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Heart's Detour | Kim Sunwoo

SUMMARY: there has been a rise in kidnapping cases in town, and your brother feared for your safety and decided to send someone who would keep you safe in the meantime. what you least expected was that the biker gang's leader was the one your brother had gotten for you, thinking that this could probably be the biggest mistake you'll ever make in your life.

PAIRING: biker!Sunwoo x afab!reader (feat. lieutenant!Jacob)

GENRE: biker au, angst, crime, fluff, thriller, slight suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, first and foremost Sunwoo is very flirty and delulu here 😃👍, slow-burn, pet names (sweetheart, princess, kitten), violence, action scenes (certain parts may contain slight bit of gory content), mentions of weaponary (guns), minor characters death, blood, betrayal, mentions of crime (kidnapping and human trafficking), slight mention about sex, traumatic backstories, mentions about mental well-being/health, Sunwoo is shirtless at one point 👀, kissing, making out, yn also flirts back but it's only to keep Sunwoo in place 🫡

WORD COUNT: 22,779 (what in the world.)

A/N: 1/3 of the fics for this christmas season is out!! @itsbeeble @kimsohn for the both of you 😚 maya consider this my early birthday gift to you ❤️ also a huge shoutout to @justalildumpling @from-izzy for beta reading this whole chunk of bad boy ily both sm i appreciate you always 💕💕💕

“Oh my god, you look like my next big mistake.” 

That was the first thing that escaped right out of your mouth as the familiar figure pulled into the driveway. You already knew who it was—that black leather jacket, the black helmet that covered his breathtaking look (as much as you didn’t want to admit it), and the slightly worn-out boots he always wore. 

It was the moment he took his helmet off and shook his hair to clear his vision so that he would always look straight at you and smile before you decided to ruin the mood. 

“Now that’s just rude. I was nice enough to accept your brother’s request to come pick you up.” 

“What makes you think I’d go with you, Sunwoo? You’re one of our district's most dangerous human beings,” you deadpanned. 

“Look sweetheart, it’s either you hop on, or I’ll leave you behind. For your information, I would still drag your ass to ride my baby because I would not want to be fed to the hound dogs by your brother.” 

With his reply, you quickly glanced around the area you were in to find that it was dead silent and empty and that it was already going to be midnight as you glanced at your watch. Knowing that you didn’t have a choice, you reluctantly grabbed the helmet Sunwoo was extending to you and placed it over your head. 

He smirked at your reaction, knowing very well how he was the only option to get back home. Before he did the same, he hopped back into his vehicle. 

“Grab on.” That was the last thing he said before covering down his face shield as he started the engine. As you gently wrapped your arms around his wrist, he gave the throttle a few twists. Instantly, the bike propelled forward, and you were both on the road. 

It wasn’t unusual for your brother Jacob to cancel on you and be unable to pick you up from your job location on the city's outskirts. You knew deep down that he was always busy with his job back at the station. He was one of the lieutenants of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, after all. When duty calls, he has to stay behind and arrange transport for you instead.

You have repeatedly reassured him that you could take the bus back home or figure out how to deal with matters like this on your own. However, your brother insisted that you were not to take the public transport back as there has been a sudden rise in crimes in the city. 

Additionally, the town you resided in was infamous for the biker gangs, the one that the man in front of you was part of. Nobody dared to come close to them, fearing for their lives as they were capable of doing the worst possible things you could’ve imagined. But it was part of their persona that they always kept up with, as it helped them stay safe from potential dangers or threats against them. 

Hence, you have never understood why your brother, who is part of the police force, would associate with a man like Kim Sunwoo. As far as you and the public knew, he was the leader of the biker gang in Seoul. As soon as his name was mentioned, the public would keep a distance and fear the man himself. But because of how often you have interacted with the man, you find him to be the complete opposite of the image he painted towards the public. 

In reality, he was a goofy guy and not as terrifying nor harmful as the public had determined him to be. He was careless at times, getting all ahead of himself, which completely paints the picture of him being delusional. At times, you would tease him about something, and that was when you realised he gets scared easily. Talk to him about a ghost story, and you can guarantee that he was going to piss his pants even before you even reached the climax of your story. 

In other words, he always looked out for you in your brother’s absence, and he would lurk behind the shadows somewhere, ensuring you would be all alright. You were pretty sure that he probably signed some sort of deal or contract with your brother to do so because who were they to spend most of their life looking out for a young adult like you? 

