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winches-ter · 7 years

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Dagger (part 4)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card. But when an old, forgotten rival suddenly rises, things start to get complicated.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (end)

“Two broken ribs, one dislocated shoulder, extensive loss of blood, dehydration, an alarming drop in the blood glucose levels and lots of internal bleeding.” The nurse tore her gaze from the chart and stared up at me, then at Jiyong. “Car accident, you say?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“She was stuck in there for a long time.” Daesung replied, in a matter of fact tone, that only made the nurse more suspicious. She proceeded to leave the room, but not before giving all five of them the dirtiest look she was capable of. “I’ll come back to check up on you later, dear.”

As soon as she left the room, I burst into laughter, and soon, all six of us were in fits.

“You guys can go home.” Jiyong said after a while, turning to the rest of them, “it’s been a long day. Get some rest.”

“If you think, for even a second, that we’re leaving her, or you, alone with that shady nurse, you need to rethink our entire relationship, Kwon Jiyong.” Taeyang said, patting Jiyong on the shoulder, and then making himself comfortable on the couch in the VIP room, followed by the rest of them nodding and finding places for themselves on the rest of the couches.

Although he pretended to be annoyed, all of us knew he was actually grateful for their presence. But unlike the rest of them, he sat on a chair next to my bed.

“They said they’ll let you go tomorrow, it’s just a precautionary admission.” He said, somehow managing to sound relieved and worried at the same time.

“I suppose that’s good then, I don’t think that nurse is very fond of you guys.” I replied, with mock concern in my voice.

“I don’t think she’s fond of any guys with the way she was looking at you.”

“I don’t blame her. I’m practically irresistible.” I joked, but something dark stirred in me then. “Midnight certainly seemed to think so.”

“Don’t even…” His voice trailed off. “I’ll never let him take you again you know that right?”

“He’s like double my age. It’s just… disgusting.”

“Yeah well, in his defence… oh who am I kidding it makes me want to throw up.”

“Tell me about him.”

“What?”

“About midnight, why did he capture dad?”

He let out a sharp breath. His hands were on the side rail of my bed, clutching it so hard, his knuckles went white. “Midnight’s was the biggest company at that time.” He began, “I was eighteen then, and you were barely eight. Our company was doing really well too, and dad was very happy about it. But Midnight wasn’t. He was threatened by us. So, at first he started warming up to dad. Pretending he cared about our company, advising him on his business ventures, playing golf together, the usual bromance. Then, one day he offered to buy our company. When dad refused, he showed his true colours. He sent threats to dad, about the company, about us. We knew nothing about Deathstroke then. But then one night, he took dad. His men would’ve killed us too, had the guys not been there with me.” He paused, looking at the four dorks. Three of them were throwing pillows at Seungri, who was running around the couches in self-defence, with hands protecting nothing but his face. “We knew that would not be the last time he attacked us, so we started preparing for it. We found out about his minions, trained, got to know about his hideouts, trained, made plans, trained, and when we knew we were ready, we attacked.

“It took him by surprise, so we got the advantage. But finding dad took a lot of time. And when we did, it was too late.” He said looking down, grief evident in every inch of his posture.

“Midnight and his right hand were the only people who escaped from the building that day. And the fact that he’s still alive, that is the single greatest regret of my life.” He said, with hatred I had never heard in his voice before. “But, it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to drive a stake through his heart this time.”

“Can I break his limbs first?” I ask, only half joking.

“Be my guest.” He smirked.

“Yah Jiyong-ah, let her sleep. Come here, we need to plan the next moves too.” TOP shouted from the couch, dodging a pillow from Seungri.

“Rest”, he said, as he got up to go to the others.

Sleep was a sweet luxury, and it came almost too easily.

I was ten when Jiyong had given me my first dagger. It was beautiful, and I had sworn in that moment, that I would never use it unless the occasion was befitting enough. It laid on the side of my right thigh now, the cold metallic sheath rendering it passive, like a beast in its cage. For two weeks we had been planning, working, staying up till the early morning hours, trying to tie any loose ends. And now, finally, as we stood at his front gate, Midnight was going to get what he deserved.

“So, like every intelligent person in any action movie would say, we’re going to split up. But, we’re not going to meet at the door; we’re going to meet in his office.” Jiyong said, for the final time. “Y/n, you’re obviously with me, TOP hyung with the panda, Tae with Dae” He paused, “And guys, let’s meet again in one piece. Split.”

With that all of us shuffled in the different passageways of the building. Our guns were held against our chest, ready to empty out on anyone who dared to stop us, but our minds were set on one goal, and one goal only. Kill Midnight.

The two of us walked back to back, Jiyong looking out behind us, while I watched the front. There was uncanny silence in the first few hallways, even as we proceeded to the upper floors.

“So either they’re really good at camouflaging themselves, or there’s actually no one here.” Jiyong said, with a flicker of doubt in his voice, which did not help the anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

“Let’s at least go up to the office, recollect, then plan our next course of action.” I answer, hoping we were not walking straight into a trap.

“Since when did you get intelligent?”

“Zip it, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

I have to admit, it did make me feel better.

Eventually, we made it to the top floor, without encountering a single guard on our way. Something felt wrong. Very wrong, and I could see it in Jiyong’s eyes that he felt it too. As he pushed the door open to the final floor, there were hundreds of simultaneous clicks, as an intimidatingly large crowd of guards turned towards us, weapons at ready, and we froze. About a second later, Taeyang and Daesung entered the floor from some other stairway, and half the guards turned towards them, when I realised, TOP and Seungri were already there.

“All of you, put your hands where I can see them” One of them, presumably the alpha shouted from the door of Midnight’s office. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Alright, listen up, douche bag.” Jiyong shouted from next to me “We don’t take orders from wannabees who hide their asses among their human shields. Now, I suggest you go and tell Midnight, none of you are going to leave this building alive tonight. Not even him.” And he fired the first shot at the guy right in front of us.

Soon, the silence of the building was engulfed in gunshots and gasps as an intense gunfight commenced. But as the guards fell one by one, and we dodged almost too many bullets aimed at us, the dwindled hope was rekindling somewhere in the back of my mind.

Given the lack of bullets, we had to make our shots count, and our years of training, ensured that we did. When there was only one bullet left in my gun, and a lot less men than they had initially begun with, I used the gun as an extension of my arm, as I grabbed a man, kicked him in his abdomen which made his head bow, and hit him on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. There were still bullets being fired around us, but I dodged them as I grabbed another man by the arm, twisted it and then walked him in front of me as a shield. From the sound of the punches behind me, I could tell Jiyong was out of his ammo as well, and was almost right behind me.

In front, TOP and Daesung were somehow fighting as a unit, back to back, and I winced as I saw blood on the side of Daesung’s face. Seungri and Taeyang, who were each on opposite sides of the corridor, were still firing, with each fired bullet burying itself in a person. They were careful, unlike the rest of us, to not exhaust their bullets sooner than necessary.

As the door came closer, the man who was standing in front of it became more and more frustrated. And when there were less than three steps between us, I knocked out the guy who was my shield.

“I don’t suppose you’ll simply step aside peacefully?” I say, taunting.

He replied with an attempted punch, that was blocked with my palm, But I couldn’t get a hit either as he dodged my attack. I tried another uppercut, which too was dodged with a smug, annoying grin. Determined to not give him the satisfaction, I kept hurling punches at him, some hitting the mark, others, not so much, until my still wounded shoulder decided it had had enough. Then, it was his turn.

I tried to move as stealthily as possible, hoping to not reopen any old wounds, but also to not gain any new ones. I could see Jiyong out of the corner of my eye as he picked the lock to the door, while I dodged a kick the guy threw at me. “Jesus, not the face asshat” I said, and in that exact moment, Jiyong flew the door open that drew the guard’s attention, and I used the opportunity to kick him in the gap created by his legs, and then knocked him out.

As I walked in after Jiyong, the first thing my eyes captured, were the chains in the back wall. The blood, still on the floor, though it had all dried up now. A strong wave of hatred crashed through me as I turned to the other side where Jiyong was engaged in hand-to-hand with a man double his size, barely familiar, but my attention was behind them, on Midnight, who stood smug as ever, his piercing eyes taking in my form, and I suddenly felt rage tingling through every inch of my skin.

“Couldn’t stay away from me, could you, Princess?” He said, without any hint of regret.

“Yeah, how could I possibly stay away, knowing you still had all of your limbs intact?”

He wheezed again, that horrible, infuriating sound made my blood boil to the point of vaporising out of my veins. “I’m all yours, Princess.”

I dint need the cue as I lunged at him, throwing him off balance as I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall behind. “Brings back memories of our good times, doesn’t it” He spoke, as well as he could in his current state, but that grin never left his irksome face. I tried to punch him with my free hand, but he blocked it and gripped my hand that held his throat, and pushed it away from his neck. Every time he touched me, it made me want to jump out of my skin.

Jerking my hand free from his grasp, I used my elbow to hit his nose, hoping to stimulate the tear ducts to blur his vision. Blood flew out from his nose and I noticed the slightest break in his expression. Yes, success.

