn’t even tried to lift his hand back up to your face. So you decide that you’re just going to have to guide him, show him that it’s okay to kiss you in whatever way he pleases, because you’re definitely going to do the same.

He’s gripping the counter again, focusing on where his lips meet yours, and then he feels the wetness of your tongue attempting to deepen the kiss. That, for some reason, floored him. He’s kissed before, he’s made out, he’s done countless things with women, but never have they been the one pinning him against a counter to do it. Your softness matched his own, but your willingness to take the control had him feeling as though he could melt into a puddle, much like the water still dripping onto your floor.

He finally accepts it. Accepts that this is what you both want, and he parts his lips. Only now does he have the confidence to take control from you, like he is giving you a chance to enjoy it. As if showing you that he isn’t so bad at kissing after all, at least when he isn’t being a nervous wreck about it.

Taeil puts a bit of force behind his kiss, leaning into you more than the counter now. His lips are chasing, pulling you back in with ease during this silent moment. His hands now unlocked from the counter-tops and reaching back to your cheeks, tilting your head so that he can angle his lips and dart his tongue across yours in a moment that slightly heats up his gut. He’s feeling a little bubbly on the inside, in the way you slip your fingers through his hair and kiss him back eagerly, and he wants nothing more than what you’re doing in this moment.

He doesn’t need more of you, he doesn’t need your clothes to be off or for your legs to be around him. Feeling you at all, your lips against his as you scratch against his hair, tilting your head just to slot your lips in different ways–that’s enough for him.

And then it’s over, and maybe he does actually want a little more. The cool air hitting the wetness against his lips from the way you pull back to look at him makes him shiver a bit despite the warmth he has all over his body.

You look different to him right now. You don’t look as if you ever disliked him, and you’re studying his face in a way that he can tell you’re looking for his approval. You’re silently urging him for a green light and hoping that this was really okay to do. Despite the policies and the red flags of having feelings for your own boss, he images you have a lot of thoughts in your head now when he wishes the only thought was of kissing him again.

He leans forward, trying to re-capture your lips against his own but fails when you pull back.

“Taeil, the guys are going to start wondering why it’s taking so long–” You go to say, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again and damn the men in your living room to a closet for the night to sleep.

“I think they’re aware.” He laughs, leaning back and trying not to calculate the distance between your bodies now. “I think they’re more aware than we were.” He sighs this time, comfortable in this space and shifting his feet.

The water from the spill seeping into his socks was a crawling feeling, and he tries not to make a face, he really does. He pulls his foot back and pretends it’s not soaking wet, still looking at you as if there were more to say in this conversation.

“I think–” You go to say, fully aware that he just put his foot directly into the puddle of water. “I think I should clean this up.”

For some reason, the way he kissed you has you feeling nervous now. The switch in mood hits you in a way that scares you. Do you want him to have bad thoughts about you? Of course, but only specific bad thoughts. You don’t want him to think you’re easy. Or someone who would hit it and quit it. You hang out with a group of men for Christ's sake, is he going to assume you’ve done this with others in the office outside of him? What if he thinks you’re attempting to fuck your way to the top?

All of these thoughts swirl in your head when you turn to grab a hand towel, and they swirl a little slower when you squat down beside him and begin to wipe up the mess. For a moment you glance at his body, noticing the bulge in his lounge pants that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself yet.

You take a deep breath, prying your eyes from his middle and forcing them back down to the puddle you’d somehow missed completely. You were wiping up a dry floor while staring at his. . .

Anyway, you finally get the water seeped into the towel and almost can’t bare to look up at him, but you do anyway, feeling a little shameful of what’s going through your brain right now.

He’s already looking down at you, forgetting himself that he probably should have helped you wipe that up, but he was kind of watching the way your eyes literally devoured him for a solid three seconds and it drove him into a mind state of staying absolutely frozen as he tries to either further the situation or run for the hills.

“Do you, um–” He tries to say, but his voice cracks in an embarrassing way that has him shifting legs and leaning a little more stiffly. “want to maybe…keep going?”

You’re still at hip level to him, squatted in the floor when he asks you and you wonder if maybe, his initiation of this could clear you of any bad thoughts. You hadn’t initiated the kiss until he expressed to wanting it. The only thing you’ve done was invite him to a night out to unwind. If he asks to keep going, it would mean you weren’t trying to use him for promotions or like you’re the type to throw yourself at any cock that comes through the door, right?

You stand to your feet, looking at him.

“Do you want to?” You ask, looking at him and trying to ignore the fact that his bulge is still there, very much visible in those pants.

He nods and looks around the room. “But the guys–”

“Don’t worry about them.” You assure him, stepping towards him. “I do want to keep going, I just–” You look down at his obviously wet sock, but you don’t laugh. “I don’t want you to think this kind of thing is normal for me.”

He nods again, like anything you say to him would be agreeable regardless. Then it dawns on him. “Oh-” His realization shows plainly on his face. “God no. I didn’t think that for even a second.”

You smile at him and honestly, it’s like his heart is beaming at that. He can see the relief on your face, and he hopes it never goes away.

“That never even crossed my mind–” He continues, droning on and spilling his thoughts as they come to him. “I just haven’t really had a crush like this in a long time and it’s really hard to act like I’m not interested.”

You smile wider, poking your own foot into his, feeling how uncomfortable he must be standing here like this.

“I haven’t had much time for crushes either if I’m being straight with you.” You admit. “I do really want to keep going though…” You trail off this time, the room going silent and your lips start tingling with the urge to jump him right then and there.

You do lean in, but you can tell he has something else to say.

“Right here?” He laughs, unsure if he’s admitting to just how far he’s wanting to go, but he does think you are meeting him in the middle when it comes to this situation.

You both are adults after all, ‘keep going’ for two adults with interest usually means a lot more compared to high schoolers who have only held hands. There isn’t a clear indication of a stopping point, and you don’t know if there will be one. Because if the two of you are truly on the same page, you think the same idea is crossing your minds.

“Oh, right.” You finally say, pulling yourself back and looking at his feet one last time. “You should probably change your socks, by the way.” You laugh out as you turn to walk out of the room to deal with the heavily drunk businessmen in your living room.

The three men in the living room were heavily invested when you told them that you were going to bed. Not because you were going to sleep or anything, mostly because they watched Taeil follow after you and close the door.

They looked at each other, looked at the door, and decided that this situation was much better than it would have been if you were to continue disliking Taeil. Whatever you did in your own home was your business, and whatever you did in your own room with their boss was definitely not their business.

Knowing they’d still pry it out of one of you, Doyoung passed out shortly after that door was closed, clutching a couch pillow in his hands and doing his best to ride the roller coaster that went on behind his eyes. Taeyong and Haechan stayed up a bit longer, sipping water and gossiping about what you guys must have done in that kitchen while getting water. Thoughts of the questions from the game, the way Taeil pulled up quickly without warning, and the way you sobered yourself up just to see if he keeps that energy. They enjoyed the gossip because it wasn’t exactly drama, and if it stayed between the people in this house, everything should go by smoothly.

You, however, you’re absolutely fucking floored by Taeil. The very idea of him being sexual in any way kind of has your brain twisting and turning with all sorts of images that you want to grasp as if it were a core memory.

When he had followed you through the door, closing it gently and standing there as if he had no idea what to do, you were also at a loss. So, now here you are, giving him a tour of the small bedroom so that he doesn’t somehow get lost in it.

“Here’s my closet, the tv, my bed…” You drone on, walking around the room and presenting each section as if he should be taking notes.

Taeil looks around, endeared by how lived in the room looks. He felt comfortable behind this closed door with you, looking to your tv for just an extra bit of comfort considering on the other side of that door are three other men who you have to see every single weekday. He isn’t so sure if he could survive the embarrassment of them hearing whatever ends up happening in this room.

“Can we turn on the tv?” Taeil asks, slowly stepping further into the room and heading towards your bed.

“You…want to watch tv?”

There’s a split moment where you realize that you are not picking up a single hint of what he’s putting down for you. Of course he doesn’t want to watch tv. “Oh–” You immediately sigh out, grabbing the remote and putting on something completely at random. You can see him smile at it, placing himself on your bed.

“Is it okay if I sit?” He asks, like he’s not in this room to do god knows what with you.

“You can lay down if you want.” It comes out like a mutter, wanting the awkward transition from talking to kissing to be over with. “Why don’t we just pick up where we left off?”

Taeil rubs his hands against his lounge pants, sitting stiffly in place on the edge of the bed, but he nods his head as if he’s waiting for you to repeat what you had done in the kitchen. He can’t help it, being surrounded by everything that is you on a night where he never would have expected this to happen is creating a fog wall that feels near impenetrable.

To his relief, you do exactly what he needs in this moment. Crawling onto the bed behind him and pulling his shirt so that he falls back onto his back. He hits the mattress with a huff, but he smiles nonetheless and stares up at you. “Yeah?” You whisper out, wanting to get on with it still so that he can realize that he’s making this far too awkward for himself.

“Yeah—” He confirms with a small chuckle, still staring up at you as if you were the only woman he had ever found interest in.

It’s slow when you lean down to press a quick kiss to his lips, knowing full well that the small action would relax him enough to move on his own. It’s a little faster when you lay yourself down as if you’re going to sleep now, head against the pillows and eyes drooped a bit. “C’mere.” You say sweetly, beckoning him with a finger when he skews his to watch you.

He does as you ask, languidly sitting upright and scooting to your side. Taeil looks down at you, and the way your eyes meet his own in a way that shows him you want him to kiss you this time. So he does, forcing himself to just stop thinking so damn hard and give you what you seem to want.

Leaning down, Taeil is careful not to place his elbow against your hair as to pull it, and he gently sets his lips against yours as he adjusts his body to lay next to you. He turns your face along with his movements, keeping his lips connected until he’s comfortable enough to hold your jaw in place.

He deepens the kiss this time, his mind overflowing with the idea of how pretty you looked the day he introduced himself, and how sweet you had become towards him. He’s in your home, kissing you and feeling as if he could do it forever.

Slipping his tongue against yours felt even better than it did in your kitchen, nothing holding him back but his own fondness of not wanting this moment to end. You’d kissed him back just as gently, but it wasn’t long before he could feel your eagerness spilling through by your breathing alone.

You were kissing him as deeply as you could in the position you were, neck-straining just to press your lips harder against him, in a bruising way almost. Taeil smiled at that, his lips upturned as he pulled himself back for a breath and for a moment to look at you.

He could tell by the look in your eye that this was going to be more than just kissing each other and testing the water, but he was enjoying this languid way of showing his own need. He dips back down to kiss you again, just as deep before and becomes a little shocked at the way you immediately tug against his shirt.

You’re pulling, trying to get him on top of you. Even if it goes no further than this, you want his weight on top of you, holding onto you, weighing you down against this mattress so you don’t have to think of why it’s wrong to be doing this.

Taeil listens after a few more tugs, allowing your hands to guide him by the collar of his shirt. You knew full well that forcing him to hover half of his body over you would become uncomfortable at some point, and he would slot himself between your legs. He did that almost immediately though, already pressing his palm hard against the pillow you’re lying against for balance and pulling away from the kiss so that he can slot his knee between your thighs.

He lets out a small breath when he does it, looking at you in a way you’d never seen before. His pupils look bigger, hair a fluffy mess on top of his head. He looks more than a friend, more than a boss, he looks like someone you’d prefer to have on top of you several more times if he would allow it.

The soft features on his face are standing out more when you see him from this angle, and you don’t hesitate for a moment to reach up and guide his lips right back to yours. You’re thinking about how his body will start to react, how his lips may begin to move faster until he’s out of breath.

You don’t mind becoming needy, you really don’t. He doesn’t seem to mind so much either when you pull one of his hands from your waist and guide it beneath your shirt. It almost surprises you at how experienced he must be at this, expertly kneading and pinching as he kisses you without a single stutter of his tongue. It was insanely hot to you now, to see him like this after only knowing of his nervous professional self.

That nervous man who kept bringing you snacks, the one who stepped in a puddle of water from a cup he spilled. He’s the one using his fingers to do so little, but make it feel so good. He’s the one who appears to makeout with such experience that you believe it should be the first mention on his resume under the skills section. And he only gets better at it. The kissing becomes mindless as the mere squeezes against your nipple have you nearly coming undone beneath him.

You urge for more, grabbing the hand that’s still expertly rubbing your flesh and pushing it down. Once again guiding him. Taeil is fully aware of what you’re wanting, and is relishing in the idea of how you’re putting him in the exact situation he wants to be in.

You’re not exactly afraid to show him what you want, and you can tell he knows what he’s doing when he stays in one spot for too long. However, he nearly knocks the breath out of you, to the point to where you miss his little sighed out laugh when he slides that same hand beneath your lounge pants far quicker than your hand was guiding him.

Taeil was thinking a little too hard at this point, pulling back from your lips even more just so he could see the lump of his hand beneath your pants making it’s way. The warmth of your thighs against his palm and the way you attempt to squeeze his hand despite his knee preventing you from doing it? Perfect. His eyes slowly trail back up to yours, your stomach slightly exposed from what his hand had been doing previous.

Looking at you, he settles himself back to your side and keeps his arm outstretched so that he can continue to feel beneath your pants. Be begins to examine the way your chest rises and falls when he drags his hands closer and closer to the puddle against your panties. When he does finally get to that spot, you watch as his eyes shoot straight to your face and it’s almost as if he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

He doesn’t take his time to take your pants or panties off, and instead opts to rub that wet spot harshly, thumb finding it’s way to your clit as he dips right back into your lips to kiss you. If he’s being completely honest here, you looked so pretty already, but feeling that warmth, and the wetness he had caused you paired with your eyes looking back at him, almost as if you were patiently waiting for him to do more? It kind of threw him off of his game.

He felt starved, despite having only met you two weeks ago. His harsh rubs against your core is causing you to gasp only slightly into his mouth, bucking your own hips up in order to somehow feel more and more of it. Taeil isn’t trying at all to take his time now, he, more easily than he thought he could, hooks your panties in his fingers and pulls them to the side, kissing you harder now that he realizes he’s literally about to finger fuck you in a way you’d never think he could.

He positions himself yet again, unable to find a position that most satisfies him. He looks down at you when he sits up and finally, and fully positions himself in a way that allows him to take off your pants. He’s fluid when he does it, slipping his hand out of your pants only to pull them down along with your panties in one switch motion. You shiver at the air hitting you, but soon he was spreading your legs further apart as he kicked his own pants off of him. Before you even let him look at you, you’re tugging his shirt, urging him to just go ahead and get the rest taken care of.

He follows suit, throwing his shirt off of him so quickly that by the time you’d pulled yours off, he was already staring down between your legs in a way that made you feel like he really wanted this. When he suggested doing more earlier, he really meant more.

You can see his chest heaving, and though his underwear is still on, to your dismay, you don’t argue it. Preparing your body instead for what’s to come, you watch him do what he’s apparently best at. His hand works itself in the same way it did when your pants were on. He rubs against your folds, staring at it all the while, and then he tests the waters, slipping in the tip of his finger and finally meeting your face again.

Your pupils are blown now too, as if they weren’t already and when he sinks that same finger further in, you can see his cock move beneath his boxers. It’s hitting you now, your gut dropping at the feeling of any part of Taeil working you open.

As much as you want to kiss him while he does this, all you can do is watch the way his other hand works it’s way right back up to your chest, twisting and pulling the long forgotten nub and sending electric shocks straight down to where his finger slowly begins to fuck into you.

He keeps glancing from his finger disappearing inside of you to your face, searching for a reaction, searching for the need or lust or whatever it is you may want from him. It comes far too soon when you buck your hips up against his finger, murmuring out a small ‘another’.

Taeil complies, slipping in another finger and settling himself in a way to where he can lean back over you to kiss you. His lips moved much faster this time, and you can feel him slightly grind his cock against his own wrist while he plunges his fingers into you. It’s a different kind of want, you think. He wants to please you above all, and it appears it’s always been that way from the start.

“Feel good?” Taeil asks for confirmation when he pulls back from the messy kiss, grinding himself a bit harder against his wrist, you can feel his fingers sink deeper into you from it.

You gasp out at him, not answering but instead lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck so tightly, that you don’t think he could move if he wanted to. You kiss him, and you kiss and kiss and kiss until his fingers are utterly soaked as they work you open.

Forgetting where you were for a moment there, you finally loosen your grip on him, dropping your arms to cover your face as you allow yourself to just feel it. He takes that opportunity to pull back again, watching how you glisten around his fingers. It feels almost unbearable to him, his cock practically begging to be put to use at this point. He doesn’t need anything more than you being wrapped around it.

Blow jobs and hand jobs are great and all, but you look so. . . ready.

“Can I?” He suddenly asks, pulling you from the sparking thoughts of how his fingers were working magic inside of you, and it kind of shocks you a bit at the sudden words in the room. When you open your eyes to look at him, you can see his arm flexing as his fingers begin to slow their pace, his other hand pressed firmly around his cock that he had presumably pulled out as you were too busy feeling.

You just stare at it, realizing that you are seeing him in the most intimate way you could possibly see a person and you couldn’t even consider asking for more. His heavy cock long neglected since that first moment you’d noticed the slight bulge in the kitchen. Taeil can have whatever he wants. He can do whatever he wants.

You swallow thickly at him, spreading your legs just a bit more to give him the okay, and he doesn’t even question it.

Taeil pulls his fingers out of you but keeps one pressed firmly against your clit. He isn’t rubbing, nor is he drawing shapes against it in order to get you to finally moan or anything. He’s just resting it there, like a thumb tack in a to-do list to remind him that he’s going to make you cum around him.

You’re anticipating it at this point. Watching his hand disappear between your bodies as you can feel the tip rest against your folds at his positioning of it, and then his hand is up and in your hair. You can barely register what he’s doing when you feel it. One long, fluid thrust into you so that he bottoms out in one go. He was holding his breath when he did it, releasing it only after he had rested his abdomen against your belly and looked at you.

It was a shaky breath, and his right hand continued to tangle itself in your hair. He watched your eyes roll back, and he loved it. Loved the way your mouth fell open and loved, even more, the way you still tilted your head into the touch of his fingers brushing through the strands.

He allows himself to sit there for a moment, feeling the way you clenched around him, adjusting to the pleasure of having someone inside of you. He can barely hold himself together though, doing his best not to pull out and thrust himself back in with all of his force. You looked so desirable under him, legs resting around him, and taking him as if you were built to do it.

You looked even prettier when you opened your eyes, staring at him with a blown-out look that told him right then and there that he was making you feel good. Only now did he start to move his thumb against your clit, you’d almost forgotten it was there to be honest. Only now do you understand that this man knows exactly how to fuck a woman. His thumb is gentle against your sensitive bud, but his hips tell a different story when he stutters a half thrust into you. Pulling back only partly before pushing back in.

Tight, short thrusts pulse through your body and it feels amazing because at no point are you not filled up. All you can feel is sensational pressure against your walls, around your clit, and your legs begin to shake to your own surprise. You look up at him, noticing how in the moment he is when you realize his eyes are closed and he’s got his head thrown back, exposing the expanse of his neck to you.

You could probably cry over how much you’d love to lean up and lick a stripe across that skin, but in the position you’re in, you can’t bring yourself to move.

His thrusts become a bit lazier after a few moments, you could tell when his fingers fall from your hair and find themselves pressed against your thigh in order to hold your leg further open for him. You can feel him pull almost all the way out this time before pushing back in, and it grants him the moan he had been waiting for.

Both of you had been holding your breath as much as you could, and when you finally allowed yourself to breathe, so did he. He urged himself to keep doing that, hitting you with long and deep thrusts in order to pull more of those sounds from your throat. His groans coming along side your own, because the way your body reacts makes him feel good. When your legs shake, when you try to grasp him, pulling and pushing against his back with your hands as if to make him sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust–the way it sounds. Wet, slapping of skin in a room where he’d forgotten the tv was even on.

His moans went straight through you, the deep and breathy sounds of him each time he presses into you. It’s driving you insane.

“You sound so, so pretty right now–” He manages to mutter out, almost sending you over the edge by hearing his out-of-breath voice alone, but it’s the fact that he’s now focusing more on your clit than the pace of his cock driving into you.

He’s tracing hearts, squares, fucking pentagrams for all you care. All you know is that no man has ever hit your clit so right. You can feel your skin crawl with the prickling feeling of an orgasm each time his thrusts hit you deep, paired with his own deep and guttural moans, and you don’t even care at this point.