You were definitely grateful for that, as much as you would never admit it straight up to Sunwoo’s face; you just couldn’t understand why a biker leader like him would associate with you and your brother. 

As you both rode for a bit, you eventually found yourselves back in the heart of Seoul. There was something about riding a bike as you took in the breathtaking view as the wind rushed past your tousling hair, sending this thrilling sensation down your spine. 

If you were with a complete stranger, it would have set off so many alarms in your mind because of the multiple biker stories you have heard from the news and your brother. 

But somehow, for some reason, riding with Sunwoo has always made you feel comfortable and safe. 

Perhaps it was why you decided to hop on with him in the first place. It was your first time riding his bike with him, yet you weren’t too mad about the idea. In fact, you were kind of grateful that your brother set up such arrangements. 

It didn’t take you both long enough before Sunwoo eventually dropped you off right at your doorstep. You got off the bike with ease and handed the helmet back to him as you walked up to your front door porch. Right before you decided to turn the doorknob to open the door, you turned your head back to see that Sunwoo was still there looking at you.

“You’re not going to kidnap me, aren’t you?” 

“Come on, you actually think that I’m a pervert? What makes you think so, sweetheart?” 

“Many reasons,” you spat.  

“Rude.” 

“I’ll take that.” 

“Well, now that you’re back home safe and sound, I’ll finally take my leave. Let your brother know about it.” 

With one final glance, he lifted his feet on the ground back up to his bike before twisting the throttle again to give his motorcycle an immediate surge of power, and he sped quickly out from your neighbourhood. 

As you got into the comforts of your home, you made yourself comfortable before sending your brother Jacob a text to tell him that you were safe and sound before tucking yourself into bed. 

Throughout the night, you just couldn’t help but ponder why the biker’s leader would actually care or even listen to the law enforcement to escort you back home. He couldn’t have cared less and certainly had much more pressing matters than dealing with a young adult like you. 

As you tossed and turned in your bed, that question remained in your mind, keeping you wide awake all night. 

Kim Sunwoo, just who or what exactly are you?

“So you’re my personal babysitter now?” 

You were chilling at your local coffee shop, rushing up your remaining assignments due the following week. You were still a university student before your part-time job, and had no choice but to sacrifice most of your sleep and free time to deal with pressing matters. 

Just as you were typing away on your laptop, a familiar figure suddenly approached you with two cups of iced macchiato in both hands before he plopped down on the seat right across you and handed you one of the drinks. You raised an eyebrow at him, making him stop sipping his coffee away. 

“Brother’s orders,” he replied.

You had no idea why exactly Jacob was doing all of this. In fact, he hasn’t been coming home much for the past week as he had been caught up with work at his station, which is also where you assumed he was sleeping for the time being. During his absence, the infamous biker leader who was sitting in front of you has been personally coming to pick you up from work every single day. 

You thought that since you were off to focus on your studies this whole week, you would finally take a break from the delusional man himself. It turns out you were wrong, and he was here with you in the coffee shop you once called your comfort place. 

You didn’t entirely hate this guy, though; it was more of questioning why he was associating with you more often now as one of the town’s most feared individuals. Naturally, that also caused the people around you to give you the side-eye or just avoid you like the plague, all thanks to the one and only Kim Sunwoo. 

There was a moment of silence between you two as you continued typing away on your laptop. It wasn’t long before the male bent over to peek at your laptop screen to see what you were working with. 

“Don’t even bother helping me.” You replied bluntly. 

“You never know I might be an expert in your field of work.” 

You sighed. “Kim Sunwoo. It’s literature.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t be the biker gang leader for no reason. I’ve got great communication skills, after all.” 

“For your information, it’s about writing a 2000 essay review on William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.” 

Upon hearing the novel's name, he immediately grinned widely before scooting his chair closer to you, giving you this puppy look that he was now very intrigued by your work. 

“Oh my god, Romeo and Juliet is my absolute favourite! Mark my words when I tell you I am a huge fan of romance novels or TV shows!” 

You sighed in defeat when he began reading the essay that you have written so far; you could tell that he was the type not to let go of something that piqued his interest. He was even reading it very diligently, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight. 

“Hey, don’t look down on me. Just so you know, I aced all of my tests back in school and was a model student.” 

