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PLOT TWIST (4)

▸ chapter 4; the art of learning and overthinking

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there was a saying that learning is a lifelong process. what will you learn about the underworld, the first time you stepped into it? you might have what they call a beginner's luck, but will that be enough for the things you'll be facing soon?

✵ notes : 8k-ish. wow. thanks for waiting, to those whoever awaits i guess. i was thinking of making a taglist for this fic. taglist will be used for updates; ANY updates regarding PT. just drop ur @ in my askbox (here). also, PLS REBLOG.

WARNINGS BELOW CUT.

☒ warnings: smut... like a wholeass breeding kink i laid it all there, once more. marriage talk, maybe a swear word(s) here and there, do remind me if i missed anything

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

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"what's happening?"

"i think they're fighting."

"over what?"

"dunno."

"guys, why are you standing like that?"

"like what?"

"like clearly, fucking eavesdropping. who—"

"—ssshh! they're at it again. can you hear what he said to her?"

"not a single word."

seven men stood in front of hongjoong's office with their ears flat against the door, hoping they could get a hint of anything that happened inside. however nothing was heard, no clear words exchanged between you and hongjoong got out of the door, courtesy of his soundproof room. that was besides from hongjoong's screams alongside your own. your two voices went against each other, each time getting louder and louder.

hongjoong was livid upon your actions before.

yet you stood your ground still.

"—we just had this opportunity, y/n, and the one time, the one fucking time i trusted you to stand under the light, you fucking threw everything that we worked hard for away just like that!" he screamed, clearly driven by anger upon your actions back at the lee mansion. to the lee juyeon.

"i threw no one and nothing! i did what i was supposed to do, i was trying to save ateez!" you screamed back defending yourself.

to your words he almost laughed maniacally. ”save ateez? by putting us in jeopardy?”

closing your eyes, you sighed. the atmosphere was tense between you and hongjoong, and it was not something that you imagined would happen in the first months of officially being a part of ateez. as a part of ateez, of course it was your goal to make ateez better and powerful. yet hongjoong couldn’t seem to see it from your point of view.

exasperatedly, you sighed. ”have some trust in me. am i not a part of ateez?"

"precisely.”

he pressed, before continuing. “because you're a part of ateez, y/n, that's precisely why you should be more careful! anything that's gonna happen to you, gonna happen to us and it's all on you. you risk not only your life or mine, but our brothers. your husband. our allies. everyone that worked under and with us, can't you see it?"

"did i not secure our place in the gala? on my first night introduced to the underworld?"

hongjoong was immediately silenced. on that note, you were right. you secured ateez’ place in the gala.

on a special note, that is.

“hongjoong?”

turning to juyeon, hongjoong stuttered his words out, “mr. lee, please forgive y/n’s boldness, she only worked in the shadow before a-and never ha-“

“make sure you all come to my gala. the whole week, i expect you all to be there. i’ll introduce you to some of my friends.” juyeon cut his words. looking back, hongjoong caught juyeon’s eyes wandering to the corner where he just had his conversations with you, but to no avail when he didn’t caught you in his line of sight.

juyeon drew a small smile which surprised hongjoong, before looking back to him, “she’s intriguing. i should have more time to know her, and i insist it.” he then straightened his hand out for hongjoong to take,

“i should hope to see ateez more in the future.”

“what did you two talk about?”

it was a question, but you know hongjoong would demand an answer from you.

a shadow brought into the light, and not even in one night, was able to reach a place even hongjoong has never reached before. a higher league. anyone in their right mind would question it the way hongjoong did.

“what did he say to you?” you countered.

“don’t answer a question with another, and i asked first.”

with the staring contest the both of you were having and hongjoong’s stubborness, you know you wouldn’t win against your captain.

you sighed, “i just said something about admiring his father’s work, that he was a winner, then he just said i fascinate him and made sure i came to the gala. that’s all, i promise.” you explained.

“joong, i don’t know what else to say but i just wish you could see that i’m on your side. i want ateez to win, the way you want it. nothing else.”

silence took over as hongjoong’s thoughts done the same to his head.

"okay." he sighed after a few moments. "but i'm warning you, y/n. no more bold moves that i don't know of. behave." he pressed. he moved towards his table and sat down.

"you're dismissed."

and so you left the room.

it takes time.

it takes time, was the sentence you say to yourself repeatedly on daily basis. ever since you got tangled with ateez, married to one of its member. ever since you knew hongjoong and worked your hardest for his trust. that it would take time for hongjoong to fully trust you.

your intentions haven't faded still.

midnight strikes. the kitchen was cold and empty. sitting on the island, the bourbon in your hand had melted the ice as you hold it, just staring at it blankly. you chugged it in one go and filled your cup once again. a sigh slipped through your lips unconsciously.

were you too much?

the events that happened the last weeks played in your mind, as you go through it one by one, moment by moment, correcting yourself in your mind.

the first time hongjoong unofficially accepted you into ateez.

babel.

lee juyeon and the conversation you had.

it most definitely was the unexpected outcome, how you crossed the boundary, how, weirdly enough, he was intrigued by you instead of angered by your statements. how you secured ateez's place in the gala all because of he insisted you'd be there. based on that thoughts alone, you couldn't help but wonder what will happen at the gala soon.

and that man in the garden, with his piercing brown eyes.

strikingly handsome man.

it was quite an embarrassing scene, yet all through it he only showed his concerns. even after he picked you up and moved you to a quiet hall. even after you just said a quick thank you and hurriedly ran away from him, not wanting to cause another scene any further.

you didn't get to know his name.

not that you needed it, it was just for formality. he saved you, after all.

raising your cup, you sipped your bourbon again. you were just reaching the bottle to pour another, when wooyoung's voice halted you. "how many have you had?"

turning your head, you saw him standing near the arch with a disapproving look on his face.

"five... this would've been the sixth," you answered truthfully, chuckling to ease the air.

"you know i hate it when you drink. i don't want you to bring back that awful drinking habit of yours." he scowled. "i don't want you to get sick, baby. you know that, right?"

by bad habit, he might be referring to your habit of drinking those poisons like water. you'd drink when you're happy. when you're sad. when you got problems. for lunch, for dinner. any time you could drink you'd drink, and it had became a part of your life so much that you didn't think much of it. though you always stay sober instead of drunk.

and wooyoung hated it so much he cut off all access to alcohol after the first few months of becoming your boyfriend. it was a weird feeling, the withdrawal you had. yet you weren't being fussy about it, only coming back to alcohol on certain occasion like parties, dinner, and now, just casually thinking of life on a slightly deeper level.

you smiled, "you're worried. i understand." you put down your cup on the sink, and put away the bottle back on its rack. you sat back on the chair as wooyoung walked towards you. he positioned himself between your thighs. your hands instinctively circled his neck, as he caressed your thighs softly. a peck landed on your chin.

"a penny for your thoughts?"

the dreading question left his lips. the one question which has no definite answer, at least for the night. too much thing going around in your head with little to no way to explain it. you shook your head, only answering to him with that smile from before.

"was it hongjoong hyung? what did you guys talk about? he seemed mad." he urged still.

"you asked as if it was bad and you were ready to land a punch on him."

"that's because i might."

chuckling, you circled your hands tightly around him, assuring him. "i'm okay. we're okay. he's just concerned and he voiced it all so well. as he's supposed to do, as our captain." you assured him, adding a peck on his cheek to secure your statement. "don't worry, woo. it was just about the gala."

"you sure?"

"yeah."

"then there's no reason for you to stay up late anymore..." he pulled on your waist, "come to bed then? i hate sleeping without you." he whined.

he offered you his hand, which you took happily. hand in hand the both of you walked towards your room, ending the night. safely tucked underneath the warm blanket, protected by the arms of none other than your lovely husband.

there were papers scattered around the wooden table, the computer screen was on but untouched, and a half cup of coffee that turned cold by then.

messy table, messy head they say.

yet it was far from how juyeon looked standing by his windowsill. his shirt were still unchanged from last morning, but still fits him well with no crinkles. his tie was loose, with his sleeves rolled up. the clock on his table was the only reminder the day had changed and the sun will soon be up, yet there he was still.

lacking sleep and deep in his thoughts.

a knock arrived on his office door yet he didn't bother to look up, only doing so when his butler called his name.

"sir juyeon," he called.

breaking his train of thoughts, juyeon looked to the elderly man standing near his desk. "ah, park jipsa*."

"sir, the sun is almost up and you haven't had any sleep. you're not doing any of your job either. you're risking your health, sir." the elderly butler reminded him, which juyeon only replied with a chuckle.

"you sound like you actually care about me." he mused with a chuckle, not forgetting to give him a side look.

"that's because it's my job, sir. to make sure the lee family line goes on. it's always been a park's job to make sure of it, since years ago and for years to come," he countered back, face straight yet his eyes still hold a hard look in them.

"not to mention it was your father's dying wish for me to keep you safe."

ah, the lee minhyuk. dearest father. melancholy hit him, juyeon gazed to the purplish orange sky sitting outside his window. the sun was starting to show itself, welcoming itself to the morning.

"never thought i'd be here without him." juyeon murmured to himself.

"he loved you so much he designed everything through and through, just for you to be here,"

that old man had served the lee family since the time of juyeon's grandfather's reign. he had served lee jiyoung until her downfall, served lee minhyuk until his death, and finally lee juyeon himself. for those years, nothing about the man ever changed.

his tongue still sharp as ever,

and his loyalty remained strong as ever.

nothing but truth came out of his mouth. lee minhyuk was one of the fiercest man to ever live; despite his ways of usurping and his infamous act in backstabbing his own family. the world might remember him as a hero, as a villain, but to juyeon he was simply a loving father. loving enough to fulfill juyeon's need as a child even after his mother's death.

to put everything in, he simply missed his father.

juyeon blinked a tear away, sighing before he brought back himself to reality. "you got the thing i asked for?"

"yes sir." park jipsa took out a folder and moved forward, handing it to juyeon. juyeon took it from him, opening the folder himself and screened through its pages.

"jung y/n was an orphan. her lineage is unknown at all, our investigator asked around the orphanage and said she was just dropped there and have been there since she was a baby. the orphanage had a funding program which enabled people to fund for the children there, if they wish to help but not to adopt. that funding helped jung y/n to go to school and after that, she got a scholarship to pursue further education abroad,” the butler explained, before adding, "not much is found about her life there. after that she just went back here and took small jobs. she met ateez and jung wooyoung, courtesy of the dirty job her boss had with ateez. the rest are history, they got married and here they were."

juyeon hummed. "nothing else?"

"nothing else. nothing related to you nor the mafia world,” he answered. "may i ask who she is to you, sir? for you to look about her this way."

"that's what i'm trying to find out too, park jipsa." he grinned, closing the folder. "i just found her, and she's... enticing. i can't quite put it in words yet. like i've known her before. but alas, we haven't. but i’ll make sure we do.”

"ah, and that thing i requested?" juyeon asked once again.

his butler nodded, "it's almost ready and will be sent first thing after it's done."

juyeon let out a satisfied hum. standing up, he stretched a bit before retreating from his office.

"i'll be resting the whole day. don't bother cleaning up my desk. i'll be available for work tomorrow." he announced as he walked out.

the butler nodded and bowed.

"as you wish, sir."

the lee family gala week only started a few days after chuseok. with a few days off, ateez decided that they'd visit a family for the holiday. that family happened to be wooyoung's only remaining relative; his father who lived around the rural area of the town.

it's not like the rest of the members didn't have a family. however, wooyoung's father was the only elderly figure that aligned with ateez, as in being in underworld. he was a part of a small gang who understood a little of the underworld, only stopping when he had wooyoung. some said he sort of trained wooyoung to get into the underworld. the rest of ateez's relative aren't much involved; hence the bond was better with wooyoung's father.

jung ilwoo, but he was more famous as just mr. jung.

the air in the countryside sure was different from the one in the city. along the fresh air the smell of barbecued beef filled your nose. the members were preparing for dinner behind you, going back and forth.

"food's almost ready!" seonghwa shouted, and people quickly gathered around, finishing their tasks faster.

"guys, where's wooyoung?" you asked when you couldn't found him within the crowd.

"try the kitchen. he was in charge of making songpyeon." one of them quipped.

answering a quick okay, you walked into the house. you called upon your husband by his name, which he loudly answered back, telling you of his whereabouts.

there you found him, sitting in the kitchen comfortably, skillfully molding the colorful songpyeons by hand.

"woo, come on, dinner's almost ready,"

"hold on," he didn't even spare you a glance, "i'm trying to make the songpyeons as pretty as possible." he remarked while proudly showing you one of the songpyeons he made.

you tsked him. "they're gonna end up ruined in our stomach anyways."

your nonchalantness had him scowling. "it's holidays, we deserve something pretty. and they say if you can make pretty songpyeons, you'll make pretty babies." he insisted.

"you seemed to be interested in babies a lot these days." you noted, with a lighthearted chuckle.

but it didn't set a reaction you expected out of wooyoung. rather than giving you another witty remarks or anything light to the moment like he always did, he stopped a while, stunned, before lowering his head, consumed by deep thoughts in his head. that chuckle and smile on your face was quickly wiped out as you reach for him.

"woo?" you called, nudging him by his shoulders lightly with your fingers.

he raised his hand, grazing your fingers before taking it in his own palm. he took a moment of silence while holding your hand, tracing every marks in there.

"i've been thinking about making a family of our own. it's been a while," he blurted out.

"i know. san told me," your other hand went up to his cheek, caressing him softly. "why haven't you told me this face to face?" you asked him.

"i dropped hints. like a lot." he jokingly said. "but i guess anyone would take it as a joke as usual—"

"you're not a joke, never."

"—point is i was just afraid, i guess." he finished nervously.

"of what?"

"that maybe you don't want kids. that maybe we'd be bad parents, or worse, if i wasn't good enough to become a dad, considering my... line of work. and many more reason." he explained, eyes still looking down at his own feet.

there's only one jung wooyoung.

however the times you've spent with each other had made you both realize that there are many things you don't know about each other. like how hard it was for wooyoung to voice out his thoughts, preferring acts than words. as a capo he was more used to receiving commands, listening, doing things and getting them done, despite being able to have thoughts of his own and proving it more than once. having lived with it longer than he was with you, it became something that stays with him. he might be mouthy and loud when he was clingy or showing his affections to you and others, but not when it comes to himself.

i’m okay, it’s nothing much. those were the words that most likely would came out of his mouth. all those times when he came home bruised all over his body, or even bleeding. when he could barely move without wincing in every step he took, clearly in pain. when he came out of hongjoong’s office with his head down, always the same answer.

it took you hours, even days to extract it out of him. and you’d never forget to appreciate him when he finally came clean about his problems.

“woo, look at me.” you spoke softly, pulling up his chin softly to stare into his eyes. “i’m your wife, you’re my husband. remember? we made a vow.” which he nodded.

“i understand that you might need time to speak up, but i don’t want us to keep anything from each other. especially things regarding our marriage, our family.” you explained.

“and about that,” you quipped, “i’m not opposed to it. but i want us to be more ready instead of just being reckless.”

upon your words, a hopeful smile appeared on his face, his eyes turned crescent along with it. “really?” he asked, making sure which you answer with a nod. “does that mean we can start trying and preparing?”

you feigned a gasp, “i thought you’ve been trying since forever?”

you both laughed to it. the moment was soon broken by a shout from outside, loudly calling for dinner. "c'mon, let's not make others wait."

hollers welcomed you when you and wooyoung walked out of the house, joining the rest on the veranda for dinner.

“i hope you didn’t taint the kitchen. your dad cooks and eat there, y’know.” yeosang teased, eliciting laughs from others.

“how about i taint your ears, shithead?” wooyoung taunted back menacingly, “i’ll gladly move next to your room, if that’s what you want.” he ended. the smile quickly wiped out of yeosang’s face as it turned pale with the imagination of restless nights caused by your nightly acts next to his room. and with wooyoung's stamina? it'd be miracle to have a 3 hours quiet time.

after all, that's why you both got your own quarters, far from others' in the mansion.

“i’d rather have my ears stabbed then.” he deadpanned.

dinner started, along with chatters shared between the boys and wooyoung's father. though the old man preferred to answer shortly, being a quiet person he was.

you didn't talk much with him, with how he answered so shortly. yet you still care for him, constantly reminding wooyoung to come home once in a while or bringing things for his father.

"woo, aren't we gonna make offerings with the songpyeon and everything?" you quipped. dinner was done, you and wooyoung were in charge of washing dishes.

wooyoung raised his eyebrows and returned a loud, "huh? what offerings?"

"to your ancestors? it's a part of the holiday too, right?" you asked.

after thinking for a while, he let out a loud 'ah'. "my dad stopped doing that when i was like... ten? i don't know." he answered nonchalantly. "besides, my dad said my grandpa and grandma passed a long time ago, when he was younger. he kinda decided it's way past the time."

"not even to your mom?"

the question left him stunned for a while.

"right... she's dead. i don't know a thing about her though."

"i'm sorry, love." you offered an sympathetic smile. "was she bad, did she neglect you or something?"

he shrugged, "i don't know. dad never really talked about her, he was kinda dismissive about it. just said that she died not long after i was born."

he inhaled, then exhaled, seemingly deep in thoughts before speaking again. "but i don't think she's bad at all." he stated. "one time when i came home from school, i think i was around eleven or twelve... he set up an offering table. there were no photos, no name or anything. i asked him who it was for, and he said it was for my mom. he said it was an... important time and she would want to be remembered. so we prayed for her. and i asked one more time about her to my dad."

"what did he say?"

"he just said he believed that my mom would've loved me. it's just that fate didn't really allow us to be together. sounds cliche as fuck and i don't really get it even now. but i decide to believe that she did love me. it's easier that way too. i never asked much after that."