He swung his arm at me with impossible speed, and I barely managed to duck out of it, when I felt its impact with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Using his temporary blindness to my advantage, I grabbed his arm before he could retract it from the punch and brought the other hand down on his forearm in a slice, followed by the satisfying sound of his radius cracking, and him screaming out in pain. “Now these are the memories I’ll never forget.” I said, as he backed away from my reach, holding his broken arm with the other. His haughtiness gave way to desperation and fury. With an animalistic roar, he charged towards me flying punches and kicks as I tried hard to keep up and land my fair share of hits. In the heat of the action, I pulled out the dagger from my belt, and swung it in a clean slice, cutting his cheek as blood poured out.

“Bitch.” He breathed as he tried to take control of my weapon bearing hand. “Whatever happened to ‘princess’, dickbag? I was almost getting used to it.” I replied, determined not to lose hold of the dagger. I rotated the weapon in my hand so the metal faced him and raised the arm to hopefully stab him. But in that moment, he captured my wrist, and forced it to turn against me, the blade centimeters away from my chest, as I fought against it.

With no better option available, I head-butted him, as he fell backwards, and the knife cut the skin in my chest in the momentum. I then grabbed him by the collars, and crashed my knee into his, satisfied, as I felt it dislocate and he went down. I took his unbroken arm and twisted it behind his head, inviting another scream of pain, and finally, I take a look at Jiyong. The man he was fighting, looked strong, nevertheless, Jiyong had landed some pretty strong hits. There were still guns firing and people fighting outside, as I knelt down behind Midnight, his broken form making every bone in my body buzz with mirth. I picked up the dagger, and brought it to his throat, and dug the edge into his neck, painfully slow, barely enough to let some blood flow.

“You don’t have the guts, do you, princess?” He asked, trying, and failing to sound composed.

“I wouldn’t try me if I were you, bitch.” I said as I took out my gun with the other hand, aimed at the man who now had Jiyong in a headlock, and shot the last bullet into his heart. The man collapsed with a thud, and silence fell, both inside and outside.

“I had him.” Jiyong said, mockingly.

“I know. I needed the help.” I reply, with fake helplessness that made him smirk.

“Hey dickhead, remember me? I beat your ass last time too.” Jiyong said, talking the knife from my hand as four figures appeared behind him.

“Just do it already.” Taeyang said, and flashing a victory smile, Jiyong brought down the dagger like a hammer, and it went straight through his rib cage.

Blood poured out of Midnight’s mouth and as I let his arm free, he collapsed to the ground. Dead.

“Can we go get tacos now?” I asked, innocently, looking up at the five men around me, grinning, as a familiar adrenaline rush coursed its way through my system on seeing them all together.

“Anything for you, princess.” Jiyong teased.

“I still have another bullet left you know?” I taunt back, mocking.

“I have a dagger. Bring it on.” He said, still smiling so wide, his eyes shrunk completely.

“Jerk.” I cursed.

“Bitch.” He said, putting an arm across my shoulders, as all of us headed out into the night.

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key201303 · 3 years

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I have a question for all the fantasies reading this👀

Which member would you like to see on a Mafia fic with Youngbin to be your best friend?? 🤔🤔

#kpop #kpop mafia au #sf9 #sf9 x reader #sf9 imagine #sf9 youngbin #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 rowoon #sf9 zuho #sf9 taeyang #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 youngkyun #sf9 chani #sf9 chanhee

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years

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Hatred and Love(ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 1

When you get abducted, your captor is someone you would never have expected.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino and Hanbin. It will also feature EXO’s Kai in the later chapters.

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Eventual smut, Sexual abuse, Abduction, Guns and Knives

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Jiyong. G Dragon. GD. The same person. Such drastically different sides. A living legend. A pathbreaker in kpop. A trendsetter in fashion. Just all round incredible. For more reasons than one. The man had a side job. He was the head of a mafia gang. It was a well-kept secret, but there was no denying that Jiyong, the mafia boss, was a terrifying man. He had absolutely no emotion when it came to running the gang, and that’s what made him terrifying. There was no appeal either his gang members could give him, or his victims could give him that would work, because he would never empathise with them. The whole image of Jiyong being a shy, cute guy was a clever front for his side business. Whatever deals he made, he never went back on, so he quickly became the best in the business. It wasn’t for nothing that he became the richest kpop star, you know.

He was sitting in his room, leaning back and just about to close his eyes when he got a call.

“Is this Mr.Jiyong?”

With his eyes still closed, Jiyong responded.

“And if this is him, what do you need?”

This rather frantic sounding voice replied saying,

“I have a job for you. I need you to abduct someone.”

Jiyong finally opened his eyes. So this was a serious call after all. Jiyong’s tone icy as ever, he asked,

“Are you aware of my rates?”

The same frantic voice answered, sounding a little irritated.

“I’ll give you as much money as you want. I don’t care about the cost. Just get the job done.”

Jiyong started to get annoyed. Was this client implying he wouldn’t be able to get the job done? Jiyong didn’t bother reassuring him, because Jiyong never reassured people. He simply said,

“Anything else you want me to do?”

The man’s voice dropped.

“Abduct her. Torture her. Send a video to her father. I need him to sign some papers, and he keeps refusing. He won’t refuse if his daughter’s life is on the line. If he still doesn’t sign,”

he paused,

“kill her.”

Jiyong nodded, jotting down the details. This was standard stuff. Must be some business partner’s daughter. This client didn’t sound like it was his first time asking the mafia for something. Maybe this girl was also part of a mafia family. The client sighed.

“I wouldn’t have gone this far if my brother had just signed the damn papers.”

Jiyong froze. Even to a beast like him, family was family. There were some of his family and friends he would do anything for. He felt disgusted for a second, but shook it off. Business was business.

“Okay, we will be able to do that. Send me her details and where to find her.”

You had only gotten to Korea a few months ago, barely settling into your new job. You were struggling a little with the new place and the new culture, but you were enjoying the freedom from your family. At home, things were always complicated. Your father and his brothers were constantly fighting over money and property, and somehow, being around that negative environment was never good for you. You knew your uncles. You knew they were in the wrong. You knew how they were constantly coercing people and blackmailing people. You knew how they constantly cheated people. You knew how they ill-treated your grandparents. You knew your father was fighting for the right thing, but it was exhausting to be around. Which is why when you got a new job in Seoul as a PR rep for a company, you jumped at the chance to go. Your father was very worried about sending you away, but you never fully understood the worry, confident that you’d be fine in a new place. As you sat in the trunk of a car, gagged, cuffed and blindfolded, you finally understood why he was worried.

When they finally removed the cover off your head, you were sitting, tied to a chair, in the middle of a dimly lit, crowded room. There was a man sitting a few feet across from you, legs crossed and staring at you. As you blinked to adjust to the light, you slowly started to make out the features of his face. You recognised those features. You were a fan, or at least, you used to be. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw him. Some of his men at the back laughed when they saw that, but his expression remained unchanged. Unflinching, uncaring, intense. After that though, you clamped down on yourself. You made up your mind to refuse to speak. You father had enough and more problems on his hands. You were not going to be one of them. You were certain you’d survive this. You didn’t know why you had that implicit faith, but you just did. You had to.

Jiyong looked at you, trying to gauge you. He was expecting more fear or even anger in your eyes, but he was not expecting a stubborn obstinacy to be there. A determination that was rare in such situations. His eyes slowly raked over the rest of you. His men and their looks, comments and whistles had already established that you were attractive, but he surprised himself when he looked at your face and found himself thinking you were stunning. He had abducted plenty of women before, and a good number of them were attractive, and he had never thought that before, but somehow, the sight of you sitting there, your hair dishevelled, your white shirt crumpled, your shorts torn and your eyes glaring at him with that insane determination did something to him. Constantly maintaining his poker face, in his low, cold voice, he said,

“Call her father.”

There was a slight pause.

“Daesung, torture her. Nothing too serious. Just enough to make her scream. Don’t touch the face though.”

He paused to smirk lightly.

“She’s a pretty thing.”

At that moment, you looked up at him and decided that you loathed the man.

Jiyong held the phone while they dialed your father’s number and Daesung stepped forward with a whip. You bit down on your lip determined not to scream. You knew they wanted to make your father hear you scream. You knew that if he heard you scream, he would go insane with worry. And so, as the first lash hit you, the pain searing through your thigh, you kept quiet, even though your body felt like it was on fire. They expected you to give in and scream with the first three lashes, but after you still hadn’t screamed with 10, they switched it up. You were crying from the pain, and your lips were bleeding from how hard you bit them, but you felt oddly exalted. You weren’t screaming. Daesung undid the ropes tying you to the chair and picked you up, and began punching you in the stomach, and although you desperately wanted it to stop, and you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, you held on, not screaming. Finally, Daesung took out a switch blade. Jiyong felt a slow sense of panic rise in him, and just as he cut the call, and said,

“Enough.”,

Daesung stabbed you in the stomach. It wasn’t too deep a cut, but as you watched the blood stain your shirt, you felt the need to laugh. Jiyong, still maintaining the poker face, said,

“Everybody out. Hanbin, Youngbae and Daesung stay.”

They, along with Mino and Seunghyun hyung, were part of Jiyong’s inner circle. They weren’t just his men. They were his friends. They were his family. They knew something was off by the way Jiyong said that. Still maintaining the poker face as the leader, Jiyong said,

“Hanbin, get the other room ready. She’ll be kept there. You will be in charge of getting her food and water. Tell the boys that no one is to touch her.”

He turned to Daesung and Youngbae.