“Hmm, questionable, but I will take that.” 

Just like that, the time seemed to pass as quickly as possible, and you were even surprised by how much knowledge he had about the classic novella itself. It was intriguing to find out that he got invested in the topic and was able to help you brainstorm specific ideas that you could add on to make your essay much more sophisticated. 

Right when you were about to type away to finish up the final parts of your essay, you suddenly felt a little tap on your shoulders, which made you turn your head back to see who it was. Once you laid your eyes upon them, you quickly shot up from your chair and gave them a big hug. 

“Kisa! Where exactly have you been? Everyone at work has missed you so badly.” You hugged your former co-worker tightly, rubbing your cheeks together even as it had been months since you had last seen each other. 

“I know. Things have been rough recently, and I had no choice but to take a short leave.” 

“You could have at least told us what was going on, Kisa. Weren’t we all your closest buds around town?” 

She chuckled. “I guess.” 

There was a little awkward moment of silence between you two, which you thought was a bit odd as Kisa used to be an excellent talker who would always have a topic ready up her sleeves. You quickly examined the look in her eyes, and you could tell that something was off; it almost felt as if she was trying to tell you something, but she couldn’t for some reason.

Hence, you decided to ask her. “Hey Kisa, is everything alright—”

“You know, Y/N! There is this new cafe right towards the end of the street where we could go that serves your favourite croffles. It’s been a while, so why don’t we catch up for a bit?” Kisa asked rather hastily. 

You could sense that something was off from her tone of voice and speech, and you desperately wanted to find out at this point. 

“Yeah, of course! Let’s head off—”

“I’m sorry, but she won’t be able to join you today.” 

Immediately, Sunwoo grabbed your wrist, pulled you back towards him and wrapped his hands around your shoulders. 

“You see, Y/N is actually on a date with me today. Perhaps the both of you could do it some other time? I apologise for that, miss.” Sunwoo replied with a smile on his face, and that immediately made Kisa back off. 

“Y-Yeah, of course! I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Y/N. I’ll see you sometime again soon!” 

Instantly, Kisa turned her heel and dashed towards the front door. Just like that, your co-worker you haven’t seen for months disappeared into thin air once again. You quickly darted your face back to Sunwoo, trying to interrogate him as to why on earth he had done what he did. 

“Kim Sunwoo, I knew you were delusional, but that doesn’t mean you could do that to me—”

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Sunwoo immediately cut you off and quickly helped take all your belongings for you as he pushed you towards the front door, right towards his bike. Once you both had strapped on, Sunwoo immediately took speed and quickly drove away. During the entire ride home, it was obvious that he knew or saw something, as you felt his whole body was all tense up as you wrapped your arms around him. 

He was awfully quiet too, not even sparring a glance back at you during the journey, and that alone was weird enough for you since he would always joke around and shout aloud amidst the busy traffic to make sure that you were still able to converse with him. 

But no, not this time. 

Once he dropped you off at your front porch, he kept scanning the area around your house and wouldn’t even try to speak with you. When you finally removed the helmet and handed it back to him, he quickly grabbed your wrist again, and his grip tightened against yours. 

“Whatever you do, stay at home for now. Do not leave unless it is me or your brother who answers the door,” he spoke firmly, making sure you get that through your head before he finally let go of your grip.

This was the infamous biker leader you grew up listening to rumours about how he was cold in reality, and as to why so many people were terrified of him. There was this aura around this man, and that whatever came out from his mouth, he meant business, and he wasn’t the type to joke around when he set his mind on something. It was also the deathly cold stare he gave that scared so many people, including you right now as you witness them firsthand in person. 

Giving him a little nod, he lets go of your grip so you can finally head up to open your locked front door. Once you had turned the doorknob and taken your first step in, you glanced behind again to see that he was still giving you that cold death stare. To be honest, it terrified you a little, and you knew that you couldn’t ask what the whole fiasco happened back at the cafe, at least not for now. 

With that, you walked right into the comforts of your house and closed the door shut, eyes still glued towards that cold death stare from the biker leader. You tried your best to distract yourself by cleaning up the house a little and getting yourself all cosy and ready for bed while sparing a few glances at your windows to see that Sunwoo was still there, staring directly at your house, or rather, at you. 

It wasn’t until the clock finally struck midnight that Sunwoo decided it was time to leave you alone as he drove off and disappeared.