"so you never know anything about her? at all?" you queried, invested in his back story.

stopping his movement in wiping the plates, he leaned back and furrowed his brows, deeply thinking. then he answered,

"dad said my eyes were like hers, and she gave me my name. he also said she was brave and i took after her, just in a reckless way."

that conversation ended with laughs escaping from both of your mouths. and so did the night.

midnight passed, and you were sure everyone was fast asleep when you moved to the living room.

the songpyeons you had spared before were placed neatly on a plate, along with some other offerings like fruits. there were a bowl of rice and a soup. lighting the candles, you sat down in front of the table.

you've decided to pay a little respect for wooyoung's mother, if he and his father decided not to.

you thanked mrs. jung for bringing wooyoung to where he is now; as your loved one, while wondering what would she be like if she were still here. what would she see from you, and many things. you prayed that wherever she is now she'll do well, promising you'll do your best to be wooyoung's wife.

he might be a pain in the ass sometimes but thank you, he's the sweetness everyone needed in this bitter life.

you were just sitting comfortably in the silence when you heard someone clearing their throat just behind you. turning your back, your eyes found mr. jung standing there, just staring at you blankly.

"abeoji*..." you stuttered like a deer caught in the headlight, quickly standing up. awkwardness filled in, you knew you weren't wrong for doing it, but it feels unfair to do it yourself when wooyoung and his father didn't even do so. despite being in laws with mr. jung, you still feel like a stranger in the household.

he raised his hand calmly, dismissing the awkwardness. then he smiled at you. he took a closer look to the offering table you made for mrs. jung.

he then just stared at it longingly.

not a single word slipped out of your lips when he observed you and your midnight activity. he just sighed again, retreating.

"you really are something else." he chuckled with his deep voice.

"i'm sorry if this offended you." you apologized, but he just shook his head.

"you're doing something nice, how am i offended?" he said, "i trust she'll be at ease... now that you're here."

he then proceeded to speak more. "always a surprise, something else she was. i wish she could've seen wooyoung and how he grew up, what kind of man he will grown into."

"i'm sure she would've been so proud oof wooyoung and you. for raising him to the man he is today. i believe she'd do anything for you if she could." you said soothingly.

"hmm, it shows." he quipped. “for everything to fall this way, i can see why she chose…“ he stopped himself, staring at you for a while, before moving his eyes to the offering table once more.

“this.”

you raised your eyebrows upon the cryptic message, confusion written all over your face. upon seeing your contorted face, instead of further explaining things, the man chose to retreat, offering you a small smile.

“good night, y/n.”

it was a weird encounter with mr. jung.

however, you remembered wooyoung and hongjoong's words, about how cryptic and confusing the elderly man can be. and you were never in one thought anyway with mr. jung, so you decided to drop the thoughts of that night.

but surprise, surprise, oh the thoughts you were going to have today.

"...say what?" you dumbly ask once again.

your butler sighed, once again offering the fancy box in his hand. "it came just this morning, madam. a gift from lee juyeon for the gala, addressed to mrs. jung y/n." he explained.

the whole people sat around the table were silent as they watched the scene unfold before them. wooyoung rose to action first, snatching the box from the butler and putting it on the table.

upon opening the box, he was met with a neatly folded fabric of what seemed to be a dress, a set of jewelry, a pair of masks, an invitation and a piece of paper. he took both the invitation and paper, observing the contents. he found the gala theme to be a masquerade party, the lee family invited ateez to be a part of the gala for a week. he then moved his eyes to the other piece of paper, reading it carefully.

he decided to read it out loud. "dearest mrs. jung, i hope you accept this token of good friendship between us, ateez and lee family. come to the gala and— what the fuck? —and allow me to have a dance with you— what the," he seethed, "what is this royal bastard doing?! sending you these and- and a dance?! hyung didn't you tell him she was married?" he asked, voice going an octave higher.

"well he did use 'mrs. jung', so he should've known." yeosang quipped, back to eating his breakfast.

"hongjoong?" you asked him unsurely. he took the paper from wooyoung's hand, reading the content quickly before putting it down.

"we need this connection." he sighed, but proceed to look up to you, "how about you? are you okay with this? i know this is important and we kinda don't have a choice, but i wanna know how you feel about this. don't do it if you're not comfortable." he made sure, eyes glimmering with hesitation. you just nod, though hesitating, you sure want to give the best.

"we have no choice." you murmured agreeing with him.

"uh, excuse me? i'm her husband? shouldn't i be the one saying that?" wooyoung cut in the conversation, still salty and filled with jealousy.

"ooh, the green monster is showing." one of the boys said, inducing laughter.

hongjoong just chuckled. "hey, no one is in fault in here. i told him she was married, y/n explained to him that you are, no doubt, her husband." he explained.

"you do you, woo. watch on your wife, but remember," he pressed on his last word, "business is business. keep it professional. and i see there's a pair of matching masquerade mask in there. i think it speaks a lot."

standing up, hongjoong clasped his hands together, gathering his voice before announcing, "tonights is the start of the gala week. prepare yourselves, show up all clean, be ready, and be at your best behavior. i expect the best out of all of us. we're leaving at five this evening."

he raised his cup of morning tea, proposing a toast.

"to our glory."

the whole day, wooyoung has been pouting, seething, if not drowning in jealousy over the morning shenanigans. it was bound to happen anyway, with how possessive he could be. not that you're complaining, that side of him could lead to many passionate things to your marriage life.

passionate arguments, and even more passionate endings, fiery make ups.

you constantly teased him, drawing even more crinkle on his face leading to you laughing. he was still upset, but it went moderate when you found that juyeon not only included a pair of matching mask, but also a matching tie to your dress for wooyoung's attire, in which wooyoung complained with a ‘tie and a dress? that’s hardly fair.’

in the end, you both had to use the gift well.

"fuck, that royal bastard has a good taste, too." he murmured, on today's evening while waiting for you on the living room.

he was trying his best to still look upset, keyword trying. the only thing that made him angry in the first place was the fact some other guy gave you something personal; but can he truly stay mad when you look this good?

it was a long black dress, his favorite color. a sleeveless dress with a halter style top and a choker neckline. the piece being backless and having an absolutely low cut on the front part did not help at all, only accentuating the curves of your breasts. the only cute thing the dress provided was the frilly tulle skirt. the pair of earrings and bracelet only made you shine brighter, giving you that elegant look.

and it didn't help you the way wooyoung look with his all black suit and a tie matching to your black dress. his usually messy hair was now tied up. the rolex he got sat nicely on his wrist, giving him that professional look. as if he wasn't ravishing enough to begin with in his usual baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, he had to rub his handsomeness to your face this way.

"you look absolutely ravishing, wife," he couldn't help but blurt out, eyes still watching you like a hawk watching on its prey. he landed a smooth kiss on the back of your hand.

"and so are you, husband." you smirked. you boldly reach out, pulling on his neck to land a playful kiss on his lips which he happily returned.

"please, for the love of god, get a room."

at this point, none of the boys' complaints got into any of your brains. hand in hand, and still stars trucked, you both got into the designed rolls royce. you thought the sunset looked nice that day, but all wooyoung see was you, all the way to the lee family mansion.

the lee family mansion, to say it was nicely decorated wouldn't do any justice.

everything was decorated in a golden brown hue, the lights were set in a yellow tone. just from the lobby you could faintly hear a classical music played by orchestra, and you could see some art pieces here and there, the ones that were guarded and, maybe, were lent from museum.

talking about old money.

there are some guests chatting just around the corner of the great hall, while the rest busy themselves waltzing around in the middle of the room with their respective partners.

"tiger in. is everybody in the room?"

hongjoong's voice came through each of your ear pieces. you and wooyoung look at each other before nodding, confirming that you hear the same thing. pressing a button, you each confirmed of your presence.

"yeon in."

"uno in."

"mars in."

"lion in."

"howl in."

"bear in."

"fox in."

lastly, you spoke, "ocean in."

"remember. behave. dance or talk around, make new allies, and observe. dismissed." hongjoong's voice once again blasted, before a light beep came through, ending the conversation.

from the corner of your eyes you could faintly see the members starting to scatter around the room, some in pairs, some alone. your arm was still intertwined with wooyoung, as he lead you further into the great hall.

"i think we have some time for us." wooyoung remarked, stopping in near the dancing crowd. stepping in front of you, he offered his hand. "what do you say? shall we dance?"

smirking, you accepted his hand. "lead the way, husband."

he hold your hand in his, while his other hand rested on your waist. you put your other hand on his shoulder. he lead you both to the middle of the dancing crowd, feet tapping to the music as he swayed you in his arms.

wooyoung was undoubtedly a good dancer. he lead you in such a way you were easily swayed and moved, as if your muscles became his to move around. he spin you around, eliciting chuckles from the both of you when your tulle twirled with your movement. once again his hand landed on your waist, pulling you close to his body.

"you're so beautiful." he whispered.

"and you're so handsome. how many times more are we going to have this conversation?" you ask amusedly.

"until i forget how beautiful you are."

he lowered his eyes, taking your whole attire. the dress, the black with gold stripes mask similar to his adorning your eyes, the soft velvet gloves encasing your hands— you looked stunning. you looked so stunning he couldn't help his hand to go higher, resting it on your bare back, giving it a gentle squeeze. his breath went heavier as he felt your smooth skin under his palm.

you hissed upon his touch, hot against your skin. "woo—" you warned.

"i need you," he exhaled, "god, i need you so desperately. you're so beautiful it's driving me insane." he spoke breathily.

"baby, we're at work." you reminded him of the reality, but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he moved his lips near your ears, his breath ghosted around as he lightly nip your earlobe.

"it'll be quick, i promise. i'll make it good." his grip on your back went tighter, "please," he begged.

he moved his head back, staring at your eyes and lips for a second. lust were clear in his eyes, from behind his mask. he dived for your lips, kissing you lightly, though you know he's holding himself back so much as you were both in a middle of a crowd, while at work. the kiss might be light and seemly innocent, but not with the way he bit your lower lip when he pulled back, alluring you with his lustful gaze.

he pleaded once again.

in which you could no longer keep your stance, nor your needs, nor your sanity. a whispered yes escaped your lips, and he was fast in pulling you away from the crowd, away from the great hall, practically running to the farthest and quietest bathroom. patience be damned, as thin as ice when he backed you up against each hallway, kissing and groping each other as if there's no tomorrow.

thank the lees for having such a big bathroom.

wooyoung basically pushed you inside the room, making your waist hit the cabinet as he locked the room.

oh, the primal look in his eyes.

he took of his mask, threw it somewhere across the room. you did the same. he stepped forward, claiming your lips with his once again, this time with no restraint as no one was around. you could hear your breaths racing, the messy smacking of your lips against his, raising heat to your face and your insides.

"baby," you pulled, trying hard to hold him, "baby we gotta be quick," you reminded him.

he just nodded. "turn around for me." and you obeyed him, turning around to face the huge mirror in front of you. "watch us baby. don't take your eyes off the mirror." he commanded.

and you did.

you watched as he stared at you through the mirror, his hands busy in picking up your tulle skirt revealing your black panties. you picked your skirt from his hand, bunching some of the fabric in your hands, putting it aside.

he slid his hand through your (already soaked) panties, and you involuntarily closed. "eyes open, baby girl." he gripped your jaw. he quickly pulled his zipper, lowering both his underwear and pants just enough to let his dick out. you couldn't see it, the anticipation of it filling you, until you could feel him putting your panties aside, teasing your other lips with his tip before he pushed his dick inside your walls, up to the brim and stilling, catching his breath.

"stop fluttering around me," he whined feeling your walls massaging his cock nicely. "fuck, so tight."

you were already a moaning mess by the time he slowly moved.

"faster, woo," you begged already letting the greed take over. his faint smirk was visible through the mirror.

the snapping movement he created was so good you almost lost balance, but he caught you just in time as he brought his body closer to you, trapping you between the cabinet and himself. he put his hand near your stomach on the cabinet to save you from further unwanted pain, as he laid his head against yours, lips right beside your ears.

"my good girl, so dirty, so in love with me she'd let me take her in someone else's bathroom, at work," he groaned into your ears. "your moans are so pretty, baby. here i thought the dress was the only pretty thing on you."

praising or degrading, at this point you have no idea. not with how delicious his cock glided around your velvet walls. not with how his lips playfully glided across the column of neck, giving feathery kisses.

"y-you're fucking me so good, woo," you moaned out.

"yeah? always giving the best for my girl, no?" he asked you, and you nod obediently.

"look at how beautiful you are now, y/n." he gripped your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes open, "other men might give you this dress, and this dress looked so damn good on you, yes,"

so this is what it was about. partly.

"but only i can make you moan so pretty like this. make your pretty pussy flutter, make your face contort in pleasure prettily when i give you those mind blowing orgasm," he taunted, "only my dick can please you, filling you up with my cum the way you like it."

a loud moan slipped through you agape mouth, amusing wooyoung. "you always loved my cum, don't you? filling you up to the brim. fuck, could get you all round and pregnant. would you like that?"

"yes, yes, yes!"

"yes what, baby?"

"give me your babies, fill me up, i'll be pregnant for you, fuck!" you cried out, feeling the hot wave on your lower parts, "fuck baby, i'm—" your brain short circuited stopping your words, completely replacing it with louder moans.

"you're gonna walk around and dance around with my cum inside you. i don't want a bit of it spilled out. want you to remember that you're carrying me inside of you while you talk and move around with other men." he seethed. he slipped his hand under your skirt, easily found your clit and pressed it with his thumb, making fast figure eights on it.

you desperately turned your face, hand going behind you to pull him by the cheek closer to your face, wanting to kiss him so bad. he captured your lips in a messy kiss, creating strings of saliva as both tongue danced around. he fastened his movement when he felt your pussy fluttering around him and your moans getting messier, which only mean you're close.

you came with a loud moan, your essence wetting his dick and some dripping down your thighs. wooyoung chased his high, groaning loudly when he stilled, making sure he put his cum deep inside you.

"clench baby. keep it inside." he inquired as he pulled out slowly. he quickly put your panties back, getting some tissue from the cabinet to wipe the rest of your essence on your legs as well from his overly wet dick, before putting it back to its place.

he zipped himself up before helping you to stand properly, straightening your skirt to put it back to its proper state, then smiled as if you both didn't just sin in someone else's bathroom. you were still dazed and catching your breath. turning around, you circled your hands around his neck, pulling him for a sweet soft kiss for a cherry on top.

a ringtone blasted from wooyoung's phone, breaking the kiss.

"shit, it's hongjoong hyung." he cussed, but still pressing the green button, "hello?"

"where the fuck are you? and where's y/n? why aren't you both answering to your receivers?" hongjoong's voice blasted from the speaker so loud wooyoung flinched and had to put his phone away from his ears, trying not to be deaf in such a young age.

"hyung, chill, we were just stepping out for... a fresh air." he made up while holding back his own laugh. hongjoong might be absolutely mad over this shenanigans, but it's so worth it.

"get back here asap. juyeon's asking for y/n. and i've sent everyone out to look for yo—"

and just then, the door bursted open, revealing jongho and his face, contorting in disgust when he finally realize the scene happening in front of him.

"in the middle of work? really?" wooyoung could only throw a sheepish smile. he sighed, before answering to his earpiece, "found the two lovebirds. in a damn bathroom so far in the east wing doing god knows what." he almost gagged.

jongho stepped backwards, "let's go. y/n's wanted."

"never knew bathroom air could be so fresh." someone quipped through the receiver.

the crowd in the great hall once again welcomed you. you caught hongjoong and juyeon in the line of your sight, and you knew it was your cue to go. sharing one more quick kiss with wooyoung, you departed for the two men, leaving wooyoung and jongho behind.

you threw juyeon a sweet smile, "evening mr. lee. what a great party you have here."

"and attended by a great person, too. i see you're putting my token of goodwill to good use." he remarked, taking your hand and landing a kiss there. "and i hope this a way to say yes to a dance with me?"

"it's a yes, sir."

juyeon smiled back, excusing you and himself to hongjoong before leading you to the dance floor. his movement was slightly stiffer than wooyoung's but he proved to still able to lead a dance. never having to stood this close to another man made you feel nervous, obvious to your awkward touch on his shoulder.

juyeon watched your awkward body language with an amused grin on his face, "lighten up, mrs. jung. i can promise you it's not my intention to create any problem between our relationship. especially so early like this."

"so you're planning to do it in the future, then?" you teased, in which he replied with a curt smile.

"i hope not. i'd like to make friends more than foes."

you followed his lead in the dance, lightening up yourself before juyeon as you both chatted. lee juyeon is as smooth as he is light with his lips, in contrast to his usual hard look and rumored harsh personality. despite you being the one who had to approach him and initiate alliance, he talked more and eased the air around, sometimes even joking around.

after a while, you finally decided to push the topic you've been dreading for the past week. "so what do you think, mr. lee? of my proposal, alliance between us?" you asked, anxiety churning in the pit of your stomach.

juyeon went quiet upon your sudden intrusion, and you thought maybe you were too fast on confronting the issue. his eyes wandered around the room, trying to escape your gaze, you presumed. however he tightened his grip on you, bringing you closer to him.

"i actually have considered it, and i think it's a nice proposal, but," he stopped for a while, "i must make sure that this will work, the lees and ateez. so i can't just accept you working under my family just like that," he continued.

your heart almost dropped, and maybe so did your face behind the mask.

"however, i have a way to do that." he spoke again, and you quickly raised your head, awaiting his next response.

"look to your left. your nine o'clock." he commanded. you slightly turned to your left, eyeing the part of the room he mentioned. he then stated, "see the man in black and white suit, a black diamond pin on his necktie and plain black mask?"

you nodded, confirming that you saw the same man.

"his name is kim younghoon, from seoul kim family. ever heard of them?"

"yes. another mafia royal family. almost like your family, i think."

"not as mighty as mine, but yes." he asserted.