“Put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding. Bring her up to my room.”

And he left for his room.

Daesung helped you up while Youngbae applied pressure on the wound. You were wary of them, especially Daesung, but he was surprisingly gentle when helping you, almost apologetically. They left you in Jiyong’s room, Youngbae giving you instructions on how to stop the bleeding, and Daesung slowly whispering,

“Sorry”

before leaving. You looked around you, wincing from the pain and the smell of blood. You were just about to sit when Jiyong entered the room. He looked different. His blazer was gone and his sleeves were rolled up. He was holding a first-aid kit. He looked at you, and said,

“Strip.”

You were annoyed with the man, but you were curious. Was the same man who ordered them to torture you going to give you first-aid? In the same detached tone as him, you replied,

“Why?”

He gestured to your wound.

“That needs to be taken care of.”

You looked at him, trying to figure him out. You also had a feeling he wouldn’t answer any more questions, so you just shrugged and slipped out of your shirt. He slowly walked over to you, and started disinfecting the wound. He was being surprisingly tender. He had never done this before. This wasn’t like him. He found himself looking at the lashes and the bruises, and feeling sad, which was definitely not like Jiyong. He never sympathised with the victims. He also couldn’t look up, because already, without looking at your face, there was a slight blush across his face from seeing you like that. He dressed your wound in silence, and after dressing it, he just walked out of the room, leaving you alone there to wonder what exactly was he thinking until Hanbin came to get you.

After that, things changed a little. You were moved to a room of your own. Granted, it had no windows, and all it had in it was an old couch and a study table, but it was still an improvement. At least it had an attached bathroom. Although they kept you locked up in there, Hanbin, on Jiyong’s orders, removed your gag, blindfold and handcuffs. It was much better for you this way, and you were doing okay. Jiyong had your phone with him, and you were dependant on Hanbin for pretty much everything, but it was better. You liked Hanbin. He was a nice guy. He would talk to you and check in on you even when he didn’t have to. From talking to him, you gathered that he was a nice guy. More sensitive. Always got attached to people when he shouldn’t have. Jiyong had warned him about that countless times, but Hanbin, being the sweetheart that he is, always did anyway. It was late in the evening the next day, and you were just peacefully relaxing, when you heard someone opening the door. You knew it wasn’t Hanbin, because he always knocked, so immediately, your guard went up. It was a man you didn’t recognise. He came in and smiled at you. It was a menacing smile. It made you nervous. Trying to keep your voice steady, you said,

“What’re you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

His smile grew wider. He came closer to you, until his face was only a few inches away from yours. In a second, before you could even react, he caught your hands, and held them painfully tight above your head. He pushed his knee between your legs, holding your legs in a vice-grip. He leaned in, close to your ear, and said,

“Look at you. Who do you think you are, you little bitch?”

He slapped you.

“You think you’re in a position to order me around.”

He laughed.

“Well, you’re not, and all you managed to do is make me angrier.”

He pushed his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue through your lips, and running his hands all over you body, groping you. He was just about to unzip his pants, when the door slammed open. It was Jiyong. As usual, he had his poker face on, but immediately, that man dropped your hands and stepped away from you, trembling. He knew Jiyong didn’t like being disobeyed. Jiyong slowly reached for his gun. He looked at the man.

“Joongi. Stay there.”

Joongi could only nod, trembling in fear. Jiyong took out his gun and pointed it straight at your forehead. He moved closer to a shocked you. He handed you the phone and said,

“Call your father. Tell him you’re here.”

Jiyong had been bothered by how he stopped them from torturing you all day. It wasn’t like him. It was more like him to send a picture of you, all bloody and bruised to your father. He didn’t like this new found vulnerability. He didn’t like the uncertainty of emotions. He thought about it all day and finally decided to make you call your father and tell him. He had no idea why you were being so stubborn, but he was sure he could make you crack. He couldn’t afford to disappoint a client, after all. He walked down to your room, feeling oddly nervous about what he was going to do. All of that disappeared though, when he noticed your rooms was unlocked and the lock had been picked. He started to feel worry rising in him. Hanbin wasn’t careless enough to make that kind of a mistake. He walked into the room to see Joongi kiss you and grope you while you tried to fight him, but failed. Jiyong felt this anger boil in him. He had killed many people in his career, but he had never felt this intense a desire to make someone feel pain and suffer. He would deal with Joongi later. For now, he had to make you call your father. He held a gun to your head, and told you to call your father.

You were shaking from what just happened, and you were scared because of the gun to your head, but you were determined to sound normal for your father. You called him. He answered on the first ring.

“Hi Sweetheart. How are you? How is the job?”

You took a deep breath. You looked at the gun and shrugged. If it was your time to go, you would. You looked straight into Jiyong’s eyes and decided you weren’t going to give in to this kind of pressure.

“Hi Dad. Everything is okay. I’m just getting used to things here.”

And just like that, with a gun to your head, you lapsed into your normal conversation with your dad. You smiled and continued talking to your dad as usual while staring into Jiyong’s cold eyes the whole time. Your dad suddenly asked something unusual.

“So, did you get to see your favourite kpop star? That Green dragon guy?”

You smiled. Jiyong’s eyes changed slightly.

“Dad, G Dragon. Not Green dragon. And yes, I did see him.”

“Why do you sound so disappointed Darling? Not as handsome as the pictures?”

You paused for a minute. Still looking into Jiyong’s eyes, you said,

“No Dad. He’s every bit as good looking as the pictures, it’s just his personality and values. I’m disappointed.”

And something in Jiyong just went off. He grabbed the phone from you and cut the call. Within seconds, he moved his gun to Joongi’s direction and without even looking away from your eyes, shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. He grabbed your face and pulled you closer until you were only an inch away from him. Teeth gritted, he asked,

“Why’re you disappointed in me?”

Refusing to back down, you replied, with your eyes blazing.

“Because I used to like you. I used to admire you. But now, I hate you.”

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istandwitness · 7 years

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Perilous - Teaser

Part I - Part II - Part III

Su Ji is the younger sister to Seung Hyun - world renowned mafia boss - and heir to his fortunes. She was taken from her home at age ten to live with him and their late grandfather, yet has been kept in the dark and away from the truth. Seung Hyun has done everything in his power to keep his little sister safe, but he can’t keep his profession a secret forever. On Su Ji’s eighteenth birthday, she walks in on a scene she wasn’t supposed to see, and is suddenly swept into a world that was underneath her the entire time.

Seoul was beautiful. The skyscrapers held their heads proudly as they towered over the bustling streets, and the shops that were laid out on each side of the roads glittered brilliantly with vibrant, neon lights and other fixtures. It was currently two o'clock in the morning, and the city was vibing with life. Adults paraded the streets, and every now and then you would see a group of girls stumbling out of a bar, giggling over trivial things. But, this was downtown. Nobody knew what happened elsewhere.

In the darkest parts of Seoul, no one stirred. The streets were empty and everything was shrouded in darkness, for not even the street lamps were lit. Every now and then you would hear the sound of a gun firing off, but everyone was so familiarized with it that not even a soul whispered a word. If there was one word to explain this part of the city, it would be perilous.

A black charger rolled down the street, it's headlights shining brightly as it lit the way. The car passed a park and then a few apartment complexes, before coming to stop in front of a small house situated in between a fishing store and meat market. A tinted window rolled down, and a boy barely older than sixteen peered out of it. His gaze fluttered as the driver's door opened, and out stepped a man dressed in all black, his dark hair gelled back. A black SUV pulled up behind them and once it parked, men similar in appearance to the first exited the vehicle. One of them opened the back door to the charger and it was the teenager's turn to climb out of the car. His hands slimmed out the black suit he was wearing, straightening his velvet mauve tie in the process. He looked up at the homely looking abode ahead and sighed. Now or never.

The house was dark and not a person stirred, but once the eldest man's knuckles rattled against the door, a lamp was turned on in the living area. Shuffling was heard from inside and soon enough the creak of the door opening was heard. A woman in her middle-ages appeared, black hair tied neatly into a bun. Her almond eyes widened when she saw who was at her door and as if on instinct she bowed. "Mr. Choi, I wasn't expecting you this late. I thought you were going to pick her up tomorrow?" Her voice was a hushed whisper. Her head turned as she looked at the bundle of blankets on the sofa, a small child curled up underneath them. "I'm sorry Jae Hwa, but as of now our time is limited. We must take her now." Mr. Choi, a man in his mid-fifties, spoke as clear as day. A soft whine was heard from inside the house. The woman known as Jae Hwa twisted the floral skirt she was wearing nervously, her attention shifting in between Mr. Choi and inside the house.

"Halmoni, who is it?" A small voice spoke from inside. A pair of tiny hands curled around Jae Hwa's skirt and out from behind her peered curious eyes. Mr. Choi kneeled down and smiled sweetly at the girl, reaching out to pat her head. The girl shied away from his gentle gesture, her attention shifting down to her bare feet. "It's alright, Su Ji. They're here to take you to your new home." The child's face brightened and she locked gazes with Mr. Choi. "Are you my appa?" She asked in a quiet voice. Jae Hwa hissed and went to swat at Su Ji for saying such a thing, but Mr. Choi stopped her and chuckled lightly. "No, my sweet girl. I'm your grandfather. This here," He stood up and patted the teenage boy standing next to him on the back, forcing him forward, "is your brother."