Taeil can see it. He can see your orgasm coming the moment he looks at you. You’re very quietly muttering to yourself rather than him. Small yesses, and even smaller pleases. He wishes you were saying it to him, but for reason, he thinks it's prettier than you’re singing little mantras to yourself because of what he’s doing. He uses those small, hushed cries to get you through it. Still circling your clit, he finally pulls his other hand from your thigh and tucks it beneath your ass, changing the angle just enough to where the tip of his cock is repeatedly hitting a soft spot inside of you.

Your eyes shoot open, and your grip on him becomes that much stronger. You pull him down, forcing him back into his quick, tight thrusts as he struggles to keep that same pressure against your clit. He’s almost worried now, wondering why he’s suddenly face to face with you until he feels you clench so tightly around him.

The wave of tension on your muscles almost too much to bare paired with his fingers against you, all you can do is hold him in place. You feel so entirely sensitive in this moment that all you can do is hold him there. Begging for him not to move, to keep still as your pussy practically milks him dry all on its own.

His mouth goes slack at the very image of you orgasming around him. The feeling is enough to put a smile on his face for weeks to come, but the image and the suffocating grip you have on him is insanely hot, and he can’t do it. The one thing he can’t do for you is to stay still. You let out a whimper when his hips and moans overpower your own, thrusting at a pace quicker than he had reached before.

Taeil can still feel you clench around him, small beads of your heat dribbling out with each powerful thrust into you.

“Just a little longer–” He manages to mutter out to you, shushing you as he pulls both of his hands to your face and holds you there, staring straight into your eyes when he does it. “A little more,” He pants out, resting his lips against your own as he frantically works himself up. His hips are losing any sort of rhythm, and the sensitivity is almost unbearable before, suddenly, his weight is gone and he’s leaned back, pulling himself out of you.

“Where?” He asks, fisting his cock at an aggressive pace, out of breathe and looking at you.

You are equally out of breath and wincing a bit from the sudden emptiness, but you still smile at the responsible man before you. Not only had you not used a condom, but he doesn’t even know if you’re on the pill or not. A gold star for Mr.Moon. As he waits for your answer, you just stare at the way he works his hand against his length. You can see his abdomen tense as you finally, innocently, look up at him.

You throw yourself forward and nearly knock him back, but he keeps his balance as he watches you. He’s completely thrown off guard for only a moment before he feels his cock enveloped with warmth again. Unable to contain it, he does his best not to treat your mouth the way he does his hand, only slowly pressing himself further and further to the back of your throat until you choke just a tiny bit around him. He didn’t intend for that to happen, he really really didn’t, but when he tries to pull back, you hold him there.

He can’t even look down at you to see how you’re taking it before he’s, quite literally, grasping your hair with shaking hands and cumming with a very deep, drawn out moan.

“No woman has ever let me finish in their mouth before.” Taeil says nonchalantly, lying next to you and lazily watching the random show you had thrown onto the tv before. “No woman has ever acted like that with me, actually.”

You look over at him in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be joking?” You laugh a little because, really? No one but you? The man is not only handsome as all hell, but he knew how to work his body inside of someone and for some reason, you think he’s fucking lying.

He looks comfortable, he looks spent, and it’s far too late into the night to defend this conversation, but you don’t really care about that much.

“I’m being serious–” Taeil admits, looking over at you with a face that seems to be trying to convince you. He really is being serious, no one has ever seemed to have wanted him that much. Maybe it’s just his non-existant ego getting a boost, he’s not sure.

And if you still don’t believe him tomorrow, or the next day, or the next week. He doesn’t mind. The reality is that regardless of if any other woman has acted that way towards him, he’s really just trying to tell you that he liked the way you seemed to want him.

note: i was gonna do a little more for the ending, one where the guys are prying and it’s a normal day at work, except now you’ve felt ur boss’s cock in u. But nah, this is supposed to be a damn blurb u guys, i got carried the fuck away.

#nct-writers #taeil smut #nct smut #nct127 smut #moon taeil fic #nct fic

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nizhspo · 1 year

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photo credit: @briichz

genre: nct fluff, fake-dating, fwb

pairing: co-worker!hyuck x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, smut mentioned

summary: in which you and fwb!donghyuck are a little too close in the office, leading your co-workers (namely johnny) to think you’re dating at the office christmas party.

a/n: i’ve been rlly busy w/ school work but the christmas spirit has given me a bunch of new ideas so i’m def interested in making a spin-off of this prompt someday? and other holiday stories to come??? <3

“…and for my favorite award of the night,” johnny smiles cheekily, his face flushed from his several cups of doyoung’s famous eggnog recipe as he sways further into an equally flushed taeyong. “drumroll, please…”

johnny’s face is giddy as he watches the office erupt into rumbling, a chorus of whoops, bells, and laughter filling the conference room so loudly that you can’t help but join in, rapping your fists against the table.

“i present the mistletoe award to my favorite office couple— one, because they’re effing adorable, and two, because unlike a certain couple—” he turns to glare at winter and karina, “i’ve never caught them making out in the break room. so ladies and gentlemen, give it up for donghyuck and y/n!”

oh.

oh shit.

you and hyuck aren’t a couple. at least, not in the traditional way, that is.

i mean, sure, you’ve fucked in the janitorial closet a couple of times, and you’ve counted the number of moles on his body so many times you know the number by heart— but that wasn’t in a boyfriend way.

it was just in a donghyuck way.

in a friends-with-benefits way.

right?

but you can’t explain that to your co-workers, not when yangyang is drunk and teary-eyed about how you “never tell him anything,” or how ningning is exchanging cheers with chenle because she won their bet on you two.

and certainly not when taeyong is handing you the mic with his happy little drunk boba eyes.

but you’re also not a liar.

so when you two meet in the middle of the stage, your mind is made up, and you’re sure hyuck would agree.

“thank you for this award.. coworkers.” you grimace a little, vaguely aware of the mistletoe that johnny is beginning to hang above you two. “but me and hyuck aren’t dating, we’re—“

“actually engaged!” donghyuck interrupts, reaching over with one hand to grab the microphone as he squeezes you in the other, his hand resting tightly on your waist.

“me and y/n are recently engaged! and we are so, so, happy to accept this extra week of paid-time-off to further explore—“ his grip tightens on your waist, “our relationship as a young couple.” he nods with mock earnesty, making sure to throw a smile your way before handing johnny the microphone.

“wow, get a load of these two, everyone!“ he laughs heartily from his spot on the ladder above you two as he gestures towards the mistletoe. he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to know what he’s referencing.

and sure, you’ve kissed donghyuck dozens of times— but not like this. never in front of people (especially not your co-workers), and certainly not as as a y/n and donghyuck, the newly engaged couple.

but then hyuck leans in, his hand still firmly on your waist as he whispers in your ear, “are you gonna accept your award, y/n?”

hell yeah you are.

and without thinking, you lean in, too.

and for a split second, you feel nothing but him. his hair in your hands, his lips on yours, the cotton of his stupid light-up sweatshirt, and his hands gripping your waist.

oh, and don’t forget the whoops of your co-workers.

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yutahoes · 2 years

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Four Brothers and a Wedding (?)

image is from Pinterest, sorry I had to crop Taeil out. 😭

inspired by the Filipino movie ‘Four Sisters and a Wedding’ and for @hiraya-m network event, Movie night.

characters: younger sister! female! office worker! fiancée! Y/N, fiancé! CEO! Yuta Nakamoto, older brother! CEO! Johnny Seo, older brother! doctor! Kim Doyoung, older brother! news anchor! Jung Jaehyun, older brother! mechanical engineer! Kim Jungwoo, idol! ex-boyfriend Lee Taeyong, OC! Risa, OC! Yuri, Mom word count: 14k words genre: fluff, angst, domestic au, platonic love, 3rd person POV, an attempt on humor summary: The youngest and the only sister in the family is getting married. The brothers, as protective as they are, had to stop this crazy wedding to happen. warnings: a lot of crying, protective brothers, Jaehyun being a playboy, mentions of death, family drama, octopus, kidnapping

a/n: Posting this a day early because I have work early tomorrow and I don’t know how queuing works. 😭 Also, please don’t expect too much. I kinda hate the ending of this. Feedbacks are highly welcomed. Please enjoy reading. 😁

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I. Sister

"Y/N is getting married?" Johnny shouted on the phone, making his co-workers look at him in question. "What do you mean our youngest sister is getting married?" He asked quietly then mouthed an apology to his co-workers inside the conference room.

Doyoung sighed, "Did she and Taeyong get back together?"

"I sincerely hope it was Taeyong." Jaehyun claimed while chuckling nervously, "The new guy isn't even as handsome as Lee Taeyong. He looks like an octopus." He continued while doodling on the cue sheet.

Johnny dismissed the meeting, asking everyone to leave the room then sat on his chair slumping. "What do you mean new guy? When did she start dating a new guy?"

"Didn't you read the email I sent you, hyung?" Jungwoo asked with a roll of eyes. "It was six months ago when she transferred to a different company and started dating the company CEO," he explained then transferred the phone to the other ear as he pulled the yellow plug and replaced it with a red plug which earned a sound. Jungwoo pulled the plug quickly as Jaehyun complained that it was too loud. "Yuta isn't bad. Mom actually likes him."

"Mom likes everyone." the second brother whispered, bowing at the nurses who passed by him in the hallway.

"You've met him?" the eldest asked. Both Jaehyun and Jungwoo hummed as an answer. "Six months? Why are they rushing? Is she pregnant?"

"I don't think our sister is like that," Doyoung reasoned out. "But why exactly are they rushing?"

"She says it's true love," Jungwoo explained and Jaehyun made a gagging sound on the other line. "Anyway, mom wants you home."

The third brother hissed. "Even me? But Y/N's wedding is still three months from now."

"Yes hyung." Jungwoo said quietly, "It's mom's 70th birthday, she wanted to have a grand party. And I think she wants us to stay until Y/N's wedding."

Doyoung sighed, "I can't assure you that I'll come home but I'll try." Johnny seconded the motion that made Jungwoo hiss.

"Hyungs, please just do this for mom and Y/N."

—---

The second brother is the one easily swayed by what the youngest brother pleaded. So even if he had all the responsibilities in the hospital in Morocco, he took a four-month leave to be with his family. Doyoung kept on repeating that it was worth it since he hasn’t been home since he went to the foreign country seven years ago. He missed his mom, missed his only sister, and even his brothers.

A lot has changed. The airport isn’t the same as when he left and the air was a little stuffy. Even Jungwoo and Jaehyun changed a lot. How did his youngest brother become taller than the two older than him? What didn’t change is his cheerful aura and Jaehyun’s cold look. “Did you have a nice flight hyung?” Jungwoo asked and Doyoung nodded.

“Does mom know I’m coming home?” Jaehyun was the one who shook his head. “How about Y/N?”

The third brother took his luggage, “She’s busy with her boyfriend.” Then shook his head, “Her fiancé, rather.”

Doyoung sighed. “Are you sure Y/N isn’t pregnant?”

Surprisingly, their house didn’t change. It’s still the same as before. His mom also didn’t change although she looks thinner since the last time he saw her. The older even cried when she saw Doyoung, making Jaehyun complain that she wasn’t like that when he came home. “Because you just live a city away, hyung.” Jungwoo claimed while helping him carry Doyoung’s luggage inside the house.

If there is something that entirely changed, that would be Y/N. Doyoung was surprised when the teenager who cried a lot when he left looked so grown up in her blazer and pencil skirt. She ran to his arms, repeatedly asking if it really is him. That didn’t change, though. She’s still the sweet, youngest sister. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re coming?” She asked with a wide smile on his face.

“Surprise?” he said with his gummy smile and she giggled, whispering that she missed him so much. “And a little birdie told me that you are getting married.” The younger girl stared at him with a nervous look, “We’ll talk about it when hyung gets home.”

“Johnny oppa is also coming home?” Even their mom looked surprised. It was Jungwoo who nodded, sharing that Johnny is on his connecting flight heading home.

Unlike Doyoung’s homecoming, Johnny’s includes everyone in the family. Jungwoo was still surprised at how they all fit the family minivan that they bought a year ago. It was comical how their mom kept on clinging to their oldest brother when it’s only been three years since they last saw Johnny. The eldest kept on holding Y/N’s shoulder like the usual protective brother he is.

And now that the four of them are home, surely the talk about Y/N’s marriage will happen.

It was dinnertime. Their mom asked a lot of things about the two elders’ work abroad while the three younger just remained quiet. “I can’t believe the five of you are complete like this.” Their mom said emotionally, “I can die right now.”

“Mom, if you die now the money spent on your party will go to waste,” Jaehyun claimed which made the youngest of the family giggle. "Do you know how much your gown costs?"

Their mom hissed at the middle child before the youngest spoke up, “And you still have to walk me to the altar, mom.”

“So it is true that you are getting married?” Johnny asked in his booming voice. The youngest just nodded, not even fazed at the older’s tone. “Why are you rushing to get married, Y/N?”

“Are you pregnant?” The girl had to pointedly look at her second oldest brother, “I’m not.” she claimed before turning to Johnny. “And I love him so why can’t we get married?”

“Princess, it’s only been six months since you started dating the guy,” Jaehyun claimed and Jungwoo nodded. The girl had to glare at him for the nickname and was about to speak up when Doyoung calmly asked, “You dated Taeyong for years and even broke up with him. Why is this guy any different?” Y/N hissed, blowing air in obvious frustration.

Johnny nodded before speaking up, “And he’s not even as handsome as Taeyong.” Y/N stared at him, offended, but the older only gestured at Jaehyun saying that it was him who said those words. “Why do you want to marry him, Y/N?”

“Can we just let Y/N with her decision?” their mom said which made the five look at her. “Why are you so against of your sister’s marriage?”

The oldest had to sigh heavily, “Mom, isn’t it weird that the youngest of the five of us and the only daughter gets married first?”

“Your sister is in a relationship. Who among the four of you is dating someone?” Jungwoo had to look at Jaehyun with a light snicker. “She’s a grown-up, she can make her own decisions now. If Y/N wanted to marry her boyfriend, we should let her.”

“Even if it means seeing her get hurt?” Doyoung asked which made the two younger guys look at him.

“That is part of the process.” She exclaimed, “We cannot keep your sister in our care forever.” Jungwoo nodded. Maybe because he always sees her but he knew how much his sister had changed. His mom’s words made sense. She’s not the same teenage girl they used to worry a lot about. “And I think you should fix this and talk to her.” The oldest gestured to the end of the table where their sister was sitting earlier. When did she get up? They were just talking about her.

Their mom was right, no one could fix this but the four of them.

The only daughter was seated on the bench, facing their mother’s mini garden, with a pissed-off look on her face. Jungwoo handed her a small plate of the chocolate cake she loves while Jaehyun sat beside her. “I’m sorry, princess.” Johnny started, “We are just worried that you might get hurt.”

She put down the plate between her and Jaehyun. “I know,” she started with a heavy sigh. “But oppa, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean we cannot protect you. Kid or not, you’re still our younger sister.” Doyoung claimed, hands crossed against his chest while leaning on the lamppost nearby that illuminates the small light on them. “We prayed hard for you, we can’t just let you be hurt.”

“Why would you think that I would get hurt?” She pointedly looked at the four older guys surrounding her. “Yuta is a nice guy. He respects my boundaries…” She turned to the second brother, “So no, Doyoung oppa, I’m not pregnant.” She then looked at Johnny, “He makes me laugh and he comforts me a lot.” Then shook her head before picking up her plate of cake, “He even included me in his future dreams.” she mentioned quietly before taking a forkful of cake.

Doyoung was about to say something when Jungwoo shook his head at the older, “Jungwoo oppa, you met him right? Can you just tell them that Yuta is a nice person?”

“Jaehyun also met him.” The youngest of the boys said, pointing at the guy seated beside her. But Y/N only glared at her third brother. “I know he’s not as handsome as Taeyong but do you remember that Yong chose to be an idol over me?” Y/N said as a matter of fact then took another bite of her cake. “Why would I settle for a handsome guy who would hurt me in the end?”

“Exactly. Why date a not-so-handsome guy who will hurt you in the end?” The eldest whispered.

Y/N put down her plate once again, “Why are you so sure that Yuta would hurt me?”

“Because all guys are like that.” It was Jaehyun’s turn to speak.

“Are the four of you like that?” The youngest asked while staring pointedly at the four. She gave a sigh knowing that she wouldn’t get an answer then stood up. “I’ll invite Yuta to mom’s party. Can you just please get to know him first?”

Doyoung stepped forward, “What if we don’t like him?”

“Then I’ll do everything to convince you to like him.” Once again, she looked at the four guys who remained quiet. “Are we good with that?” They all nodded in answer. “I appreciate your concern oppas. But please, give Yuta a chance.”

The four only nodded with a heavy sigh as she started hugging them one by one, thanking them. When she excused herself to go inside, the four only watched her retreating figure heading inside the house. “So I think that was it. She’s still getting married whether we like it or not.” Jungwoo claimed.

Doyoung sat beside Jaehyun on the bench with a heavy groan. “No.” The three looked at him in surprise. “I still think there’s something wrong with that guy. Why ask a girl for marriage if you only dated for six months?” Johnny nodded, he has a point. But what do you expect from the smartest person in the family? “We might not cancel the wedding but we can postpone it.”

“Postpone? How?” The guy beside him asked and Doyoung smirked, “By showing Y/N what she will lose if she marries that guy.”

"Her virginity?" Jaehyun asked, which made the closer brother reach for his neck to choke him.

II. Plan # 1

Their mom’s birthday is the largest party that their family hosted. Having five children, all working individuals, had been an instrument in making it possible. Y/N is the main person in charge of almost everything, Jungwoo on catering, Jaehyun on technical, Doyoung agreed to be the host of the party, while Johnny helped by being the main source of funding.

Doyoung saw his sister waiting in the lobby of the hotel just as a black Rolls Royce was parked in front of the hotel. The girl was smiling widely, greeting the person who casually entered the hotel holding a gift bag. Is that Yuta? Well, he’s not that bad. If possible, he kind of looks like Taeyong. The guy smiled at Y/N and then gave her a quick kiss on the lips which made the older brother cough to attract their attention.

“Oppa,” Y/N called, turning to him. “This is Yuta Nakamoto.” She introduced. Oh, he’s Japanese. She missed that detail when she shared about him, the youngest brother didn’t even supply that information. Doesn’t Jungwoo know? “This is my second brother, Doyoung.”

The other guy lent a hand to shake which Doyoung took. “It was nice to meet you. Y/N had shared so much about you.” He wanted to say the same thing but he couldn't. He doesn't even know anything about the guy. Just the fact that he's marrying his sister.

The older brother just stared at his sister with a knowing glare on his face and she grinned playfully, “Why are you outside? Are you waiting for someone?” Funny, she would ask that.

The older nodded, smiling widely back at her. A red Ferrari parked in front of the hotel, “He’s here.” Doyoung saw how his sister’s expression changed when Lee Taeyong went out of the car and greeted him. “Long time no see, Yong.” It was awkward when he greeted Y/N and she didn’t take a second to introduce her fiancé who claimed to be a huge fan of the idol.

It was awkward in the elevator. Y/N is still holding Yuta’s arm talking about the diamond earring he got for their mom. “I told you not to buy her anything,” But the guy shook his head, saying that he’ll feel bad coming to the party without bringing anything. “Besides, I want to show my gratitude for the woman who brought you to this world." Doyoung watched as the Japanese guy held his sister's cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. "You’re the best thing that happened to me, Y/N.”

Doyoung mentally puked. She fell for these words? There’s clearly something wrong that happened to his sister during the years he’s not around.

All throughout the party, Y/N didn’t leave Yuta’s side. She introduced her to their relatives who gushed at how thoughtful he was for giving the birthday celebrant a diamond earring which their mom kept on boasting the whole night. A brownie point for Yuta which annoyed Doyoung.

“I was looking forward to your plan thinking that you’re the smart one,” Jaehyun started, drinking his wine. “Hyung you’re not the brightest, aren’t you?” The older glared.

Johnny nodded, gesturing for Taeyong who was just talking to some of the younger cousins who were a fan of him. “When you said showing Y/N what she will lose, I didn’t expect Taeyong. Have you forgotten that he was the reason why Y/N and Yuta met?”

The youngest of the four sighed, “Can’t we just accept Yuta? He’s not that bad, to be honest.” He gestured at their sister and her fiancé talking by the bar. The happiness on the young girl’s face can be seen as she kept on laughing along with Yuta. “And she looks really happy with him.”