"what about them?" you questioned.

juyeon took a deep breath, readying himself as he explained. "the lees and the kims have been an ally for many generations. but unfortunately, after the thing... between my dad and lee jiyoung, it sort of created a gap between us." he added, "most of their families were supporters of my aunt." you nodded.

"their fields are similar to ateez's biggest industry at the moment. meds, drugs, et cetera. you'd found common ground with them and ateez will grow more. here's where you came in handy." he remarked, "i want you to act as a third party between our families. fix things between us. i'll introduce you to kim younghoon, pass you up for a dance. you'll work with them, and if your work is good, your bond with them will automatically be stronger, however, they won't be able to ignore the fact that i was the one that brought you to them."

"a good work to the kims means a good work for me and my family. a good work with the kims and lees means you have connections to two of the most powerful mafia families. a win-win, a perfect domino effect, don't you think?" he proposed.

you furrowed your brows.

truthfully, juyeon was right. it would be like hitting two birds with one stone. the lees are ruler of the south, and the kims held most part of seoul, not to mention the amount of their members that entered the politics and industries.

you’ve heard yeosang mentioning the kims more than twice. how they owned many hospitals, many other companies as well, but putting their drug company as their main family business. the kims are born from a line of doctors, professors of medicinal world, as well as businessmen dan businesswomen. some of them are even took part in the government’s ministry of health office, to maintain free passage for their own business. they don’t take much part in the dirty work within the mafia world, but they were still influential enough within it.

“taking a sweet time, aren’t we?”

“i’ll take the offer.” you quickly blurted out.

juyeon stared at your face, your eyes, trying to find any faults, any sign of hesitation, as this was considerably a hard job for a rookie no matter how easy it sounded. yet all he was met was a pair piercing eyes staring right back at him. “i won’t pull back. just like what i said before.”

the music stopped, just after you said your last word. you both bowed at each other, ending the first dance session perfectly. taking his offered hands to you, he led you away from the dance floor right to your awaiting guest. you walked just slightly behind him, letting juyeon take all the lead.

juyeon tapped on the said man’s shoulder when you stepped behind him.

juyeon let out a curt smile when kim younghoon turned around to face him. “kim younghoon,” he greeted shortly.

“juyeon.” younghoon replied just as short with a smile on his face. “nice party.”

juyeon hummed, “never a boring party with the lees.”

the cold and thick atmosphere between the two were unmistakable, clear to anyone’s eyes who dared to observe. juyeon and his piercing gaze, kim younghoon as his calm demeanor, yet straight eyes and body language, keeping his dominant persona in check.

when juyeon realized the meaningless chit-chat would lead nowhere, he pulled you forward placing you right beside him. “this is mrs. jung y/n of ateez. i told you about her just before the gala, remember?”

upon the introduction, you quickly bowed at kim younghoon out of courtesy. you wouldn’t dare to stare yet, but you could see him offering you a warm smile and a bow just from the corner of your eyes.

“i do remember.”

“well, in my opinion you should offer her a dance. she’s a great dancer, from my short yet unforgettable experience,” juyeon had said, pulling you even further for you to stand before kim younghoon. “she follows exceptionally well.” he implied.

“then i should find out by myself.”

he offered juyeon one last bow out of courtesy, which juyeon replied back with one. juyeon stepped back, before turning around and completely disappear from both of your presence to give you a space of your own.

a counting tap was heard, indicating the start of the next dance session. younghoon offered his hand to you, “may i?”

you took his hand in you just when the music started, and he quickly led the dance, bringing you to the middle of the dancefloor between the crowd.

it started off awkwardly, as you racked your brain, thinking hardly of what to say, of how to start a conversation at all. lifting your gaze, you were met with younghoon’s pair of soft brown eyes, already staring at you.

oh. oh. you felt something tugging in your stomach as your brain remembered and tried to recall the deja vu you just had. those brown eyes. the garden, the sound of your breath hitching.

“you…” your words were stuck, as you were stunned.

the man in the garden, your helper, your savior, was none other than kim younghoon.

younghoon smiled, you could see his eyes curved into a crescent from behind his mask making his brown eyes shine even brighter.

“miss,” he greeted softly. “i finally know your name now, y/n.”

what kind of coincidence was this?

also i almost lost my whole document (fic bits, drafts, etc) bc i stupidly brought my phone to the pool and now it's dead.

* jipsa; butler

* abeoji; father (sorta formal)

ok i think i might start aiming to write >5k for each chapter so WE. CAN. GET. IT. DONE.

also i feel like i'm gonna focus more on younghoon, juyeon, y/n and hongjoong in the next chapter bc i need to start building the plot up.

I HOPE U ENJOY

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Partners

Summary: The two partners in crime that did everything together as a team for the team, were finally separated.

Oneshot

Fluff, Angst w/a happy ending, Mafia au, Hurt/comfort au

Trigger Warnings: Guns, Knives, Rescuing a spider or two, Murder, Death/Dying mentions, No main character or member death, Damnation, and Mentions of Drugs (none used or sold by reader).

Word Count: 5,582

Younghoon X Reader

[A/n: If my friend; @jinkoh never put this in my mind, my first fanfiction for the boyz probably would have probably been sweet and fluffy. Here we are… Anyways, after a few years of saying I’d write about them, now I have. And yes, of course, the reader had to be a badass. I'm still new to their personalities, so I am sorry if the characterization is off!! Fun fact: this fic starts on the same word it ends on: Another]

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Another day, another successful mission. Your team was able to find another one of your rival's hideouts and kill off several of the dealers. You high-five Younghoon as you climb out of your lookout together. He lands first on the ground. He waits for you to jump and steadies you after you hop down. You thank him before telling him, “We're such a lethal team.” He grins, and you make it to the getaway car and sit in the back with him. He speaks first, “The shot you pulled off back there?” You hum as you smirk, “Yeah?” He smiles, “I can’t believe you managed to shoot that guy in the head! We were so far away from him!” You laugh and go, “What about you? Mr. I pulled off the ending shot. You killed the guy who we’ve been after for months!” He smirks, “I did, didn’t I?” You both laugh, and Sunwoo goes, “You lovebirds done? I almost got my ass kicked back there.” You roll your eyes, and Younghoon goes, “You’re just jealous 'cause Youngjae bested a big opponent in hand-to-hand combat.” “You two saw where I was and couldn’t kill the guy for me?” You shrug, “If you didn't have it under control, he would have been shot by us.” Younghoon continues, “We had bigger fish to fry anyway.” Sunwoo rolls his eyes, and Youngjae is the last to hop into the vehicle, “Alright, who’s ready for ramen!?” You all grin and yell, “Me!”

You all laugh as you eat a hearty meal before retiring to your rooms. You hold the door open for Younghoon, and he follows you in, groaning, “I’m ready to retire for the night.” You laugh, “Me too.” You wash up first before letting him have the bathroom. You hear a cry of, “Why is it always me?!” And you knock, and he goes, “S-Spider!” You laugh and open the door, and he covers up with the shower curtain, pointing and cowering away from the bug. “You may be a skilled sniper. But you certainly can’t take out a bug.” He pouts, and you smile, “I mean it kindly.” He nods, and you trap the bug and go, “I’m going to run this little guy outside.” He shivers, “Ew.” And before you exit, he goes, “For a person who shows no mercy to the devils, you certainly are gentle to bugs.” You shake your head and laugh as you leave and let the spider out of the balcony window before locking it back up.

The following morning, Sangyeon calls for a meeting. It starts well, reviewing your success of the last year. Before he sighs, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And how we’ve been trying to eliminate our rival. And after several talks with Kevin, I’ve decided what course of action to take.” Sangyeon locks eyes with each of you, “We’re going to have to take drastic measures to end this once and for all.” You all wait for him to elaborate, and he says, “(Y/n), I’d hate to burden you with this. But you’re our keyholder. You’ll be the one to infiltrate the devils.” You couldn’t believe your ears as he continued to talk. You felt someone grab your hand and hold it tightly under the table, and you squeezed it back, reassuring him that it was okay.

Sangyeon says, “We’ll talk further. But for now, that’s what I’ve decided.” You nod, “Okay.” Younghoon immediately protests in your favor, his hand leaving yours, but you know it won’t change anything. Sangyeon has made his decision, and while he was lenient. When something favored the team, it was more important than the individuals. Not that he would assign any of you anything outside of your capabilities. Younghoon slams his hands onto the tabletop, “We’re always together! I’m (Y/n)’s partner in crime!” Sangyeon’s lips pull into a firm line, “I know. I’m sorry. But (Y/n)’s our best bet. And as much as I’d love to send Chanhee who’s always behind the scenes. He’s not a skilled marksman, like you and (Y/n).” You were the team’s sniper and weapons specialist, along with Younghoon. He begs, “Send me instead.” And you have to fight your tears as he pleads. Sangyeon shakes his head, “I can’t. They know your face when you tripped that wire when you went on that solo mission eight months ago.” Younghoon groans, and Sangyeon looks at you, “You understand, right?” You hold your voice as steady as possible, “I do…” And Younghoon looks at you, baffled before he sees the tears in your eyes. And Sangyeon leaves the room with the rest of the team to give you both time to think it over.

Younghoon waits until the door clicks before he pulls you up and into his arms. “I know you’re capable. But I don’t want you to go.” You blink back your tears, “Unlike you, I’ve never been without you on a mission. What if I’m not as good without you?” He shakes his head at you, with tears brimming his eyes, “You’ve always been better than me. You never miss a shot. You’ve always been careful. And I know without me, you’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around him, “I don’t want to go without you even though I have to.” He makes sure you’re looking him in the eyes before he says, “I have to tell you something.” You wait for him as he takes a deep breath, “You’re my partner in crime, right…” You give him a small smile, “Always.” He searches your eyes as he whispers, “I’ve always wanted you more than that. Not just in crime, I want you to be my life partner.” Your tears finally spill over at his confession. “I-I-” He shakes his head, “You don’t have to say anything back. I um- I just needed to tell you.” You cry as you finally say, “I want you too. You’ve always been my partner in more ways than I ever admitted.”

You wipe his tears as he wipes yours. You smile, “The rest of them have always called us lovebirds, it’s about time we make it true.” He laughs and agrees. Before placing his hands on either side of your cheeks and kissing you, as you quickly kiss back. You stay like that for a moment. You pull away and search his eyes, noticing the tears rolling down his cheeks. And you tell him, “I mean it, I love you.” He lays his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

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It’s the last day you'll be here, for a short while, you hope. You hug them all goodbye. It was hard to part with them after being with them for eight years of your life. Even with tears threatening to fall, they each do their best to make you laugh as they tell you goodbye. Hyunjae hugs you last, “You’ve always out-skilled me in marksmanship. When you return, we’ll compete, and I'll win, okay?” You laugh, “My ass you’ll win!” He winks, “I guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong when you return!” They all scoot back as you approach your partner. Your tears race forward as you see his tearful eyes. He pulls you into him and hides his face into your neck for a few minutes, just taking it all in, that this would be the last time you’d hug either for a long time or forever. You hold him to you, not wanting to go just as much as he didn’t want to let you go.

“I should have told you about my feelings sooner.” You cup his cheeks, “It’s okay.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks as he chokes back sobs, “I know you can do it. But what if… What if I waited all this time… Just for it to be too late.” You shake your head at him, and he holds you tighter in his arms, “What if you die out there and I never told you I loved you.” You sniffle, “But you did. And I love you too, don’t you dare forget that.” He cries, and you lift his chin and pull his lips to yours. After a brief kiss, you tell him, “Then it won’t be all for naught. If we live, we’ll be safe. And if not, we’ll at least die knowing we felt the same for each other.” He pulls his lips from yours and shakes his head at you, “How I wish these were different circumstances.” You laugh as you wipe your nose on a handkerchief, “Me too. But that’s why when I leave. I’ll be damned and determined to make it back to you.” He locks eyes with you, and you smile, “I’ll do everything to meet you on the other side. I’m damned to have you by my side.” You kiss his nose, and you both start to pull away when he whispers, “Are you sure I can’t bar you from leaving?” You giggle and whisper back, “Sangyeon would have your head.” He laughs, “It’d be worth it.” You wipe your eyes before shaking your head at him. You kiss him one last time before pulling away.

You sigh as you take one last look at the world you grew to love. They’re all waving goodbye, and Younghoon is waving with tears streaming down his eyes. You give them the bravest smile you can. And with a wave, you disappear into the night.

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It’s been a year since then, and you’re still in this damn place, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get this over. All you wanted to do was to return to be by Younghoon’s side. While you were doing this for the team and you to be safe. You were also doing everything you could to thin out the mafia from the inside. From sending the crew out at the wrong place and time or committing inside jobs to move up higher in the rankings. And since you had help from the outside. The number of coworkers you have every day is less. Now, you're the kingpin's bodyguard, and when you're not guarding him, you're the head of patrol.

Your mind is in other places while standing beside your boss. You have to stay strong for not only yourself but your partner and friends. You straighten up as you imagine what shenanigans you'd be doing. Maybe Hyunjae and you'd be pranking Sangyeon. Or you'd be in your shared room cuddling with Younghoon. Holding him to you as you run your fingers through his hair. Your mind is drawn back to your boss, who is chattering about something he wants acknowledged.

He's telling you about his latest fling, and you're resisting your recoil of disgust as you nod along to him. When he finally shuts up, you go back to daydreaming. Maybe this time, unlike before, you'd share the bed instead of just a room. Perhaps you two would buy a queen-sized mattress, plop it in the middle of the room to share, and you'd be happy. You'd still have to go out and deal with the various missions. But at least it would be alongside Younghoon again. After all, it has only been a year and some months since you’ve confessed. You both didn’t know if you’d come back alive, and you’re wondering if you ever will. You’re still waiting for a sign that they’re ready.

Your mind goes back to the first few months. It wasn’t easy infiltrating the system, but you acted swiftly, getting in on training sessions in their gyms until they started to recognize you more. And then, one day, you ‘accidentally’ caught them exercising their crimes: exchanging drugs in plain daylight. So, of course, they had to make sure you kept quiet by dragging you in further. After all, you were already in their gym 24/7. What was another hour? You acted as if you didn’t know how to shoot a gun and went up the ranks rather quickly with your skills that seemed to them as natural talent. What they didn’t realize is that you weren’t naturally rising in the ranks like they thought. After two months of being the head of the patrol, you rose artificially to the main bodyguard after he mysteriously died. Now it was only a matter of time before you’d get alone with the boss without fearing interruptions from staff and fellow guards. You still had three other bodyguards to take care of. And it was still risky to kill them all when you didn’t have the signal yet.

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You're up late, retiring to your single room after finishing your shift for the night. When you get a text from an unknown number, “New to Deobi.” Your eyes light up as you hide under your covers to text back, “How did you get my number?”

New: You know I have my ways. Your rank?

You: Main bodyguard

New: Good

New: Two days

You: No way

New: Yes, way. Now, get to bed. We got our side under control.

You giggle, almost too giddy to fall asleep. Soon you’ll be out of here. You just had to get rid of the others, an easy feat after knowing how strict everyone’s schedules were with a man who needed guarding 24/7. All you need Chanhee to do is disconnect the internal alarm system. And it was smooth sailing from there. With it still on, your boss can send out a distress signal to authorities or fellow mafias. And you couldn't risk that happening.

—Meanwhile, on the other side—

Younghoon is outside of the kingpin’s bar, just doing his nightly stroll. When one of the goons comes out talking shit about everyone in their rival's group and how the job sucked. And how his fellow bodyguards were even worse, always ordering him around, “Don’t even get me started on the piece of work that's (Y/n)!” The guy groans as he goes on about you and the other guards. How dare he talk about you like that? Without a second thought, he has his gun to his head, “No, continue. See how far that gets you.” The guy gulps, “Why would you even care? You’re in our rival’s mafia.” And he smirks as he cocks it back, “Why shouldn't I?” And that’s the last thing the goon ever hears. Younghoon drags him around to the back of the bar. He pulls the guy’s gun out, unloads the bullets, and sets the gun down beside him. He shoves the remaining ones into his pocket, fiddling with them as he walks around the bar. Even if they saw him shoot the guy, there’s not much they can do, considering how thinned out they’ve become.

It killed him to have to let you go since you had fallen into the world a few weeks after him. From then, you were always together, both of you learning the world together. Sangyeon told the two of you that while you were a team, the two of you would be partners in marksmanship. Combined, your skills had outranked the rest. Which wasn’t an easy feat, considering Changmin had been the former sniper. He stepped down happily to be on field work.

Not only were you two skilled marksmen, but you became weapon specialists together. You two would stay up in your shared room, learning about artillery together and fashioning your own. It was weird to return home and not have you there beside him. And when he’d roll over to say good night to you. You weren't there on your side to say goodnight. He misses staying up with you for hours when he found you still awake. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing at all.

The absence of you ate him away. He shoved his mind into missions, doing everything to not think about you not being by his side. Even when he’d make a shot and look for you to high-five, he'd remember you weren't there. He felt empty from the inside out. The rest of his members did everything they could to comfort him. But none of them were you.

You were his partner. And when he finally got to have you as his life partner. You had to leave. He should have confessed sooner. He had so many opportunities to tell you. He could have slipped it out when you’ve finished an enemy off, telling you that he’s never seen someone make shooting a gun look so hot. But whenever he went to say them back then, it never felt like the right time, let alone the right words. It never felt right to tell you until you were about to slip away forever. He pushed himself deeply into work, and the others couldn’t do anything but try to work faster to get you back. Younghoon was shaving time left and right by killing their goons just because they looked at him funny.

Maybe it was best that you couldn't see how low he went without you. Or how little care he took of himself. But back when you were together. Whenever one of you got hurt, you were always there to patch the other up. If either of you were feeling under the weather, you’d stay by each other’s side. If you weren’t able to go, he wasn’t either. Changmin could always pick up your guy's slack. He wouldn’t leave your side when you caught the flu and took care of you even though Chanhee and Jacob yelled at him more times than he could count for staying in the same room as you while you were sick. But you'd do the same for him in a heartbeat.