Whatever happened today was enough for you to finally conclude that something was up, and you needed to know. It surely must not have just been a pure coincidence that Sunwoo has been popping up in your life just like that out of the blue, and how your brother actually trusted him and asked that he took care of you in his place, and with what happened today at the cafe with Kisa. 

Something was definitely up, and you needed answers. 

Immediately.

You couldn’t care less if you were to be scolded by your big brother. When you woke up this morning, you quickly called for a taxi to take you to your brother’s station. It took a while to convince the ones at the reception that your brother was one of the lieutenants, so they had to call Jacob and make him personally come down to escort you. 

Jacob's eyes widened upon seeing you, but the moment he saw your face, he knew that you came here for a good reason and that you weren’t just here for a visit. 

After passing through the multiple securities, you finally ended up in his office on one of the top floors. Luckily, things weren’t too busy, so your brother had some time to spare with you. 

“Hey sis, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come home lately nor pick you up from work. It’s just that I have had so many cases to deal with—”

“Jacob, I need answers.” You cut him off. 

It was the look that you had in your eyes that made it absolutely clear to Jacob that you weren’t leaving until you had the answers that you desperately wanted. It has always been like this for you, even when you were a child. You were persistent and would do anything to get whatever you wanted. With you seated on the couch in his office, you leaned back slightly and crossed your arms and legs, indirectly telling your brother to do the same.

Jacob let out a deep sigh before he finally got himself comfortable and placed a hot cup of freshly brewed tea he had made just for you right onto the table, pushing it towards you before he finally sat down across the couch from you.

It took a moment for him to rub his palms together before lifting up his face to look directly at you. 

“Y/N, please know that I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe at all times—”

“Not that, Jacob. Just cut to the chase, please.” 

“It’s…well, long story short, there have been multiple cases of young girls who have been going missing for the past couple of weeks. And we have been searching high and low for clues but to no avail.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he finally spat out what had been bugging him for weeks. 

“Okay? And what does that have to do with you sending the infamous Kim Sunwoo to care for me?” 

“You’ll be needing him, Y/N. I promise he will surely be looking out for you, no matter what.”

“Well, that’s reassuring to know. But why, Jacob? Since when have you ever associated yourself with a dangerous man like him?” You questioned. 

This time, you could tell that your brother was slightly hesitant in his next words and struggled to come up with possible answers that would please your curiosity. 

“That’s…something I can’t say for now. But you will eventually find out yourself soon.” 

You scoffed before standing up and raising your voice towards your brother. “Jacob, I came all the way out here to hear answers from you, my own brother. The fact that what happened at the cafe last night was odd enough, to the point that Sunwoo even gave me this death stare warning me as if I may be in danger or something. I have no idea what exactly you both are planning, but you better tell me everything from the beginning for God’s sake, right this second.” 

There was this apologetic look in his eyes as he stared right back at your now-turning-red face, standing up and placing both hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down. It was then, all of a sudden, that there was a knock on his door, and he instructed whoever it was to come in. It was one of his subordinates, and he was summoned to the chief’s office to discuss the missing cases further. 

Before Jacob left the room, he turned back to grab his jacket quickly and hastily put it on while speaking to you for one last time. 

“Stay here, Y/N. I’ll drop you back home after I’m done with this meeting. I’ll try my best to return as soon as possible.” 

Within seconds, Jacob and his subordinate rushed out of the room and closed the door shut. Now that your brother was gone, there was no way that you would just sit back and relax, knowing that there have been cases of young girls going missing around town. You needed to learn more about this, even if your brother isn’t willing to tell you anything more about it. 

You decided to salvage through his work desk, opening up each cabinet to see if you could find anything useful regarding the case. Scanning through the multiple files that he had kept away nicely, it seemed as if your brother might have taken the file that contained potential evidence or information about the missing girls, so you were left with nothing that could give you a bit of an insight to what exactly was going around in town.

That was until you discovered a little slip of paper peeking through one of the files. 

You quickly took it out from the folder, and a smirk began to form on your face as you read through the information on that little piece of paper. 

“If you’re not going to tell me, Jacob, I’ll figure all this out myself then.”

With the last remaining pocket money you had , you managed to hail a taxi to bring you to the specified location that was written on that little piece of paper. However, you gave the driver a slightly different route than the one from the paper, for you knew that no ordinary citizen would ever step foot within the infamous territory.