“Hey there pretty bird,” It was the boy's turn to kneel down in front of the girl, a grin gracing his lips. “I'm Seung Hyun, but you may call me oppa."

#mafia au #kpop #big bang #big bang scenarios #big bang mafia au #g-dragon mafia au #top mafia au #taeyang mafia au #daesung mafia au #seungri mafia au #ji yong mafia au #seung hyun mafia au #young bae mafia au #dae sung mafia au

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zuholymama · 5 years

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SF9 Crime Underworld! AU Character Profiles

This story is inspired by John Wick movie where we will see the SF9 members working as various roles from the movie. Each of them has their own love interest and this will be a story that’s connected with each other. I’m putting the mafia tag because I’m afraid not many people are aware of this kind of AU and idk what to call it other than ‘Underworld’ hahahah. Alsoo i’m not going to use “Y/N” and “You”. I’m the type that just can’t imagine myself acting in a fanfic of my favorite boys :’) Also I hope this fic can get you to watch John Wick trilogy. I highly recommend it!!

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Warnings: Swearing, smut, blood, violence

Youngbin | The Escort

As an adopted child of Ruska Roma, Youngbin has been living his life training to be a killer. The Director, his mother, trains him and his brothers relentlessly in the art of martial arts. Competition has always been his passion. He doesn’t let anything distract him to be someone his mother most proud of, even if it means breaking a bone or two. As the best melee fighter of his generation in the house he intends to keep it that way. Ordered by The Director to protect Junko Han from attempted assassination, Youngbin and his brother are to play the act of Junko’s escort and classmate.

Inseong | The Head Librarian

If you think New York’s public library wasn’t part of the crime, you’re wrong. Working in favor with the High Table, NY Public Library holds ancient records of all the things they have witnessed in the crime underworld and also provide safe boxes to use for all assassin’s interests. Kim Inseong is the head librarian. Exceptionally a genius for his young age, the High Table promoted him to be responsible with the library’s records and security. It is any other ordinary day until a certain dark haired woman, Jennifer, visits his library everyday. She always sits on the same chair, reading the same books, yet the first thing that comes into his mind is how cute she is with her round glasses.

Jae Yoon | The Doctor

Everyday, the crime underworld of New York is filled with death and battles. Jae Yoon has had enough of his share of working as a hitman. Sure, the money was great. But he’s had enough of getting blood on his hands everyday. His medical degree isn’t supposed to be for nothing. He wants to save lives. Yet, Jae Yoon knows getting out of this world would be already impossible for him. His sins are too heavy to throw away. So the only choice he got was giving the High Table his fealty as a doctor in service of the underworld. Let them be commoners or killers, he will fix them with a price. One day a very familiar woman comes running into his place, panting heavily while carrying a little girl. Her name is Rinka Yukihira, Jaeyoon’s ex-partner in crime.

Dawon | The Hitman

Dawon is known to be despicable. Joking around and seem to not taking anything seriously, his targets never fail to meet their impending doom. He has a reputation as the real life Deadshot. Yeah, that villain from Batman who’s known to never miss his shot. Dawon works alone under his own rules. Never really have any affiliation other than the High Table and that is just because he knows what’s best to survive. Trusted by The Adjudicator to kill a human trafficking’s mastermind for breaking the code, Dawon goes to the designated location to find everything didn’t go according to his plan. He finds Jiao, the woman who’s responsible for taking out his target.

Zuho | The Adjudicator

Zuho. A terrifying name for the underworld community to hear. It’s the name of The Adjudicator, the one who judges those who affiliate with The High Table, even the Table’s members themselves. He has the power to revoke the Continental’s neutral state and granting Excommunicado status. While he’s working, Itaewon Bar has always been his favorite place to hang out. That night, one particular woman catches his eyes. Park Shin Hye, a normal civilian who is oblivious with the criminals around her. But for Zuho, Shin Hye isn’t just any normal person. She was his first love.

Rowoon | The Heir

Kim Seok Woo or Rowoon, the nickname he always use to introduce himself, is the second son of the notorious Korean crime lord, the Blue Hornet mafia’s leader, Kim Woo Bin. His father has had a seat in the High Table for 10 years and soon it is ready to be given for his eldest son, Kim Seok Jin. But Rowoon knows just how incapable his older brother is. How truly useless and shallow his mind to be able to lead the Blue Hornet Mafia. Yet somehow, his father doesn’t see that. He needs to take him out. It’s now or never. Knowing John Wick isn’t up for a deal, Rowoon commissioned Delphia, a high ranking assassin that has brilliant records of kill streaks and never taking no prisoners.

Taeyang | The Dancer

Taeyang is a dancer. But before that, he is an assassin. Raised in the infamous dance studio, Round Steps, he was taught on how to kill and dance in his spare time. Taeyang doesn’t believe he can love. The only kind of love he can understand is from The Choreographer, the man who raised him ever since he was abandoned, and admiration from his brothers and sisters. That is until he meets Lee So Ra, a young ballerina assassin that is raised in the equally infamous ballet theater, Ruska Roma, chasing the same target he needs to kill that night.

Hwiyoung | The Apprentice

Hwiyoung is a popular sushi chef of Masa’s 3 Michelin stars restaurant. It isn’t only just because he’s THE Masa’s promising young apprentice, but his good looks have won favors from his loyal customers. But the restaurant is just a disguise. Behind all of the lavish wooden interiors and expensive pretty foods, the chefs in Masa’s are all trained assassins specializing in knife fights. One day, a famous runway model, Kate Jung, comes to the restaurant to commission Hwiyoung for his protection for an upcoming important event. Her 25th birthday party.

Chani | The Crime Prince

Ever since he was little, Chani never knows what it means to live normally. Before he learned to hold a spoon, the kid was taught on how to hold a gun. His father, the infamous Kang Tae Kyung is a weapon supplier and involved in a cartel with Blue Hornet Mafia. Throughout his life, Kang Chan Hee is expected to succeed his father’s legacy. Finally reaching his first year of adulthood, his parents finally introduced Chani to his fiancé. She is no other than the only daughter of The Blue Hornet’s boss, Kim Soyeon.

#SF9 #sf9 youngbin #sf9 zuho #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 rowoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 taeyang #sf9 inseong #sf9 chani #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 fanfic #sf9 mafia au #sf9 crime au #sf9 moodboard

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narika-a · 5 years

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SF9 Mafia Reaction: When they see someone flirting with their girlfriend

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A/N1: I haven’t written for SF9 in billion years but now I’m back! Stronger than ever 💪😂

Kim Youngbin

Whenever you two went out together he never let you out of his sight, so he was taken aback by this dudes bold moves as he started hitting on you, right next to him.

You found this whole situation hilarious and didn’t pay the guy much attention but Youngbin on the other hand, he was annoyed to no end.

“I’m sorry boy,” you said, pointing at Youngbin. “But I’m taken.”

“Aaah whaaat?” the guy whined. “With that guy?!”

You burst out laughing at his reaction, might as well tease Youngbin a bit more.

“I know right!” you tapped him. “Me? With him?!”

He just rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe you were teasing him in front of some idiot. He walked around and stood in between you and the guy. He smiled at you, he always loved to see you laugh even if you were laughing at him, and then turned around to the guy.

“I give you one minute to get out of my face before I punch those perfect teeth in,” Youngbin told him, still smiling. He checked his clock and then looked back at the guy. “Time is ticking.”

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Kim Inseong

Everyone adored you in the gang and Inseong actually didn’t mind you getting all the love you deserve, it even made him feel proud but even he had his limits. The other members would flirt with you all the time, knowing how that this is the best way to tease him but you would always calm him down by laughing it off.

The exception to this was Jaeyoon as you could never tell if he was being serious or not and all his flirting attempts always ended up with him fighting with Inseong. Everyone was so used to this by now, they didn’t even care or try to interfere, leaving you no choice but to step in yourself.

One of these nights, maybe because he had a bit more to drink than usual, Jaeyoon was bolder than ever. You were all having dinner together, celebrating another successful deal. You were looking at the guys being their stupid and chaotic selves, when all of a sudden he took your hand, pulling you to the side.

“Yah Y/N, why can’t all girls be like you,” he complained.

“Don’t worry, there is plenty of fish in the sea,” you replied.

“Sure there is but there is no one like you...” he said, taking a strand of your hair. “Ouch!” he yelled, out of nowhere, quickly turning around. “Did you just kick me?” he asked Inseong who was glaring at him, it seems Jaeyoon completely forgot he was in the room as well.

“Oh baby, I hope you’re having a great time! Me and Jaeyoon are going to step outside and talk for a few seconds,” he said, grabbing Jaeyoon by his arm and dragging him outside. You sighed before going after them. There they go again.

Lee Jaeyoon

You came out of the bathroom, trying to find Jaeyoon again among hundreds of people dancing. You noticed a familiar figure and went to him, hoping not to lose him. You tapped him on the shoulder but as the man turned around, you realized it’s not him.

“Ah I’m sorry,” you quickly blurted out. “I mistook you with somebody else.”

“Hey no worries, sweetheart,” he said taking your hand. “Why don’t you stay with you, it will be way more fun then with whoever you were looking for.”

“How about no?” you said, snatching your hand out of his grasp. “I really need to go.”

“Don’t be like that...” the guy said, as he tried to grab you for the second time, only for his hand to be caught midway.