The reality he grew so comfortable with is out of his grasp. He misses how you’d jump into action the second he’d shriek and take the bugs he was scared of outside. Now, as a spider spins a web in the corner of the shower, and he screams for you to get it. He sadly remembers you're not coming to his rescue. He sighs dejectedly, heading to shower in a different bathroom. It was so lonely without you. Even though he had his brothers, he didn’t have you. He missed you terribly, just like you missed him.

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The next day, as Younghoon doom scrolls, a knock comes on his door. Suspecting another mission, he rolls his eyes as he opens the door, but it’s not Juyeon, who usually doles them out. It’s Sangyeon. He moves back to let him in, “Yeah?” Sangyeon sighs, “I thought a lot about how to put this.” Younghoon waits and sits on his bed. Sangyeon stands, knowing better than to sit on your perfectly made bed, “In two days, this can go south very fast or end up in our favor. But we’ve thinned them out enough. And with Chanhee finally being able to hack into (Y/n)’s burner. We’re right at the precipice.” Younghoon gapes at him, “What?” He nods, “I know you wish to contact (Y/n)… But it’s not possible.” Younghoon sighs, “I didn't expect to. But two days? That's all we have left?” Sangyeon gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah if everything goes right, we'll be home free.” He pauses before he says, “And I know you’re not a believer. But I’ve prayed that it’s all worked out. I want you to believe in us, (Y/n), and yourself even more now.” Younghoon nods, “I always do.” Sangyeon clasp his hand over his, “Especially now, okay?” He nods, “I promise.” And Sangyeon squeezes his hand one last time before getting up, “Come down for lunch, and we’ll have bigger plans to discuss.”

—Back to the devil’s headquarters—

You text Chanhee one last thing, “The alarms.” While Chanhee had it automatically deleting your messages off of the network, you deleted the texts off your device. You control your features into a deep frown, knowing if you give yourself a chance, you’ll be smiling with glee. You’re partially through your shift when he goes, “My alarms aren’t working! No one is reporting to me from the kitchens!” Your boss orders you to get their attention, “I’ll have someone come out this weekend for it. For now, I’ll use you four as my messengers. Quickly now.” You resist rolling your eyes, knowing you just had less than twenty-eight hours before all this was over. You go to the kitchen and order them to move it like he would so he can have his precious dinner. As you head back, you are thankful that Chanhee took out the alarms on your shift so your ‘boss’ didn't think you had something to do with it.

After the server brings in the meal and retreats back to the kitchen, another one of the guards comes in, “I’ve been looking all over, sir. And I can’t find Choi anywhere.” The royal fucker goes, “Where was he last?” “Probably one of your bars?” “Well, what are you waiting for? He's next on duty.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you, “Can you believe these imbeciles? Not being able to report for duty on time.” You shake your head, “No, sir. It’s painful to think someone would ditch their duties to drink through the night. I would never do such a thing.” He nods and pats your shoulder, “You never have. You never let me down. Always punctual and always there at my beck and call.” You agree, “Always.”

You don’t speak another word as he eats. It’s not for another hour until your fellow bodyguard returns, “I’ve come to report that Choi has passed.” He rolls his eyes, “Ugh, great, another one. You’re up for duty next, then.” “Yes, sir.” He shoos you away, “You’re dismissed.” You give him a nod before turning on your heel and marching out as your fellow guard replaces your spot. As you open the door, you politely say, “Good night, sir.”

You were giddy as you got ready for bed. One day, that’s all you have before you’re reunited with your best friends and partner. The worst year of your life would finally be over. And while there was no guarantee it’d be any better, at least you’d finally be able to take on the world with Younghoon again. The love of your life, you've done your best to stay alive to see him again. Having several close encounters, especially when you caught them in that drug deal in the first place. If you didn't suck up and beg to join them, you wouldn't have the chance to go back home. And now, with the day in your grasp, you can't wait for tomorrow, no matter what happens. You eat your dinner in your room as you always do on your duty nights and settle into sleep. You’d need a good night’s rest if you’d wish to pull off an impossible feat.

You wake up with a big stretch, wiping your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel glee, even though the worst part of the mission was today. You were about to return home. While everything could go south today, you were determined to pull through. You flick through your mind your plan, the last plan that Sangyeon, Kevin, and Haknyeon gave you. The priority being to get out alive after killing off the kingpin. The other men were secondary. They’d be helping you from the outside and inside. Ensuring no one that goes in comes out again.

You knew the patrol was weak because when you weren’t protecting his highness. You guarded the gate with only one person guarding the front door. Unlike when you first started, there were ten of you on guard. While your next kill is secondary, you know it'll save your ass in the end. You formulated the scheme months ago. All you'd have to do is kill off the guard on duty you were supposed to wake up and take his place as the main guard instead of heading to your scheduled location at the gate for the day. Now, it would be even easier for your team to get inside.

You shake off your grin and control your features into a perfect poker as you’ve done for the past year. You walk out of your room after arming yourself to code. You head to your fellow guard’s room. Again, you were supposed to wake him for his shift. You slip in and lock the door behind you. He starts waking up with a stir, and you shake your head, whispering, “Go back to bed. I'll take your shift.” You wait for him to settle back into sleep before you bring your knife up, and embed it into him, “I’ve always heard it’s better to pass in your sleep. Have good dreams.” You graciously lift a second blanket at the end of the bed over him, concealing the knife embedded in him.

You clean your hands in the attached bathroom and lock the bedroom door behind you. You head over to your boss’ room, and after scanning your eyeball, the door opens. And see him getting dressed for the day. You tell him, “I’d much rather serve today, sir.” He squints, “Why’s that?” “Well, I’d like Saturday off. It’s my birthday.” He nods, “I see. Why have you never mentioned it before?” You smile, “Well, I was too busy committing my life to your cause that I didn’t think of myself until it was right upon us.” He grins, “I admire that. You may trade shifts.” You hold your smile back. You just got away with murder, which will be his fatal mistake. Through the door, you tell your deceased coworker you’re taking his shift. He doesn’t reply, and no one thinks a second thought.

You lead your boss to his office, as you always do. He fiddles with his papers, “You'd think fentanyl would be selling better, considering how new this drug is.” You nod. He never wanted you to give him a reason, just wanted you to acknowledge his reports. You listen to him drown out as he flips through his papers. Like every day for the past year since meeting him, you’re resisting rolling your eyes. You always found it interesting how he’d always send people to complete missions but not go out on them. How interesting that as the kingpin, he'd never carry a gun and always have a bodyguard around him 24/7 unless he was in his inner bedroom.

Even then, the only way to enter the master suite was by scanning your eyes. His actual bedroom was off-limits to everyone, even his flings. He had an extra bed in the first room for such occasions. He didn’t trust anyone with the code, scared of dying in his sleep. And because of that, there were several to enter that room. One of which was a tongue scan. It was the safest place to be in the entire house, but you planned for that. You weren't going to let him escape to it.

However, you’d think he’d be smart enough to wear a bulletproof vest, which he required his employees to wear. Or at least carry a weapon better than the brass knuckles he always wore. While he was street smart, he certainly wasn’t home security intelligent. Considering you were right under his nose. And that would be his downfall. You hear a loud crash, and your eyes go wide as you reach for your gun. Your boss rolls his eyes, “You’d think those lousy chefs would know better than to be quiet while I was working.” You nod. Sure, that’s what that noise was, and not your friends breaking and entering. You move your hand from your gun, but your hand never parts from your side, knowing what's next to come.

It goes silent again, and that’s how it remains for the next hour. Until another crash sounds, “Because the alarms are out until Saturday. Yell out to them to knock it off.” And so you do. You open the door and yell for them to knock it off. You shut it and stand at your post just for the guard who was supposed to guard the front door rushed inside, “We’re under attack!” It’s not you who gasps it’s your boss who goes, “Fuck. I have to get out of here.” He shoos out the other guard, telling him to wake everyone else.

You rush to the door and lock it, “What’s the plan?” He sighs, “I can't get to my room in time. And I don't know if they're rigging bombs, so we’re going down the passage.” You tilt your head, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” “Why’s that?” “Pretty sure, the boyz have already sealed it off.” “No one except for me knows where the passage ends. They couldn't possibly have.” You feel the smirk grow on your face before you can hold it back, he’s at your throat. Pulling you up by your collar, “I always had a sneaking suspicion that you were someone else. But I never had the proof.” You smirk, “Exactly. You let me in, not knowing my background.” He slams you against the door, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second. He sputters as he thinks, “But you-you’ve never gone outside of your quarters, I would know.” You laugh, “You’re right. I never did, never had to. We already planned out how to take you down.” He slams you again, and you hold back your groan, not giving him the satisfaction, thankful for the cushion that the vest provided.

You move your hand while he’s concentrating, “You never were smart, huh?” You grab your gun, put it against his stomach, and pull the trigger, “You should have reached for my gun when you had the chance.” He drops you from his hold. You’re glad your bulletproof vest prevented your shirt from choking you. He gasps, “You son of a bitch. I damn you to hell.” You shrug as he coughs up blood, “Oh well, you’ll be there first.” He heaves another breath, muttering something at you, and you sigh as you wait for him to bleed out. When his body freezes, you finally move. The hardest part is finally over, but you aren’t out of the woods yet.

You lean your ear against the door, listening for anyone outside, hearing nothing, you open the door. You quickly make your way to your room. You grab your last few pieces of artillery out of the room, knowing the boyz had probably already cleaned the place out. But you still don’t hear anything. It’s eerily silent until you hear a gunshot. You gasp as you rush out, and on the ground, you see the bodyguard who informed your newly deceased boss you were under attack. “Damn, someone beat me to him.”

That’s when you hear someone say, “(Y/n)?” You snap your head towards the voice, and there he is, the man you’d wait for centuries to see again, “Younghoon?” He grins, and you don’t think twice, dropping the spare pistol you were holding before rushing into his arms, “You’re here!” He smiles, tears pricking his eyes, “They barred me from coming in at first. But I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” You laugh as your tears come out, and he asks, “Did you do it?” You nod, and he kisses the top of your head, “I knew you could.” You both wipe your eyes, “One final sweep together?” He nods, “Let’s go.” You clear the wing you’re in, and he holds you tight to his side after you pick up your spare, “I already did a sweep of the rest of the building.” You nod, “Before or after Jacob did?” He laughs, “After.” You laugh as he moves a hand into his jacket. He pulls out his two-way radio, “You want to call it?” You shake your head, “Together?” He smiles and turns it on, holding the receiver down. And in unison, you go, “All clear.” He lets go of the button when you hear Youngjae’s voice for the first time in a whole year, “Fuck yeah! Bring it on outside, you two!” You both laugh, and he goes, “Let’s never do a mission like this again.” You sigh, “I couldn’t agree more.”

You kiss his cheek, “I’m so excited to be back home and be with you.” He grins, “Me too.” He kisses your forehead, “Let’s go home.”

And there, you returned to your routine of rescuing your lover from bugs, with him talking with you on your queen-sized mattress until you fell asleep. It was everything you daydreamed of. While you still went on missions, you no longer separated from each other. While, apart from each other, you were incredible assets to the team, but together you’re unstoppable. Now you can finally breathe again.

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He kisses you after you shoot another bull's eye, beating Hyunjae in your mini-competition. Younghoon says, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look hot when you fire a gun?” You giggle as you kiss him, “Only you, my handsome sharpshooter.” Hyunjae groans, “Gross!” You two giggle as you flip him off. As Hyunjae leaves defeated, you kiss Younghoon again, “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” Even if you were separate, you’d make your way back to each other one way or another.

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ericshoney · 25 days

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Thrill Ride ~ Chapter ten (SMUT)

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugging, unprotected sex, virgin.

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The twelve soon arrived home and it wasn't long before drinks were flowing and some of the guys were smoking or vaping. Lottie didn't know what was going on with her body, but she felt very horny. She didn't say anything to the guys to start with, having a glass of wine and a bit of Juyeon's vape again, now getting addicted to the sweet taste. Lottie danced around, soft music playing in the background, as if she was on cloud nine and the guys watched happily.

"It's working." Kevin said to Sangyeon, who smirked wildly.

"Fantastic. Who's first?" He asked.

"Only fair I get her first since I won the race!" Eric exclaimed.

"If you say so." Changmin replied with a scoff.

Lottie was oblivious to the group of males talking, her mind fuzzy and overtaken by the alcohol, vape and the drugs she didn't know she had been injected with. She soon felt a pair of hands around her waist, making her giggle as she turned to see Eric.

"Hey baby, having fun~" He cooed, his mouth close to her ear.

"Hmm." She mumbled, his hands tightening on her waist.

"Well, how about we make the night even more fun." He suggested.

Lottie looked up at the male when she felt another pair of hands on her waist, just above Eric's. She looked to see Juyeon this time, the male giving her a sweet smile.

"What's....what's going on?" Lottie called.

"Don't worry darling, let us reward you for being so good for us." Juyeon whispered kissing her head.

Lottie then noticed all the guys had crowded around her, as if she was their prey. Her core felt extra hot and her panties already wet slightly.

"You want a reward don't you love?" Jacob called.

"Make this night special." Haknyeon added.

"Make us proud." Younghoon said.

Lottie's mind wandered, her thoughts only on fun, not the logic. She nodded and smiled wide, making the males smirk. Eric threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to his bedroom and she was quickly thrown on the bed, her clothes removed and Eric's soft lips on her neck.

Lottie let out a small moan, Eric's rough but warm hands roamed her small body, his hands feeling large against her curves. He soon reached her core and chuckled, feeling how wet it was already.

"Wet already princess~" He whispered, sucking on her neck.

"Hmm....please." Lottie grumbled.

"Please what, my baby?" He asked.

"Please....take me." She moaned, as Eric rubbed her clit.

"Aww baby, are you a virgin?" He called, making Lottie nod.

"It's okay princess, I'll be gentle." He said, kissing her cheek.

Lottie nodded again and moaned as Eric slipped a finger into her. He laid her down, moving his digit slowly, before adding another. Once he thought she was ready, he rid of his clothes and lined himself up, no protection at all.

"Ready baby?" He asked.

"Yes, please." She begged.

Eric smirked and kissed her roughly as he pushed himself into her. He groaned at the tightness as she moaned into his mouth, his hands by her head to steady himself.

"Hmm fuck, so tight." Eric moaned as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Hng...fuck!" Lottie screamed.

"Move...please." She added.

Eric smiled and kissed her forehead, moving gently. Both moaning loudly for the others to hear. Eric soon picked up the pace, the bed banging against the wall, as he felt Lottie tighten around him. She moaned in pleasure, the drug making it easier for her to feel it.

"Close...so close." She called.

"Cum for me, princess." Eric whispered, kissing her earlobe.

Lottie then screamed in pleasure, the orgasm crashing over her body. She sighed happily as Eric came deep in her, the boy smirking as he pulled out and made her whimper at the empty feeling. He kissed her head once again.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be getting much more tonight~" He sang.

Just then, the door opened, revealing Hyunjae, the elder male smirking and was already shirtless. He walked over and picked Lottie up in his arms, carrying her bridal style to his room. Lottie's mind was even fuzzier, her body just screaming for more and one thing she knew, is she'd get much more that night.

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dontcallme-likethat · 1 year

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And With What Conscious Equipped, Pray?

A brief excerpt of a TBZ Gang-type AU in the works. This is meant to be a prologue of the bigger story. Open-endness and missing details intended.

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Synopsis - Sangyeon and Chanhee, leader and second of their city gang unit, have made quick work of tracking down the people who kidnapped one of their own.

Warnings - Mentions of weaponry, blood, and minor injury

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Besides the drumming of the highway cars and semis that drove above, humming through the thick concrete ceilings of the underground parking space, only the clicking of Chanhee’s heels echoed down the empty lot as he briskly made his way to his car.

He opened the trunk with a sigh, tossing the heavy duffel bag of unused armery parts he’d just collected, and used a clean rag to wipe off the smudges of rust and dirt he’d gathered from the messy ordeal off his jacket, as well as the blood that had managed to spill from the open skin of a few of his knuckles towards his elbow. Usually he would be more annoyed about the stains, the mess, how unusually angry he’d gotten – but tonight he dismissed a quick patching trip to Hyunjae’s office.

He had more important matters to attend to, ones that did not involve attention to his pitiful wounds. He had a closing case, and an idiot to save.

The drive to the Center was without trouble, where the late night rain had fended off any stray from overtaking the slippery streets. When he arrived, Chanhee grabbed a folder of files from the empty seat beside him before exiting his car and making his way inside, nodding in quick greeting at the handful of recognizable but unmemorable faces of other members of the gang who littered the main floor, people outside of Chanhee’s scope of work. He climbed the backwell stairs to the higher up offices, lining a dimly lit, wide hall of dark oak wood floors and doors, with walls the color of worn, grey linen. It was quiet and it was comfortable, but it wasn’t out of invitation.

Chanhee knocked thrice on one of the furthest doors before swinging the it open without waiting for a reply.

Sangyeon looked up from his paperwork that currently scattered the small coffee table before him, the set of seats by the large glass windows apart from his larger desk. Chanhee dropped his folder in front of him with a small thud.

“I’ve cornered the leads we discussed yesterday,” Chanhee said, inviting himself to a cold glass of water from Sangyeon’s small drink cabinet. “Took a whole day of scouting but we have our guy,”

Sangyeon flipped through the pages of identification and history work of at least a dozen men, men from a small gang from the far southeast side of the city. They weren't significant or troublesome enough to garner their attention, even a memorized name, until just a few days ago.

He hummed, scanning the last file of the man Chanhee was referring to, one of the leaders that was sure to have what they were looking for.