“No, my plan isn’t over yet.” Doyoung claimed as he made his way to Taeyong, leaving the three shaking their heads. They were just surprised when he made his way to the couple. They watched as he talked to Yuta and then led the path to where the buffet was. Once alone, Taeyong walked to where Y/N is which made Johnny shake his head, “God, Doyoung is stupid.”

Jungwoo immediately came to where Yuta and Doyoung were. “Hey!” he greeted casually and Yuta gave him a wide smile, “The seafood chowder is good, isn’t it?”

The Japanese guy nodded, “Y/N loves the chowder." And Doyoung interjected that it was her favorite food, the reason why that meal was on the menu. “She does love to cook seafood chowder a lot.” Jungwoo looked offended. She had never cooked for them before.

Yuta had to turn his head to where his fiancée was, lightly glancing, then smiled to himself when he took some shrimps. “Thank you for taking me away for a while, Doyoung. She doesn’t want me to leave her side.” Doyoung glanced at the surprised Jungwoo. “But it’s better for them to have closure.” He claimed while peeling the jumbo shrimps.

“You knew?” The oldest of the two brothers asked and Yuta smiled, nodding. “She was crying on the rooftop of the office while watching Taeyong’s music video once. I thought she’s a fan but she shared that they used to be together.” Yuta had a fond smile on his face as if relieving that memory. “That was the moment I was sure that I’ll always choose Y/N over anything else.”

Yuta wasn’t so bad. That simple sentence made Doyoung believe that he really loves his sister. The sincerity in his words and the way he said her name made him second guess the guy. And Yuta peeled the shrimps for her, aware that it was one of the things his sister hated. Maybe the youngest is right, they are in love.

There's no point in stopping their wedding now.

“We need to stop the wedding!” Jaehyun announced when he came home in the afternoon, which made Doyoung whip his head at the younger guy. “Yuta has a skeleton in his closet.”

A skeleton? He's a murderer?

III. Plan # 2

Jaehyun was in his usual coffee run after delivering the morning news for a local channel. Being an in-demand news anchor is a tiring job. He hated to get up in the morning, especially if he stayed the night in their house, but he had to. Luckily, there isn’t a lot going on at home, and he stayed in his penthouse in the city's heart. It’s also his chance to get his favorite coffee before hitting the gym.

The cashier was all smiles at him as he flashed his dimpled smile, leaning closer to whisper his order which made the other girl giggle while writing his requests. “I’ll go make your order, Jae.”

“Don’t forget to write your number on the cup, sweet cheeks.” He said with a wink that earned a giggle from the girl. He checked his phone, surprised that there was a call from a well-known supermodel. Jaehyun smirked, when can she realize that he's not going to pick up after they spend one night together? Is she that desperate?

A sudden ring of the coffee shop door caught his attention. He watched a gorgeous-looking woman coming in with a young child beside her then shook his head. Too bad. She's hot but she looks like she’s already married. Maybe he’ll just continue flirting with the barista.

There was another ring of the door then a child's voice shouting ‘Daddy!’ that he didn’t bother. He only heard their conversations while staring at the different syrups on the counter. “Thank you for doing this, Yuta.” He stopped, ears perking up at the name. Did he hear it correctly? Yuta? The same name as his sister's fiancé?

Hastily, he turned around to the source of the voice to see the person he met twice already. Yuta Nakamoto. Indeed, his sister’s fiancé. That octopus. Seated in front of the gorgeous woman and carrying the younger girl in his lap. Jaehyun took his phone out and snapped a photo just as he heard the kid call the man ‘daddy’. He’s married? A wife and a daughter. Does his sister know?

“Iced Americano for…” He hushed the barista and told her that he’ll call her before briskly going out of the coffee shop and into his car. He made a second look at the man seen from outside the shop.

Doyoung was right. There’s something weird about this Yuta Nakamoto.

“Are you sure, hyung?” Jungwoo asked, looking at the picture from his phone once again. “Shouldn’t we inform Y/N first?”

“Then what? Let that guy fool our sister again?” Jaehyun asked, fist clenched in anger. “We have to make sure that Y/N is the one who will catch that octopus in the act.”

Doyoung crossed his arms, leaning on his chair. “How are we going to do that? Remember that she hasn’t spoken to us ever since mom’s party.”

“It’s not our fault,” Johnny whispered casually, typing on his laptop. “It was you who invited her ex-boyfriend.”

The second brother rolled his eyes, hissing at that. “But hyungs, if Yuta is really married this is a different issue.” The youngest claimed and they nodded, “Maybe we should just tell Y/N directly.”

“Tell me what?” The girl asked, removing her shoes and putting down her bag in the hallways of their house. “What’s with the meeting?” Jaehyun was quick to take his phone, hiding it in his pocket. "What are the four of you doing?" She asked while coming to the dining area where they were, taking some chips that were placed on the table.

"Charades!" Jaehyun claimed then stood up flailing his arms in a wave-like motion. "Guess what I am."

The girl laughed, "A squid?" He shook his head. "An octopus?" Jaehyun laughed while shaking his head. She looked confused, "What's that?"

"Yuta." The three said in unison and Jaehyun laughed. Y/N only stared curiously and it was Doyoung who answered, "Because he kept coming back to that takoyaki dish during mom's birthday." Even Jungwoo nodded at that, hiding a smile.

"You should do that as a theme," Jaehyun suggested. "The theme, under the sea!" Jungwoo exclaimed with a lot of animation in his voice. She looked at them curiously before Johnny spoke up, "Because you both love seafood and there are lots of fishes in the ocean, Y/N."

She shook her head, sighing. "Do you still not like him?" She stood up between Jungwoo and Doyoung's chairs. “Oppas, you already met him. How can I convince you to like him?” The oldest just sighed and she pointedly looked at Doyoung, “So please don’t pull some plan to break us up. I love him.”

The four just gave a knowing look at each other before she reached out for the coffee cup on the table. “Jaehyun oppa, another number? You should stop collecting numbers that you wouldn’t even call.” She claimed then put down the coffee cup, “You should date for real. A lot of girls would swoon at the sight of you.”

Like a lightbulb moment, Jaehyun smiled. “Then will you help me if I ask someone out for a date?” He claimed and the youngest nodded, suggesting to have a double date with Yuta if it pushes through. “Of course. I would very much like that.”

Her mood got brighter and excused herself to get dressed from her work clothes. Jaehyun took out his phone then slipped it to the youngest brother, “You’re good at computers. Find out who the girl is.”

Jungwoo shook his head. He is a mechanical engineer, not an FBI agent.

—-----

Johnny always thought that his younger brothers were crazy. In the family, Doyoung is the smartest one, then Y/N. Maybe he’s next. But he didn’t expect Jungwoo to be a genius in all the technology stuff. Although his course doesn’t specifically deal with computers, he still managed to get the name of the girl in the picture. It was also surprising that he found out where she lives and where she goes to work. Maybe Jungwoo is the family's hidden genius.

While Jaehyun ranked last in the brain category, he topped the category when it comes to looks among the brothers. He’s always the prince in the school play, the school heartthrob that girls would fawn over. When he decided to take up broadcasting in college, their mom didn't even argue. They knew he'll eventually take that path, becoming a celebrity and appearing on television. So the oldest wasn’t surprised when his plan included seducing the girl with his looks.

What he's worried about is the fact that she's supposedly married. Isn't Jaehyun doing something illegal? But then if they proved that Yuta is indeed married, his sin is a bigger crime. So maybe this is alright. For the sake of their sister.

In a pretense to research for his upcoming news assignment, Jaehyun went to the one place that he loathed his whole life. But this is all for his sister. They found out that Yuta’s wife was working in a library so with all his charm and dimpled smile, he planned to work his way to get a date with the assistant librarian. A typical bump into her and help her with the fallen books. And when he saw her gasp, after smiling at her with that charming dimpled smile of his, he knew this is an easy task.

Doyoung only shook his head while watching his younger brother kneeling in front of the girl in the picture he showed them. Apparently, this is Yuta’s wife. His skeleton in the closet. They conversed a little after helping her with the books before he asked for the girl’s phone and typed something on it. “Wow,” Jungwoo whispered, “He gave his number, not the other way around.” Well, Doyoung had to admit that Jaehyun knew his game.

They weren’t sure how Jaehyun's plans would expose the cheater that is Yuta Nakamoto but the three have no other choice but to trust the news anchor’s plan.

Unlike the three who were home during nighttime, Jaehyun kept on staying in his apartment most of the time. The brothers weren’t sure about the progress of Jaehyun’s plan until one weekend when Y/N asked permission to go on a date with Yuta. “They were highschool sweethearts and she got pregnant in college with her boyfriend.” Jaehyun shared, seated in the dining area opposite their eldest brother.

“Which is Yuta right?” Johnny asked. “Then they’re not married?” Jaehyun shook his head. Doyoung sighed, “Then there’s nothing that we can do.”

Jaehyun smiled, “Married or not, he’s still a father. Do you think our sister would like to be a stepmother all of a sudden?” That makes sense, Johnny thought. “I still want to expose his cheating octopus ass to Y/N.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt Y/N?” Jungwoo asked then looked up to see the three looking at him. “Shouldn’t we just let her know the truth and let her deal with it herself?”

“We’re her brothers. It’s our job to protect her so we cannot let her deal with this herself.” Johnny claimed that made the third brother nod enthusiastically. “So Jaehyun, do what you intend to do. Just let us know if you need our help.”

The mentioned guy smiled, “I do need your help.” Jungwoo breathed hard, staring at the three. This will just end with bad news.

—-----

It was new that Jaehyun is the one who asked their mom to eat out and he even chose an expensive restaurant in the heart of the city. He specifically said that everyone should be there since he is introducing his current girlfriend. Everyone, even his sister's fiancé.

"He really planned for them to meet like this?" Jungwoo asked, whispering to Doyoung. Their mom was in front, holding Johnny's arm. "In front of mom?" The second brother lightly glanced at the couple behind them, talking to themselves. "But Johnny said to trust Jaehyun this time." The doctor claimed with a shrug.

Jungwoo shook his head with a sigh. He was right, this will only result in bad news. The third brother greeted them and offered the six people their seats. "Why are there two seats left?" Y/N asked as Yuta helped with her chair.

"My girlfriend and her daughter." Their mom looked surprised and commented on how mature it is for Jaehyun to date a single mom. Jungwoo saw how his sister lightly glanced at Yuta, the other tapping her hand above the table. It was an ominous feeling. This will surely end in bad news.

They engaged in small talks, their mom thanking Yuta for coming even if it was a sudden notice and he gracefully answered that he was thankful to be invited to a family dinner with them. Jaehyun visibly scoffed, which made Johnny kick him from under the table.

"Oh, she's here," Jaehyun said then waved at someone. Jungwoo had to glance at Y/N and Yuta who both turned around to look at the girl approaching. The silence was broken when the younger girl in pigtails shouted, "Daddy, you're also here!"

So this is how it will all turn out?

"Y/N mommy, you also." The younger girl claimed that made the guys on the table wide-eyed. The kid knew their sister? And Y/N mommy?

"You know each other?" Doyoung asked and the three other guys had to look at him.

Their mom broke the silence by asking what was going on. "This is Yuri, Yuta's daughter with Risa." Y/N introduced then glared at Jaehyun, "I didn't know Yuta's ex-girlfriend is your current girlfriend." The way she said those words were too cold. So cold that it made Jungwoo shiver. "What a small world, oppa."

She is mad.

Maybe Jungwoo knew her so much that he just remained quiet the whole dinner. Their mom had always been graceful while talking to Risa, Yuta, and even the enthusiastic Yuri. When it was time to go, Yuta volunteered to drive his ex-girlfriend home and Y/N just nodded without a word.

The moment their family arrived at their house, with a super awkward car ride home, their mom excused herself to go to bed first. Jungwoo thought it was already done but Y/N had to send him a message saying that they should meet in the dining room.

It was a nostalgic experience. Doyoung still remembers how the five of them usually had these meetings when they were young. Whenever they were planning a father's day gift for their late dad or creating a mother's day card for their mom. The last time they did this was when Doyoung shared that he's moving abroad for his job.

He clearly remembered how Y/N was crying at that time. The same girl that has her arms crossed across her chest and glaring at the four of them. "The four of you planned this, didn't you?" It was an accusation they cannot refute. They did. But they never expected these results. "Why? To embarrass Yuta in front of mom?"

Johnny gave a heavy sigh, "A guy with a child? Seriously, Y/N?"

"Since when did you find out about his daughter?" The second brother asked.

"From the start," she claimed with a smile. "I think it was the reason why I fell for him." Jaehyun groaned in annoyance and she glared. "You have no idea about anything so please just stop."

Jungwoo leaned on his chair, "Is there anything that we should know about Yuta?" Y/N rolled her eyes at the older, obviously pissed off at this point. "Y/N, you're marrying him. He's going to be our younger brother. I think we should start knowing things about him." Jaehyun had to nod.

Y/N breathed heavily, "He can handle alcohol well. He never smokes." She started narrating then smiled naughtily. "He has piercings in his ears and a piercing in his navel. Also, a tattoo on his waist and hip."

"Wait, how did you know that?" Jaehyun asked and she only smiled knowingly. "Yah! Y/N!"

She frowned, putting her hands together above the table. "And Yuri isn't his daughter." A gasp can be heard but she isn't sure where it came from. "Risa isn't her mother either. Yuri was Risa's younger sister." She confessed quietly. "Yuta and Risa were high school sweethearts. Her mom remarried when they were together and had Yuri. When they broke up, her parents died in a car crash and she asked for help from Yuta." A sigh escaped her lips, "Yuri just grew up thinking Risa is her mom and Yuta is her dad."

The girl stared at her news anchor brother, "So I hope you're serious about Risa. She doesn't deserve to get hurt again." Then stared at the other three. "And I hope you can stop all these plans to stop our marriage because whatever happens, I will marry Yuta."

She stood up, her chair dragging a loud sound. "It was a nice talk. Goodnight oppas." But before she could leave the dining room, she stopped and turned to them. "He's also not your younger brother, Jungwoo oppa. He's the same age as Johnny oppa." Doyoung looked shocked.

They watched her back walking up the stairs. Collective sighs and shaking of head can be heard and seen. Well, there's nothing they can do now.

Their younger sister is getting married. Whether they like it or not.

IV. Plan success?

"Yuri behave yourself and don't cause Y/N trouble, hmm?" The younger girl nodded enthusiastically. "Daddy will be back real quick."

He stood up, dusting his jeans in the process. "I'm sorry if this is a huge trouble," Yuta started but Y/N shook her head smiling at the younger girl holding her teddy elephant. "When I get back, we'll focus on planning our wedding."

The girl had to grin. "Don't worry too much, Yuta. Just focus on what you have to do right now. Good luck on your business deal." He pulled her closer for a hug, brushing her hair with his fingers. "I'm going to miss you," he whispered and she giggled, claiming that he'll only be gone for a week.

It was an inevitable business trip. A client he had been chasing for years because of the generous offer in the tech world. It was his chance since he just found out that he was in Japan. A great chance to talk him into investing in his own business. Yuta isn't new to Japan but he's nervous about meeting the chief executive. With all the effort he can muster, he took the chance to present their latest product to the huge company. His make or break. This will determine the future of his company. His future with Y/N.

The first time Yuta saw her, he knew he wanted to spend the remaining days of his life with her. It was weird how he felt that. Maybe that was what they meant when they said about koi no yokan. She was his solace, the person he could come to when everything gets tough for him. The main reason why even if it’s already late at night in his place, he was still on the phone with her. “It’s Jungwoo oppa’s day off tomorrow so we might bring Yuri to the mall.” Yuta was just smiling while she shared things about Yuri’s antics at their home and how her mom loves the younger girl.

It was one of the things he found admirable about her. When she first met Yuri, a month after being officially together, they instantly clicked. She didn't even ask for details about Yuri, it just naturally flowed and he was thankful that she understood their little set-up. She even helped the little girl grow closer to him. It was the deciding factor. The moment he knew that he'd risk everything for Y/N.

A beep can be heard from his phone and he excused to check who it was, surprised that it was the assistant of the businessman he just presented to. "I'll call you back. Hopefully, this is good news," he said giddily. She smiled while muttering good luck and that she'll wait for his call. "When the proposal gets accepted, let's get married when I get home."

Y/N giggled on the phone, "I hope you get the deal, love."

Excitedly, he took the call but the serious male voice only shared that their company cannot accept the deal from Yuta's company since they already had a supplier. He tried to negotiate through it. He had waited long for this opportunity, he cannot give up yet. But the other just said that the company from Chicago has a better presentation than him.

Yuta was devastated when he hung up the call. This is his chance. He cannot come back from a failed mission. Using his laptop, he searched for the rival Chicago company which boasts an international roster of clients. It is a huge company, no doubt. But what startled him is a familiar face among the executives. Y/N's eldest brother, Johnny.

On his way back, he kept on thinking that it was a coincidence. They may be after the same client but this is too obvious to be a coincidence. He was fully aware of how her brothers don't like him, all their judging looks, and their plans to embarrass him. Yuta understood it. If Risa were to marry a guy she just met for six months, he'll react the same way. But he wanted to prove that he can be there for Y/N always, that he loves their sister.

Yet they never listened to him.

And now, he just felt insecure and incompetent compared to her successful brothers. Will they even like him? Probably not, never. And he'll remain inferior to them. How can he even give the bright future to Y/N when he cannot even secure a business deal? That her brother's company is better than his. How can he even show them that he loves their sister when they clearly favor her ex-boyfriend? How can he even prove his love when they're after all his every move and just waiting for him to slip up?

Maybe her brothers are right, Y/N is a far-flung dream. A dream he cannot keep even if he had already reached for it.

Y/N was so surprised when Yuta asked where they were and he came to the same shop in the mall. "When did you get back?" she asked, hugging him tight. Yuta saw how her older brother, Jungwoo, smiled timidly at him. He obviously doesn't like him.

He had to explain that the negotiation failed and he came back as soon as possible, even whispering that he missed her. Again, the other guy's reaction showed his clear distaste towards him, as what he expected. Yuri was ecstatic seeing him that he had to carry her while they stroll around the mall.

Jungwoo felt left out. He was supposed to hang out with his sister but now, he looks like a third wheel since they look like a small family. She looks happy, even blending in with Yuta and Yuri. Like a puzzle piece that completes the whole picture. Honestly, they look good together.

Yuta was attentive to the two girls even if he was a little wary of him, making Jungwoo wonder. Does Yuta not like him? Why is he so awkward? "Daddy, I want the Barbie shoes!" Yuri complained, pointing at the white rubber shoes that light up and even have wheels under them. Of course, it's a child's favorite. Jungwoo remembered how he and Y/N begged their mom to buy them those same shoes when they were young. Those rubber shoes with wheels that is super famous when they were kids. But it was their parents and two older brothers who kept on saying that it would be dangerous. Yuta explained that it wasn't the shoes she needed for school but the younger one was insisting on getting those shoes. "Mommy," she called, reaching for Y/N. "I want those shoes."

The older girl kneeled down and put the black shoes on the younger, "I'll buy you those shoes if you wear this in school."

"Y/N, don't."

The kneeling girl smiled, "It's fine. I'll just borrow money from Jungwoo oppa and pay him later." she claimed then faced the younger girl who stopped crying, "Let's go get that shoes, Yuri."

"Y/N!" Yuta shouted which made her flinch. Everyone in the shop stared at them like it was a scene from a drama. "I said don't. Stop spoiling, Yuri." Y/N was about to say something when he brushed his fingers on his hair and released an exasperated sigh. "You are my fiancée, not her mother. Stop making my daughter grow used to you."

"Yuta, I know how it feels to want something and not get it." She said calmly, walking to where Yuta is. "I'm sorry if I'm overstepping my boundaries. I just want Yuri to like me." Y/N reached a hand to hold Yuta's but he swat it away, startling her. "Yuta, you're just sensitive from the flight and the company…"

"No, Y/N, I'm not." He said quietly then lightly glanced at Jungwoo. "Your brothers are right, this wouldn't work out." She looked startled at the sentence and even Jungwoo flinched at what he claimed, "Let's stop this, Y/N."

The girl had to silently call his name, eyes begging not to do this here. "Let's go, Yuri." The child was crying but Yuta was already dragging her outside the shop. Jungwoo stepped forward to check his sister but she moved her hand away, begging him not to say or do anything.