“You heard the girl,” Jaeyoon said, squeezing the guy’s arm tightly.

“Hey fuck you man, its none of your business!” he shouted, trying to land a punch but Jaeyoong quickly evaded it, knocking him out instead. Everyone around you gasped but he just threw his hand over your shoulder, taking you outside.

“Let’s go baby,” he said, pulling you closer. “That’s why I dislike clubs like this... Next time I’m choosing where we are going.”

Dawon/Lee Sanghyuk

Yes, this was a business party and he knew that he was the one who asked you to come with him but he couldn’t stand not having you by his side, especially when there were more men than woman around and you were having the time of your life chatting with all of them.

“Excuse me, I will be right back,” he said, putting his glass away, coming to stop whatever you were about to do. It seems you had decided it was a good idea to go dancing with some random dude. He pushed the guy away roughly, the only thing stopping Sanghyuk from him beating him up was the fact that this was a party and he didn’t want to make a scene. He took your hand and guided you away to the side.

“Y/N! What the heck are you doing? Could you stay with me for at least one goddamn second during the evening?”

You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oho is big bad Dawonie jealous?” you teased him, you know how he hated when you called him by his alias. “Relax, I’m doing you a favour, making connections, you know?” you explained.

“I don’t need you doing that for me,” he sighed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sometimes you come up with the most ridiculous ideas. “Especially not using the methods you just demonstrated and-”

You leaned in closer and kissed him, interrupting his upcoming rant.

“Don’t worry no one is taking me from you, okay?” you said, pulling away. “Besides I don’t think that would even be possible, unless they have a death wish,” you giggled again, making a satisfied grin spread on his face.

Zuho/Baek Juho

You loved teasing him by flirting with others, especially when you weren’t getting as much attention from him because of work.

He was having a meeting but you were distracting everyone’s attention and he was not having it.

“Babe, don’t test my patience,” he said, cornering you between the wall and his body once you two were alone. “There is so much I can take.”

You smirked mischievously, this was exactly what you wanted and he quickly caught on to that.

“You little...” he grinned back at you. “Always doing this on purpose...”

“It’s your own fault though,” you retorted but he just leaned in closer, whispering into your ear.

“If that’s so, then don’t blame me tomorrow morning, for having a hard time walking...”

Rowoon/Kim Seokwoo

He snapped shut the lighter he has been holding and slammed it down on the table, startling you.

“Geez, don’t scare me like that,” you giggled, smacking him gently across his chest, as he wrapped his arm around your waist, narrowing his eyes on the guy in front of you.

“Damn baby, you’re so popular! I just go outside for a few minutes and you already have guys all over you. So who is your new friend?” he asked sarcastically.

But the guy’s eyes were already wide in fear, recognizing who your boyfriend is and only now realizing that he chose the wrong girl to flirt with.

“I think I will excuse myself...” he said, slowly stepping away and then quickly leaving.

“That’s what I thought,” Seokwoo said, a small smile playing on his lip.

“Why do you always gotta scare everyone away?” you pouted but he just pulled you closer.

“Because I want you all to myself,” he said, leaning in closer. “So focus on me only,” he breathed out against your lips, before kissing you.

Yoo Taeyang

No one would have suspected that their trusted CEO had another source of income and a darker side to him, but what better way to cover up your shady business than having another company as a facade.

He always put up a nice face but everyone knew how angry and scary he can get once he snaps.

Besides helping him with his gang you also worked as his assistant during the day and it was an unspoken rule in the company, not to even dare make their moves on you unless they wanted to get fired or worse.

Taeyang could tell the guy was new as soon as he saw him and the way he talked with you, a little bit too close, a little bit too touchy. He noticed that you just wanted to get away from him, as you impatiently stared at the number as the elevator slowly moved from floor to floor, so he decided to step in.

“There you are!” he hugged you from behind, planting a few kisses on your neck.

“Tae, not here,” you pushed him away a bit embarrassed but he didn’t let go and instead put his chin on your head.

“What are you looking at? Is there a problem?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at the guy.

“No, sir... I mean I’m sorry... Sir,” the guy stuttered.

“Sorry, huh?” Taeyang repeated as the elevator door opened. “Come to my office in about fifteen minutes, there is something I would like to remind you...” he told the guy, as he stepped inside.

Hwiyoung/Kim Youngkyun

When he wasn’t working, you two would always go back home together but during the past few weeks you were always late and it wasn’t like you to keep someone waiting, so he went to look for you and found you chatting with some guy near the lockers.

Or rather, it wasn’t some random guy, he has been seeing you with him a lot more often lately, in the canteen, in the library but whenever he asked who he is you just answered that he’s from your course. But this answer didn’t satisfy him as that meant, some days you actually spent more time with the guy rather than him.

“Kyun!” you waved and called him over once you noticed him standing down the corridor. He came up to you, throwing the guy a glare, that didn’t went unnoticed. “Be nice for once,” you pouted as he pecked you on the forehead. “”This is -” you started, gesturing at the guy.

“I know who he is,” he interrupted you. And he really did. It didn’t take him long to find out all the necessary information. “But does he know that you’re taken? Or should I show him what happens to those who don’t?”

The guy gulped. Youngkyun had a bad reputation even in college and he couldn’t believe you were associated with somebody as him.

“Hey man, we were just talking.. Actually I was about to get going,” he said, quickly taking his bag and scrambling away in fear.

Chani/Kang Chanhee

He was watching the situation unfold from afar. He loved seeing you all flustered, so even when you found him in the crowd with your eyes and gestured to come over and save you, he remained in his seat, barely able to hold in his laughter. He couldn’t even believe what he was seeing, the guy was so pathetic, he has no clue why he thought he might have a chance with you.

But he could see the guy was not going to back away and to be honest he missed the feeling of having you in his arms, so he finally decided to step in.

“That’s about enough,” he said, taking the guy’s hand off your shoulder. He set his hands on his waist, moving his jacket to the side, enough, so the guy would notice his gun hidden in the holster.

The guy’s eyes widened and he quickly stepped away, making room for Chanhee.

“So now you decide to come over...” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Come on baby, don’t be like that,” he said, embracing you and kissing you on the forehead, he knew you were just messing with him.

“I will get you next time,” you giggled, finally giving in, already making revenge plans in your head.

A/N2: I was trying to find the same gifs (from the same photoshoot) for all the members for over an hour and now I’m pissed that even after all this time I had to go with different ones for Hwiyoung and Chani.. 😠 I take this too seriously omg 😂

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furiouscassie · 5 years

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Will someone please write an SF9 80s mafia AU? 🥺

#SF9 #SF9 fic #sf9 dawon #sf9 taeyang #sf9 rowoon #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 zuho #sf9 youngbin #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 chani #sf9 mafia au #fic request

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lady-une · 7 years

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Alternate Ending

My final post for the story, it’s been fun everyone! Moodboard by me lol.

l’amnte dei serpenti

The daughter of one of the largest mafias out of the US sent over to South Korea to monitor her father’s operations there. You were sure this was going to be boring and wished you didn’t have to leave your home and friends, little did you know this new adventure would be anything but boring.

Word count: 886

Theme: Mafia a/u

Rating: Fluff

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Sofia (original character)

Master List

CHAPTER 1

5 years later

Jiyong

The sun was beaming down on me as I laid the white flowers on the burial mound. Standing back I did a bow before standing back up. Even after all these years it was still hard to understand that I was here and they weren’t.

“I hope you two know how much I miss you. Not a day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of you. I hope you are both watching down on me and seeing all the good I am doing. I have been working to change things and to make sure that this never happens again.”

The tears in my eyes fell as I said my goodbyes and turned to Seungri who was standing back letting me have a moment to myself. Smiling he came up and placed a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. Turning we made our way back to the car wanting to head home.

Arriving back to the house Seungri parked the car and the two of us got out before going into the back seat and grabbing the bags. Seungri reached for them all and told me to just get the door from him, shaking my head I laughed at him he was always trying to show off his strength. Opening the door I held it for him to cross over the doorway before I shut it and followed him up the path to the house. Just as we were reaching the door a squealing little thing came rushing out of the house and leapt into my arms wrapping her legs around me. I let out a hoof as she giggled and held onto my neck with a death grip.

“Sanchu save me!”

Seungri laughed and shook his head as he walked past me into the house probably wanting to rid himself of the heavy bags. Walking with her in my arms I entered the house as a frazzled looking Daesung came running around the corner.

“Jihoo, you know you aren’t supposed to be running around let alone leaving the house! Your father is going to be very upset.”

Setting the giggling Jihoo down so that Daesung could grab her little hand I followed the two of them into the living room. Just as Daesung and Jihoo reached the table that held her abandoned crayons and coloring books Youngbae came out with some drinks and treats.

“Jihoo I hope you aren’t giving Daesung any trouble.”

“I just wanted to play.”

I took a seat next to her and listened to her explain her drawing, it was a picture of the house with all of us together and two angels in the sky. She pointed to everyone and called out their names, “This is you and Ri sanchu, this is Dae sanchu, this is mommy and daddy, and this is..”

She stopped what she was saying just as the door opened up and walked in a very upset and pregnant Sofia.

“Jiyong I swear to god if you park that close to the door again I don’t care if I ding your shit. I cannot be waddling around in this state trying to squeeze through the small space you left!”