The moment you stepped out of the vehicle, you assumed that you would be walking for about a good ten minutes before you were able to arrive at the exact location. You didn’t mind that in the slightest bit; you just needed to find the right person to ask the questions that have been gruelling in the back of your mind. 

The walk towards the location wasn’t exactly smooth as you had to pass through the woods to get there undetected. It was already dark out then, so you had to rely on your handy-dandy torchlight from your phone to guide you through the woods. It felt eerie, and the crackling sounds as you stepped on the branches scattered across the ground didn’t help in the slightest bit.

But you had to remind yourself that you came here constantly for a purpose: no matter what, you weren’t going home empty-handed. With the best of your abilities, you pushed through and eventually, arrived after almost an hour of walking, where, in reality, it would’ve taken you ten minutes if you didn’t spend most of the time getting lost in the woods. 

What mattered was that you were finally at the location, and upon first inspection, it was a vast empty parking lot filled with motorcycles from one end to another. Thankfully, there were multiple huge metal transport boxes that filled the area, so you sneakily stepped out from the woods and ran to the closest one to hide. 

You decided to sneak your head out a little and peek through the corners of the box, and as expected, you were able to spot several individuals towards the far end of the parking lot. Some of them were leaning against their bikes as they drank to their heart’s content while chatting away, while others were ultimately passed out and fast asleep in the empty garage at the centre. 

Judging from the location you were at now, it was nearly impossible to hear precisely what those individuals were talking about. If you want to get your hands on concrete evidence, you have got to move closer. 

With a quick dash, you ran towards box by box while trying your best to be undetected. Each time you managed to get from one box to another, you always gave yourself a quiet sigh of relief and tried your best to calm your beating heart down. 

Okay, just a few more boxes to go. I can do this—

Instantly, someone came up from behind to cup your mouth with their hands while the other was wrapped around your chest, trying to calm your muffling sounds down. 

“What in God’s mind were you even thinking of stepping foot in this place?”

That voice. It belonged to the person you have been longing to find in the first place. 

“S-Sunwoo,” you muffled as his hands still cupped your mouth. 

At that moment, both of you heard footsteps coming closer to where you were and knew you were about to be cornered. There was no reason for an outsider like you to be present in the biker gang’s territory, and you would pretty much be skinned alive if you were to be found.

Time was ticking, and you needed to think of a way to get out of here undetected. 

But thankfully, it seemed as if Sunwoo had everything under control. 

Or so you thought. 

Just when the few bikers came around the corner, a loud gasp came from them as they witnessed the sight beyond them. Never in a million years would they have caught their boss making out with some random stranger in their base.

“U-Uh, boss? What exactly is going on?” One of the bikers stammered, hoping that the question asked wouldn’t get him into trouble. 

It took a few seconds for Sunwoo to turn his head to look at them with his face looking like a mess as if he had just had a steamy kissing session with whoever he was with, as he was also trying his best to protect your identity by pushing your head down towards the crook of his neck. 

The bikers gulped at the sight, but Sunwoo quickly gave them a plausible answer for now. 

“You see, this little one has gotten some valuable information from us, and I’m just doing a favour to get them cough up whatever shit that they know and to ruin them a little bit for some fun.” He smirked. 

That was enough to shut the bikers up, and then they quickly brushed it off, telling their boss that they would get a quick smoke to loosen up a bit. As they finally walked away and the coast was clear, Sunwoo immediately lifted your head to get you to face him directly. He could tell you were beyond speechless and there was this unreadable emotion on your face. 

Confused? Mad? Upset? Maybe all of it at once. 

But that didn’t stop him from dragging you out of that place as he quickly brought you back into the woods, going through the dark passageway once again until you both ended up back on the road you originally came from. 

That was when you finally freed yourself from his grasp, and you began raising your voice at him, even if you didn’t mean to. 

You didn’t know what you were feeling at this point either; one thing for sure is that you definitely felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening. As much as you tried to open your mouth, the words wouldn’t come straight out. With that, Sunwoo decided to help you finish your sentence instead.

“Admit it, you liked my kiss.” 

Your eyes widened. “What the actual bullshit, Kim Sunwoo.”

“So now you can talk.” 