It was a crying fest. Jungwoo and Y/N had always been together since birth but this is the first time he saw her cry this much. "She didn't even cry that hard when she and Taeyong broke up," Jaehyun claimed, thumb fidgeting on top of the table. "I knew something was wrong with that octopus."

"Did he really say that to our sister in front of the crowd?" Johnny asked and the youngest of the brothers nodded meekly. Doyoung sighed in response.

The door opened followed by their mom coming in from work. The four greeted her quietly with the usual kiss on her cheek. "Is Y/N not home yet?" she asked then followed up, "Did something happen?" Maybe it was motherly instincts, Jungwoo thought. Their mom had always been too keen on observations like these. "Why are the four of you meeting in a dining room like this again? Are you planning to stop your sister's wedding again?"

Johnny looked startled, their mom knew? "You are all my children and you aren't that discreet in your plans." she shrugged. "You're lucky your sister's fiancé isn't calling you out for it but you always show how much you hated him." Yuta knew as well? "If you really want your sister to be happy, you'll let her marry the person she wants to marry. Yuta isn't bad. I can see that he loves your sister very much."

"He doesn't." Jaehyun spoke up, "He called off the wedding."

Their mom let out an ugly gasp and then glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor of their house. "Mom, it's not our fault this time." Doyoung claimed then gestured for Jungwoo, "Woo, tell her what happened."

"I think we're partly at fault." The youngest claimed, making Johnny stare at him in question. "Mom was right. Yuta knew and he probably got fed up because of us." He explained before finishing it off with, "We just made our sister miserable."

"You're her brothers, it's your duty to protect her." Their mom exclaimed, "There's no one who can fix this but the four of you."

—--------

“Y/N, I cooked your favorite seafood chowder,” Jungwoo said after knocking on their sister’s door. Doyoung was next to speak up, “You haven’t eaten anything. Can you come out to eat?”

Jaehyun lightly knocked on the door, “We have your favorite chocolate cake.”

“Leave me alone!” she shouted from inside, making the boys look at each other with a sigh.

The oldest had to knock on the door which created a loud sound. “Come out, we have to talk.”

Y/N has her favorites, that was what Jungwoo was thinking when the door opened. The room was very dark and she was standing in the doorway, head bowed down. “Are you now happy that the wedding wouldn’t happen?” she said in a hoarse voice, “Isn’t this what you wanted all along?”

“We didn’t want this to happen, Y/N.” Johnny exclaimed.

The girl had to look at them, tears threatening to fall from her eyes again. “You did!” she shouted. “This was your plan. You were the reason why Yuta doesn’t want to marry me anymore.” She bowed down again, holding on to the door frame as if really tired. A sob can be heard coming from her as her body was shaking. “I thought if you come back home, I’ll be happy. But ever since you returned, I only grew anxious that there's nothing I can do to make you like Yuta." She confessed. “Sometimes, I wish you didn’t come home.”

Jungwoo called her name but it was Doyoung who shook his head. “Do you know why I love Yuta?” By now, her knees gave up on her from too much crying. The four just stared at her devastated state, not knowing what to do or how to react. “He’s manly like Johnny oppa,” she narrated then glanced up at her eldest brother. “He is full of wisdom like Doyoung oppa. He always makes me smile like Jaehyun oppa.” Her gaze fell from the second brother to the next one the stopped at the youngest, “And he takes care of me a lot like Jungwoo oppa.”

“When you started having your own lives, I felt left out. Although I always see you or talk to you, it feels different.” She had her head bowed again, staring at the floor. But her tears were falling on the floor, obvious by the pitter-patter sound it creates. “I miss you. I miss us. The five of us together.” Her voice came with a choke. "So when Yuta came, it felt as if we were together again. That I found the four people I miss so much in one person."

Doyoung was the first one to kneel down to pat her head, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "I'm sorry. We're sorry, Y/N." he said in a soft voice, "We didn't mean to leave you, princess. But when dad died, we figured we needed to do something to help our family." He claimed logically, "Jaehyun had his internship, Jungwoo had to finish his course, and you're going to college. So we had to work, Johnny hyung and I, for our family."

She shook her head, "I'm not saying that it's a bad thing oppa, I appreciate what you have done for our family. I just…" she trailed off then paused as if looking for the right words to say. "Sometimes I wish you would come home every Holiday or special occasions. Sometimes I wish you were here when I needed you." She hastily wiped her tears, breathing hard.

"When I broke up with Taeyong, I had to handle the heartbreak all by myself. I wish you helped me at that time." The three stared at Jungwoo who returned a confused gaze at them. “I can't bother mom. And Yuta was the only one who helped me a lot, the one who actually listened to my side of the story.”

The youngest brother kneeled in front of her, holding the strand of her hair in front of her crying face. “I’m sorry. I should be here for you that time but I don’t know how to console you when I’m the one who introduced him to you.” He explained then wiped her tears with his thumb, “But you know, I’m always here for you. I always cook you breakfast even if you never eat them.” He complained with a pout.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, sniffing. “I’m grateful, oppa. But sometimes I feel like you don’t listen to me.” Jungwoo was startled. “I asked you repeatedly to fix my ventilator and mom's aircon yet you always forget.” He nodded as if remembering it just now. “And you’re supposed to be my ally in this, yet you were planning things with oppas behind my back.”

“I am your ally,” Jaehyun spoke up, slowly raising his hand. The three glared at him and the girl had to pout, “No you’re not! You call Yuta an octopus.” He muttered a silent ‘sorry’. “And I hope you’re serious about Risa.” She claimed before bowing down to hide her tears again, “Maybe it’s my only way to see Yuta again.”

The tears came back, making Doyoung sigh. Johnny had to sit down on the floor, holding her hand. “We did this and we’ll undo it, Y/N." He promised, genuine resolution can be heard in his voice. "We will talk to Yuta and maybe…”

“He doesn’t want me anymore,” she said in a soft voice, crying louder. “There’s nothing we can do to make him come back.”

Maybe, Johnny thought. But she’s obviously still in love with him. He's not sure if Yuta feels the same way but if their plans to cancel the marriage are such fails, maybe their plans are really for the marriage to happen.

And for their sister, they have to fix this. A wedding should happen.

V. Wedding?

Y/N was sick for two days because of exhaustion. Doyoung was under her guidance while Jungwoo would always buy her fruits or cook whatever she wanted to eat. When she went to work that Wednesday morning, her brothers were all with her. Doyoung was driving, repeatedly asking her if she was ready to go to work. The three were just tagging along since they were going to the city.

It looked comical when Y/N went out of the van in her usual cheerful self but completely changed into a meek girl when a Rolls Royce pulled on the valet parking. "I'm going inside." They watched her walk slowly inside, following the CEO of the company.

"Do you think they'll meet in the elevator like those in movies?" Jungwoo asked but his older brothers shrugged. That will probably happen. Maybe they can know the details of their meeting again later.

She was quiet when she came home. Even if Johnny kept pestering her about how her day went, she would just remain quiet about it. Maybe something did happen. When she went up to her room, the four met up again in the dining room. They cannot let their sister be like this.

If there is someone who can undo everything, that would be the four of them.

—----

Yuta was walking to the car park for his lunch. Not that he has a meeting or anything, he just wanted to be out in the office and maybe get some fresh air. He feels depressed inside the office, especially whenever he would see Y/N. There was something inside him that made seeing her uncomfortable. It's eating him up. He misses her so much.

He was surprised when his sight got blocked by some fabric, someone holding his arms and dragging him somewhere. Wait. Kidnapping? In broad daylight? "What's this? Where are you taking me?" He tried squirming to break free but the two people holding him wouldn't budge. Yuta knew he was put inside a van, he could feel a man beside him on the left while another person sat on his right side and closed the door.

When the fabric was removed from his sight, he only saw the person on the passenger seat and then realized what or who it was. Of course. Do they hate him so much that they result in this? "Are you here to kill me for hurting Y/N?" he asked. Jaehyun, who was seated on his right side, scoffed. "Please just do it quickly."

The eldest, who was seated on the passenger seat, turned to look at him in surprise. "We're not that evil, Yuta. We just wanted to talk to you."

"Jaehyun is just stupid for pitching the idea of kidnapping you," Doyoung claimed, driving. Jungwoo nodded which made the third brother whine. "So, is there any place you want to go and have lunch?"

Yuta was startled when Doyoung drove to the outskirts of town and into a small seaside place that sells a variety of seafood dishes. Yuta only wanted to get lunch outside, to breathe in fresh air, and maybe eat lunch without thinking about her. What are the odds that in staying away from her, he would end up having lunch with her brothers?

It was a calm seafood restaurant. The huge shrimps, the live octopus, and even the delicious scent of grilled fish can be smelled with the seawater breeze. A smile formed on his lips, “Y/N would love to eat here.” He unconsciously claimed then stopped, glancing at the four who only looked at him in surprise or with amusement on their face. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I was so angry because of the company…” he lightly glanced at Johnny who looked startled. “I thought it was one of your plans. And you are truly successful, I felt really insecure that time.”

“The company?” Johnny asked then nodded as if just realizing it. “That’s why your name is familiar." He claimed then shrugged, "But I swear, I didn’t do anything to sabotage you.”

“I know,” Yuta claimed. Jungwoo gave Doyoung a questioning look but he shrugged, motioning that he doesn’t know what they were talking about as well. “I’m really sorry for hurting Y/N.”

Jaehyun sliced one of the octopus tentacles and gave it to Yuta who was sitting across from him. “You should tell Y/N that, not us.”

Yuta sighed after thanking him, “I wanted to. But every time I see her, I get scared.” He breathed heavily, “She didn’t deserve getting hurt by someone like me.” Jungwoo shook his head, he had his reasons. If only Y/N is here to listen to Yuta’s apology. “I don’t think I can give her the same love as you give her, the love she deserves. I’m scared I might just hurt her again.”

“Yuta, why our sister?” Johnny asked. “Six months is a short time. Why do you want to marry her so suddenly?” A smile can be seen on the Japanese man’s lips as if relieving that moment.

It was two months ago, he was in the airport waiting for his flight to Japan. It was a much-needed meeting for the expansion of the company, a day he had been waiting for ever since he became the company CEO. Yuta was checking emails sent to his phone when it rang, showing his girlfriend’s number. Immediately, he picked it up but stopped when he heard her groaning on the other line. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She said in a soft voice then moaned quietly. “I just called to check if you're boarding already."

"Almost." He can hear cars and even a distinct honking, yet he cannot miss the sound of her labored breaths. “Y/N, where are you? Are you alright?”

“I’m on my way to work but my stomach is kinda hurting.” She released a disgruntled sound then masked it with a giggle, "I'm fine. Sorry."

Yuta sighed, "You've been complaining about your stomach for a while now. Just take a leave and go to the hospital." he ordered and she hummed in response. "Do you want me to call someone from your home?"

"They're all at work. No worries." She claimed then groaned once again. The announcement of boarding to the passengers heading to Japan can be heard in the speakers. "Have a safe trip, Yuta. I'll see you when you get back." There was tiredness in her voice, a soft groan between her goodbye. She might be in a lot of pain.

Y/N hung up the call but Yuta was worried. She’s alone in the streets, with an aching stomach. And although the speaker kept on calling for the passengers of the plane number Yuta had on his ticket, he knew he shouldn’t be in that place at that moment.

“So you went to her?” Johnny asked, “What about your meeting in Japan? You said it's important.”

“Japan wouldn’t go away and it's not as important as I thought it would be.” Yuta had a small smile on his face, "Seeing her and making sure that she feels better is much more important that time."

The youngest brother butt in, worry present on his features. "Wait, she never told me that she went to the hospital. What happened to her?”

The doctors ruled it out as an ulcer. Luckily, it’s not too severe that she doesn’t require surgery but she cannot skip her meals and was advised to stop drinking coffee which made Y/N pout. She was still squirming on her hospital bed, complaining that her stomach still hurts even if the doctor gave her medicine. She was so pale, lips looking so chapped that Yuta was glad he came to her. Imagine being alone in this state? “It’s because you never eat breakfast before coming to work.” He scolded, pulling the blanket up to cover her stomach.

She glanced at the IV drip on her hand, “It feels lonely to eat breakfast at home." She confessed in a soft voice, "Although Jungwoo oppa would always cook for me, he never once ate breakfast with me.” She continued, “I’m so used to eating my meals with my brothers, fighting with them on who would take the last sunny side up egg." Y/N chuckled lightly then shook her head, "But now, it just feels empty.”

She stared at something on the blanket covering her legs and when she spoke up, Yuta just realized that she was crying. “But I don’t want Jungwoo oppa to stop cooking for me. That’s the only reminder that he’s still with me.” She didn’t even cry when her stomach was hurting but her tears were falling at the thought of her brothers.

"I don’t want to bother them. Mom is already too old to take care of me, Jungwoo and Jaehyun oppa are probably too busy to worry about me. And I doubt Johnny and Doyoung oppa would come home just because of a simple stomach ache.” She said with a giggle, her tears falling on her cheeks. "I miss them."

“God, Y/N is so stupid!” Jungwoo exclaimed, sniffing lightly. Yuta was quick to hand him some tissues, continuing “I was so jealous of the four of you that time. I thought if I’m reborn again, I want to be Y/N’s brother and be loved like that.” He said with a timid smile on his face, a far away look on his face.

“So that’s why you asked her to marry you?” Doyoung asked but Yuta shook his head.

“I’m fine now,” Y/N exclaimed while wiping the tears from her eyes. “I'm sorry you had to go here and take care of me. Should I rebook you a ticket to Japan? You can still make it to the meeting, right?”

Yuta smiled then sat on the seat beside her, “It's fine. I won't leave your side until the IV is gone and I'm sure that you'll be discharged.” Her eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled. "From now on, I'll pick you up early and we'll eat breakfast together so I can be sure that you won't miss your meals." He took the doctor's note on the table and opened his alarm from the phone, typing the hours when she should take her medicine. "I'm going to remind you when to drink medicine and I'll ban coffee in the office from now on."

Her eyes started turning misty again and he stood up in panic, asking why she was crying again. Yuta repeatedly asked if her stomach hurts or if he needed to call for a doctor and she hastily shook her head, smiling. “Yuta, can I marry you?” He had a surprised expression on his face. Is she delirious? Is this the side effect of her medicine? Or because she cried too much? “You’re actually the first person who chose me over something else and I didn’t know that it would feel like this. I feel special, it’s a good feeling. I like this feeling."

The guy sat on the edge of her bed, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I will always choose you, Y/N. And I promise I will always be here whenever you need me or whenever you need someone. I'm your boyfriend and it's my duty to take care of you.” He muttered sincerely, holding her hand tight. The warmth of her soft hands and the crazy beating of his heart, small things he wanted to keep feeling for the rest of his life. All because of her. "We’ll head in that direction anyway so let’s get married.”

“Wait, hold up! Rewind.” Jaehyun exclaimed. “It was our sister who proposed to you?” Yuta nodded, smiling at the memory. “God! What is wrong with that girl? Did she get hit in the head or something?”

“To be honest, it’s hard to wake up in the morning knowing that there wouldn’t be a chance for us to be together.” He confessed, “If I can undo everything, I’ll choose to not hurt her.” In a quiet voice, Yuta continued. "I'm sorry. I really regret saying those words a lot."

“I truly love your sister. I don’t know if it still matters now but I don’t think I can ever love someone the way I love her.”

“Of course, it still matters.” Jungwoo noted. “You can still make up with her.” Yuta’s ears perked up at that. He can? “By paying for our meal,” Jaehyun claimed but the two older than him hushed him, making Yuta laugh. He agreed to pay since it was his idea to eat seafood in the first place. But Johnny leaned closer to the table, “And paying for the wedding.”

“What wedding?”

“Yours and Y/N’s wedding.” The second brother supplied. "You still want to marry our sister right?"

—----

It was a typical Saturday. Y/N woke up checking her phone battery and then scrolling on her feed before deciding to check on her email. Since she doesn't have any work this day, might as well do laundry. But the moment she woke up, something didn't feel right.

She was used to having the house to herself on Saturdays. Her mom usually goes out early for her morning exercises and Jungwoo would be on his way to work when she wakes up. When Doyoung came back, he would always be in the house but he's usually holed up in his room reading books. Johnny and Jaehyun would also be sleeping since it's early in the weekend. But today, Jaehyun's voice speaking to someone can be heard from inside her room. "I don't think she's up yet." Is he referring to her? "I can't come inside her room, that's inappropriate." The girl chuckled. He can just knock.

"I'm up. What is it?" Y/N shouted in a sleepy voice, taking her bath towel to do her morning routine. "Why are you so noisy in the morning?"

"Great!" Jaehyun shouted then knocked on the youngest door, "Fix yourself and wear something white. I'll wait for you outside." Wait, what? Something white? Y/N stood in the middle of her room in confusion, where are they going on a Saturday morning?

The confusion grew when she went down the stairs, wearing jeans and a basic white tee, and Jaehyun was wearing a dress shirt. He stared at her in surprise then shook his head, “Nevermind, we’re already late.” He then held her hand, dragging her into his car. The oldest didn’t mention anything, just that Doyoung is going to kill him. “And you’re not wearing makeup?”

“You didn’t even tell me where we’re going,” she complained, pulling down the mirror from his dashboard and applying a little lip-gloss that she had in her small bag. Jaehyun answered that they were heading to the church which startled her. Are they attending a funeral? Or are they attending a wedding? Then she’s underdressed. And Jaehyun is obviously overdressed. Is he the groom? “Church? Are you getting married?”

He glared at her, “Next year.” The girl just nodded in the realization that the playboy brother has plans of settling down. She wanted to tease him for it but he looked so agitated that she just kept her mouth shut. If Jaehyun, the playboy, has plans of settling down, what about her other brothers? It's impossible that they haven't fallen in love while in a foreign place. She only knew Jungwoo almost dated the girl of his dreams but she moved away to study abroad. What about Johnny and Doyoung? Should she ask them about their romantic relationships?

The idea of watching a wedding made her meek that she leaned in on the leather of the passenger seat. Will she ever even get married? She had been dreaming of that moment ever since she was a kid and was chosen as a flower girl at every wedding. A grand church wedding with her, wearing a beautiful white gown with a long terrain. All her family members and guests smile fondly at what they call a blushing bride. Her groom, looking at her with a lot of love in his eyes, slightly tearing up. The lovely smile he has whenever looking at her, wider at the sight of her in a wedding dress.

Yuta looking so dashing in a tuxedo. She shook her head at the thought. It will be an imagery she might not ever see.

Will she be happy if she marries someone else? Will she find love the same as what she felt with Yuta? Maybe not. And it made her feel worse because she was missing Yuta again. When can this heartbreak end?

“You’re late!” Doyoung scolded the two then stopped, “Why are you only wearing a t-shirt?” The girl had a confused look on her face seeing the other three brothers in their dress shirts. Clearly, she’s the only underdressed one. But Jaehyun never mentioned where they're going so she clearly doesn’t have any idea. What are they even doing here?

Jungwoo smiled then wrapped a piece of cloth with lace designs on her waist, covering her blue jeans. “It’s fine. You still look lovely.” He lightly fixed her unruly hair which confused her. What is this?

“Wait, what…?” Y/N stopped when she felt Johnny put something on her head. A veil. “What is this?”

The eldest placed both his hands on her shoulders, smiling sincerely at her. “You’ve already grown up, Y/N.” He kissed the top of her head startling her. Johnny had never been the touchy-feely brother, he hated skinship the most so this is a surprise. The three others had adoring smiles on their faces as she stared at them in fright and confusion. “We’ll meet you in front.”

Y/N was lost. What is happening? And it’s too early in the morning for her brain to comprehend what her brothers are planning to do. When her mom came to her, wearing her silver gown from the party and the diamond earrings that Yuta had given her, everything clicked. She handed the younger a bouquet of lilies, smiling wide. “Mom, what is all this? Did you plan this?”

“I hope I did. But it’s all your brothers…” she claimed just as the doors of the church opened, surprising her. The aisle was decorated with a red carpet, pink and white rose petals adorning the path to the altar that she knew by heart. “And him.” Her eyes trailed to the person standing at the end of the aisle, looking so dashing in his tuxedo. The imagery she thought she wouldn't ever see.

“I’m sorry your dad isn’t here," Her mom started which made Y/N turn to the older. "But I’m sure he’ll be proud of what you have become, our little princess.” Her mom fixed her hair, eyes misty just from looking at her. “I’m so glad you met a prince who will love you and protect you more than we did.”