“Mommy, daddy!”

Jihoo jumped down from her chair and ran to Seunghyun who swooped her up in his arms and spun her around in a circle causing her to giggle. Once he stopped Jihoo leaned down and gave her mamma a kiss on the cheek. Sofia waddled her way to the couch before slowly lowering herself into it. Seunghyun put Jihoo down and went to his wife lifting her feet and placing it on the coffee table before leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips.

“Thank you darling.”

“Anything for you.”

I let out a laugh, “Can you two stop please.”

Sofia stuck her tongue out at me as Seunghyun sat down with his daughter and turned to me.

“How was it, are they keeping the mound clean?”

“Yes, it was so nice up there. I know my mom would have loved the view and all the fresh air.”

Seungri came into the room and sat down next to me taking my hand in his. I looked down at our joined hands and then back to his face and gave him a smile, I was so lucky to have him in my life. Turning to see everyone else I couldn’t help but think how happy I was. All my friends were here and starting their own family. I was happy that my mother had last long enough to see this, but sadly her cancer came back and hit her hard. She was gone within 6 months and my father followed after her a few months later. He had always said he didn’t want to be on this earth if she wasn’t. Ever since I took over the family I made sure to contribute to the cancer society and paid for more research to be done in hopes that someday this world would be rid of cancer. Even with the passing of my parents I was still the happiest I could be with having my friends here with me, to have them walking this earth because I know that things could have been different and it would have been all my fault.

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winches-ter · 7 years

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Dagger (part 2)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Pairings: A wee bit of Reader X Seungri, and that subtle GDYB.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4(end)

“It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

Someone hit me with a bag full of bricks.

No, I thought, that would hurt less.

If I had been told Jiyong and Youngbae were about to get married, adopt three children and name them after different types of pasta, that would be more believable. “I have been with you people since before I could even say my own name. It’s where I belong, oppa. I don’t do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else.” I said, coming to a standstill.

“You need to understand, y/n, none of us wanted this life thrust upon you. All we want to do is keep you safe. And what we do, it is as far from safe as is possible to be. If anything were to happen to you, do you think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that it was all because of me? That it was my fault I could not protect my own baby sister? Even after I was warned so many times, even when I almost saw you die today?”

I could understand. I did understand. But he had to understand I had a choice too. For eighteen years this man had worked tooth and nail, not being able to afford three square meals for himself, but making sure I never went to bed hungry. I was his responsibility. And now that I could, I wanted to repay him. Even if it was with my life. I wanted to watch his back, make sure he returned home every night, and bury anyone who dared to ruin what he created with his blood and sweat.

“Do I not get a say in my own life then? I need to make decisions on my own now. I’m not your six year old in pigtails anymore. Why can’t you see that?” I really did not mean to yell, or sound ungrateful, but that, somehow, was how things turned out.

“I suppose I should. I’m sorry for trying to do the right thing. I’m sorry for trying to protect you.” The pain in his eyes killed me over and over again. He just walked on, without a word, crestfallen.

I wanted to go after him, but something held me back. It took some time to register it was not my feelings, but was indeed a person, holding my arm.

“What the hell? Let go of me.”

The person, who was being referred to as ‘perv’ inside my head, showed no intentions of doing that.

“Right. Now. While I’m still asking nicely.”

“Well I’ll treat you right, love.” He sounded positively drunk. His breath only confirmed the same. “Don’t bother running after that coward of a man anymore, who doesn’t even know what he’s leaving behind. I know what girls like you want. And I’ll make sure you get what you des-” He was cut off by a punch landing square on his nose, causing blood to drip down.

Pulling me behind him, Jiyong growled, “If you so much as breathe within a thousand miles of my sister again, I will slice you into so many pieces, they will have a lot of trouble burying your useless ass.”

“Think you’re so tough, huh?” The guy said, wiping the last of blood from his face, visibly offended. “Hey guys, I think we need to teach this stiff douchebag and his little bitch here some really solid lessons.”

“I’m going to do you a favour and tell you to back the fuck off before you and your peasants have to be scraped off the floor in the aftermath.”

“You son of a bitch-” He cursed and tried to punch Jiyong, who stealthily dodged it, caught a hold of the guy’s hand, stretched it out, so they looked more like a couple doing salsa than two extremely angsty dudes fighting for dominance, and used his elbow to hit the back of the perv’s head repeatedly.

Meanwhile two men, presumably the ‘guys’ ganged up on me, as I backed away from Jiyong. “Well this is hardly fair gentlemen.” I said, sarcastically. “An exhausted girl who is not in the mood for your bullshit, versus two scrawny rodents hell-bent upon making her loose her temper. The odds seem a bit off to me.”

“Shut up, bitch. You’re only making it more difficult for you.” One of them said as both the men lunged at me at the same time.

Ducking out from their reach, I grabbed both their wrists in the process, and exactly as Daesung had taught, turned suddenly, jerking their arms, then folded them against their backs, inviting gasps of pains from both.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit” I say as I kick the first one from behind, then the next making them fall on their knees. Before they had the time to comprehend what their free hands were going to do, I elbowed one of them from the back, with enough force to knock him unconscious, strong enough to send jitters up my arm, and then kicked the other one to the floor and again knocked the living daylights out of him; with the heel of my foot, gently caressing his face.

When I turned around Jiyong was already done with the guy who was bundled up on the ground still mumbling curses at both of us. He still looked extremely hurt from our argument earlier, and something in me broke.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, as tears began to well up in my eyes. “All you’ve ever done is risk your own life to keep me safe, and I am so, so grateful for that. I wanted to be with you guys, not for adrenaline kicks to fulfill my wild teenage fantasies of punching assholes into the sunset, but so I could maybe try to do the same for you, as you have done for me. Watch your back, make sure you don’t die doing something stupid like taunting people with grenade launchers aimed at you, maybe also make sure you came back every day. Take care of you, in the only way that I know.”

Jiyong simply walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my whimpering body. In an instant I did the same, as if clinging onto him for dear life. As my head rested on his shoulder, his hands gently played with my hair. There was a comfortable silence, interrupted only when we heard one of the guys that I had knocked down slowly come to his senses. We ran then. Not because we couldn’t take them in a fight again, hell, we would still emerge victorious if they called in multiple reinforcements. But, because none of us wanted to ruin the effects of the moment that had just passed.

As we came to a stop in front of our house, out of breath and pumped on adrenaline, one of the guards opened the door before we even reached in and both of us bowed to thank him. I was about to make my way up the stairs when Jiyong half whispered half yelled, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled, I turned around to see him; he looked like he had committed the most heinous crime in the history of heinous crimes, and was severely regretting it. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. That filthy guy and his minions could’ve done anything to you, and again, it would have been my fault. I’m so so sorry, y/n, I promise, I’ll never leave you alone like that again. Never.”

It was my turn to initiate The Hug, and so I did.

“It was mostly my fault, you know. I should have caught up to you. If not that, then at least I should have been the one to punch his nose off his face. I should’ve done something, but I dint. Let’s call it even.”

“You know,” He said, tightening his hold on me, “When I say ‘never’ I also mean the times when I’m out kicking ass. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“So, I’m not being shoved out of your super cool ninja clan then, G Dragon-sama?”

He just laughed and breathed a light no somewhere in between. “Now go to bed, Naruto, you have school tomorrow.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

The next day Jiyong and Youngbae had a very heated discussion about me and what’s best for me and eventually, both of them decided it was best indeed, that I do stay with them, lest I shall be harmed in their prolonged periods of absence.

While they were in there, discussing my future, I was in the kitchen, making a very healthy double cheese chicken lasagna for my hungry self. As I was too busy drooling over the cheese that was bubbling in the oven, my surroundings became void and all that mattered anymore was the wall of time that stood between the food and my esophagus.

Out of nowhere, two fingers pressed down on either side of my waist, making me jump up in surprise. What was more embarrassing was the inhuman sound I made in the said process. Taking the first thing I found on the shelf I turned towards the attacker in a poise of self-defence.

“Whoa, y/n, you’re going to decapitate someone with that lethal spatula, girl.”

“Seungri? Dude, I would actually have decapitated you. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I have killer reflexes, you know.” I smirk.

“I’d love to put that to test someday. Let’s see, next weekend? My place?”

“Did you think that was smooth, Lee Seunghyun?”

“Is that a no?”

“Do you like lasagna?”

“What?”

“Yes. It’s a yes. Now, would you like to have lasagna? It’s almost done.” Talking about relationship stuff made me uncomfortable, and so, in the worst, most weird way that I could, I changed the topic.

“Some other time, princess. I need to go meet your brother first.”

“Cool. More for me then.” Princess? What?

“Watch the calories though.”

“Watch the calories though.” I mimic in a mocking tone as he smirks and walks away.

What a beautiful pain in the ass.

By the time the guys were done, it was evening already, and I did not realize that I had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter. Only managing to eat half the lasagna before my screwed up sleep schedule demanded to be acknowledged.

I woke up to the sound of Jiyong munching down the lasagna, sitting across from me on the counter.

“So Seungri asked you out?” He said, when he realized I had woken up.

“What? How do you know?”

“He called me this morning to ‘confess’ his weird feelings for you. He dint want to do it behind my back.”

“And you agreed?” I ask, visibly taken aback.

“Well, might as well. He knows what’s going to happen if he fucks it up.”