“That was fast. Well done,” Sangyeon said as Chanhee sat across from him. “Did you find their armery? I was looking at the documents of the robbery here,”

“In my car. Those kids couldn’t leave a trail more obvious if they tried,”

“Not much trouble, I hope?”

“They’re children, Sangyeon,”

“Not what I asked,” he nodded at Chanhee’s knuckles.

Chanhee scoffed, covering his hands with his sleeve. “They pissed me off, is all. They don’t know what they’re doing, following their leaders like blind dogs. I took one down when he tried to put his hands on me, but that was all. I told the rest to go home,”

Sangyeon looked back down at the files, nodding with a sigh. “They aren’t a threat, at least, it seems. But we’ll be done with them come sundown,”

Chanhee gazed at the cityline below with a frown. Rooftops, dark alleyways, and the glitter of orange streetlights from the glass’ raindrops built the scape. Too pretty a sight for a most obnoxious night of work.

Sangyeon’s tired but light chuckle before him made Chanhee face him again.

“Get some rest,” Sangyeon told him, “This will be over soon. You know he’s okay, right?”

Chanhee clicked his teeth. “Of course I know. I’m just annoyed. How he let something like this happen to him is what I’m concerned about,”

Sangyeon thought for a moment. “I had the same thought. It’s rather unlike him,”

Chanhee gnawed at the inside of his cheek in the enveloping silence before saying quieter but with a firmness, “We can’t let it happen again, Sangyeon,”

“A lousy kidnapping?”

“You know what I mean,”

Sangyeon watched as two droplets crawled down the glass, fighting against a breeze. They twitched and grew is size when they gathered other standstill drops. Together, they slid down, down.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do,”

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#the boyz fanfic #tbz fanfic #tbz au #chanhee fic #sangyeon fic #ty for reading :> i hope this was a worthwhile read!#not my best work but i had this lying around for a while and wanted to try putting something out there #and this type of stuff is up my alley of stories and writing so im definitely gonna do so more over the summer #so! lmk if yall liked this and would be interested in more! perhaps a part two :>#og works #mafia au

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after-midnight-rp · 1 year

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❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

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kimmingyuisking · 9 days

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You Might Not See It Part 1

Author's notes:

Hi, this is a random little thing that I thought of just working on quietly and now I have a sort of story for it.

What I'm thinking is is that Seonghwa is just oblivious towards what he sees for the most part and just sort of accepts it until Juyeon finally asks him to join the gang and he's like- what? you're in a gang? Also, there might be some other groups slipped in there as brief mentions.

This contains: dr*g references, g*ng references.

Seonghwa liked working at Maverick. It was a coffee shop on the edge of Seonghwa’s university campus, serving all of the students needing a good caffeine fix before going to their classes. He liked working there mainly due to the money that it brought in, but also being able to see his fellow university friends, but also his boss occasionally- Juyeon.

Juyeon was also another University student, working towards a Doctorate in Business management just the same as Seonghwa, having completed his Bachelor’s and Master’s at the same school as well as juggling a job at the coffee shop which allowed him to become a manager after so many years. It meant that Juyeon was able to introduce Seonghwa to a lot of the people who also work in the coffee shop, mainly Hongjoong who was working towards a second Bachelor’s in Musical Production after a Business degree in order to run his own company some day, so there was another added benefit towards the elder’s good looks.

As for Seonghwa’s education- he wasn’t so lucky to really be near people who he knew all too well. Seonghwa grew up in a rather small town, which is good in some ways, but also a massive downfall in others. What turned into a small issue caused by some upset teachers made townwide news in a matter of weeks and Seonghwa turned into the town’s pariah, never really being able to show his face no matter how much time he waited. It resulted in Seonghwa moving to Busan for his Bachelor’s and he was able to get through the few years of that before someone who he used to hang around with moved to the school during their last year and made it their personal mission to ensure that everyone knew what Seonghwa was like back home. What also didn’t help was that Seonghwa wanted to do his Master’s at the school and got in, so Seonghwa was stuck, being made to feel as though he was the worst person ever before finally graduating with a Master’s and being able to move to Seoul for his Doctorate studies.

“You wanted to see me?” Seonghwa knocked on the wooden frame of the door to the manager’s office. Juyeon looked up from the laptop he was typing away on, smiling instantly when he saw who it was.

“Yeah.” Juyeon nodded, smiling softly, Seonghwa was probably one of his favourite fellow employees at Maverick, not that Eric would ever allow that, the little shit. “Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable.”

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Seonghwa asked, sitting down on one of the closest chairs to the elder. “I know I was a little late then usual the other day, but I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Oh, it’s not that. I wanted to ask about your plans are for after graduation.”

Seonghwa internally sighed, of course Juyeon wouldn’t pull him out of a shift with Yeosang and Jisung just to fire him. Of course!

“Ah, I was worried that you were going to fire me or something.” Seonghwa put a hand over his hammering heart, thinking briefly to what he was thinking of doing after graduation. He never really considered the thought that he would have to go into something different after achieving the highest level of education within his field, so it would have to be something that Seonghwa considers within the next few months unless he wants to be beat out for jobs from other graduates. “I’m probably just going to looks for jobs, see what is out there for me. Why? Have you go an idea for me?”

“I do, actually. Yeah.” Juyeon nodded, pulling a file out of the drawers. “Me and a lot of the people here in our last years of our degrees are planning on staying in the city and getting jobs around here and I was hoping that maybe you were considering staying in the city for a few more months, maybe to help out here for a bit before they welcome a whole new raft of student staff.”

“Ah.” The problem with keeping on the same student staff for a number of years is is that those students then typically go on to graduate from the school and you have to get a whole new boat load of staff which might not work as well as it did before. Soenghwa really felt for them, of course, but- “I wasn’t planning on staying in this part of Seoul unfortunately.”

Juyeon wasn’t sure what he should say. He couldn’t force the younger into doing something he doesn’t want to, but what Seonghwa didn’t know was was that the only reason he was okay and able to continue on with his studies without so much as an issue was because he was working in Juyeon’s coffee shop. He had no idea what might happen if Seonghwa was to move away and no longer be under his protection, however that might very really become a reality.

The thing was, Maverick wasn’t just a coffee shop. It held a darker secret beyond the office that Juyeon was in. Beyond the second door that Juyeon just always claimed to be filled with company documents until the employees proved that they were worthy- which admittedly was quite low- was a whole other building going down a set of stairs. It was a lair of sorts, containing Seoul’s biggest gang, one that kept the city running through many different avenues, one including the drug market, but Juyeon wasn’t that knowledgeable on that one unfortunately. Juyeon’s great-great grandfather was the creator of the gang, working with businesses in order to ensure that the towns were safe from all of the other gangs that were trying to get all of the kids into drugs. Over time, Miroh had gotten a little more into the trade, eventually taking over at least 75% of it and making it a lot smaller then it once.

What Seonghwa didn’t know was that his great-great grandparents were also a part of the gang, however it was only that generation, so the family fell out of the good graces of the gang for a while until Juyeon asked Jeongin to do a background check as a member of the administration team at the University. He managed to unearth Seonghwa’s family tree and it became clear that the younger was not just some random employee under their wing for the time being, Seonghwa needed their protection and hopefully that would extend to after his graduation as well.

“Is there anything that would stop you from leaving?” Juyeon asked.

Seonghwa hummed to himself for a moment. “It would have to be a big proposal, but I’m always looking around for jobs all over the shot. Who knows? I might stay here for a little while longer when everything’s over.”

“Okay.” Juyeon smiled. “That was all, thank you Seonghwa.”

The younger gave his manager another smile before leaving the office and went straight back onto the shop floor. He might not know it yet, but after graduation, things are definitely going to change for the better.

#ateez #the boyz #seonghwa #juyeon #stray kids #mafia au #kpop #university

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urauntiefaye · 5 months

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~MasterList~

Emoji Guide: 🔞=NSFW, 🌸=Fluff, 🔪=Yandere, 🖤=Mafia, 🧛=Vampire Au, 🐺=Werewolf Au, 💛=Hybrid Au, 👹=Crack, ❤️‍🩹=Angst

Enhypen

Legal Line

-None Yet-

Heesung

-None Yet-

Jay

-None Yet-

Jake

To Be Kidnapped Teaser🔪

Sunghoon

-None Yet-

Sunoo

-None Yet-

Jungwon

-None Yet-

&Team

Legal Line:

-Legal Line Hard Thought 10:48🔞-

First Time With &Team Legal Line🔞

&Team as Yanderes(Not including Maki)🔞🔪

-Hard Thoughts: 12:26🔞 -

-Hard Thoughts 11:39🔞-

Fuma

-Hard Thoughts: 10:22🔞-

Nicholas

8:16🔞

Those Two Little Lines ❤️‍🩹🌸

Breeding Kink with Nicholas 🔞

-None Yet-

Yuma

-Hard Thoughts: 1:20🔞-

8:48 Jealous FWB Yuma 🔞🌸

You Will Be Mine 🔞👑

1:42 Jo Asakura 🔞

Slow it Down 🔞

Harua

-None Yet-

Taki

-None Yet-

-BoyNextDoor-

Legal Line:

MtoL "Make Eye Contact During It"

First Time With Legal Line 🌸🔞

Boy Next Door When You're Too Shy To Ask 🔞

Boy Next Door When You're Sad🌸❤️‍🩹

Jaehyun

Soft Sex🔞🌸

Sungho

-None Yet-

Riwoo

-None Yet-

Taesan

7:07

Possessive!Taesan 🔞

Rich!Boyfriend Taesan 🔞

8:20 🔞

Leehan

OneShot: Enemies~ NSFW 🔞

2:11

Frat!Boy Leehan 🔞

-P1Harmony-

Legal Line:

First Time With P1harmony🔞

Keeho

-None Yet-

Theo

-None Yet-

Jiung

-None Yet-

Intak

-None Yet-

The Boyz

All Members

-None Yet-

Sangyeon

-None Yet-

Jacob

-None Yet-

Younghoon

-None Yet-

Hyunjae

-None Yet-

Juyeon

-None Yet-

Kevin

-None Yet-

New(Chanhee)

-None Yet-

Q(Changmin)

-None Yet-

Haknyeon

-None Yet-

Sunwoo

-None Yet-

Eric

-None Yet-

NCT 127

All Members

-None Yet-

Taeyong

-None Yet-

Taeil

-None Yet-

Johnny

-None Yet-

Yuta

-None Yet-

Doyoung

-None Yet-

Jaehyun

-None Yet-

Jungwoo

-None Yet-

(Mark and Haechan will be with the Dreamies)

NCT Dream

All Members

-None Yet-

Mark

-None Yet-

Renjun

-None Yet-

Jeno

-None Yet-

Haechan

-None Yet-

Jaemin

-None Yet-

Chenle

-None Yet-

Jisung

-None Yet-

Wayv

All Members

-None Yet-

Kun

-None Yet-

Ten

-None Yet-

WinWin

-None Yet-

Xiaojun

-None Yet-

Hendery

-None Yet-

YangYang

-None Yet-

-WIPS/To Be Uploaded-

-Reactions/Imagines-

Full Fanfictions/Stories

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sanjoongie · 9 months

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Arousal August Masterlist~

This month I wanted to challenge myself and write for the other groups that I "say" I write for 😆 So without further adieu, here's the plan for Arousal August:

Aug.3- Enha, Heeseung (vampire au, choking) Blood Whore

💋Synopsis: Heeseung decides to pay for a session with a Blood Whore: someone who provides blood and pleasure to a vampire. But instead of being the dominant one in the bed, Heeseung pays for a different session…

Aug.10- The Boyz, Sangyeon (mommy kink, fwb to lovers) Sweetheart

☕Synopsis: when your friends with benefits hook up decides he wants to be called Mommy instead of Daddy in bed, things get spicy

Aug.17- Stray Kids, Hyunjin (humiliation, roommates to lovers trope) Roomie for Hire

♠Synopsis: when you find out that your roommate is in the mafia, you rolled your eyes, assuming the man was talking out of his ass. But when one night of adrenaline makes you realize how close to danger you really are, you let Hyunjin make you feel better.

Aug.24- The Boyz, Hyunjae (enemies to lovers, office romance au) Stress Relief

🌴Synopsis: when your work pays for the office to go on vacation, you may start to see your coworker in a different light

Aug.31- Stray Kids, Jisung (voyeurism, yandere au) My Darling

☂️Synopsis: one chance encounter with Jisung as you move into your new apartment begins a one sided love that turns into obsession

#arousal august event #topaz's masterlists #βtbz #ღatz #➸skz #🩸enha

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depressedhouseplant · 3 months

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🔞 Cops & Robbers 🔞

Chapter 8

Tags: Smut, mentions of torture, murder, & prostitution, significant age difference (roughly 20 yrs) between Eric & Felix

A/N: Here’s the much anticipated Eric / Felix crossover! Also I gave y’all a hint about The Mad King in one of the JFW posts. Think you can find it? 😈

“Felix what the fuck?” Eric stormed into the office and slammed the door behind him.

“Good morning to you, too,” the blond looked up at him.

“You tortured Younghoon and killed Chanhee? Are you nuts?” He demanded.

“Technically Jisung and Changbin killed Chanhee,” Felix replied. “But you are correct that I was party to torturing the cop.”

“Juyeon’s got Changbin locked in his basement right now and he won’t let him leave there in one piece,” Eric told him. “If he finds out that you ordered it then you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

“What makes you think I ordered it and I wasn’t carrying out someone else’s request?” Felix leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.

“Since when do you take orders from anyone?” Eric asked.

“Was that a rhetorical question or do you want the actual answer?” The other man questioned.

“Don’t lie to me,” Eric glared.

“You have no idea who runs this city. Juyeon might think he’s in charge, but he’s not. There’s a layer to this that none of you realize. You think we popped up out of nowhere? We started making ourselves known because we were told to. You’ve known me long enough to know that,” Felix replied.

“That’s not an answer,” the younger man snapped.

“Sit down and I’ll tell you what I know. However, you’ll put a target on your own back in the process,” Felix told him. Eric sat and stared at the blond.

“Jisung got himself killed because he fucked up. Changbin is in Juyeon’s basement because he fucked up. I’m walking around freely and breathing because I can follow simple instructions. They were told to leave both of them alive and ignored a direct order. However, by killing Chanhee they gave us leverage against Younghoon. A person is far more inclined to talk when they’ve got a dead body in the room. I suspected he didn’t know anything, but since I like my head still attached to my neck, I did what I was told. We let him go and he went straight to Juyeon like we thought he would. Though I have to say I didn’t anticipate Juyeon being as loyal to Younghoon as he is,” Felix told him.

“Who the hell is ‘we’? You got a mouse in your pocket?” Eric demanded.

“Have they told you about The Mad King yet?” Felix leaned forward.

“He’s a story,” Eric replied.

“He’s very real and very powerful. He’s only seen when he wants to be seen,” the other man said.

“If he’s real, he has to be old,” Eric was skeptical.

“I don’t know his exact age, but he’s definitely in his 50s. If you make it to that age living the life we live, you’re either very lucky or very good. He’s very, very good,” Felix shrugged.

“Let’s say I believe that he’s real. Why?” Eric asked.

“What do you mean why?” Felix repeated.

“Why are you working for him? How did you meet him? What the hell is going on here?” Eric expounded.

“He approached me several years ago. I thought the same thing you did. It was a bunch of bullshit and he was some old guy cosplaying as a story that’s been around since most of us were toddlers. I wasn’t going to agree to work for him until he proved that he was who he said he was. I know you weren’t working for Juyeon at the time, but he was able to disrupt his business like I’d never seen before. He was able to evade Sunwoo’s searches for days, if not weeks. Juyeon only calls Sunwoo when his normal methods don’t work. I thought Sunwoo was unbeatable, but he proved me wrong. It was in my best interest as a small fish in a big pond to accept his offer. Once he decided he could trust us is when he started causing trouble for Juyeon again. You ended up in jail because that’s where he wanted you,” Felix explained.

“So why kidnap Younghoon and Chanhee?” Eric asked.

“That I don’t know. All I know is he wanted us to kidnap them and figure out what they knew through any means necessary. As I said, he only knows what he wants you to know and only sees what he wants you to see,” the blond answered.

“I should tell Juyeon all of this,” Eric said.

“And if you do then you’re not only risking your life, but their lives. Let him do what he wants to Changbin and keep your head down,” Felix advised.

“And if he asks?” The younger man continued.

“It’s up to you whether or not you tell him,” he replied.

“Are you really going to let him kill Changbin?” Eric asked.

“I doubt he will, but if he does then that’s on him,” Felix cocked his head.

“You really don’t give a shit about anyone, do you?” Eric scoffed.

“I give a shit about you. If I didn’t then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You wouldn’t have even gotten through the door,” Felix told him.

“Would you save me if The Mad King tried to kill me?” Felix was silent. “That’s all I needed to know.”

Eric got up to leave and Felix reached out to grab his wrist.

“Let go,” he tried to jerk his arm away, but the other man only tightened his grip as he moved around the desk.

“I’ll protect you until I can’t,” he said.

“Yeah, sure,” Eric snorted.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Eric,” Felix pulled him closer and kissed him. Eric returned the kiss. Felix let go of Eric’s wrist, putting his hands on the younger man’s face. “You’re such a fucking idiot sometimes.”

“If I’m such an idiot why are you kissing me?” Eric breathed, pushing Felix into the chair and climbing into his lap.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Felix retorted. Eric ground his ass against Felix’s cock, eliciting a moan from the older man.

“You like that? When Juyeon’s pretty little errand boy makes you hard?” Eric’s lips brushed against Felix’s ear. His grip tightened on Eric’s waist.

“I like when Juyeon’s little errand boy does what he’s told,” Felix turned his head to look at Eric. His eyes were almost black with desire. It was how Eric liked him best - horny, angry, and completely his.

“What makes you think I’ll listen?” he asked, leaning back to unbutton Felix’s shirt.

“Because you want my dick,” the older man replied as he pulled Eric’s shirt over his head.