Y/N’s tears clouded her eyes and she looked up to prevent them from falling, making her mom release the tears she had been holding on to. The younger laughed, they look like complete fools crying in front of the church doors. “You are such a crybaby. I hope Yuta has a great sense of humor so you wouldn’t cry too much.” Y/N giggled, letting her mom wipe her tears. “Let’s go to your prince?” She lent her hand which Y/N took while smiling widely. When they faced the front, she held on to her mom’s arms and clung to her like when she was little.

Y/N had fond memories in this church so it’s a surprise that this fake wedding is happening here. When they were young, her brothers would always hold her hand and they would run to the altar, kneeling in front of the huge cross.

“We always do this before you were born,” Jungwoo claimed then put his hands together. “We always pray for a younger sister to make our days brighter.” Doyoung would continue, copying what the three other brothers are doing. Y/N had to copy what they were doing, closing her eyes as Jungwoo does but peeking by opening one eye to see what her other brothers were doing. "But He gave us a little devil.” Jaehyun teased, looking at her pointedly. The youngest would whine at the nickname, tears already forming in her eyes which would make Johnny laugh, “Our little devil princess.”

The aisle felt so long back then that she would want to skip church service just so her brothers wouldn’t make her run. The journey had always been long in her eyes but now, it felt short. She indeed grew up. From the left side of the altar, she saw Yuri waving her hand while holding the basket half-filled with rose petals with her other hand. Y/N is not the flower girl anymore. She can already have her own flower girl. Risa was behind the younger girl, smiling widely at her.

Y/N’s gaze turned to the right side where her brothers were lined up behind Yuta. They obviously grew up as well. They look so good in their dress shirts that she's annoyed that she's the only unattractive person inside the church. While nearing the altar, her heart felt like dropping to the floor with every step. Her stomach felt funny, she was nauseous. Is this her ulcer acting out again? Hopefully, not. Her senses were returned when her mom let go of her hand, “Please take care of my daughter, Yuta.” Yuta nodded before taking her hand.

It was awkward, a feeling she never associated with Yuta. It was a feeling she never thought she'd feel with Yuta. Is he forced to do this? He made it clear that he doesn’t want to get married, especially to her. So what is this now? “If my brothers are forcing you to do this, please know that you can run away. I’ll take care of it.” She tried to look for the humor in all of these. She's tired of crying, her brothers shouldn't play with her heart like this.

But Yuta only answered in a serious tone, “I think it’s you who will run away from me.” She hardly doubts that.

"Why? You said this wouldn't work out."

Yuta breathed heavily, holding both her hands. He was sweating, hands shaking. “I’m sorry, Y/N." There was sincerity in his voice that made her gulp. "You were right, I was sensitive at that time but it’s not an excuse to say those hurtful words to you.” Yuta started, staring directly at her. “I should have apologized in the office the first time but when I saw you, looking at me without a smile on your face, it breaks me. I’m used to seeing you smiling, excited to see me, and I ruined all of that because of my insecurity.”

It feels like everything is quiet as Yuta’s voice kept on resonating in Y/N’s ears. That even if there are people around, there’s only the two of them at the moment. “You don’t deserve to be hurt by someone like me. And I understand if you don’t want to forgive me for hurting you.” He looked down, thumbs brushing along her knuckles. “You can walk away from all of this…”

“Yah Yuta!” Jungwoo called and Y/N had to look at her brothers in surprise. "You can't make her run away." She raised an eyebrow, they’re against her running away? “You already spent a lot on this.” Of course. Everything will be put to waste.

But it was the man in front of her who shook his head, assuring Y/N that she had the freedom to choose what she wanted. Jaehyun only gave a frustrated sigh, whispering “You two are the same. Heaven and hell would rumble if the two of you don’t end up together.”

It was a weird feeling. Just almost a week ago, they were so against her marrying a guy she only dated for six months. Now, they're against her running away from that same man? There must be something wrong with her brothers.

But there must be something wrong with her if she doesn't want to run away. “What if I stay?” Yuta looked at her in surprise. Does he not expect that from her? “What if I wanted to stay, Yuta? Will I get hurt?” There was hope when Yuta stared at Y/N. His eyes got teary, amusing the girl in front of him. He shook his head, cogs in his brain whirling for the right words to say but the girl stepped forward that their bodies are touching and in a soft voice, claimed with a naughty smile. “I don’t mind getting hurt by you.”

“Oh my God!” Johnny exclaimed then stepped forward, separating the two of them. “You’re still not married, calm down little miss."

Y/N giggled, "You didn't have to set this up. We can just talk in the office. You had to bother someone else's marriage for this setup." The five guys had to look at her in confusion and Risa was the one who spoke up, “It’s a real wedding. You and Yuta are getting married.”

"Seriously?" Then as if on cue, the person in charge of the ceremony came. “In my shirt and jeans? I’m wearing rubber shoes, for crying out loud.” She glanced at her brothers who were laughing at what she said. “And you’re alright with this?” The four nodded in unison which made her raise an eyebrow. “For real?”

Doyoung shrugged, stepping in front of her and fixing her veil. “Yuta isn’t a bad guy. We realized he loves you more than we think he does.” Johnny nodded, continuing “And if we are going to send you away to someone, Yuta should be that man.” Jungwoo only nodded at their brothers' words. “Besides, you already cried too much for him. You might not have enough tears for him.” Jaehyun claimed, smiling with his dimples popping out from his cheeks. “Right, Yuta hyung?”

Hyung? Y/N had an amused look on her face. “When did the five of you get close?” They glanced at each other, grinning. “Octopus.” They said in unison that only started her. Huh?

Y/N's was suddenly feeling dizzy at how fast everything is going. "Sorry if this is too sudden," Yuta whispered while the priest kept on telling them the duties of husband and wife. "When your brothers suggested this, I didn't think much and just wanted to be married to you immediately."

"What if I chose to run away earlier?" She whispered, leaning in lightly.

Yuta tugged her closer, "I'm ready to chase you." He gestured on the floor and Y/N grinned seeing the black and white rubber shoes that are the same as what she was wearing. The couple rubber shoes they bought together during their second month anniversary. "So let's redo this wedding, not wearing our rubber shoes."

The priest asked Yuta if he is willing to take Y/N as his wife and he immediately said yes without the priest finishing his sentence. He apologized after causing some chuckles then answered with a smiling 'I do'. Y/N was mirroring the same expression he has, holding both his hands tight as she said the words 'I do'. This really isn't the wedding she had in mind when she first proposed to Yuta and they started talking about the said event. But holding the person she missed so much, she realized that this is better than the wedding she had in mind. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Y/N and Yuta had to first look at the four boys as if asking for permission. Their mom laughed and Johnny had to turn around, waving his hand as if telling them to just do it. Y/N grinned before wrapping her arms around Yuta's neck, lightly pulling him for a kiss. A silent curse can be heard, making Yuta giggle in between the kiss.

—----

"When are they gonna stop kissing?" Johnny whispered, leaning on Doyoung while watching his sister kissing her husband. "Aren't they sick of each other?"

Jungwoo giggled, overhearing what his brother said. "Hyung, you'll feel like that when you find the right girl." Jaehyun claimed then shook his head, "But isn't it too much? Isn't it bad for the baby for them to be horny like that?"

Y/N's dream wedding did come true, six months after the small church wedding. It was a grand wedding, in a bigger church, filled with flowers and all their relatives and friends who were happy for the newlyweds. Her long terrain of wedding gown attracted attention but what's really eye-catching is her six-month baby bump.

"Oppas!" Y/N called, motioning her brothers to come over for a picture. Their mom was next to her, and the four guys behind the couple as they posed for a picture. Yuta suggested a family picture and he quickly ran beside the photographer who kept on taking pictures of the six of them. After just three shots, Johnny called him over once again. "It's not a family without you. Come back here, Yuta." The girl had a smile on her face as Yuta returned to his original position, holding his arm as she leaned her head on his arm.

After a series of pictures, their mom excused herself to greet some of her friends who attended the wedding. Yuta was charming enough to help her with the steps, even walking with her to where her friends are. Y/N turned to face her brothers who were all smiling at her, fondly.

"You look really pretty." Jungwoo complimented her, fixing the veil behind her head. "A real blushing pregnant bride."

The girl had to giggle at that before gazing at her four brothers. “Thank you, oppas.” she started, smiling timidly. “For making my dream wedding possible.”

Johnny smiled at her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Anything for you, Y/N. I hope, as your brothers, we made you happy.” Jaehyun groaned in disgust, making the younger girl giggle at the cheesiness in his words. “Married or not, even if I’m a Nakamoto now, I’m still your sister.”

“Forever sister.” Jungwoo claimed and Doyoung had to continue, “The only sister.” The oldest shook his head, pointing at Jaehyun. “But don’t forget that we might have a new sister next year.”

Y/N had a teasing smile at her third brother who only shrugged as if he didn't know what they were talking about. “Do you want me to throw the bouquet at Risa later?" Jaehyun nodded, "Please do, we have to get married next year or she might just bump her head and break up with me." Doyoung shook his head whispering that he hoped Risa would really bump his head.

Who would have thought that the playboy earlier this year would find his true love? That the person who their mom thought would be hopeless when it comes to romance would be the second person to get married in the family? Jungwoo was even surprised that when he checked his older brother's phone, there were only four numbers of girls in his contacts: their mom, their sister, Risa, and Yuri. A 360 change from his typical playboy ways.

Yuta returned to where they were, holding the younger girl by the waist and asking her if she wanted to sit down for a while. Y/N had to shake her head as he lightly grazed his hand on her stomach as if in instinct. “Yuta, remember to call me a week before your due date so I can come home early," Johnny claimed and the other nodded.

Johnny had to quickly return to Chicago after the wedding for some company matters concerning Yuta’s company. It turned out that the company in Chicago will have a problem supplying from the large demands of the French client they were working with. So he decided to ask help from Yuta's own company to manufacture the machines needed. The Japanese CEO was supposed to come with his wife’s oldest brother, even if he doesn’t want to leave his pregnant wife alone. Hearing his reason, Johnny volunteered to take care of it on his own and just update Yuta from time to time.

Doyoung also had to return quickly to Morocco and get back to work since his vacation is so long overdue. He honestly thought that he'll be suspended from the hospital for being away for too long but the hospital needed him more than he thought. Now, he is allowed to take leaves as long as he'll comes back to work for them. He made sure that he’ll come home during the Holidays and when the baby gets born.

“Are you going on a honeymoon after the wedding?” Jungwoo asked. Clearly, the honeymoon came first. But since it’s their wedding, they can’t go back immediately to the office, right? And now that Y/N is the CEO’s wife, doesn’t that mean that she should stop being an employee of the company her husband owns? The girl looked at her husband before smiling widely at the youngest brother, “Yuta has to go back to the office while I stay at home for the time being.”

“I thought you were moving to your new house after this wedding,” Jaehyun asked. They often hear from their sister that Yuta had already purchased a house for them to live in. “Isn’t that your plan?”

It was Yuta who nodded. “But Y/N is always craving Jungwoo’s food in the morning and she gets cranky the whole day when I cook. So she wanted to stay in your house for the meantime.” The girl nodded, Doyoung had to laugh at that while Jungwoo just looked astounded. “And the house is still in renovation.”

Johnny looked surprised, “Isn’t it a fully furnished house?”

What Yuta said next surprised them, “Y/N wanted to put a third floor for your rooms in case you visit or you decide to live with us.” The four stared at their sister who was only grinning at them, “We’ll get it ready before you get home for little bean’s arrival.”

Jungwoo stepped closer tapping Yuta’s shoulder, “You know, Y/N, you’re lucky Yuta fell in love with you.” The third brother nodded, “Who would even suggest making a room for her brothers in their house? That’s just stupid, Y/N.” Yuta only laughed, shaking his head while explaining that he actually liked the idea. “You two are really meant to be,” Doyoung claimed.

“We’re glad you’re married,” Johnny started, which made the three nod. “Or we might have a hard time sending you away.”

“What does that mean?” Y/N revolted with a pout. Why does it feel like they’re talking bad about her? Jaehyun slung an arm around Yuta, “Good luck on this little devil, our brother-in-law.”

“Take care of her or we might kidnap you again.” Y/N had to giggle at what her oldest brother claimed, remembering the story of her brothers taking Yuta out to eat in a seafood restaurant. The five had to bring her to the exact same place so she won’t get angry at them.

Yuta slipped his arm on her waist, smiling at his wife with a lot of love in his eyes. “I will. I won’t hurt her and get on your bad sides again, brothers-in-law.”

“I’m glad we’re clear on that, brother-in-law.” Doyoung threatened, making Yuta grin. Jungwoo continued, “Our only brother-in-law.”

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dotae au where taeyong is a recently unemployed office worker and doyoung is the black cat spirit he unwittingly invites into his life & home (& heart) 🌹🐈‍⬛🌃💕

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douieyoung · 2 months

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perpetuity ;; kim doyoung

-- "it's hard working without someone like you, it's hard without you."

@ intro.

kdy x reader kdy as Doyoung A. Kendro reader as April U. Yang -> substitute your own name if you prefer! I don't like using [y/n] or [name] ^^

@ desc.

something seems to have changed in the mundane life of two dull coworkers, April U. Yang and Doyoung A. Kendro who always seem to be down each other's throats.

@ soundtrack

tadhana oo

@ small notes

small au about finding each other.. in each other! non-idol au, work au, names + some aspects of the story have slight fil/chi inspo pining and jealousy rar plz bare with typos, unorganized writing, mistakes im zo zory huhuhu first fic :] wc: 3.2k

@ perpetuity

The loud clacks of your neighbouring cubicle’s keyboard might send you over the edge, the insane clicks of their mouse and tongue. What on God’s green earth do you have to be working on to be that loud?

“Keep it down.” you had stood up to look over the cubicle of your co-worker adjacent to you.

“Wear earphones.” The head of black hair looked back at you, taking off his wired earbuds out of his left ear, promptly going back to his work. Loudly clacking at his keyboard and obnoxiously clicking at his mouse. You’d slouched back on your chair, tired and unwilling to argue.

Doyoung Kendro, his head of black hair went back to typing whatever bullshit he was working on. Personally, you’ll never get how management always gave him the long and tedious reports to make, and you’d have to check his shitty writing. You literally went to college to write, and you're stuck in an office job having to tutor what seemed like basic English through document notes. Feeling fed up was an understatement. Everywhere, men around you prosper and succeed in ways you feel as if undeserving.

“Oh, and Chase asked you to stay after work.” Doyoung had stood up to peek over your cubicle to inform you. Chase, the manager of our department, he’s a great man overall but he seemed incompetent and stupid.

“For what?” You swept the bang out of your face to look up at him.

“Hmm.. Dunno, maybe my complaints against you are finally working.” Bitch. That was the only word that seemed to come to mind whenever he spoke to you.

“Hm? Well, maybe he’s congratulating me for knowing the difference between you’re and your.” Admittedly, a weak rebuttal, but it was still something.

“Aw, congrats on your first award ever.” He snarked, sitting back down after.

“Make sure you’re using the right your.”

You crossed your arms in annoyance. Everyone in the office had praised Doyoung, especially the young transferee girls. They all think he’s so handsome and competent, a swift worker with a knack in writing and design. It’s all so annoying, he’s always so nice back to them too. Granted, you were mean to him when you first met, but you would never have thought it would have spiralled into a rivalry of sorts.

His irritating demeanor and infuriating voice would send you into a spiral soon.

5 PM had come and you’d clocked out ready to leave. You walk past the receptionist table and say your goodbye to the lady behind the table, Summer.

“Clocked out, April?” Summer had always had a bright smile, despite working late hours. Like a robot.

“Yup! See you tomorrow, Summer.” You’d waved your goodbyes, until a familiar figure had stopped you.

“Chase’s office, April.” A stern voice had sliced through the light air, Doyoung.

You’d given your loudest groan as he’d have the widest grin on his face. Doyoung proceeded to rummage through the candy bowl on the receptionist's desk for a mint and to possibly woo Summer. Pathetic and desperate.

Your opinion hadn’t changed about Chase after that short meeting, all he had done was change your hours to a later time so you didn’t have to open the office before the janitors did. At least he’s thoughtful.

After a silent and relaxing car ride, you’d made it back to your apartment complex. You were excited to go home again, no one to bicker with, and a soon to be warm dinner waiting in your refrigerator. The elevator doors were closing, you had rushed and pressed the button to go up as quickly as possible. Thankfully you had made it in time.

As you were about to click “7”, you found it had already been entered. Convenient, you didn’t have to touch a button a hundred of people already touched, you doubted they even cleaned them as you found chewed bubble gum on one of the buttons that remained there for a week or so.

“Stalker.” A familiar voice behind you rang in your ears, your shoulders dropped in annoyance and your eyes rolled behind your head. Doyoung.

“The hell? You live here?” If there is a God, he’ll say no.

“Yeah, probably before you.” There is no God. But instead a petty coworker who ruins all your days.

“Are you a child, why does that even matter?”

“I must’ve pissed off a god in my past life to always be in close proximity to you.”

All you could mutter was a defeated sigh, too tired to argue with someone as obnoxious as him. As soon as the elevator stopped, you both arrived on the 7th floor. You both walked parallel to each other, awkwardly. A few glances were tossed around, trying to assess what was going on. You had stopped at apartment 707, him at 708.

You looked to your right, all you could do was groan exhaustedly.

“See you tomorrow neighbour!” Doyoung said, trying his best to get on your nerves, he was succeeding.

As soon as you entered your home, you showered and fell fast asleep. Your dinner could wait till morning. Maybe your thoughts on Chase have grown to be a bit more positive, the extra 30 minutes of sleep really helped. It was a good morning.

As you were starting your car, something blocked the sun on your left hand window. Light knocks and a pleading smile greeted you as soon as you lowered the window. Doyoung.

“What do you want?” Your cheery morning had come to an end so soon.

“Can I ride with you? Please.” He had practically had eyes as big as bowling balls from how hard he was pleading.

“How do you even know I’m going to work?”

“It’s not like you have dates waiting for you.”

“You aren’t getting a ride anymore.” You proceeded to roll up your window but his hand stopped it from rolling all the way.

“Wait wait wait!-- I apologize.”

“You owe me. Remember that.”

“Fine..” He got in the passenger seat and said his thank yous.

“Why do you even need a ride?” You questioned.

“My car wouldn’t start, something with my battery I presume.”

“Ohh.. sucks i guess.”

“Yeah, take a turn here it’s faster.”

“No why would–” Your sentence was cut off by him leaning closer to turn on your blinker and steer the car for you. “Are you insane?” If you weren’t half awake and had more control over the wheel, you would most have definitely crashed into a pole or something. Almost livid at him, you tried finding the words to yell at him but nothing came out.

“I’m telling you it’s faster. Now go right.” He was as calm as ever. Even after that insanely stupid stunt.

You stopped the car on the side of the road to collect your thoughts. “Don’t ever pull that shit again, if this car crashes you’re paying every penny for repairs. This is my car, okay? I have control, I’m the driver.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t driving at snail speed into the busiest road known to man. Chase changed your hours and now your time blind, we have like 7 minutes left before being late. I hope you know that.”

“Oh fuck.” You checked the time and he was right. But this was an unfamiliar road, all you could do was listen to him.

The both of you had arrived and clocked in with seconds to spare. He boasted in your face how listening to his directions was the smart move, you couldn’t help but be annoyed, but a bit grateful too.

This routine had been going on for 2 weeks, in return, he’d pay a chunk of your gas and bring you coffee from the office building’s cafe. Honestly, you didn’t mind him carpooling with you if he did all of that.

“Could you be a little nicer?” Doyoung stood up from his cubicle to peek his head over to yours.

“Huh?” Confused, you look up.

“What do you mean huh? Look at your revisions on my report. Try again, you’re doing too much just say because, pick up an english textbook. I knew you were mean but does it ever come to mind that you're being too precarious with what you say? I know I’m not the world’s greatest writer but at least be helpful.”

“Oh.. about that..” You were flushed with embarrassment. Admittedly, those weren’t your best revisions! You did them at 1 in the morning after a ton of work and it seemed like the exhaustion got to you. “I’m sorry! C’mon don’t be mad. Look at the time I sent those comments, I was tired and couldn’t stay awake.”

“Re-do them, or your name is being removed from the report.” His gaze was strong, and his tone grim.

The car ride back to your shared apartment building was quiet and awkward. You apologized again, but he had brushed it off and said it was fine. It clearly wasn’t. He was quiet the whole day, the only time we spoke was when I said thank you to him for fetching you your coffee. He had been the most annoying person I’d met but his absence was distressing.