I snorted, and took a bite out of the lasagna as well.

“How did you make this?” He asked, making a disgusted face, “It tastes like damp socks.”

“It definitely does not. It’s better than what that good for nothing girlfriend of yours used to make.”

“Oh but she was good for something...” He says looking up at the ceiling, as if he was nostalgic. A smug smile on his face.

“You’re disgusting Kwon Jiyong.” I say, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Also, let me sleep. Go away. Shoo. Do whatever deep dark stuff you do locked away in your deep dark room.”

“No, y/n, listen to me. This is important. It’s about that gang that’s after us.” He said, in a serious tone, which indicated we were down to business. “They’re called ‘death stroke’. Almost ten years ago, they were our biggest rivals, when dad’s company was about to go bankrupt and I had just ascended in his place. But, we beat him. After which they went underground. Now, I believe it was because they could not bear being defeated by a sexy eighteen year old, but according to Seunghyun hyung they were just ‘laying low’. Now that they believe it is us who screwed them over, their leader is blinded by revenge to extract vengeance from my majestic self. Even if we tell him it wasn’t us, he won’t believe it because, despite what TOP hyung says, he hates my guts. Now we’ve got to be careful, because who knows how many upgrades he has gone through over the years.”

“Upgrades? Oppa, this isn’t a video game villain.”

“Sister, he is called Midnight.”

“Ok first of all, I want that title. Second, why was this guy such a big rival of dad’s company?”

“Because apparently he had some beef with dad. He’s the reason the company fell in the first place.”

“Then let’s kill this bitch.”

Over the years, I always wanted to know why such a big company had reached such a low within almost no time. Who was the catalyst that favoured this downfall? I never asked my brother, because I was afraid he’d blame himself for it. But now that the son of a bitch had a face, and not to mention a cool ‘stage name’ that I required, I wanted nothing more than to paint his walls in deep, permanent red.

Over the course of the next few days, the guys all did their digging on this ‘Midnight’ and his ‘death stroke’, while I doodled in the back of my notebooks because whatever the teachers were saying in classes, was either never going to help me, or was just plain boring. As it is I was able to maintain good grades and an average image in class, so I could afford to doodle. I had earned the right to doodle. And so, I shamelessly doodled.

Fridays were the worst. Teachers gave extra homework, we had PE as the last period, and the instructor loathed my mere existence. Also, you never knew when the principle would come over and hand you more things to do, because of which, more often than not, we had to stay back after school hours.

This time, we were supposed to make paper cut outs for the first graders’ classrooms because they had a ‘Bring your mother to school’ day. I always hated these days, and anything to do with them.

“Never have I ever seen someone cut up golden stars with that much hatred in their eyes. You ok y/n?” My best friend asked me.

“Yeah well, when you have been personally victimized by your PE Instructor and then have a ‘decorate-a-classroom-for-mothers’ shoved in your face like a big ‘fuck you, you motherless git’, it sort of sucks the fun out of your peachy day.”

“Whoa slow down there sunshine. Here, have some chocolate.” She said, handing me a Hershey’s Kiss.

“Never leave me girl. What would I do without you?”

“Curl up in the fetal position and sob endlessly.” She said indifferently, as she pulled out a chocolate for her own self and ate it.

We finished the work sooner than I expected.

“A hundred starts and a double hundred chocolates later, the salty bitches finally emerge victorious!” I say, stretching my arms and got up.

“Speak for yourself, Cinderella. I happen to be a sweeter bitch.”

Both of us made out way out. Glad, the headache assigned to us was over. There were people in the class who looked at us with envy, and that made leaving even more satisfying.

We were out the school’s gate when it suddenly struck me, “Oh! I almost forgot, Seungri asked me out.”

“WHAT!! And I’m hearing about this NOW?! I feel betrayed. Did you find someone else to tell this to? *gasp* Are you CHEATING ON ME?”

“Calm down, you’re going to go into cardiac arrest. Who else would accept this eternal void of darkness except for you? I’ll tell you about it later, I want to go home right now, and sleep in a tub and hopefully drown in there for a couple of days.”

“Gimme a call when you come back from the dead, or if you die for good, ask Jiyong oppa to do it. We’ll support each other through the tough time. Then get married and name our firstborn after you.”

“Gross. Officially too gross. Oh the mental image. That’s it I’ve been scarred for life. I’m going to leave and pretend this never happened.” With that I turned, and walked away, already dreaming about essential oils soaking away all the torture I valiantly withstood today. And honestly, my body ached from head to toe, fingers about to spasm because of constant use of scissors, legs screaming out in protest, my eyes watering from the dire need for sleep. I was literally a wreck.

The sky was a dull yellow grey, clouds gradually blanketing all the blue and the setting sun not making any attempts to put up a fight either. There was a cool wind sweeping the streets, and weather like this meant a storm was on its way. A gentle breeze hit me, making me uneasy to the core. Ever since I was a little girl, I had noticed, on days like this, something always went wrong. And somewhere inside, that little girl wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up inside Jiyong’s blankets, because she was scared to be left alone.

Without second thoughts, I broke into a run as soon as I saw my house up ahead. I desperately wanted to get away from the rumbling clouds, slowly setting the stage for something more terrible to take over.

As soon I made it through the door, I took out my phone and called my brother.

“Hello?”

“Oppa?” I gasped, too tired to hide the nervousness in my voice, still breathless from the unnecessary running.

“Oppa where-” I was cut off as a large hand blocked my mouth. I wanted to retaliate, to protest, but my body refused to respond. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and I fell, barely conscious. I could feel hot blood drip down my head, as I made out a figure bending down to pick up my phone.

“G-Dragon, It’s been a while. I hope you haven’t forgotten me? Not that it matters right now. You see, I have something you want, and you have something I want. What do you say we discuss it over tea sometime? If not, then forget about seeing this little cheesecake again. I can’t say would mind that. I can imagine a few things I could do with her. When you make up your mind, call me on this number.”

If Jiyong argued, threatened or even yelled at the man, I couldn’t make out. I knew I had to do something to save myself, and I had to do it fast.

I tried to get up from the floor, but my arms betrayed me. And I fell with a thud that bounced off the walls and drew all the attention towards me.

“Knock that bitch out for the love of God. And put her in the car.”

The last thing I heard was Jiyong’s muffled cry, seethed with pain and anger, then it all went dark.

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xxprincessjewelsxx · 7 years

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Kwon Jiyong/Mafia!au

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 3

You think you start to understand Jiyong, but you’re wrong.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This is the chapter where we’re introduced to Kai :)))

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language.

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You tangled your hands in his hair as you pulled him closer, both of you desperate for each other. He held your waist with one hand while the other slowly moved to unbutton your shirt. You had your hand on his belt buckle, and you were just about to remove it when the phone rang. Both of you pulled away, panting. He continued to look straight into your eyes as he answered the phone,

“Yes?”.

It was your phone. When he heard the reply, he cursed at it, immediately getting angry.

“Y/N, who the fuck is this guy and why does he keep calling you?”

You were also annoyed by whoever the caller was, so when you looked down at the screen, your eyes widened in surprise. It was Jongin, your co-worker. You sounded quite taken aback when you said,

“That’s Kim Jongin. My co-worker and the office flirt.”

Jiyong was already glaring at the phone for having interrupted you, but when he heard that, the glare intensified. From the phone, you could hear Jongin saying,

“I am not the office flirt! Y/N, I literally only flirt with you!”

Without meaning to, you started smiling. Jongin was the first sort-of friend you had. Yes, he flirted with you, but he never put any pressure on you. That was just his way of trying to make you laugh.

“Jongin, you flirt with literally every woman you meet.”

He gasped in mock outrage.

“That is not true Y/N!!”

Immediately, he became serious.

“Y/N, where are you? You haven’t come to work in weeks. All your stuff is still in your apartment. You’re not answering your phone? What’s going on?”

You made eye contact with Jiyong, not knowing what to say. You had been abducted, but you were kind of falling for the man who abducted you. Also, you did not want your dad to know. You didn’t know what to say, but Jiyong solved that problem for you. Responding in the iciest tone you had ever heard him use, he said,

“Don’t worry, she’s safe here. And she’s happy. That’s all you need to know.”

He cut the call and looked back at you, with a light smirk.

“Now where were we?”

You gave him a light smile and you climbed off him, struggling to not laugh at the way his face fell. You stood up, buttoning your shirt.

“Jiyong, you’re injured. It isn’t good for you to indulge in… strenuous activity like this.”

You paused to smile at him.

“We can continue this once your injuries are better. Goodnight.”

And you shut the door behind you as you entered your room, leaning against the door to try and calm yourself down, because it took you great strength to walk out of there and let him recover when you wanted nothing more than to let him fuck you senseless. You tried to go to bed, but as you tossed around in the sheets, you couldn’t think of anything other than the way his tattoo peaked out from under his shirt, or the way his lips felt against your, or the look in his eyes when he looked at you. After trying to sleep for a while, you finally sat up, shaking your head. You knew it was going to be a long night.