“And you want me on your cock so I guess we agree on that,” Eric smirked. He pinched one of Felix’s nipples hard causing his hips to buck.

“Goddammit Eric,” he huffed.

“Tell me how much you want me,” the younger man said.

“And if I don’t?” Felix weaved his fingers in Eric’s hair.

“I’ll leave,” he shrugged. Felix yanked his hair, snapping Eric’s head back so his throat was completely exposed.

“No, you won’t,” he bit down where Eric’s neck curved into his shoulder. Eric grunted, unable to scream because of the angle of his neck.

“Say it,” he gasped.

“Say what? You’re my vice? My competition’s pretty little errand boy is my forbidden pleasure? That I think of you when I’m fucking someone else?” Felix replied, releasing Eric’s hair. The two men watched each other for a moment - half clothed, hair askew, lips swollen - taking in Felix’s admission.

“You…think about me when you’re with someone else?” Eric swallowed hard.

“Ever since that first night,” Felix confirmed.

“That’s almost 3 years,” Eric said.

“Two years, ten months, and five days if you want to be specific,” the older man smirked.

“How much?” the younger man asked.

“I have to keep up appearances, but a lot less than I used to,” Eric didn’t like that Felix was being intentionally vague. “They’re both professionals before you assume I just stick my dick anywhere.”

“You think about me when you’re with a hooker?” Eric questioned.

“I think about you more than I care to admit,” Felix purposely dodged the question. Eric hated when he did that.

“I think about you a lot too,” Eric agreed. For the first time since Eric stormed in, Felix smiled a genuine smile. “I know I shouldn’t be here.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Felix confirmed.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this,” Eric kissed him.

“No, you shouldn’t,” the older man breathed. “I shouldn’t want to fuck you so good that I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Eric ran his hands down Felix’s chest, tracing the outlines of his abs.

“Yet here we are,” Felix stated.

“Ruin me,” the words spilled out before Eric could stop them. Felix’s eyes darkened, if that was even possible, and smirked.

“Gladly,” he replied. “Up.”

Eric stood up, pulling Felix up with him.

“Take off your pants,” Felix breathed against Eric’s mouth as he kissed him again.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Eric nipped at Felix’s lower lip. The other man reached down between them, unbuttoning and unzipping Eric’s jeans. He pushed his underwear down, releasing Eric’s cock.

“Hard already for me I see,” he purred, stroking the younger man’s dick.

“Like you aren’t,” Eric squeezed Felix through his pants.

“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” the older man smirked. He nodded Eric over to the couch on the far side of the room. Eric kicked off his jeans and underwear as Felix fetched a bottle of lube from his desk.

“Has anyone figured out you keep that in there?” Eric asked.

“No one’s allowed in here without an invitation,” Felix replied as he removed the rest of his clothes.

“I came in without an invitation,” Eric pointed out.

“And look where that got you,” Felix pinned Eric’s hip against the couch, starting to work him open.

“You say that like I don’t want to be in this position,” the younger man wiggled his hips trying to get more of Felix’s fingers inside him.

“Why are you always so impatient?” Felix teased. He brushed against Eric’s prostate, eliciting a loud moan.

“Just my nature I guess,” Eric replied.

“Maybe I need to teach you some patience at some point,” Felix was four fingers deep in him, teasing his most sensitive spots every few strokes. Eric arched his back and whined. “But I like you like this too much. Needy, whiny, and wet.”

“I’m not -,” Eric protested. Felix pressed his finger in the slit and Eric’s cock oozed precome. “Okay, fine.”

“Of course I’m right,” Felix grinned. He withdrew his fingers, watching as Eric’s hole fluttered around nothing. “So pretty like this.”

“Hurry up,” the younger man grunted.

“I spoil you,” Felix kissed him as he finished stripping and lubed up his cock.

“I thought you were going to ruin me?” Eric looked up at him.

“Ruining you and spoiling you aren’t mutually exclusive,” Felix told him as he pushed into Eric. Eric reached over his head and held on to the arm of the couch. Felix planted one foot on the floor and began fucking into the younger man. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” Eric whimpered.

“Will you say my name? When you’re being fucked by someone else? Will you think of me when someone else has their dick in you?” He taunted.

“No, only you. I belong to you,” Felix Lee was the last person Eric should be promising himself to. His duties as the courier allowed him to come and go with almost no supervision. No one would question why he was gone for protracted periods. No one questioned his loyalty either. He worked for Juyeon, but Felix owned him. The older man owned every part of him. Eric hated that about himself.

“Stop thinking,” Felix ordered. Eric snapped his attention back to the present.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t apologize, just focus on me,” Felix snapped his hips faster, creating an obscene slapping sound when they met Eric’s ass.

“Can they…” Eric began.

“No one can hear us right now,” Felix replied. “Why don’t you make some noise?”

He reached down and grabbed Eric’s cock, pressing hard against the slit. Eric grunted and tightened his grip on the couch.

“Louder,” the older man told him.

“Felix, please,” Eric moaned.

“Please what?” He looked down at the younger man.

“Please let me come,” he whined.

“What did I say? Needy, whiny, and wet,” Felix stopped the motion of his hips and swirled the precome around the tip of Eric’s cock. Eric was almost in tears as Felix played with him. With a well timed thrust, Felix sent Eric over the edge. He smiled as Eric thrashed and arched under him.

“Felix,” Eric reached up to touch the other man’s face when he finished.

“I know,” he replied, fucking into Eric as hard as the position would allow. He painted Eric’s insides white, emptying everything he had into his body. Felix fell on top of Eric when he finished. “Ruined?”

“Ruined,” Eric confirmed. They rested like that for a few minutes.

“I’m getting sticky,” Felix observed. He got up and wiped them both off. Come leaked out of Eric’s ass onto his thighs and the couch. “Guess I’ll need to get that cleaned.”

“You mean you don’t want your come all over the couch?” Eric teased as he got dressed.

“Not at the moment, no,” Felix replied. Then there was a loud knock on the door. Felix and Eric looked at each other.

“Under the desk,” Felix instructed. Eric nodded and practically dove under it.

“Come in,” Felix called as he sat back down.

“Mr Lee,” Eric thought he recognized the voice.

“Felix, please. You’re the cops?” Felix replied. Eric remembered hearing Younghoon and Juyeon talking about other cops.

“Yes, I’m Jeong Yunho and this is Choi Jongho,” he introduced.

“Have a seat,” Felix shifted in the chair. Eric pressed his back against the side of the desk and willed himself to stop sweating. Felix adjusted his legs, spreading them so Eric could see him getting hard again. A meeting with a pair of dirty cops couldn’t be making him horny again.

“I apologize for making you wait. I had an earlier appointment that went longer than expected,” Eric heard Felix above him.

Yeah, impromptu dick appointment, Eric thought.

“That’s fine. I know you’ve got two of your men missing,” it was a different voice this time.

“Is that why you’re here?” Felix asked. He adjusted his legs again, spreading them even wider. Eric reached up and carefully undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Did zippers always sound this loud? He bit his lip to stay quiet and managed to push Felix’s underwear down far enough to release his cock.

“I don’t suppose you know anything about that,” Felix said, his voice not betraying what was going on under the desk. Eric got on his knees and took the tip of Felix’s dick in his mouth. He’d never actually had Felix’s cock in his mouth before. He tasted better than Eric imagined. He wasn’t sure what exactly he’d imagined, but he was going to have a very hard time not sucking him off like it was his last dying act.

“We got a report of a body that might fit the description of one of them,” Yuhno said. Felix reached down and put his hand on the back of Eric’s head urging him to go further. Just as casually, Felix brought his hand back up knowing he’d given Eric the direction he needed.

“I heard the same thing, however I haven’t been able to confirm anything. Were you?” he replied. Eric steadied himself on Felix’s knees then swallowed him down completely. Felix didn’t react which under any other circumstance would have been insulting. Eric was determined to get him to react. He hollowed out his cheeks and began sucking on cock before pulling back to roll the tip around in his mouth. Felix shifted, but nothing that would be seen as unusual.

“We’ve been supervising a river search for the past few days, but we’re going to the morgue later today,” Jongho told him. Eric swallowed Felix down again and this time pressed his finger against Felix’s taint. His cock twitched in Eric’s mouth.

Perfect.

Eric pressed harder as he focused on the spot below the head. Felix’s thighs clenched under his grip. Eric tried to get his finger back to Felix’s hole, but couldn’t quite reach it with the way Felix was sitting. Sensing Eric’s frustration, Felix shifted again to allow Eric to press the pad of his finger against his entrance. Precome pooled in Eric’s mouth. He pushed the very tip of his finger into Felix’s hole. His thighs tensed again and his cock jerked in Eric’s mouth. Felix brushed his hand over the top of Eric’s head.

“A river search?” He repeated.

“For one of the missing police employees,” Yunho added.

“Did you find anything?” Felix asked. By this point, Eric was rutting his own hips against nothing as he pushed Felix toward his orgasm. With one final push of the first knuckle into Felix’s body, he came down Eric’s throat. Eric forced himself not to gag as come kept pouring into his mouth. He swallowed it until Felix finally finished and gently pushed Eric’s head onto his thigh. Eric tucked him back in and opened his own pants. He began fisting his own cock desperately.

“We did. We found Choi Chanhee,” Jongho told him.

“And Kim Younghoon?” Felix asked. Eric was biting his lip so hard he thought he might bleed. He desperately needed to come.

“We have reason to believe he’s still alive,” Yunho replied. Finally, Eric felt his balls start to tighten. He bit down hard on Felix’s thigh as he came all over the floor and his hand. Felix didn’t so much as twitch when Eric’s teeth sunk into his leg.

“I assume our mutual employer is aware of that?” Felix said.

“He is,” Jongho replied.

“Excellent. Anything else?” He asked.

“No,” they replied.

“Thank you for coming to visit personally. I appreciate it,” Felix told them. The silence went on a little too long.

“Right, yes, we’ll let you know when we find something,” Jongho said. Eric heard them get up and the door close. Felix rolled back the chair to look down at Eric.

“You are a menace,” he said.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy me sucking you off while you’re trying to hold a conversation,” Eric grinned up at him.

“Touché,” Felix sighed. “I meant what I said earlier. I’ll protect you until I can’t anymore,” Felix stroked Eric’s cheek with his thumb.

“How long is that?” Eric asked.

“As long as I’m alive,” Felix replied. Eric had definitely not expected that answer.

“Thank you,” Eric rested his head on Felix’s knee.

“Always,” the older man replied.

#minors dni #ateez fanfic #the boyz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #mafia au #the boyz smut #stray kids smut #Eric Sohn x Lee Felix #Eric x Felix

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lostheretics · 1 year

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PLOT TWIST (3)

▸ chapter 3; a walk through the door

pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, ateez, tbz juyeon, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : you have proven yourself many times, and finally, hongjoong accepted you as a part of ateez. but is that all? is it all that the underground world has to offer? you just stood in front of its door. and so it all started. of power, hierarchy, of blood, and of history; what's waiting behind the door, on the other side for you?

✵ notes : 9k.... idk what i was on the whole week. ENJOY.

also english isn't my first language and i might add more numbers to my myopia if i had to proofread the whole thing... ain't doing that yet.

☒ warnings: smut... like a wholeass breeding kink i laid it all there, swear words, mentions of murder.

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

✓ reblogging, liking, and commenting this post in tumblr are much more appreciated.

"promise me y/n... promise me."

that night, you shot up from your bed when you woke up breathless. you tried to fix your eyes to the darkness of your bedroom, while also catching up with your breath. you recalled your memories as best as possible, and you're sure you had a dreamless sleep. no pictures, no memories.

then where did the voice came from?

that wretched voice.

"fuck..." you sighed, feeling that unwanted slight pang in your chest.

but rather than drowning in the past, you've decided you're better than that and lay your back once again on your bed. believing yourself of no longer a prisoner to your past, you tried your best to go back to a dreamless and pain-free sleep. glancing to your right, you watched as your husband snores lightly, clearly content with his dream world. you took wooyoung's hand in you and kissed it, holding it tight next to your head. you closed your eyes once more, trying to get some sleep.

after all, what good is past when present and future is already standing right before your eyes?

"morning."

you stirred underneath your blanket, and only then you realized how you were caged in wooyoung's arms. the said man landed a kiss on your forehead, which cracked a smile on your face. your eyes blinked a couple times, adjusting to the sunlight before fully opening them.

"morning woo." you replied, landing a kiss on his chest. you snaked your arms around his torso, hugging him close and closing your eyes once more. "you're so warm in this cold, morning atmosphere."

wooyoung chuckled, "could've said i was hot."

you laughed. "don't need me to say that for you, no?"

"yeah but it's reassuring. boosts my ego."

these were the mornings you both loved. the slurred morning conversations fresh from dreamland, the hugs, the morning kiss and all. your morning conversations can be absolutely meaningful, and sometimes can be really absurd. like that one time when wooyoung told you that he'd go back to sleep to chase back the aliens who stole his candies in his dream. you love it all still, nonetheless.

(p.s he did went back to sleep and told you he succeeded in getting his candies back when he woke up. hilarious. you went on a candy date after that)

(p.s.s wooyoung was absolutely smashed the night before and slurred even in his dream. absolutely grateful for you for listening to his rants so early in the morning and for going on that candy date)

needless to say, you're both grateful for each other.

sometimes you both speak of that gratefulness out loud, too.

"congrats love."

"for what?"

"for your work on the babel case. hongjoong hyung seems satisfied and proud. you saved his ass again," he laughed breathily, before looking down at you. "i love me a housewife, but a girlboss wife? i'm blessed."

with hongjoong's name being mentioned, you can't help but remember that night on the rooftop.

you opened your eyes and look up, staring back at wooyoung. you moved, shifting your body on your elbow while your other hand caressed his face. you landed a kiss on his cheek and smiled.

"it was for the family." you spoke with such sincerity. truly thinking of the family, of wooyoung.

he seemed stunned for a little while as his eyes wondered to the ceilings above. "family. huh... it gave some thoughts..."

"like what?"

"like fucking a baby into you so early in the mor— ow! what was that for?" he complained, holding over his stomach that got pinched. "i was just thinking about making a family of our own!"

"not with that tone, no you didn't. that was just you being horny, and we were having a quite serious talk before."

"hey! planning-a-family talks are serious too. you're disrespecting the possible soul of our future baby. they might hear you, you know?"

"now you're talking nonsense." you rolled your eyes.

"so can i fuck you right now or not?" he deadpanned.

the question left you stunned so much, flabbergasted by his audacity. however a few knocks on your bedroom door arrived faster than your answer to his question. you smiled slyly at him, gave him an answer before quickly getting out of your bed and heading for the door.

"guess not."

he groaned, clearly displeased. you only chuckled before you open the door.

san stood outside of your room, giving you a smile which you give one back to him. "morning y/n," he said to you, before dipping his head inside your bedroom, finding your husband still on the bed, "sorry for disrupting your morning woohoo, woo!" he shouted in jest, laughing when wooyoung replied with a 'fuck off!'.

"sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but hongjoong requests an early meeting today. he said he got some important things to say. better get moving now." san informed. he was about to walk away when he stopped abruptly, "also, congrats and thanks for saving our asses again y/n."

with that, san walked away. you threw a, "thanks, san." at him, before closing the door.

"c'mon. wash your face. get ready. hongjoong wants an early meeting." you pulled at the blanket, urging wooyoung to wake up.

he sighed, "two months of being away from you, and not a single sexy time for the two of us?" he asked, to which he answer by himself,

"cruelty at its finest."

"good morning everyone,"

hongjoong greeted, rather enthusiastically. he even let out a smile, showing his pearly teeth. the remaining eight people around the table exchanged glances, questioning their captain's unusual behavior.

"you look happy." yunho commented, in which hongjoong replied with a chuckle.

"that's because i am happy. and not for nothing," he then proceeded to take a seat, leaning back to his chair. "yeosang, how are things with babel?"

yeosang cleared his throat, "at first we were going for a merge... but unfortunately jang hanseo was killed, and at the same time jang hanseok was caught by the police for money embezzlement and murder. he couldn't propose a force majeure on this case and deemed unfit to lead babel chemicals, so he had no choice but to do a sell off." he stopped, before taking out a brown envelope and waving it around.

"i'm delighted to announce that we've reached the last phase of the sell off. this afternoon, my lawyer and i will retrieve the last signature from jang hanseok and by tonight, babel chemicals is ours."

hollers, whistles, along with the sound hands clapping filled the room. all praises that came out of their mouths were headed straight for yeosang for his work. hongjoong himself walked towards yeosang, patting him on his back acknowledging his hard work and the outcome of that work.

hongjoong raised his hand, quieting the whole room. "we thank yeosang for his work. but keep the praises still because this is not the only one..." he turned towards his right hand man, seonghwa, "tell us more about japan, seonghwa. after two months being there, you must brought something back... am i right?"

seonghwa smiled faintly, "we found the yakuzas working with jang hanseok. after a little bit of push and pull from both parties, we realized jang hanseok haven't paid them as he was supposed to, which brings us down to negotiation."

seonghwa straighten his back before continuing, "if i may say, the negotiation went smoothly. they've decided to forsake jang hanseok for good. our 50 million which was in their possession was divided by half. ateez has received back 25 million, and the other 25 million was taken as a token of first partnership between us and the yakuzas, and uhm," he cleared his throat. "there was a talk about a wedding proposal. of me and the yakuza's only daughter."

"we're getting another sister in law?!"

"another bachelor of ateez snatched!!!"

seonghwa sighed, "guys, it's just a possible proposal. we're gonna have to discuss even further to get down there."

"might as well go forward with it, hwa." hongjoong laughed, rendering seonghwa's face red as beetroot.