“I’m sorry again.” You said while stopping the car. “If you want, I can help you with your writing.”

“You’d do that?” His ears perked up.

“Mhm, if I do it’s less work on my end too.” You smiled, finally conversing with him brought you comfort.

This became a new routine for the two of you, an after-work tutor on his english writing. To add, his car had been fixed, but some new excuse would get magically pulled out from his mouth to ride with you. You didn’t mind.

“Morning, April!” Summer waved at me with a smile as I clocked in.

“Mornin’ Summer.” I greet her back, rummaging through the candy bowl on her desk for a lollipop or a sour treat.

“Quick question.. What are you to Kendro?”

“Kendro? As in Doyoung? Hm.” You bickered with him daily, but now it’s faded into jokes. It’s faded into something more than fighting, friendship, fondness? “We’re friends I guess?” You say I guess but in all honesty you felt as if he’s the closest person you know there, literally and figuratively.

“You aren’t seeing each other?” You could see the visible shock on her face.

“Nope.” You reply, deadpanned.

“Single?”

“Doyou–?”

“The both of you!” Her sudden panic could tell you it was about Doyoung.

“The both of us are single, I gotta get to work now.”

You exchanged goodbyes and checked the time. You and your entire office had a meeting that day, it was a popular cosmetics brand looking for endorsement. You head into the meeting room to find that Doyoung has saved you a seat.

“I got you your coffee.” Doyoung, when did he get this sweet?

“Thanks, hey, earlier downstairs Summer asked if you were single. I mean she tried to play it off as if she was asking if both of us were single but it was obviously about you.”

“Seriously? Summer? Me?” He had the widest grin, Joker-like, even.

“Mhm.” You aren’t sure, but a part of you was sad. Considering the fact he always tried to flirt with her whenever he got candy. Were those all just excuses to see her? Possibly.

“Do you think she’s into me?” He was as giddy as a kid getting a huge toy.

“Don’t know. Don't care that much.” Jealousy?

“Jealous.” Correct! It’s not that you wanted to form this relationship with Doyoung, you had already found so many distasteful quirks in him. It’s the routine you had formed with him, you’re scared it’ll leave as fast as it came.

That night, you thought over all the time you spent with Doyoung. What did he feel during? Did he do it just for convenience? A whirlwind of emotions takes over you, like a man in a storm. You didn’t feel stable, like you could collapse any moment despite lying down already. Doyoung, the one I talk to and think of most, disappearing so quickly. I would have never thought.

“April.”

“Doyoung?”

“I’ll take a taxi today, don’t wait for me.”

“Huh, why?” Confused, where is this coming from? “I drove us here though, buying me gas is cheaper than a taxi, ya’know.”

“Yes but,” He looked stressed, scratching his nape. “Summer..”

“Summer?”

“She thinks we’re dating, even when you denied it.”

Both of us, a hopeless case.

“Well, did you deny it?” Your tone becoming more worried, why? You never rooted for them.

“I stumbled over my words.” He’s getting increasingly more weary and uneasy. “And everyone else thinks we’re a thing. Even people we don’t know, April.”

“Oh and is that hell for you?” You’d slipped up, what you’d felt about Doyoung had slipped from your mouth.

“What? No.. It’s just that– Why would you want people to believe in something false? Summer’s just really pretty and–” You spaced out and stopped listening there. He went on about his small crush on the gorgeous receptionist that increased tenfold when he found out she asked if he was single. “--and I don’t see why you're unfazed, you hated me to death.”

“Hated. Past tense. I have to clock out now.” You walk out on him, something in your chest is growing, something painful and sickening. Your head is throbbing, your eyes are watering. Why did you care, why did you care for him? Your hand clutching your chest isn’t enough to numb what you were feeling. “I never want to talk to that jerk again.” You muttered, in annoyance.

But in reality, what had he done wrong? You kept this thought deep behind your head, your pettiness could never deem you wrong. You were just jealous. The days that followed that conversation were empty and lifeless. The most communication the two of you had were small notes on your coffees and small messages asking if you were okay on colorful post-it notes.

A week had gone by slower than usual, emptier than usual.

“April, it’s been a week since you’ve last spoken to me.” He had you cornered. “I know I haven’t been the kindest but listen, please?” You turned to him, wide eyed. His pleads were such a weakness. “I don’t want our days as coworkers to end badly, okay? I want to make up.”

“End badly, what do you mean end?” If you weren’t listening then, you were now.

“Boss, Lady Naomi is asking me to transfer district buildings. It’s for a higher pay and I get to do more graphic design rather than newsletters and journals. I’m sorry April, I’m almost 100% certain about this promotion.” There was silence for a moment. “We’ll still be neighbours though!” His best attempt to clear the dense air.

“Let’s talk at my apartment, please.” Your voice was shaky and uneasy, you could feel your eyes becoming blurry.

You had waited on your apartment’s sofa where you had all your tutor sessions with him. The knock on your door sent you out of your dissociation. You greeted him with heavy eyes and sat both of you down.

“Sorry Doyou–” He grabbed both your hands and built up confidence in his chest.

“I think I have feelings for you.” He stared you down with his eyes, piercing right through you. He didn’t even let you reply. “April, maybe it’s the time we scheduled together right here on this sofa, or the car rides, or the fights we’ve had that turned into jokes, I don’t know where it started either. But I am certain, it’s you who I like.” He had recited that whole love letter without fail, with a straight face too.

“I–...” You were speechless, overwhelmed with all this information.

“What do you feel about me, April.”

“Doyoung this is too m–” Constantly getting cut off, this man had built confidence the size of monuments.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” What else is he gonna say? This whole conversation is throwing stuff at me I’d never expected, especially from him.

“Kiss me, and see if you feel anything.” He leaned closer, you could practically feel him breathing against you.

You comply. He cupped your cheeks and tilted his head so perfectly, his cushions for lips pressed against yours so gently. It wasn’t a quick peck, he used his other hand to hold your waist and go in for more. You rested your hand on his shoulder, making its way down to his chest, you pressed against him and pulled away. The tips of your ears are flushed beyond belief, your face felt warmer than ever.

“..What did you feel?” He stuttered slightly.

“I like you. I like you so much.” All you could see after saying that was the most childlike grin coming from him. He cups your cheeks, his hands almost the size of face. “The job transfer… Where are they transferring you to?”

“Kinda far, from building 12 to 21.” He says while moving one of his hands to yours and holding it gently.

“Goodluck, Doyoung.”

“Chase let me have a trial run though, I can work there for a week and see if I like it or not.”

“He let you do that? How lenient.”

“Mhm.” He gave you another wide smile, hiding the fact he had begged for it beforehand.

The week without Doyoung felt like you were constantly waiting for something that wasn’t coming. Those days where a cup of coffee would appear on your desk, or those little post-it notes from him, or those car rides where he'd talk about nothing for 20 minutes straight without fail were missing. On the last day of his trial run, he knocked on your door. Doyoung.

“I didn’t take the job.”

“What?” You said while leading him inside, it was a job that paid more and a job where he got to practise his passion. You didn’t mind taking weeks to get used to his absence.

“I didn’t take the job.” He repeated, but with more emphasis.

“I heard you, but why? It would’ve been great for you, Doyoung. Better pay and opportunities, I don't get it.”

“It’s hard working without someone like you. It’s hard without you.”

“You missed me, huh?”

“Mhm.. The routine you’ve got me used to, there's no time to get you coffee and no where to put small reminders for you..”

“Doyoung..” You said as you sat him down on your sofa.

“Mhm.” He bumped his forehead with yours, giving you a kiss. You returned it.

Perpetuity, something constant and everlasting. That’s what he had become, he was a constant in your life. Doyoung A. Kendro, a perpetual source of what you need everyday. Soon enough, you both were able to leave that fluorescent hell of an office and do your own thing. In 3 years, you had become a writer under a major news agency, and Doyoung had become a graphic designer for a game company. Though you are no longer co workers, you had more time for each other outside of work, and even if you two weren’t neighbours anymore, roommates sound better anyways.

Doyoung, I will adore you in perpetuity.

#doyoung #nct #nct127 #nctu #kim doyoung #doyoung x reader

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 4 !! || —> Next Part 5.

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From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of the sun that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold rainy days, to show us what it is to feel the humid droplets of rain threatening to spill out the grey clouds,

But even though it is a gloomy image spreading in the distance, with the ground flooding and the windows ratting with,

The day still seems as important and as magical everyone imagined it to be. The bride and groom were happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, their wedding photos turned out absolutely beautiful to their expectations.

The preproduction of the venue was up to date to the theme that the bride has wanted it to be, a simplistic white theme with roses and a three-tier expensive looking cake, along with family and close friends to cherish the lovely day with.

Rumbling guests chattering amongst themselves, even the priest— who was picked on the last minute because somehow… Jisung has begged Johnny to be the priest. The real reason was because the original priest who was booked, has dipped and refused to go and do the job due to the heavy storms today.

The place however, was soon to be interrupted by two police officers roaming in as freely as if it were their home on a Sunday evening back from work. Areum never invited them but she ignored the presence, as she looks down at Nayoung and Minjae.

“Hey, go and play with Dalli and Daehyun. Oh and stick to Uncle Doyoung and auntie Jisoo.”

The children skip around with a big smile, together meeting with the two slightly older twins; and the couple sitting by with a champagne in their hands, looking like a rich older sophisticated couple. The large venue also invited Haechan, who would Jisung be if he didn’t invite his ‘favourite hyung’, right?

Kun, Yangyang and Renjun were let off work, all thanks to Jeno’s boastful invite . These three soldiers were surrounded by Mina’s co-workers from the daycare nursery.

And finally, Areum had to bring her three plusd Mark ,Karina and Mr Ahn. Her boss was surprisingly half drunk already, dancing on the dance floor as if there was no tomorrow. Mark and Karina roaming the food aisle section, digging in freely.

Areum notices a taller figure shadowing over her, voice rutting, her clearing it obnoxiously. She walks past the man, and he simply follows as he’d begin to pull the journalist outside the heavily occupied room, more quiet where the alcoholic drinks were.

“I don’t think you were invited.” Areum speaks first, cutting the detective like a deep blade ready to stab and stab all over again. The clear dislike for the police itself was really there and she did not bother to hide it. Baekhyun said nothing but his eyes fall down to his hands where a white letter with red writing opens up from the folds,

The journalist peaks down to the letter he reveals casually to her, with large red ink written title ‘Warrant’ as well as the courts justice signature for proof. The smug detective would watch the fallen disappointing expression on Areum, but somehow rolls eyes. As expected, of course they’d get a warrant to be extra careful and precise.

Areum looks away and Baekhyun puts the paper back in a square-four folds, tucking it back into the pockets fancily. “Now, I’m assure you know why I’m here so let’s get to the point.”

Another silent answer from Areum. Baekhyun begins to realise that the woman was merely ignoring his existence, as her focus was down on the food in the plates, nearly presented for the consumers to ear. He sighs dramatically “Unless, you want me to stay. Which I’m aware you don’t want that, so quickly give me a statement.”

He hears nothing from the unbothered woman. Areum curls the fingers at the small macaroons, taking a plate. She lifts the pink French classic dessert with the fingers, nomming into it as her eyes meet Baekhyun.

The man watches her eat, the woman humming in awe at the exquisite taste.

“Miss Park, can you cooperate with me here?” Baekhyun asks. Areum swallows the food, bringing the plate down. “Look, Detective. I already said my statement, which is I don’t know anything. Now if you please tag along with your boyfriend over there and get out.”

Baekhyun turns around seeing Chanyeol standing awkwardly like a sore thumb around the fancy dressed up guests for the wedding. Baekhyun looks back at Areum, clearing his voice. “I’m afraid I won’t leave unless I get a real statement.”

Areum gives a fake smile. Somehow, the police officer’s determination was aspiring, aspiring to failure , areum would think. Unfortunately for the man, who truly did nothing wrong to be disliked or hated; but the woman still somehow found ways to dislike his presence inside and out. Areum will be the death of him metaphorically.

No one can get through Park Areum and make her confess or find out any information from her. It’s impossible with journalists, and it’s even more impossible with a journalist like Areum herself.

“Very well,” Areum would say. “Completely your choice detective, stay. Enjoy my brother’s wedding.” She’d tell him, grabbing the plate and leaving with it to join the others. Baekhyun mentally sighs.

He has such an easy job, but it’s rather proven to be difficult when it comes to Park Areum.

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Jisung would pull the knife with Mina’s hands on top of his, cutting the cake slice open. The people massively clap and cheer, some whistling and some jumping around wanting a cake slice already to eat. The group gathering around,

Areum smiling as her camera focuses on the moment, capturing the wedding pictures.

“Now who wants a cake?” Jisung jokes about. Nayoung’s jumps up and down by the side. “Me! Uncle Ji, I want cake!”

“I will do the honours and spoon feed you, princess nayoung.” The groom dramatically tells, Mina smiling and laughing as she holds Minjae in the arms. Areum turns around to pinpoint the speaker with the music dj and sound track, slow dancing music arriving the area.

Everyone stops and gasps as they realise it is the time for the groom and bride to twirl in and begin the dancing spiral trail, where slowly others would join beside them for the beautiful night.

Jisung caught in a prance, Nayoung and Minjae fell off their hands to join the others, as the guests step back forming a small dance circle. The groom, wearing the enrich black and white tuxedo with a white rose pinned on the collar, looks in awe at the woman he can finally call his wife, for an eternity; The bride, looks back with just as amount of love and eagerness,

The man approaches, hands pulling the bride forward in a soft embrace with hands creeping round the waist so naturally,

Their bodies felt such a safe place hold for anything, it’s as if their bodies interlinked. Mina’s breathe hitches, feeling the way Jisung’s hands held a tight hold on the beautiful wedding dress. Slow music calming the busy venue, as it follows the couple.

Jisung whispers, only things mina could hear so clearly. “I dreamed of this day so many times, is this a dream?” these words of doubt was almost lethal. Mina’s eyes softening, as she moves her hands to hold on the jawline, their eyes reconnecting.

Mina smiling softly, the tip toes on short high heels perk upwards, lifting her body to lean in; the bride’s lips capturing a long lasting soft kiss on him. Jisung flustered, still had returned the kiss with the arms pulling his wife with help.

“It’s not a dream, love.” Mina encouragingly told. “This is real. I love you.” she confesses, their attached lips breaking apart and Jisung felt a rush of serotonin in the stream,

“I love you too.” Jisung utters, bewitched by a woman called now his wife.

Slowly, couples start to join the slow dance right after Jisung and Mina’s short confession. The Kim Couple; Doyoung and Jisoo, join the party very quickly as they slow dance nearby the bride and groom.

Jisoo resting her chest on Doyoung’s, as he leads the dance. Then Mr Ahn seemingly found himself a partner to dance with.

Jeno wasn’t going to be just fashionably late, if he weren’t to magically ask his own wife out to dance right?

Areum felt a hand next to her in offer come out, turning around to be met with dark Iris pupils gazing into her sulking eyes. The woman tuts the tongue, he hearing the light tongue kiss in annoyance.

“May you give me the honour to the dance, Miss Park?” Jeno sways forward, awaiting a patient answer. Areum sighs, “I’m afraid I already promised someone else a dance.”

The stubborn woman put up a fight, with all the right reasons to be upset if he were to be honest— very well deserved. He came late to her brother’s wedding, but he was more than devoted at the end to arrive at least when the dance for the couples began.

Jeno smirks, with that flirtatious smug that Areum always hated, but somehow, came to love over the years. “I’m sure you can make an excellent expectation and dance with me first.”

How persistent, Areum thought. He was most and definitely grovelling and will grovel for Areum at a week least. The hand stays still awaiting to be held, the woman looks at it and then up at Jeno. She slowly took the hand and lead to the dance floor with hundreds of people dancing in synch to the slow romantic lullaby on speakers,

Intense gaze hardly broke between them. Jeno was merely in a hypnosis, admiring how beautiful his wife was with the wedding clothes and maid of honour dress— with the way she was upset and trust Lord he knows it very well. He’s terrified with his wife’s anger, but he can deal to make up for it. He sometimes wonders, what Areum is thinking in that head of hers to be looking up at Jeno with such a deep magnifying eyes making him intimidating at times.

Areum mutters out, half annoyed. “You said you would make it here before the cake cutting.”

The man’s lips fall at a line, this was a situation that she wouldn’t really forgive him quickly. It is her only family member’s wedding, he was expected to be there from the morning and since he’s also a busy man with a busy job; she can understand he can’t be there in the morning. But the cake? He himself stated to her yesterday night he would be there on time.

Jeno softly speaks, he did feel guilty. “I know, I am sorry. I ran into traffic because of the storm, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve cleaned my schedule for this.”

She sighs, her hands latch themselves on the sharp jawline, pulling jeno’s face down to match on the lips. Areum deeply kissing him and him in shock, he stands still with eyes closed. Muscular hands attaching deep on the hips through the dress fabric, areum lightly pulls apart from the cold lips that began to heat up from her own mouth’s warmth and effect she has on him.

He used to be so heartless and cold, Areum was his epiphany to a new life where he could be living comfortably in heat. Warmth he longed for so long.

“Forget it.” Areum orders. “Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes life takes a complete left instead of a right. Do not feel guilty for something you cannot control.”

“And please, who would I be if I didn’t record this from the start?” Areum smirks, Jeno’s guilty and saddened face lit up with his eyebrows curving on his forehead. He smiles, “no way, you did that?” Jeno croaks out with a short laugh.

Areum nods, tilting head at the man. He smiles, leaning down kissing her lips once again. “God, you’re amazing.” He thrills out.

While couples were busy exploring themselves, the singles (cough mark and Karina) were left in some sort of La La love musical.

Karina hums bored, if anything the woman wishes to dance but the only guy her age of interest is Mark. Now, you might ask why can’t she just ask him to dance right?

Well, these two have some sort of rivalry for whoever is areum’s best assistant. These two are more like oil and water, mismatching and opposites— but at times, that opposites attract begin to form something called likeness. The co-workers merely are at stage one, pushing at stage two where Mark lee has become hypo aware of the feelings for Karina, but he simply…

Chooses not to confess even though it kills him to see Karina look at other people that isn’t him. He needs that little push to finally make him snap… Standing between the food on the long table, the beautiful Karina stands still as he turns around with his eyes, watching her intensely as he bit his lip to find the courage to ask her just one tinsy thing.

He can’t believe he’s about to ask his co-worker this. “Karina, do you dance?” Mark finally spoke, out of nowhere cutting off Karina’s inner thoughts and thinking.

She turns around raising an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?” And that is when the sudden confidence has disappeared, crushed and hidden away. The boy stutters, looking ahead at the couples dancing in front of them, no longer looking into her pretty eyes. “No reason.” Mark coughs.

He couldn’t see the immense disappointment painting on the young woman’s face, Karina sighing lightly. What else was she expecting, Karina thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark might ask her; but clearly not. She turns around no longer looking at Mark who greatly upset her,

But a tan slender hand forward invades the eyes. A young guy came forward to ask the pretty girl if Mark wasn’t going to do it. “Would you like to dance, miss?” Karina looks up hearing the guy with a challenging expression and a smirk forming on the lips with ease and confidence oozing out— something Mark lee is lacking right now.

She raises her eyes, judging Haechan from head to toe. She never met him, but she definitely seen of him. “You’re miss park’s friend right?” Karina questions.

“Awh you remembered me. But yes, indeed that’s me.” Haechan curls forward, eyes falling to side-watch Mark’s jealous expression with those dangerous round eyes of his marking Haechan when his face leans down to Karina to look closer and whisper words, that Mark could not bear to hear.

Haechan exclaims shockingly. “Areum never told me she had such a pretty assistant near her at all times. If she told me, I might be there twenty four seven.” Mark mentally gags hearing the younger boy flirt with his colleague.

Somehow he needs to thank Lee Haechan for his part in this conversation that no one hardly invited in to but only himself. Mark was done watching the man steal someone he’s been having eyes on a lot longer and with better intentions than Hyuck. The Canadian boy steps between them when Karina was thinking if she should do it as a plan B.

To the girl’s surprise Mark was blocking Haechan’s hand to be taken by Karina, the man speaking with control. “She already has a partner to dance with, go tag and find someone else.” Mark lightly spat, and Haechan whistles with hands in the air surrendering with no offence to fight back at the angered man.