Although you barely slept, when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t help but be in a really good mood. You kept thinking back to the previous night, the kiss, his eyes, everything. You knew you weren’t the only one who cared about him. The looks in his eyes and the way he kissed you proved it. And he told Jongin you were safe. He said you were safe here. That meant he wouldn’t harm you. You weren’t in danger. You had no idea how things were going to pan out, but you were sure that things would work out alright. You were annoyingly happy that day, just waiting for him to come and see you in the night. Which is why you were surprised when Hanbin came into your room in the evening carrying a rope, looking very upset. He couldn’t meet your eyes when he said,

“Y/N, I’m going to need you to come down with me for a bit.”

Although this was making you feel a little uneasy, you let Hanbin tie you up with the rope and lead you downstairs. Maybe you shouldn’t have, but you trusted Jiyong. You knew he wouldn’t harm you.

Jiyong had been in the middle of a meeting with his men, trying to explain their plan for the next deal so that things don’t go as badly, when he heard a loud, mocking laugh from the back of the room. His eyebrows shot up. No one laughed at his meetings. Ever. He slowly turned around, looking for the person who laughed. His eyes narrowed when he found him. Jaebum. The guy was good at what he did, but he was a bit too cocky. He walked up to Jiyong, his hands in his pocket and his eyes fixed in a deadly stare.

“Boss, are you sure you want to talk about being ruthless? Because”

He paused to laugh.

“We all know you aren’t exactly ruthless anymore.”

He took a step closer to Jiyong.

“You have a weakness now.”

He slowly looked upwards.

“And she’s sitting right there.”

Jiyong was hit with a fury he hadn’t felt in a while. How dare he challenge you like this, in front of everyone? How dare they use you against him? More than that, he felt a little scared. Yes, you were definitely a weakness of his. How had he let this happen? He was supposed to be torturing you? How had let you become a weakness? He started to feel angry at himself. But he showed none of it. He just fixed Jaebum with a stare and said,

“Hanbin, get Y/N here.”

Hanbin slowly led you into the crowded room, trying not to show his fear for you. You however, were still fine. You had faith in Jiyong. He wouldn’t do anything to you. He said you were safe here. Even as Hanbin tied you to a chair, you were fine. You trusted Jiyong. You looked up at Jiyong, meeting his eyes. They were the coldest you had ever seen them. You shivered a little, feeling a little uneasy, but you brushed it off. You were sure it was just because he had to be like that around his men. He slowly pulled out his gun, looking down at it. He gave Jaebum a final look and then aimed the gun at you. Even then, you were fine. You were sure he’d just shoot the wall behind you. Maybe he had to prove a point. Even as he fixed you with a glare, you felt okay, because you trusted him. He aimed the gun and he shot. It was only when you felt the bullet graze your arm and your body go numb that you realised, he shot you. The last thing you saw was his cold glare, with not an ounce of regret before your head hit the ground from the force of the bullet and you passed out. Jaebum had just opened his mouth to say,

“Okay boss-“

when Jiyong turned the gun in his direction and shot him in the head, turning to watch his body fall slack. He slowly put his gun back and looked around.

“Anyone else has any issues they want to raise?”

The whole room was silent. Hanbin should’ve been watching Jiyong and waiting for orders, but he had grown too close to you to just watch you there, unconscious with blood seeping through your clothes. He cared about you, and he couldn’t let something happen now. For the first time since he began working for Jiyong, he felt horrified by his boss. He knew Jiyong loved you. How could he shoot the woman he loved? Jiyong sighed, and in a bored voice, said,

“Hanbin, take her away. Make sure she doesn’t die. She needs to be alive for us to do the job.”

And just like that, Jiyong went back to explaining their plan for the next deal. Hanbin rushed forward, tearing a bit of his shirt to tie around your wound to prevent blood loss. He picked you up in his arms and shot Jiyong an undecipherable look before rushing out of the room. He knew that taking you to a hospital and explaining what happened might be tough, but he knew he had to do that for you.

Jiyong, on the other hand, although on the outside, he just continued his explanation of their plans, on the inside, he was dying. The moment he pulled the trigger, he hated himself for doing it. Luckily, last minute, he had shifted the gun so that the bullet wasn’t aimed at any of your vitals, but it was your expression when he shot you that wouldn’t get out of his mind. Your look of trust changing to one of surprise, of disbelief. You were the only person who had ever looked at him with that kind of trust. The way that changed… it broke him. He had to change that.

Hanbin rushed into the ER with you in his arms, desperately shouting for help. He watched helplessly, feeling wretched as the nurses wheeled you away. They had to disinfect the wound and stitch it up. Luckily, the bullet wasn’t lodged in your body, but even for a hospital’s ER, a gun shot wound was no small task. Hanbin just sat there, waiting and waiting, hoping that everything would turn out okay. Luckily, he had the sense to take you to his friend’s hospital, and so, there was no question of police or inquiries. He sat there, thinking back on the way things happened. Was this really the life he wanted? Would he someday turn into Jiyong hyung? Would he become someone who could shoot the person he loved? It scared him. He had always admired Jiyong hyung’s commitment, but now, he was questioning it all. Suddenly your phone rang. It was with Hanbin. He slowly answered the phone with shaky hands.

“Hello?”

It was Jongin.

“Oh it’s you? Are you the same guy from yesterday? Because if you are, I’m going to find you and kill you. You’ve abducted her, haven’t you? You’re drugging her and keeping her there against her will. You-“

Hanbin cut him off. He was too exhausted to fight over someone he hadn’t ever spoken to.

“No, it’s not the same guy.”

Jongin paused. He seemed rather sheepish for a minute, but he continued anyway,

“Who are you? What have you done to her? Where is she?”

Hanbin paused. Sounding strained, he said,

“Do you care about her?”

Jongin sounded taken aback. His voice turned a little softer.

“Of course I do. She’s my friend. And I like her.”

Hanbin felt a little better. He knew Jiyong would probably be mad at him if he knew, but he decided to call Jongin to the hospital. He needed someone who could fill in your details.

“Y/N, is in the hospital right now. She got shot. I’ll text you the address. Come to the ER.”

And he cut the call, going back to silently worrying about you.

Jongin put down the phone, in shock. He had heard rumours that Kwon Jiyong had abducted someone, but he was hoping against hope that it wasn’t you. Once he heard Hanbin’s voice however, he knew it was the truth. Jongin’s heart sank a little as he started getting ready to go to the hospital. As he strapped the dagger to his thigh and put the gun in his pocket, he seriously contemplated telling the rest of the guys. He was in the gang that was Jiyong’s rival gang after all. He had a responsibility as one of the heads of EXO. But he also had a responsibility as your friend. He knew that once he got the gang involved, there was no going back. After that, it would be between the gangs. No one would care about you, and you would probably get hurt in the process. His chest tightened a little. He couldn’t do that to you. If he had to, he would introduce you to the gang after you said yes to him asking you out. He wanted to keep you as safe as possible. He wanted you to be as far away from all the violence as possible. He didn’t want you to have to find out this way. But he knew one thing. He would make sure you were safe. He would make sure you were happy. He grit his teeth. He wouldn’t let Jiyong get away with this. Jongin drove to the hospital, as fast as he could, but by then, you had finished getting your stitches and Hanbin had taken you back. He just waited at the reception, clenching his fist a little tighter. His eyes were set. He might have missed you today, but now, he knew where you were. And now, it was war.

Hanbin and you sat in the car in silence, you still in shock and Hanbin not knowing what to say. You were trembling, still scared from what had happened. Hanbin watched you in silence, knowing there was nothing he could say to make things better. Hanbin slowly reached for your trembling hand and held it, gently stroking it so that you calmed down. It worked. Your breathing was getting steadier and you weren’t shaking as violently anymore. He softly said,

“I’m sorry.”

You replied, equally softly,

“It’s okay.”

You knew Hanbin had nothing to do with shooting you. Hanbin would never. He was too nice. You were only scared that it was Jiyong. Closing your eyes, you tried your level best to stop replaying his eyes when he shot you in you head and tried to stay calm. When you finally got to the base, your legs were still a little unsteady, and you were tired, as you were on heavy painkillers and you were running a slight fever. One look at you struggling to walk and Hanbin just scooped you up into his arms, feeling terrible at the way you were still shivering a little. He put you down on your bed. You mumbled,

“Thanks Hanbin. I’ll manage from here.”

He looked at you like you were insane.

“Y/N, do you seriously think I’m going to let you stay here alone tonight? Fuck no! I’ll be with you.”

And turning a deaf ear to all your protests, he went a got some water in a bowl and starting putting a cold compress on your forehead to bring down the fever. Slowly, you also calmed down, letting Hanbin run his fingers through your hair to calm you down. You were glad that through all of this, you got to know someone like Hanbin, because you really valued the friendship you had with him. You were just closing your eyes, trying to relax, when you heard the door open. Hanbin immediately jumped up.

“Hyung, I really don’t think you should be here.”

Jiyong ignored him.

“Y/N?”

You started trembling. You couldn’t get the face he had when he pulled the trigger out of your mind. Jiyong pushed Hanbin away lightly, moving closer to you, desperate to see with his own eyes that you were okay. You were bundled up under the covers on the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the covers back, trying to check on your wound. The thought of having harmed you was driving him insane. He first saw your bandaged arm. It killed him to see it that way, but he was glad it hadn’t been critical. He reached up to tuck some hair behind your eyes, when he felt you flinch. Your entire body was shaking violently from the fear. Only then did he finally look up at your face. For the first time since he met you, those beautiful eyes that were always blazing, full of determination, stared back at him, full of fear.

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