"okay! one more thing guys. one more thing to celebrate." he said.

he took a deep breath before continuing, "while pursuing babel, we realized someone important could be getting into trouble along with the damned company, so we willingly offered our hand and pulled them out. freely. no money, no nothing. and thankfully, the family of said person was as noble as i hoped they are. they wanted to thank us in person for the little help we gave, hence,"

"i want all of you to ready yourselves and be at your best behavior when we visit the lee family mansion this saturday, for a private dinner party. this—" he took out an envelope from his inner pocket, putting it on the table. "—is a direct invitation from lee juyeon." hongjoong stated with a proud smile.

hearing the name, everyone once again threw unsure glances at each other. jongho voiced his mind out first, "lee juyeon as in the lee family? the royal mafia family, lee family? that lee family?"

hongjoong shrugged, "there's only one family ruling the south. only one southern kingpin, lee juyeon."

hollers and shoutings quickly filled the room, some even hit the table in front of them, celebrating the best outcome of that mission. a mission that took two painstakingly slow months to finish. best outcome that made hongjoong gave out his biggest smile, going around high five-ing the whole group. why was it the best outcome, one might ask.

the answer is because the lee family is a royalty, and being invited by them is almost like being a commoner in one night, and becoming a noblemen the next.

ateez could get so much just by one word coming out from the southern kingpin's mouth, but a whole dinner?

they're set to be a winner.

yet between the hollers and celebrations filled with pride and joy, no one seemed to notice one person sitting with them, with their lips tightly shut and both hands clenched so hard their nails dug into their own palm. just over the name lee juyeon, the lee family of the south.

to ateez, it's a walk to heaven.

to this particular person, it's a walk straight to hell.

when the meeting was done perfectly, hongjoong had told everyone to leave and rest. there were three people left in that room, hongjoong, seonghwa, and wooyoung. hongjoong had told wooyoung to stay for a while, and he did exactly as he was told.

it seemed important, wooyoung didn't know the point of him being there. he just stood there and listened when hongjoong and seonghwa were talking about japan.

"i'm not sure about the marriage, joong." seonghwa blurted out, "they're a great family with great history. that's already a burden to ateez. and to me, a husband? what if i failed?what if it wasn't a worthy alliance?"

seonghwa voiced out all of his problems. there's sincerity in his voice, in his concerns. that maybe he's not gonna be a good husband, or if she's not gonna be good for him. or if the whole marriage gonna be a disaster. he wasn't wrong for that.

marriage, as easy as it sounds, is not a game. should never be a game in any way. to be tied down to one person for live is one of a heavy decision to make, and will be one of a hell if anyone chose the wrong person. marriage is a company that you built together, and it needs many things, many aspect to build a good one.

divorce might be the answer to a failing marriage. however it doesn't erase the memories, the time spent and wasted for the wrong one. the heartbreak, the pain, not to mention the dent in both of parties' name.

to choose the right person, to be the right person for them.

to be safe than sorry, though it'll still have its own challenges.

hongjoong only smiled, "let's ask someone from that point of view," he said before turning his attention fully to wooyoung. "what do you have to say about this, woo? seonghwa's possible marriage, your own, maybe?"

wooyoung straightened his back when he realized all the attention was put on him. he stuttered, mind blank while being the center of attention. looking around, he caught the look of doubt and curiosity in seonghwa's eyes, clear and visible while he waited for wooyoung's answer.

wooyoung quickly regained himself and answered them, "marriage is a huge thing, i guess. especially yours, hyung, if it'll ever happen. my marriage is a nonprofit one. me and y/n aren't worth much in this business, unlike you and the... yakuza lady. our marriages is incomparable, so it's kinda wrong to ask me this."

"but if we're not talking money, if we're talking about the real thing, then i'd say my marriage is a blessing. i love y/n, and she loves me. we're happy as fuck. i knew i wanted her forever at some point in our relationship. i don't know how, but," he continued, "i guess you'll know. if you want the marriage or not, or if you could handle it. it's all in you."

"and mine is for life."

to the younger's answer, the two elder were left dumbfounded. seonghwa and hongjoong glanced at each other, their minds quickly share the same thoughts, the same question, who the fuck is this guy because clearly this isn't the jung wooyoung they knew.

"damn woo, didn't take you as a romantic type." hongjoong said, still stunned after wooyoung's words. "i thought you're more of a fuck-and-forget type."

"i know right? but fuck, i'm in trouble." wooyoung sighed with a drunken smile on his face, rendering seonghwa and hongjoong agape, as if struck by thunder even more with his last word,

"i think i'm in love, hyung."

groaning and gag sounds soon came out from both seonghwa and hongjoong.

"that sounds cringey coming out of your mouth."

"anyways," hongjoong said, "what i mean is i want you to take your time with the marriage. maybe it'll work out. don't do it if it's not going well."

"i also wanna say thanks and congratulate you, woo, for finding a wife like y/n," hongjoong came before wooyoung and hold him by his shoulders, giving it a squeeze, "you scored the best person."

wooyoung grinned, "i know."

"joong i think he's on drugs."

"babe, you know what?"

"no i don't."

wooyoung came up to you, his chesire grin showing. "hongjoong hyung gave us like 2 days before we prepare for the lee thing to go to jeju beach house." he giggled, before continuing.

"we're definitely making babies there."

his cheesy words surely made you laugh, jung wooyoung and his choice of words has never failed to amaze you every time. "like a little vacation gift for us?"

"exactly." he answered. "i'm not taking a no from you whatever the excuse is."

"we've been away from each other for too long. i miss jeju too, don't you?" he tempted, hands coming up to rub your waist.

wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows, "the beach? the coffee shop? birds chirping in the morning while we stay in our bed?"

you raised your eyebrows. "okay your eyes have changed to bedroom mode."

"as in your favorite mode?"

"...we should start packing."

you both decided that jeju beach house is officially a monument to your love story.

jeju beach house is a two bedroom cottage, with a small garden in front of the house, located by the beach. said house was ateez property which they got as a payment for someone's debt. the first time you both went there, it was when ateez lent it to wooyoung and you to celebrate your 200 days of being together. hongjoong was a bit unwilling, but yeosang and seonghwa, with a little bit (re: heavy) push from san and yunho, were successful in persuading their captain.

that's also the place where wooyoung proposed to you.

you both love the house and the memories made within the walls.

once in a while, hongjoong would lent the house for the both of you to enjoy. there was one night when wooyoung promised he'll do his best to get the whole estate under his name or yours; anyways, just for you to have entirely instead of borrowing it from hongjoong.

you couldn't careless, jeju beach house would be nothing without jung wooyoung anyways.

the sight of grasses and flowers dancing in the wind welcomed you the moment you stepped into the garden. you inhaled the fresh air filled with the smell of the sea. the sound of waves hitting the beach could calm anyone within an earshot.

the sea truly heals.

"woo?"

"yes?"

"can i borrow the car for a sec?"

wooyoung's pace halted before you while he carried your suitcases. he furrowed his brows, "what for?"

"wanna buy some groceries for us. maybe buy us something for dinner too." you replied.

"i wanna go shopping with you too." he argued. you shook your head.

"you stay back, must be tired with all the job and traveling. just stay and ready our bed for us, hm? i'll do the rest." you smiled, convincing him. the peck you landed on his lips was enough to do the job.

after all, it's true that the job had tire him enough. "okay. drive safe." he smiled, before kissing you and making his way inside the house.

when he stepped into the house, he couldn't help the smile that grew even more bigger on his face. he missed going on vacation with you. he quickly put your suitcases in your room, before moving around cleaning the house and changing the bedsheet. he even lit a scented candle that he brought, in hopes of lifting the mood. he freshened up, then waited for you in the couch.

the sunset light shone through the glass windows, luminating the whole room in a dim orange light. wooyoung looked up to the whole room, then gazed around the whole house. he's content on having this vacation with you.

you, on the other hand.

jeju held your's and wooyoung's love for you in that house, and just like him you're excited to have this quick getaway with him.

but jeju holds another story of yours. another life.

that life stood before you as of now.

it was sort of comical, how that life is marked with death in a form of a marble headstone. a name was carved within the stone. you kneeled before the grave, and put down the bucket of lilies before it. gazing at the stone had brought back past memories, along with tears in yours eyes that you had to held back.

"i don't think i can keep my promises anymore." you whispered. "you gave me everything. you gave me a reason to live, to love, a-a whole life. and for that i'm forever grateful and forever indebted to you."

you choked on your tears before continuing, "but i think i deserve more, and now i-i have another life waiting for me. i can only hope you'll understand."

"i'm sorry."

you wiped your tears with your sleeves. standing up, you gave one more good look at the grave, at the name, at every corners and every marbling pattern.

because maybe it'll be the last time you'll ever be there.

and so you left, turning your back on the past life and past memories.

turning the car engine on, you quickly drove away from the gravesite. the gravesite looked further and further away in your rearview mirror. you looked forward to the road in front of you, and thought of wooyoung, signifying your view ahead of the future. of another, new, fresh life with wooyoung.

but a thought of past visited you still. the thoughts that, even after they left, after their death,

you think of how you couldn't say that word to them, still.

wooyoung greeted you with a hug as soon as you entered the house.

"what took you so long baby? everything okay?" he voiced out his concerns, eyes raking up and down your body in search of any injury.

you shook your head, "i was just taking my time. and i don't feel like driving fast, the road's kinda slippery." you shrugged.

it did rained a bit before.

but that was a lie; you did race on the road against time, in hopes the timing was right with going grocery shopping, buying dinner, and going home, with no trace of going somewhere else whatsoever. thankfully you bought the groceries and dinner first.

and thankfully, wooyoung seemed to buy that excuse.

"oh... that's right. you should drive safe." wooyoung replied.

you walked to the table to put down your groceries. then you took of your jacket. "i hope you're okay with chicken and a little bit of seafood. i couldn't think of anything else." you stated.

you took a deep breath, inhaling the air. a scent of lavender invaded your sense of smell and you sighed in contentment, feeling instantly relaxed. you saw a candle on the table beside the couch, lighting the room in a warm, dim light.

then you caught wooyoung's eyes staring at you. his gaze was deep, dark, and you believe lust was hidden behind them.

the air turned hot, the mood lifted, and the both of you could hear your own breaths started racing.

wooyoung stepped forward, invading your boundaries and depraving you of any privacy to yourself when his hands started making its way to your waist, holding you close to his body. that same hands caressed your torso, up and down, creating a friction that raised your hair, making you shiver.

"i've missed you, baby," he sighed, nose poking into your hair, making its way down to your neck. there, his lips rose to action, giving a feathery kisses to the column of your neck.

"want you so bad,"

there was desperation in his voice, a want, a need so bad it consumed him whole. you could feel the heat radiating out of his body. and you couldn't lie even to yourself, how you were so affected by him.

yet it's your most loved thing to do, to tease the shit out of the frustrated man.

"not even gonna let me freshen up?" you chuckled, voice going slightly higher. "you'd take me like this, all sweaty and dirty?" you whined, staring back into his eyes with a faked pleading look in your own eyes.

he sweared he almost gonna went all animalistic on you, taking you on any surface right there and right then, or even with no surface at all. punishing you for all the teasing you gave him.

however, he wanted this night to be a romantic one.

(he thought he'll go all feral on you on some other days)

"we'll sweat it all out then, hm? get us even dirtier. then i'll draw us a bath?" he persuaded. he proceeded to roll his hips into you, and you could feel his hardness brushing against your stomach that had you stunned.

you almost moaned.

"can't you feel me?" he sighed desperately, rutting his hips softly.

"woo— oh."

one of his hand moved quickly down south going underneath your skirt, expertly sliding his fingers through your clothed core that had you whining. you could feel your wetness dampening your underwear.

"you don't need to lie to me baby, i can tell you need me too right now. so let me," he whispered, "let me fuck you good."

it turned out to be your last straw.

you no longer restrained yourself from his teasing, quickly circling your arms round his neck and pulling him down to your height. you caught his lips with yours and he reciprocated right at that moment. the kiss was filled with even more fire when you thread your fingers through his hair and gave it a tug.

wooyoung sighed into the kiss and he squatted, tapping your thighs. it didn't take long for you to take a hint. you quickly jumped, circling your legs around his waist and he easily caught you in his arms. the way he put your core right on his hardness had you squealed, moaning into the kiss.

he carried you to your room, laying you on the bed and not once did he break the kiss. he only did when he kneeled before you to take his shirt off. you couldn't take your eyes off his body that you worship so much, the way he did with yours. the lines adoring his stomach were clearer than it was before his work in japan, and you just knew you're in for a good and powerful ride of the night.

he smirked, "like what you see?"

"fuck, yeah." you answered boldly, already loving his muscle gain. you moved your body, positioning yourself to kneel. "but you'll like what you see more." you exclaimed.

"fuck."

wooyoung had lost any sense of sanity when you took your shirt off, unbuttoning it one by one sensually putting a show for him, revealing a black lacy bra beneath it. his favorite color. all that and not breaking eye contact with wooyoung.

"fuck, baby," he jumped on you, caging you underneath him, "i'm gonna ravish you." he growled.

he wasted no time in crashing your lips with his, kissing you with much fervor, all teeth and tongue fighting for dominance and serving pleasure. his lips went down to your neck and to your chest, mouth sucking and tongue licking, leaving pretty red marks on you that he adored every time. his hands cupped your breast kneading it almost harshly, then he pulled down your bra releasing it from its confinement, flicking your nipples with his fingers that had you whining. he gave both of your breasts a single lick each, before moving even further down. his hand worked quickly in taking your skirt of, and, in the end, ripping your underwear off because he already ran out of patient.

"woo!" you complained, but complains soon turned into begging when he dived tongue first to your core.

"wanna worship all parts of your body, baby, but i can't —fuck, i need to taste and wet you and fuck you now," he said before going back to his job; which was wonderful in licking stripes, kissing, and sucking your nubs. you moaned loosely, not hesitating in voicing out the pleasure he gave to you.

your back arched when two of his fingers went inside you, curling your insides. he scissored his fingers inside you, while mercilessly moving it in and out of you in a pace that had you crying, "fuck, yes- ah! fuck baby don't fucking stop- mmhmm," you rambled, letting out gibberish word filled with moans as your brain failed to think straight.

"fuucck," he purred in between your thighs. your moans and whines made his head spin, made all blood went down to his ever hardening dick. wooyoung put one of his hand down to stroke himself, "so fucking sexy for me, my fucking wife,"

"all mine,"

it didn't take long for that coil to snap in you with his skills and movement. the hot waves in your lower belly was unmistakably growing stronger and stronger.

"'m cum-cumming woo, ahh-fuck!" you sobbed.

"give it all to me baby, cum for me," he urged. your last scream was accompanied by a pool of cum leaking out of your pussy, which wooyoung slurped more than willingly.

"taste so sweet, so addictive." he said while licking the last of your essence.

but you had other idea. with whatever strength you had left in you, you sit yourself up. you pulled wooyoung up, then pushed him back down. you straddled him, trapping him underneath you this time. lowering your body, you went down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. the dazed look on wooyoung's eyes and his smirk when you pulled back had your mind went hazy.

"let me do the hard work for you, baby." you whispered as you adjusted yourself on his hips. your hand went down to his dick, stroking it a couple of times before lining it up with your entrance.

the moan you both had when you went down in him was porn-worthy, it drove you both crazy.

"fuck, baby. fit me so well, so fucking tight, oh fuck," he breathed out. the moans became louder when you started to move on him. he watched with with adoration, love, and lust in his eyes, mesmerized by how you look on his dick; boobs bouncing, eyes closed shut, brows furrowed in ecstasy, mouth agape letting out the prettiest moan for him.

you both fucked many times, and every time he still found you so beautiful, so addictive.

you smiled hazily, "yeah? a good girl for you. just for my baby." you moaned out, that had wooyoung's hand move up to your waist, gripping it tight. he moved his leg putting his soles flat on the bed, giving his hips a support as he rammed his dick up to you.

you screamed on top of your lungs, feeling him so deep in you, his tip hitting your cervic in fast pace.

"yes, my good girl. so fucking good for me, ah," he cooed before he shot up the bed, holding you in his arm as he flipped you over. he had your fingers tightly held in his, as he pressed you to the sheets. your thighs circled his hips on instinct, pulling him close as humanely as possible, putting him deep in you.

"my fucking good girl, all mine to have," he bit on your neck. his hips moved harshly hitting yours you're sure you'll have bruises in the morning. but damn, with the way his cock buried deep in you and his pelvic rubbing against your clit on each hit, it had you seeing not only the stars, but the whole galaxy.

"say it baby. say you're mine." he commanded. he said it again when you didn't answer, and you tried your best to answer him with your clouded mind.

"hngg —yes, yours baby- ah! all yours!"

"feels good yeah? i'm fucking you so good, so dumb,"

"yes! s-so fucking go—" a certain angle had his dick hitting the sweetest spot in you, making you scream. "—right there! ah! y-yes, ah, don't fucking s-stop!"

wooyoung was sure he had fucked you brainless at that point. he smirked cockily, but that was quickly wiped off of his face when you clenched around him and he moaned. his hips stuttered a bit, but he could feel his own high coming. he moved to chase it.

"won't stop. won't fucking stop till you're spent and filled to the brim, baby," he groaned, "i'm gonna fill you up— fuck! gonna b-breed you,"

"'m cumming!"

"cum for me baby, cum with me, c'mon baby,"

the whole milky way bursted behind your eyes as you came to your sweetest release, getting you high. wooyoung soon chased after you, coming to his own high, releasing ropes of white, milky cum into your spent hole. he fucked you past your high, while pushing his cum deeper in you and overstimulating you at the same time.

the dazed and drunk look on your face was his cue to stop. he put a loving kiss on your forehead as he pulled his dick out of you. you whined over your loss.

wooyoung had to hold back his moan and stop himself from getting hard again when he saw his cum leaking out of you.

he kissed you once again, "i'll draw us a bath and change the sheets okay? then we'll have dinner. sounds good?" he murmured.

you chuckled breathlessly in your dazed state, "thought you're gonna fuck me all night, that you won't stop."