“Whoa Marky boy, calm down. How about us two dance instead?” Hyuck teases with his eyebrow slit raising up to simply annoy the smart man in front of him. Mark glares with a raise of disgust by the thought of being held by Haechan, only because it’s Lee Haechan— if he was to be stuck for a day with him he would’ve killed him or himself .

It’s the hard truth but Haechan is just one of those people he has zero built up patience for and Mark, is a man of god who is patient for everyone 99% of the time.

“I already have a dance partner, it’s Karina.” Mark exclaims, with his hands falling to link themselves around Karina. The girl’s lips fall apart in surprise, watching Mark in awe. The man was glaring at Haechan, with a half smirk. Haechan exaggerating, gasps and complains. “Shame, she really is a dime isn’t she?”

With the chit chattering cut off for Mark’s timetable, he pulled the young glamorous woman in on the dance floor, Karina still as shocked as ever but nevertheless— thrilled and static with happiness running in her veins. These two dance their life away with each other,

Haechan sighs watching everyone dance. “Took him long enough to confess.” He spoke with shock and disbelief— if he were Mark who was in love with Karina, he’d be claiming her left and right. However the Canadian boy was much distant and slow at cooperating his feelings. Haechan could only do him a favour and act as a threat to Mark, making him seem interested in the young assistant.

He can’t believe it took him a small flirtatious action at Karina and Mark was shaking with boiling anger in his veins. Who knew Mark could be really intimidating and scary when jealous?

Travelling behind the scenes stands a silhouette figure, outshining and clearly not blending in the background nor the theme of the wedding. The young woman lurks like an eagle hunting, spying and scoping— seemingly to be looking for something or…

Someone.

Everyone was busy enjoying themselves at the party as well as keeping their best shoes on for dancing. The red hair man however, was not, his eyes caught on the moment her distant eery body language turns away from the crowd. She was taking actions of a loner, but who would be a loner at a wedding party?

The mysterious woman was a diamond piece, shining directly at Haechan who was an awful perk for having a diploma in nosiness. So when she suddenly heads out the entrance, finding the way to escape, The man follows her from behind.

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Green exit logo flickers off and on with the green LED light, a swoosh of nightfall breeze hitting in; the wrapped up woman taking one step out to escape, till something blocks the way. He cuts her off by the last door, leaning the rest of the body mass strength onto the doorframe. The woman looks up, questioning the man flashing her a flirty upwards smirk, deeply.

She’d pause. He spoke upbeat and extremely openly with his extroverted friendliness. “Hey there short peach, I don’t know you but I’m afraid I was in charge of the invites.” The girl hears silence once the upbeat man paused, merely for dramatic applause. He lightly whispers condescendingly with arrogance. “I don’t remember inviting your face round here.”

She raised an eyebrow. Despite the long and very strong accusations the young woman has shown no sign of botheredness. You’d suppose she is really going with the motto, fake it till you make it.

Ryujin disagrees, softly poking the hand blocking her way to exit, pulls haechan away as she walks away now. “Sorry I have a boyfriend.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me but ended up in my bed the next morning.”

The man said with a load of dump information, smuggling his eyes onto the woman to not lose track.

Body falls off the wall he has supported himself on to stop the girl from leaving. Haechan scrunched his face, balling saliva and tongue together at the corner of his lips, forms a ball poking on his right cheek. He was now, very much annoyed by the ignorant young girl. How dare she pull the ‘change the subject’ card on him. Especially when that was not his intention.

He was quick to turn around with a blank expression twisting into his flirtatious act. Following the mysterious stranger from behind. He knows she’s suspicious, his intuition and brain was raging it. “That’s fine baby, he really doesn’t need to know.”

Haechan half heartedly laughs, eyes squinting as his lips pucker into this annoying prat’s smirk that only high school fuckboys pull when they wish to harass girls for something; but instead it was Haechan trying to find out the truth of this stranger crashing his friend’s wedding. More like spying.

Not hearing a reply back, Ryujin was quick to gather on her motorcycle, tucking legs on the metallic feet paddles attach to the vehicle. She is reaching forward for the safety helmet but suddenly a tan thin spindly hand with miniature freckles takes it off the girl. The helmet was spun round the hand by a long index finger, flinging it like a yo-yo playtoy.

She lets out a soft growing growl as eyes scan where it was taken by the boy previously following her like an annoying stray dog without a home. She final glares, hands snatching the item rotating freely by the one thin finger. Haechan smirks watching how her agitation grows minute by minute.

“Short peach.” He trails leaning down to the small yet neatly structured motorbike roaring its engine out with bright clear headlights flipping on by the switch pulled. Ryujin scoffs, “you’re going to get hurt if you do not move out my way right this instant. Not that I care though.” Her lips push out with a dangerous smile. A smile that wishes pain on the boy.

“I love a little pain, darling. I am very much a masochist.” He teases forward, winking.

But even though this woman was a clear enemy of his who wouldn’t care if he were to die or survive. Haechan found it absolutely thrilling of his incurable boredom, because it was exciting to see such dynamite reactions from her. It’s been a while since someone wanted him dead— best believe it turns his boorish little unalive heart to beat again. He smiles mischievously.

“C’mon you entered and left. Aren’t you one of the guests, yes or no?”

Ryujin quietly utters out, tilting head. Oh how painfully she is torturing the boy in front of her. He is awaiting answers but all his questions were lead by another question. “Why so curious huh?”

“Well, I know for a fact Jisung is a loser who has no friends and somehow bags himself a woman he calls his wife now. The guests were either family or close friends. Now tell me, which one were you?” Haechan carefully interrogates the cyclist with crossed arms, though keeping steady weight on the bike so she would not ride off however she pleases.

Awaiting a response his face was met with Ryujin forward through the open small rectangle on the helmet. Eyes staring into Haechan’s black pupils, his eyes were as big as the sun itself considering she can see her own self in them. “Fuck around and find out, pretty boy.” Ryujin mouths.

Next thing the mere mafia solider knew was a strong breeze with rain hitting the bare nape behind his long mullet hair, body dropping simply by sliding off when the motorbike powerfully drives off the property with high fuel. Large black smoke inhale in the nose, Haechan coughs. He sees the trail of smoke leaving, letting the bike go free. But not completely free.

He grins like a nerd who has passed all his high school exams with a hundred percent. He stands up slowly, as haechan’s ears soon hear a loud beeping sound with red dot alert on the phone’s screen.

It was a map with a red dot moving constantly around. A tracker.

She did say fuck around and find out, Haechan thought. Little does the young woman know that she told this to the most annoyingly persistent mafia in the world who does not know when to give up.

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Though the night was young and wild, blasting their carefree relentless minds at ease with such bumming music dumping through the windows and walls making it impossible to not hear how loud their songs are— as well as their voices.

One person was surely feeling the need for peace and quiet however. That person, would be Areum. The journalist really wasn’t used to parties and constant music on, if she decided to stay in that party for longer she felt like her drums were going to explode.

Turning back around looking in the windows from the outside. Areum saw Mina and Jisung, smiling ear to ear, wide. The groom and the bride were only starting their first chapter of their life, she couldn’t be more happy for them.

The sweet moment has dimmed down once the time reveals the groom and the bride beginning a music change of dance disco genre. Areum squints her eyes forward, not believing her eyes. Mina and Jisung were doing a dance battle.

“And they say romance is dead.” Areum chuckles shaking her head, even if they are adults who just got married they still have time to be children themselves.

A shiver sent against the arms, Areum simply holds her body in an embrace keeping warm. It was colder at night but the rain really helps the weather to be freezing. The journalist stands nearby the car park, wearing the black formal dress fitting in the wedding theme from before. Hands shift back and forth down the arms sidelines, Areum’s lips softly blow out a white smoke coming out her mouth.

It was so cold that her breath was a white thick layers of smoke. But the cold was tolerable, surprisingly. Areum found it really peaceful, finding the inner calmness in herself to admire the full moon above in the sky. A large ball unable to miss it along with the stars that seem way too shiny on this day.

Just when inner peace was found, a guy stands next to her, tucking the cold reddish hands in the front pockets. He’d break the silence, “how come when disaster strikes it’s you always involved?”

Baekhyun questions turning his head only to the right direction facing her whilst his body stands straight, just like Areum’s. He wondered this question for eternity it feels like.

She speaks lowly as more smoke escapes her quivering lips. “A journalist job is to be present in everything.”

Detective Baekhyun goes amused, laughs a bit finding her reasoning fair but awfully witty. He simply radiates back the same energy response, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

“Is being stubborn and annoying a trait for the journalist too?”

“Mayhaps.” Areum turns her face towards Baekhyun, jokingly speaking back. “Is it cop’s personality to be crashing people’s weddings outta nowhere?”

He whistles hearing those words from the woman, fiddling on his tip toe shoes. “Touché. Fair enough. Can’t argue with you on that.”

“But seriously speaking now, won’t you tell me the truth? We both know very well you were the last person to see Mr Tong.”

“I have evidence and facts to prove that and easily detain you up in a cell for twenty four hours. The only reason I haven’t resolved into doing that is because I know you’re a clever woman.”

Baekhyun has caught Areum’s face faltering at every sentence he’s spoken with. All this friendly act and banter makes it impossible to like the detective because Areum, as stubborn as this will sound to many, she won’t open up even if it costs her life. Baekhyun’s threat does not scary her. She wouldn’t mind being detained for twenty four hours, in fact she wouldn’t care if she was detained for longer.

He hears silence. Areum went back to not speaking or answering him at all, because he confronted the problem that he needs answers for. It’s his job to do so.

Baekhyun softly lowers his eyes. “It’s frustrating to admit it but yes, you are intelligent and strong. I’m envious of that. You steal all of our cases because you’re quicker and better. But surely you have enough common sense to just own up and tell us your statement.”

Explaining how he feels this much pent up emotions he opened up so easily to Areum. But nevertheless the heartless hardcore work-alcoholic stays on her two glued feet on the ground. She can’t give up her parents case, she would have no choice but to hand it to the police. It wasn’t hers to begin with. She stole it. Baekhyun only want the case back, Areum told herself mentally.

She will uncover the truth about her family. She won’t give it up, that’s like giving up on her parents. Mr Tong didn’t die in vain for Areum to break and tell the truth to a detective out of all people.

Areum calmly said. “I already told you, I know nothing.” Baekhyun looks away in disbelief before turning to look at the formal clothed woman with a gaze.

“What if i told you I know what you’re digging up?” He trails quietly.

Areum raised an eyebrow amused, not believing one bit the bluff. “Hmm what would that be then, detective Baekhyun?” She lingers taking one step forward to the man, with her chin raised glaring with alluring eyes. She was intimidating him.

He takes a step back shuddering as the woman’s presence was far too much in control of the situation but he was desperate. Desperate for leads to the case himself. In fact he never intended to return it back to his chief, he wanted to do his own just like Areum. He slowly moves his hand across the leather jacket opening it, his fingers tap on the thin layer of paper resembling a thin photo.

“These are your parents, aren’t they?” Baekhyun spoke. The photo revealing to be two police officers just like the one Areum saw previously at Mr Tong’s place.

He saw Areum gulp her saliva down harshly, as she takes the photo by the edge softly with her fingertips. She does not break eye contact from the photo.

Areum softly spoke a whisper. “You knew them?” Baekhyun sighs out quietly. “Yes, I was an intern at the time. Your parents took great care of me at work. It was a shame when i heard they have passed away.”

The woman painfully closes her eyes and finally looks away from the photo. She pushes the photo card back into Baekhyun’s chest.

Areum harshly spat. “What’s your deal?” The woman fills her tone with wrath, this wasn’t how she planned her brother’s special day to be. “If you want me to back away from the case you’ll have to do a lot more than that.” Areum angrily said.

“Who said I want you to leave the case alone?” Baekhyun suddenly utters out confused. “My intentions were to team up with you. We both want to uncover the truth about them.” Areum let’s out a scoff hearing him speak about being partners, there’s no way she can trust a cop. She starts to walk away turning her back on the officer.

Areum kicks the stones underneath the fancy heels, as she quickly walks out with stomps indicating that she was really holding out her anger. How could he pull a photocard of her parents and think some sappy story could make her snap and crack to expose her crimes of stealing information from the police station. Even though she did technically steal it, she won’t admit to it. It’s her parents case at the end of the day and the police don’t help willingly.

It’s the sad truth. As Areum matches up to the entrance to join the wedding party once again, Baekhyun was quick to cut her off by jogging up and stopping in front of the woman. He forces her to look at him, showing her his pleading eyes and desperation on the face. She looks at him with her heart stopping temporarily.

Why did she feel like she could trust him? What makes him so familiar with her? Why was she actually crumbling for this detective? Areum hated this so much. She hates how soft she can get, and she hates how this detective specifically is devoted to her parents. Areum has discovered that they were police officers behind her back all their life, and what makes her so jealous and hurt is that Baekhyun knew that.

He knows them personally more than she could ever know them. He’s closer to them more than she ever was when they were alive and now that they are dead; she won’t ever have a relationship like he had with them. It hurts even more now that Jisung’s case is even worse. They died when he was really young.

“Areum, you don’t have to work with me but hear me out. People aren’t you are involved a lot more than in this case than you realise. People you wouldn’t expect.”

She pushes Baekhyun off, grunting at the words. “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense. Me and Jisung are the only ones involved.”

Baekhyun stood still as he were pushed roughly by the two hands, he was suddenly quiet and hesitant.

“Lee Jeno, is involved in the case .”

Areum bites her bottom lip withholding laughter with all her resistance but the joke she heard was far too powerfully. Areum can’t help but think, what’s this nutcase talking about? He really must’ve went mad. The woman bursts a giggle holding the end of her head and stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t laughing however. He was plainly standing still as he watched her seriously.

She softly chuckles, but then noticing how Baekhyun is not laughing. She clears her throat and stops her behaviour immediately. She felt like her entire body shut down the answer and her brain was disclosing it awfully quickly not believing such a thing and she won’t ever believe it. Areum trusts her husband.

“Oh my god detective, you should be a comedian. Did you perhaps think about a career change?”

“I’m being serious, Areum. Jeno killed your parents.” Baekhyun spat half annoyed and the other half completely frustrated.

Areum blinks at Baekhyun not believing him whatsoever but grinning ear to ear at the detective. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being utterly disrespectful painting my parents death that way? How could Jeno murder my parents?”

The detective chides. “I have evidence to prove it. He planned the car crash.” Baekhyun quickly begins, trying his best to convince Areum otherwise. As he suspected before it’s not easy to get a journalist on their side.

“Stop!” Areum shouts explosively breaking down, frowning at the detective. “My husband is innocent. Do not speak low of my family, just because he is the mafia.” She spat backing away once again, glaring with hatred to the police officer. You’d think the police wouldn’t be prejudice but surely they paint the mafia so badly. Areum used to think so too till Jeno and Jaemin have changed her view point completely. “Now I’d appreciate if you never speak to me again.”

Said Areum threateningly. “Or else I’ll take this to court telling them you’re stalking me. That’ll surely take away your badge.”

The journalist stared at the broken detective as she turns away to go inside the building. But halfway in she bumps into a strong wood musk scent and a strong surface pulling her back preventing her to fall. Jeno was on his way outside to collect Areum, only to run into her coincidentally.

He flashes the confused woman down a smile. “Hey we’re about to head home so i was looking for you. Nayoung is getting drowsy.”

Areum with trembling eyes looks up at her husband, seemingly she zoned out watching her husband’s face, still questioning Baekhyun’s accusations. It still doesn’t make sense in her head but why point such a strong allegations onto him of all people.

She shakes her thoughts, she can’t believe she lets Baekhyun get the better of her judgment. How could she analysis the love of her life.

“Areum. Hey… you hear me?” Jeno worryingly said. She shakes her head awkwardly laughing. “Ah sorry I zoned out. Think I had too much to drink.”

“I’ll get the kids and meet you in the car. I’ll tell goodbye to others too.” She tells quick and Jeno nods as he watches Areum leaving inside the building to do as she said.

Jeno couldn’t help but shake the awful tension. Why was his gut feeling acting up?

Though the moment Areum was not in sight his dark menacing expression falls like paint on a canvas, when seeing Baekhyun chilling up front who was already watching the mafia leader. Jeno approaches forward, only to walk past Baekhyun.

The detective was watching Jeno as much as he pleases. Jeno felt his stare a little too obvious but nevertheless he wasn’t here to pick fights. Something tells Jeno that Baekhyun was responsible for Areum’s weirdly off putting behaviour…

His Karma Masterlist.

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You’re next

pairing: co-worker!xiaojun x female!reader (feat the rest of the lets play ball unit as other co-workers)

summary: You go to the middle of nowhere for a team building of a company you joined only a few weeks ago, but can there be other games involved?

for the Game of Survival collab by @neo-shitty and the What Makes Us Sinners collab by @junjungsunwoo

word count: 5,132

warnings: strong language, suggestive but no actual description of anything, death, blood, descriptive murders, mentions of Squid Game, inspired by the movie “You’re next”

a/n: ok so here it is, my first time trying this genre, I had a lot of fun writing it and it ended up turning out bigger than I thought but I hope it’s not too bad and all these years of watching horror movies paid off 😅 hope ya’ll enjoy it! ❤

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Nervousness runs through your veins as you approach the door. You just hope you got the wrong place, who would plan a team building event in a house in the middle of nowhere, so outside of town? But recognising the familiar vehicles on the drive way you must be right.

Taking a last glance at yourself on your phone you take a deep breath before lifting your hand to ring the doorbell. You hear steps inside approaching the door until it opens.

“You came!” You’re greeted by the adorable Shotaro that engulfs you in a hug. “Come on in, everybody’s in the living room. Well, not everybody, we’re still missing Yangyang, but he should be arriving soon.”

“Thanks.” With a small smile you let him take your coat and follow him to meet the rest of the guys.

Breathing in and out slowly, you try to calm yourself down. You’ve joined the company just a few weeks ago and you’re still not very familiar with your team so you spent way too much time debating on wether to come or not. ‘Please come, it will be good to get to know the guys better!’, you remember Jungwoo saying and honestly it was just a few hours before you’re back in the comfort of your bed, and you’d make points with the others, even if it was way too intimidating to be the only woman in the team.

“Guys, Y/N is here!” Shotaro announces you and everybody warmly welcomes you.

“You can sit over here.” Xiaojun scoots over on the couch giving you some space next to him.

The air between you two is intense, since you joined the company he was the one that has been guiding you and you could feel the sexual tension from miles away. He’s an incredible attractive man, not that the others aren’t, but there’s something about him. And you could tell he wanted to jump on your pants just as must as you wanted him to, you just hope the others don’t notice.

“Yangyang just texted me, he’s late so he said we could start without him.” Doyoung announces and everybody agrees.

You start playing all sort of team games set to “bond and build team spirit encouraging the communication” or whatever bullshit taken straight out of one of the most cliché books on the subject. But at least you get to share some laughs and find out more about the guys and you honestly feel like you’re growing a little tiny bit close to them.

And then there’s this one game. In pairs you have to draw randomly assigned shapes on a piece of paper over the other person’s back and they try to guess what it is. And who did you get paired with? None other than your office crush.

Xiaojun sits down first and you try your best to stop your hands from shaking as you hold the paper over his back. The thin layer of his perfectly fitted dress shirt allows you to feel every single muscle and you gulp, mind already imagining the piece of clothing gone.

Like a mind reader, he guesses every single shape you trace placing you two right in front of the race. When it’s time to switch you’re nervous you might not be as good and end up lowering your score but his touch, apart from leaving your heart beating faster, goes straight into your brain and it’s like you can see the paper on your back. With a flawless score you win the activity leaving the others cheering yet jealous.

“How can you not get it right? These were basic shapes!” Doyoung slaps the back of Haechan’s head.

“It’s all your fault, you’re the one who doesn’t know how to draw!” Haechan bickers back.

“Sorry Mark, I tried my best…” Shotaro lowers his head.

“It’s ok, it’s just a game.” Mark rubs his back giving the other an encouraging smile.

“But wait, I think there’s a tie.” Jungwoo points out and everybody looks at the score chart where it seems like the other two teams are in fact tied.

“I demand a new round!” Haechan quickly gets up with his hand in the air.

“I think we should swap partners though.” Doyoung rolls his eyes.

“That’s not fair, guys.” Jungwoo calms the atmosphere in the room. “We’ll do another round, each pair chooses which one will draw. And I guess Y/N and Xiaojun can sit this one out, it’s a clear win for you. Everybody agrees?”

Looking around the room you see everybody nodding and after deciding the roles they all get ready to re-start.