"don't tempt me. i might. the question is, can you take it?" he taunted, successfully shutting you up. you imagined the amount of pleasure you'll both get. but your mind was still able to think rationally enough to decline the offer so you won't lose your ability to walk tomorrow. as if he read your mind, wooyoung flashed you a small smile.

"but we haven't had dinner and i'm sure our jobs have kept us busy and tired for the past months. we deserve a rest." he reasoned. his sweet act and words warmed your heart, but the smirk on his face and his next words confirmed you that wooyoung is still wooyoung, the cocky and horny bastard of your husband which you love dearly despite how annoying he can be,

and that instead of your heart, he's certainly ready to warm your pussy any time soon.

"besides, we still have tomorrow, haven't we?"

you fucking love wooyoung.

you love fucking wooyoung.

you definitely love being fucked by wooyoung.

that was all you could think of when you were spending your time in jeju with him, it's all you could think about after you came home from jeju. he treated you like a royalty both in bed and out of it, with his aftercares, cookings, with the intercourses even with the roughness, sometimes slow and soft, all of it basically.

as much as you want more, unfortunately, your jobs awaited you both and you had to answer to your responsibilities.

it was saturday, and the dinner party awaits.

you feel absolutely stunning in your nude colored evening dress that fell against your mid thighs, hugging your body and accentuate your curves nicely. yet it still gave a formal look with its bishop sleeves. the nude stilettos on your feet were the icing on top.

the boys were also clad in their suits, looking fresh and clean for the agenda. all of you were waiting in a room before being called to the main hall where the party was going to be held in. you were just enjoying the paintings on the wall when san nudged you.

"are you pregnant?" he suddenly blurted out.

you raised your eyebrows upon the question. making sure, you asked him, words coming out with a stutter.

"am i what?"

"pregnant. y'know, after jeju?" san said. he stepped back, staring down at you before giggling. "but even if you're not, guess it won't be long at this rate with how he's fucking you."

you hit his arms, "san, we're in the middle of work." you gritted with your teeth with a forced smile on your face. his giggles only grew more.

"your soreness is showing, bet y'all fucked goo-"

"choi san!"

"just kidding, just kidding." he said, finally stopping himself with the tease. there were still some giggles coming out of him, which had you glaring at him until it soon died down. you flashed him a small smile, finding the conversation funny in the end.

"but also not kidding. wooyoung kinda promised to give us a nephew or niece. maybe both." he remarked. he moved his sight to the painting before you, and you finally realize it.

it was a painting of lee juyeon, the current southern kingpin and head of the lee family, and his late father, lee minhyuk. lee minhyuk had a prideful smile, standing behind his then young son with both his hand on juyeon's shoulders.

a family picture.

"he was kinda serious about it. i think he's finally in that phase where people want kids in a marriage." he continued.

the sudden question and discussion puzzled you. "really? we haven't really talked about it." was all you could say in the end.

san sensed the nervousness in your voice, and he decided to break the ice. "don't take it seriously, as for now." he said. then he looked back at you, "but him aside, what do you think about it? kids and all."

you gave it a thought. you shrugged your shoulders, "i don't know. the thoughts alone made me nervous." you hesitated. but you gave a reassuring smile,

"but i guess i'm open to it. i think i'll feel better with more preparations, y'know? and more talks of the future with wooyoung. kids are serious matters, don't you think?" you smiled.

he smiled back and nodded his head, agreeing to your statement.

"maybe soon."

not long after your conversation with san, one of the lee family steward stepped into the room, announcing that your table is ready, and inquiring all of you to come into the dining hall.

the lees lived in a huge mansion, so it shouldn't be so surprising if they got a big hall within its walls. but the sight of the grand hall left you all speechless and mesmerized, still. the tall white columns circled the room. the high ceilings gave a strain to your neck when you tried to look up to it. a huge and grand crystal chandelier hanged in the middle of it as if the rest isn't enough to show their wealth.

ateez were seated on a table near the main dinner table, where lee juyeon and his family is seated. and they took pride in it.

around the halls were tables, filled with many royal mafia families like the lees themselves. some gangs that ateez have worked with were seen too, like stray kids, txt, and members of some older and more powerful gangs, like kwon jiyong, shim changmin, kim namjoon, byun baekhyun, and many others.

entrées were served and enjoyed, the hall was filled with chatters and laughs. main course were being delivered to every table when a clinking sound of a glass against a cutlery was heard. the noise stopped, and all heads were turned to the direction of the sound.

lee juyeon stood with with a wine glass on his right hand, and he smiled, "respected folks, i bid you welcome on behalf of my family. thank you for coming here."

a round of applause came and he bowed to it. he raised his hand and continued his speech.

"tonight's dinner, like many before is an opening to our yearly gala, where we all gather and enjoy our night together and hopefully, to make friendships between us. work related or not is up to you all." he spoke.

"but tonight is more special then last years, because tonight is a commemoration for my late father, lee minhyuk. on this date, seven years ago, he succeeded the southern throne and the same time, saved the family, giving many opportunities for us to grow for more. for my father," he raised his glass.

all of the guests raised their glass, in remembrance of lee minhyuk.

juyeon continued, "and last but not least, i want to personally thank a new friend of our family. we all know of the latest downfall of a certain family. my uncle, lee mujin, almost got tangled in it. fortunately, they were considerate enough to save my uncle from further problem, and i heard they got themselves a deal after it. everyone, raise your glasses up once again,"

"to ateez and their help. to their future glory!" he announced your group.

ateez stood up from their seat and raised their glasses along with everyone, taking a bow when everyone in the room clapped for them. hongjoong faced juyeon's table and bowed to him and his family. juyeon gave him a light nod, and lee mujin, his uncle that ateez saved, bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

the prideful grin in hongjoong's face was unmistakable.

juyeon then invited the guests to enjoy their main course, and everyone enjoyed their five star meal served before them. chatters once again filled the hall. wine were poured, desserts served. glass clinking here and there. it was a nice dinner.

the guests were moved to another hall to enjoy snacks, and to enjoy the view of that night's sky from the big glass windows. a count down was done, and colorful fireworks shoots to the night sky, indicating the start of the annual gala week. after the main agenda for the party, the guests found themselves engaging in conversations between each other. hongjoong talked with some gang leaders, yeosang going around engaging in business talks, even wooyoung, san and jongho conversed with some caporegimes from other gang.

you were unknown to the underground world, still, so you opted to stand by the pictures on the wall, observing them.

the walls were filled with pictures of the southern kingpins and queenpin, heads of the lee family. you saw lee juyeon's picture there. he was attired in a full black suit, standing with a cane on his right, and even in pictures, the fierce look in his eyes were haunting enough. it was the third year of his reign over the south, after his father's five year reign over it.

undoubtedly a handsome man.

"y/n!" you heard a voice calling you, and you turned to the source of the sound. hongjoong walked towards you, but he wasn't alone.

lee juyeon walked along right by his side.

"y/n, here you are." he sighed. he moved to your side, holding you by your shoulders and smiled to juyeon.

"mr. lee, i would like you to meet the brain behind our babel project. she was the one who suggested to save your uncle. we wouldn't be here today without her. i'm proud to have her as a part of ateez." hongjoong introduced you to juyeon.

juyeon smiled and raised his hand to you, offering a handshake. "thank you so much for your work and help for my family. it's a pleasure to meet you, miss..."

he halted his word, still not knowing your name. you were stunned for a second, seeing the lee juyeon in front of you, but a squeeze on your shoulder from hongjoong woke you up from your flustered state. you quickly took his hand in yours, shaking his hand firmly.

"jung. jung y/n." you stated your name.

juyeon raised his eyebrows and chuckled in amusement, "you got three jungs in your group?"

"jung wooyoung is my husband. i decided to take his last name since i don't have one myself." you explained. his confused face made you explain some more.

"i was an orphan."

he nodded lightly to your explanations, choosing not to push the topic any further.

"jung wooyoung is a great caporegime from what i've heard." he commented. he then turned to the picture you were observing before, "you seemed fixated on these. anything particularly interesting with our pictures?" he inquired, opening a conversation between you.

you looked back to the pictures, and offered him a small smile. "yes," you answered, "you're a particularly handsome man."

juyeon's laugh filled the room, drawing almost everyone's attention. his eyes crinkled with how big he was smiling, "are you flirting with me, mrs. jung? aren't you a married woman?"

you laughed along with him. "just pointing out things. but there is another thing that interests me."

you glanced at a picture hanged beside juyeon's, where a man, as handsome as juyeon stood in the picture. if juyeon's look were fierce, this man's was haunting enough.

you said his name.

"the iron fisted, lee minhyuk." you spoke, then continued in such an alluring way to juyeon, "an interesting man, don't you think?"

"my father?" he stepped closer to you, while staring at his father's picture with you. "what made you think like that?" he challenged.

"he's an interesting man. an absolute family man. he did many things, all rights and wrongs. that he'd do anything to protect his family." you commented.

"anything, even if it means he should dethrone his other family."

"y/n!" hongjoong hissed.

your last words quickly created this thick air around you, juyeon, and hongjoong. the tense escalated so fast. you could visibly feel hongjoong's nervousness, while he shoot daggers at your back.

but the challenged look on lee juyeon's eyes were more fiery, filled with unexplained mixed feelings. you've stepped over the boundaries.

it wasn't a secret, how lee juyeon got his throne now.

some admired the iron fisted lee minhyuk.

but more than just a few called him the usurper. that for a reason.

your eyes went to another picture beside minhyuk, where a woman stood in the picture. the well-known, fierce and powerful southern queenpin, lee jiyoung. it has been told she was one of the finest mafia queen to ever live.

see, the lee family had this thing where they passed down the throne to their first borns, generation to generation. one case was known where a first born didn't produce an heir, hence the throne passed down to their younger sibling. but that younger sibling died before they even ascended to the throne, so it was given to the younger sibling's first born.

lee jiyoung's case of being the first woman born as a first born into the lee family, was a new case. yet the family chose to honor the first born tradition still.

lee minhyuk wasn't a first born. he was the younger brother to lee jiyoung. the second choice.

lee jiyoung didn't have an heir to ascend to the throne, but even before that, minhyuk led a rebellion against his sister, deeming her unfit to rule over the south because the south became imbalanced under her reign, and she couldn't produce an heir for herself. that she'd be the doom of the lees. a war broke between the two siblings that divided the lees into two side.

the first born woman versus the son of the lees.

it was told that lee jiyoung died because one of her men betrayed her over lee minhyuk. since she had no heirs, minhyuk easily rose to power, and after five years of reigning, death greeted him and now the throne passed down to his first born, lee juyeon.

there was a rumor going around that said jiyoung did marry, and had an heir. some rumor said minhyuk killed the heir, some said the heir ran away and minhyuk tried to hunt them down, some said those rumors were bullshit because there was no proof of jiyoung getting married to anyone nor giving birth to any heir.

some said there was a prophecy that a non first born will bring doom over the family.

yet here they stand, stronger than ever. by the power of lee minhyuk, and his son, lee juyeon.

you gave no shit to any of the rumor.

you're just in for the history lesson.

juyeon, with his hidden rage, came even closer to you. "interesting thoughts, from an interesting woman." he almost snarled.

he offered you his arm, "hongjoong, may i talk with mrs. jung privately? just for a few moment," he asked for his permission, not even looking at hongjoong. it was more of a demand, with how his eyes were fixated on you.

hongjoong nodded with unsure and fear, and he stepped away, leaving you and juyeon alone.

you took his arm, linking your own with his. you could feel his muscle tensing.

you both started walking slowly around the room.

"what made you say that?" he inquired softly, but deep down, you know his blood must be boiling inside. he was challenging you to say what you said before.

you wouldn't dare to wake the lion up from his sleep. aside from his birth, he's a kingpin for another reason.

he was notoriously known for being merciless.

"don't get me wrong, mr. lee. it might sound not right... but that wasn't the direction i was aiming for." you explained softly. he stared at you still, awaiting your words and explanation.

"he was much of a family man, as he was a businessman. he sacrificed his sister, but he saved the whole empire. south was losing their strength to the end of lee jiyoung's reign, but your father's iron fists fixed that, despite the rumored prophecy."

"that prophecy is a bullshit." he snarled.

you nodded. "i believe so, too. and your father proved it further. only five years, and he made the most out of himself. for the empire, and for you, his son." you continued.

"such a passionate, and inspiring man. for me, at least. i strive to be that kind of person."

you sighed before continuing, "and the reason behind that was because of the conversation i had with san, one of our member. apparently my husband told him about wanting to have kids and a whole family, and i just... gave it a thought."

you watched from afar, to the other side of the room where wooyoung was laughing around with seo changbin. "i think of how far i'd go to protect my loved ones, my children if i'll ever have them, my own husband —and right now, ateez."

"and i think i have it in me as well, to do anything to protect them mr. lee. whatever it takes." you declared. juyeon seemed confused with the way the conversation go. the direction was unreadable to him.

"how far did you go then, to protect them." he asked.

"jang hanseo was a good person. he had nothing to do with his brother's dirty work, but he had to take the bullet for us."

the walk was halted.

when lee juyeon turned his body to you, he found you smiling, small and soft. no trace of panic, uncomfortable or whatsoever. like you did not just killed anyone, though murder wasn't a new thing in the underground world. yet the fact was you didn't just killed anyone, you killed this particular someone which caused a domino effect; you singlehandedly took down a whole family. you looked so calm, way too calm to his likings, after dropping such information to him.

"you killed jang hanseo?" he stammered, unsure. "i thought it was jang hanseok?"

"it was jang hanseok." you assured. "i knew he was going to kill hanseo in the end. but i needed it to be dramatic, i needed to trigger it to happen at the right time. so i just did a little something for hanseok to take all the blame. don't tell hongjoong though." you glinted playfully at him.

"what i mean from our conversation, is that i want you to vouch for ateez. to let us work with you, starting with a small job. help us rise to our glory. we're going up and stronger, that i can assure you. our drug business is strong enough and still we strive for more. this is just the beginning. i'm aiming for a bigger and better cause, and i believe hongjoong does too." you declared to him.

"after all, the more power, the more likely it is to win, no? just like your father."

silence filled for some time between the two of you, even though the room was filled with people and their voices. like it was some unimportant background noise.

you left lee juyeon speechless and agape.

this was the first time you ever showed your face to the underground world, first time ever to be introduced into it properly. yet the way you carried yourself, the way you talked to him., like you've been there for a long period of time.

he was almost mesmerized.

juyeon took a good look on your face, studying your calm demeanor. he furrowed his eyebrows before blurting out.

"have we met somewhere before?" he questioned.

you froze for a bit upon the question. your eyes widened. a nervous laughter escaped through your lips with the way he examined you so thoroughly.

"maybe, if you were ever indebted to a loan shark," you chuckled nervously, "but judging from your wealth, then no. this is the first time i've ever been introduced properly to a fellow businessmen, even after being married for a year to my husband."

"you sure? because you sound like you were born for this." he quipped, "either that, or you're bold and talented enough for this." he said with a jested smile. you returned his smile with your own.

"you flatter me. but i suggest you keep your praises, because i have more in my sleeves that'll wow you, mr. lee." you threw a witty remark which had him laughing, once again drawing the attention to the both of you.

"you're coming to the gala right?" he asked. you nod your head, confirming your presence in the said gala in the future.

he pulled a satisfied smile. "good. i'd love to get to know you more, mrs. jung. you've interests me."

juyeon took his arm off of you before moving to stand in front of you. his eyes never left yours when he took your palm in his hand and bowed, landing a gentlemanly kiss the back of your hand.

"i'll see you around." and with that, he left.

when he's no longer in your radar, all the anxiety that you hold back bursts out, sending you in a manic episode.

being so close with lee juyeon like that the first time brought fear to you so much you wanted to puke. the burden was too much for you to handle.

your feet moved quickly than your thoughts, bringing you out of the hall in a fast pace that you almost sprinted out. you ran and ran away from the crowd, your feet opting to brought you out to the garden in the back of the mansion.

before you could stop, your legs gave out first sending you to crash against the grasses. you'd fall face down if it wasn't for your hands withstanding your upper body. you tried to catch up with your breath, but it was hard with all the running you did and with the anxiety that consumed you.

you could feel your breath hitched, hear the high-pitched wheezing every time you tried to breathe, desperately gasping for air.

your vision goes darker and darker as you start to lose consciousness.

"—hey? hey! miss!"

you could hear yourself losing your breath, but you also heard that voice, probably calling for you. by some forced your body was flipped, eyes facing the sky.

it was a dark and dull sky, you thought. but maybe it was just your eyes shutting themselves close.

"miss! can you hear me? hey— wake up. wake up!" the voice had said. you tried your best to follow its command. your eyelids were heavy and fluttering but you tried to open them.

"breathe in, breathe out. do it with me, c'mon." the voice urged. "breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out."

following the instruction was hard, yet you trued anyways. at first it felt like your lungs has been teared apart, but you follow still, breathing in and out. soon the pain subsided, and you found yourself breathing again.

slowly, you gained your consciousness back. realization hit you when you felt a hand on your back and on your cheek, holding you up against their body. you blinked a couple of times, and your eyes started to outline a person in front of you.

you blinked a couple more to clear up your vision.

you were faced, eye to eye with the man holding you. his brown eyes were a pair of the softest eyes you've ever seen, and it was showing how worried he was. his eyebrows almost touched each other in a line. his eyes kept staring at your face, making sure you were okay. by now, you could clearly his soft and honey glazed voice, when he asked you.

"are you okay?"

a... poster... of my own. rounds of clap for myself.

also spoiler alert; it was kim younghoon. i forgot to blur his face and when i tried to, it was weird af so. kim younghoon. is the last guy.

i got nothing to say other than see u on the next chapter lmao. love yall.

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