“I’m gonna get some more snacks.” You get up and head to the kitchen as Jungwoo initiates the round.

While you’re opening some packs of snacks placing them in bowls you feel another presence in the room, right behind you.

“Need help?” The whispering voice against your ear makes you yelp, a few chips falling to the ground.

“Xiaojun, you scared me.” You place a hand on your chest trying to calm your racing heart.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” With a smirk on his lips he helps you clean the mess. “I didn’t know you were that good at these games.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.” You grin turning your head to him.

“What can I see, there’s a lot of things about me you don’t know about.” He steps closer but you don’t move.

“I guess there are, I mean, we haven’t known each other for that long.” Biting your lip, your eyes never leave his.

“True,” he steps even closer, trapping you against the counter, “but we sure do make a great pair.”

“I’ll have to agree to that.” Your gaze drops to his lips as his tongue swipes across them before he closes the distance between you.

The kiss is hungry and desperate like both of you have been waiting for this moment since you walked into the office on your first day and you laid eyes on each other. Hands start roaming over the clothes as the your lips move more intensely and you get lifted to sit on the counter.

But suddenly there’s a noise, like glass breaking.

“Did you hear that?” You push him slightly.

“I’m sure it was nothing.”

Xiaojun pulls you back to his lips and you try to ignore the noise and succumb into your desires but then you hear screams.

“Something’s happening, we need go check it out!” You push him further and get your feet on the floor, running back into the living room where the noises came from.

Cursing under his breath, Xiaojun follows you.

“Get down!” You hear someone yell as you get to the door and instantly follow through.

Looking around you can see the windows are broken and there are pieces of glass all over the floor. All your co-workers are hiding behind furniture, except one.

“What’s happening?” You ask Mark which was the closest one to you.

“I d-don’t know, we were j-just doing the game and s-suddenly arrows started coming through the w-window…” Mark stutters clearly terrified with the situation.

“Arrows?” You scrunch your eyebrows. “What the hell is going on? And why is Jungwoo just laying there?”

“Shit!” Mark curses as you all take a closer look noticing an arrow pierced straight across Jungwoo’s chest.

“Jungwoo!” Doyoung crawls to him trying to wake him up but it was too late.

“What the fuck?!” Mark joins the lifeless body unsure on what to do.

And then you see Shotaro sitting next to where Mark was, hands on his head, torso moving back and forward as he whisper “no” over and over again.

“It’s gonna be ok.” Crawling to him you grab your arms around Shotaro’s frame trying to calm him down. “Where’s Haechan?”

At the sound of his name, Haechan groans from a hidden corner. Mark hurries to him only to see an arrow pierced through his thigh.

“He’s hurt!” He shouts in panic.

“Keep your voice down!” Doyoung warns him. “They might still be out there.”

“Who the hell is doing this?” Mark tries to pull the arrow from Haechan’s leg but the younger just groans more.

“Why are they doing this to us?” Shotaro’s voice is small as he looks at you with watering eyes.

“I don’t know…” You bite your lip trying not to cry too. “Does anyone have their cellphones? We need to call the police!”

“No service.” Xiaojun speaks for the first time since you two got to the living room, after checking his and placing it back on his pocket. “ But I think there’s a phone in the hall. I’ll give it a try.”

“Did you see anyone outside?” You ask still trying to understand what’s happening.

“It’s dark already and there are no lights outside.” Doyoung explains still trying to figure out how to help Haechan.

“How’s idea was it to come to the middle of nowhere anyway?” Mark sounds desperate.

“I think it was-” Doyoung recalls but gets interrupted when Xiaojun comes back.

“Phone’s off, whoever’s doing this probably cut the line.”

“Fuck!” Haechan screams and Shotaro’s cries become louder.

“It’s gonna be ok.” You hold him tighter. “I’m taking him to one of the rooms until we figure this out.”

Wrapping one of Shotaro’s arms around your shoulders you carry him to an empty room and help him lay in bed.

“We’re getting out of this.” You hold his hand. “We’re going to find a way to call the police and they’ll come to rescue us in no time.”

“Promise?” His pleading eyes begging you to be right.

“Promise.” Without certainty you just hope you’re not lying. “I’m going back to see what we can do.”

“No!” He squeezes your hand tighter. “Don’t leave me alone, please!”

“It’s ok Shotaro, I’ll be right back. Lock the door behind me so nobody comes in and only open if it’s one of us.” Nodding reluctantly he lets you go.

Once you’re gone, he starts to get up, grabbing the key on the night stand, when he notices a silhouette behind the door. He squints his eyes trying to understand what it is but before he can say anything he feels the cold of a blade swiping across his throat. Blood squirts all over the room, his hands not enough to stagnate the bleeding and his voice is gone right before his life.

Back in the living room Mark’s nerves kept getting the best out of him.

“Fuck!” He shouts. “What are we going to do?!”

“Calm down!” Doyoung yells back, hands holding his cardigan around Haechan’s wound, the boy still groaning at the pain. “We just need to find things to defend ourselves and maybe wait until the morning to go seek for help.”

“Wait until the morning?” Mark snorts. “Fuck this, I’m gonna get the police myself.”

“Mark wait!” Doyoung calls but the boy is already grabbing his car keys and walking out the door.

“Where’s he going?” You ask having just arrived to the living room.

Outside Mark runs carefully to where all the vehicles are parked, looking for his until he notices a particular one.

“Is that Yangyang’s car?” He tilts he head walking closer but suddenly his eyes widen. “Wait, is he doing this shit?”

Upon closer look he notices there are some words written on the window in red.

“You’re next.” He reads. “What the hell does that mean?”

Mark reaches for the door, opening it surprised it was unlocked, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw inside.

“Yangyang!?” His hands start shaking as he reaches for him, removing the jacket that was draped over the man’s torso. “Fuck!”

With a hand on his mouth he steps back from the vehicle after seeing Yangyang’s chest and stomach slashed, guts going past the skin. He keeps walking backwards, in shock with what he saw until he feels a hand on his shoulder. But instead of looking back he looks down to his stomach where the bloody blade of a sword shines against the moonlight.

The weapon slides back from where it came from and he falls on his knees, blood bursting through his mouth. The attacker’s foot pushes him all the way to the ground making Mark turn around to face him.

“Is this a joke!?” Mark’s last words before the sword pierces through his chest as the attacker finishes the job.

“We can’t just sit around and wait, we have to do something.” You mutter.

“Should we check on Mark?” Xiaojun questions. “It’s been a while since he went outside and we haven’t heard any car.”

“I think it’s too risky.” Doyoung comments. “If something happened to him we might be next.”

“We should find some weapons.” You look around the living room searching for things you can use.

“You’re right, maybe we should go into the kitchen and gets some knifes and other sharp objects.” Doyoung suggests.

“Yeah that makes sense.” You already make your way to the kitchen before you hear Haechan groan yet again.

“I can’t, I can’t!” He tells Doyoung who tries to help him up.

“Alright, you just wait here and we’ll be right back.” He puts him back down.

“But don’t leave me here alone!, I don’t want to die, please!” Haechan whines.

“I can stay here with him and you two can go get some weapons.” Xiaojun offers, already walking to the wounded boy.

“Let’s go then.” You tell Doyoung and you both leave the room.

Instantly you start checking every drawer and cabinets placing everything you can use over the counter. You can’t believe just moments ago there was a high chance you were going to get lucky right here and now you’re trying to find a way not to get killed.

“Was that door open when you came here earlier?” Doyoung asks noticing the exit to the backyard of the house was only partially closed.

“I don’t know… ” You tilt your head as you walk to it but stop when you see red marks on the floor. “Is this b-blood?”

“Damn it.” Doyoung follows the trail into the kitchen storage and carefully place his shaking hand on the knob slowly twisting it open.

You both scream when Mark’s lifeless body hits the floor, more and more blood spreading around the tile floor. In the wall behind where he was, the words “You’re next” are dripping in blood.

“What was that?” Haechan’s eyes widen and the muffled screaming sounds.

“I’ll go check it out.” Xiaojun starts to get up but Haechan grabs onto his arm.

“No, no, no! Don’t leave me here by myself!”

“What if they need help?” Xiaojun explains. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh man, why do I have to go along with every work activity?” Haechan keeps whining as he holds onto to his leg being left alone in the living room.

“Is he d-dead?” Doyoung stutters and you finally see a trace of fragility when he has been the most rationally and put together so far.

“I think so…” You state the obvious before turning around. “We need to go back- Doyoung watch out!”

Pulling him to you, the sharp weapon on the attacker’s hand that was sneaking behind Doyoung barely misses his arm. As you two try to avoid getting hurt by the sword that swings in your direction, Doyoung ends up slipping on Marks blood when you’re able to go around the counter heading towards the door. The boy sees his life flash before his eyes having become an easy target for the masked killer.

The sword lifts into the air and Doyoung closes his eyes but then nothing happens. He re-opens them and sees the attacker’s body falling right by his side, butchers knife stuck on his skull.

“Shit…” You pant having saved Doyoung but killed someone else instead.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” He quickly gets up and away from the killer.

“No worries.” You take a deep breath, calming your heart that’s filled with adrenaline. “What’s up with the Squid Game masks though?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find out who’d behind it.”

Doyoung scrunches down and reaches for the black mask with the square shape, removing it to reveal the attacker’s identity.

“Jaemin?” He gasps.

“You know that guy?” You ask in confusion.

“Yeah, he was in the team before you joined.” Doyoung stands back up still shocked with the reveal. “He and this other guy, Jeno, were apparently doing some shady work and ended up getting caught transferring company funds into this bank account they had under a false name.”

“Is this revenge then?” You wonder.

“Mostly likely, after all, it was me that exposed the case to management… But they didn’t know, they just knew it was someone on the team.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I knew they were crazy, I just never knew they’d do something like this.”

“We need to tell the others. That Jeno guy is probably here somewhere too.” You suggest handing him the biggest knife on the counter. “Take that and go get Shotaro, he’s in the room next to the stairs. I’ll take what I can and go to the living room.”

“Ok.” He grabs the weapon and looks back when he reaches the door. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

“Get away from me!” You yelp startled by Haechan’s scream almost dropping everything on the floor.

“It’s just me.” Walking to him you start laying out what you brought on the floor.

“What took you so long?” He sighs in relief. “And what were those screams a while ago?”

“It’s Mark. He’s…” You can’t even say the others.

“No!” He cries.

“Haechan, where’s Xiaojun?” You suddenly remember. “Wasn’t he supposed to be here with you?”

“He went looking for you after you screamed, didn’t you see him?” He explains but you just shake your head. “Where’s Doyoung though?”

“Shotaro?” Doyoung knocks on the door where he believes he will find him but there’s no answer.

Reaching for the knob he opens the door only to see Shotaro sprawled over the bed in a pool of blood and the words “You’re next” written on the wall.

“Damn it, not you too…” Running his hands through his hair, Doyoung can’t help but feel like this is all his fault, if only he had kept his mouth shut.

“Doyoung!” You finally see him back in the living room but he comes alone. “Where’s Shotaro?”

“He…” His voice trembles and you can tell he no longer has strength in him to act strong. “He’s dead.”

“No!” Haechan groans both in pain from is leg and one more of his friends gone.

You remain silent, guilt taken over you. If only you hadn’t taken Shotaro to a different room and left him alone, maybe you’d have been able to save him, maybe he’s still be here with you, alive.

“Where’s Xiaojun?” Doyoung asks. “Don’t tell me he…”

“No!” You suddenly say. “Well, I hope not. Apparently he went looking for us but I didn’t see him, did you?”

“No. Should we look for him?” He suggest.

“Oh come guys don’t leave me here alone again!” Haechan whines.

“Here,” you pass him a couple of sharp knives you brought from the kitchen, “use this if someone comes in. But please don’t attack us.”

“Just…” He sighs. “Hurry back, please.”

“We will.” You promise and take two of the knives handing it to Doyoung, “Take one too.”

“Thanks. I’ll check upstairs and you search down here, ok?” He instructs and you nod. “If anything happens just scream and I’ll come running.”

“Same.” You two take a deep breath before silently going on your ways.

On the upper floor Doyoung glances inside every room, knife held high ready to stab anyone that crosses his path. Well everyone except the person he’s looking for. Suddenly he passes by an half open door and sees someone inside.

“Xiaojun?” He whispers grabbing the attention of the man inside.

“Oh, Doyoung.” He turns around with widen eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with Y/N.”

“I was but then you disappeared so we came looking for you.“ He explains. ”Why do you have that?”

“This?” Xiaojun looks down at the black mask with a white circle. “I found this here.”

“That’s what they’re wearing, maybe they’ve been here.” Doyoung wonders.

“Who?”

“The killers. Me and Y/N ran into one in the kitchen, he came at me and she…” He gulps, hard for him to recall the situation. “She saved my life.”

“She killed him?” Xiaojun’s surprised you’d actually be capable of doing it.

“Yeah…” Doyoung sighs. “But you’ll never guess who it is. Jaemin. And we think Jeno might be on it too.”

“Our ex co-workers? The ones you got fired?” Xiaojun recalls.

“How’d you know?” Doyoung’s eyes go wide.

“You just told me.” With a smirk Xiaojun continues. “Hey Doyoung, do you mind taking a step to your right?”

“Sure, but why?” He asks while moving to the side.

Xiaojun’s grin is the last thing Doyoung sees before feeling blood running down his face when an axe punctures through his skull. His body falls on the floor, face down, like a rug doll. The killer with a black mask and a white triangle steps his foot on Doyoung’s head as he removes the bloody weapon.

“So it was really him, huh?” Jeno says lifting up his mask. “Fucking dick, I knew it.”

“And now we know for sure.” Xiaojun adds. “Good thing I wasn’t caught as well.”

“Yeah lucky you.” Jeno rolls his eyes. “But now we got something more important to discuss.”

“What?” Xiaojun steps back as the other gets closer, tightening his grip around the axe.

“You said she’d cause no trouble, just an innocent girl. And now Jaemin’s dead.” Jeno speaks through clenched teeth.

“I had no idea that was going to happen.” Xiaojun shrugs. “Who knew that little bitch had it in her.”

“I know she’s supposed to be your witness to get out of this mess but you know there’s no way she’s coming out of here alive, right?” Jeno scoffs.

“Well, you could’ve at least gave me some time to have fun with her in the kitchen earlier, but you just couldn’t wait to start the Robin Wood feast could you?” Xiaojun roll his eyes. “Can you at least let me try to get some before you do it?”

“Is that all you think about?” Jeno tries hard not to shout. ”She killed my fucking best friend!”

“Jeno.” Xiaojun places his hand on the other’s shoulder with a grin. “Collateral damage. The deal’s still on, and now it’s all for you.”

“Collateral damage!? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking about-” Suddenly there’s a noise coming from the stairs. “That bitch dies now and who knows, maybe you’re next.”

Putting the mask back on his face, Jeno walks out the door searching for you.

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll take care of this.” Xiaojun rolls his eyes staring at the lifeless body on the floor. “You’re welcome!”

After searching the ground floor without any success you wonder if you should go up and find Doyoung. Taking the first step it makes a cracking noise that echos all around the silent house so you hesitate to take more. While you’re pondering you hear someone approach the stairs.

“Doyoung?” You ask but when the figure turns the corner you recognise the outfit. “Shit!”

Jeno comes running down the stairs as you head to the kitchen and out the back door. He follows you closely, axe in hand and a mad thirst for your blood. Once outside you have no idea where to go so you just run and run until you find yourself in the woods. You can’t exactly see where you’re going but you know he’s right behind you so you know you just can’t stop running.

But since you can’t see the floor you also don’t see the aerial roots of a tree that you can’t avoid tripping onto and fall on the ground. You try to get up and back away but Jeno quickly hovers you and you can almost see the smile behind the mask. Your hands roam on your side trying to find something to save yourself as he straddles your lap lifting up the axe.

“Good girls should know to stay quiet and not get on big man’s business.” He laughs but then stops as he sees a grin grow on your face. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” Grabbing the rock you found on the floor you swing it against his head with all the strength in you, making his body fall to your side. “Well, big men should know to stay out of good girl’s business.”

“Step back!” Haechan screams ready to throw a knife at the person that entered the living room.

“It’s ok, it’s me.” Xiaojun calmly says lifting up his mask.

“You guys need to stop scaring me like this!” Pressing a hand on his chest, Haechan sighs in relief. “Why are you dressed like that? Don’t you know that’s what the attackers are wearing?”

“You know,” Xiaojun shrugs as he walks to the other, “just trying to blend in.”

“Well you should take it off, Y/N and Doyoung might accidentally hurt you.” Haechan advises dropping his weapon. “Where are they by the way.”

“Oh, they’re gone, Haechan.” Xiaojun gets on his knees next to his colleague.

“What!?” Haechan cries. “No, that can’t be true!”

“But it is.” Xiaojun grabs the knife the other was previously holding, running his finger through the blade. “I guess it’s just you and me now. Who do you think is next?”

“Next to what? What are you talking about, Xiaojun?” Haechan doesn’t know what’s happening but his body knows it’s time to be scared.

“Wrong answer, Haechan.” Xiaojun lowers he lips to the other’s ear and whispers. “The right answer is you.”

Haechan gasps as he feels the cold blade slowly and painfully enter his stomach. Xiaojun twists the knife around making sure to destroy his insides and make more and more blood come out of him. Haechan is quick to take his last breath, already weak from his first injury that has been bleeding for hours.

Getting up, Xiaojun gathers some blood on his fingers and starts writing the famous words on the wall: “You’re next”. But then he senses someone in the room. Before turning around he slowly lowers his mask to cover his face.

“Oh it’s you.” He lets out a relieved breath as he recognises the Squid Game outfit with the triangle shape on the mask. “Did you finish her? This one is gone too so there’s no one left and we can just end this.”

The other person stays quiet but Xiaojun is too much inside his plan to even notice, throwing his mask on the floor and continuing his rambling while he finishes the message on the wall.

“So you made me lose my witness but we can still make this work. They’ll just have to believe my story of the ‘bad men that came and killed all my friends so I had to pretend I was dead to save my life’ or whatever.” Xiaojun laughs thinking he’s a genius for this plan. “So it will take me a while to go back into the office, you know, emotional damage and what not. But I’ll say two weeks until they offer me that promotion because, well, there’s literally no one else. Then in no time I’ll be in the management board and get you back in so we can finish what we started.”

“So that’s why you did it?” Xiaojun stops in surprise as he expected to hear Jeno’s voice behind the mask. “All for a fucking promotion?”

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” He turns around with his bloody hands in the air as he sees the axe Jeno had earlier on your hands. “Just let me explain.”

“You just explained everything, Xiaojun.” You remove your mask to reveal Jeno’s blood all over your face. “I had no idea you could do something like this. And you were in on their money scheme too? I guess a few weeks is definitely not enough to get to know someone. You’re insane.”

“Am I? That was not your opinion earlier when your legs wrapped around my waist, begging me to fuck your brains out.” He smirks. “C’mon baby, with those two idiots out of the picture you can be my new ally. Like I said before, we do make a great pair. In just a year we can be swimming in money on paradise island in the pacific ocean. What do you say?”

“I say fuck you, Xiaojun.” You swing the axe his way but he smoothly avoids it.

You chase him around the living room trying to hit him with the axe until he gets a hold of a bigger knife and starts attacking back. Somehow he’s able to get a hold of your wrists and knocks your weapon off your hand but your don’t give up pushing him onto the floor as you hold his knife away from you.

An intense battle as your bodies rolls on the floor suddenly stops when you hear skin being pierced with a blade. Blood starts coming out of his mouth as he looks down and see you were able to flip the weapon and stab him with it.

Rolling your bodies once more, you straddle his lap, removing the knife from his hands and holding it in the air. You take a deep breath as you watch his bushed face. Only know you notice the sun is rising as the light from outside shines illuminates his bloody features.

“Tell me, Xiaojun, was it worth it?” You ask for his final words. “Betraying all your colleagues for a few bucks?”

“I’d do it all over again.” Xiaojun has the audacity to speak with a smirk that makes the anger boil in your veins.

With a scream you lower the knife straight into his heart, finally ending the nightmare. But before you can celebrate the fact that you managed to survive this crazy night someone bursts through the front door.

“Police! Drop your weapon and step away from the body with hands in the air!”

Before you turn around and claim your innocence, you look down and realise you’re the one wearing the killers clothing with a knife in your hand and you’re pretty sure they saw you kill your colleague, how are they going to believe you?

Fuck.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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