God, this was starting to get to your head badly, and there was just so much vulgar language that you wanted to throw at the man in front of you. But it seems that Sunwoo was once a step ahead of you. 

“You’re up to no good, princess.” 

“What do you even know, Sunwoo-”

“I have a pretty good guess that you came without telling your brother, or rather, against his orders.” 

You absolutely hated that Sunwoo knew precisely what was going on in your mind and how he could read you perfectly. It was as if you were just plain as day; your discreet movements or actions you’ve tried to keep secret will always be revealed quickly against your own will. 

Eventually, you decided to give in. “Fine. I did.” 

“Now, someone is not being a good sibling, aren’t they? Might have to report back to big brother Jacob, and someone’s going to get some timeout—”

Before Sunwoo could finish his sentence, you quickly stomped towards him and grabbed his collar, seemingly shutting him up for a moment.

“You’re going to tell me everything. Every single detail, Kim Sunwoo.” 

Sunwoo already had a good guess as to why you were here in the first place. You came to find him and took the risk of visiting his hideout written on the piece of paper you found in Jacob’s office. Mentally, he was throwing curses at your brother for not spilling the details because now he was the one who was going to do it instead. 

Jacob Bae, I sincerely hope that your microwave is going to break down so that you will be having cold meals for a period of time and that you will get your ass kicked by your CEO for not having much progress in the missing cases. 

From your not-so-nice friend, Kim Sunwoo. 

As much as you almost exerted this fiery aura, Sunwoo did not flinch in the slightest. He was used to things like this anyway; he was the biker gang’s leader after all. Instead, he grinned back at you.

“You clearly have lost your mind thinking that you can manipulate the biker leader to spill out the deeds for you. It seems that you have not experienced why exactly the public fear about us, Y/N.” 

This time, he slowly takes a step forward little by little, and you slowly begin to back off while your hands remain on the collar of his shirt. 

“Let me tell you a little something, Y/N. The moment when you stepped within our territory, you were just as good as dead meat.” Sunwoo continued. 

Another step forward.

“Do you know why the public fear us, Y/N? We are predators. And predators hunt for prey who messes with us.” 

Another step forward. 

“And you little innocent citizens of Seoul have officially become our prey because no one messes with us. I mean, no one. You have chosen death when you decided even to come close to us.” 

Another step forward. 

“So you might as well say your last words before I devour you up, hmm?” Sunwoo then stops at his track as he leans forward so that both of your faces are mere inches away, and he closes his eyes while giving you the biggest smile you have seen just yet. 

That alone was enough to shake you to your core. 

It was just as portrayed in books and TV shows, on how smiles make the villains ten times worse than they are. When a villain smiles, you drop everything and run for it. 

If only that were what exactly you did. 

You straighten your posture before you spit back at him. “You won’t have the guts to do that to me, Kim Sunwoo.” 

“And what makes you think that, sweetheart?” 

“Because you love me,” you spat. 

Upon hearing those words, the smile immediately fell from his face, and a shocked expression replaced it. Sunwoo quickly backed off and took a few steps back away from you. 

Bingo. 

“N-No, I don’t.” Sunwoo chuckled. 

“Jokes on you, young man; you were literally head over heels for me, that’s why you agreed to babysit me in the first place.” 

You instantly noticed how flushed his face was getting as he quickly cupped both sides of his face with his hands, trying to calm the heat down. But that did not stop you from moving towards him now as you continued taunting him. 

“You know, I think your fellow bikers would be delighted to hear that their boss was in love with a commoner like me, don’t you think? I’m sure the biker community loves to hear romance since you boys have been angsty all year.” 

“No no no! Not the biker community! I’m supposed to be a cool leader everyone looks up to and worship goddamit!” He was now covering his ears like a little child. 

Oh, Kim Sunwoo, you indeed are such a sucker for romance. 

Finally, you took the final steps and stood before him, placing both hands upon his shoulders, and you returned a devilish smile. 

“I think someone’s got a good explanation to do before I feed him to my brother’s hound dogs back at the station.”

“Y/N Bae, I absolutely would love to ruin your makeup right now.” 

“Kim Sunwoo, I absolutely would love to throw you straight into the river right now.” 

After that confrontation on the empty road, you both decided to take this whole conversation elsewhere before any of the bikers made their way out to confront you two again. 

So you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike and drove a little to the well-known spot in Seoul, Han River. 

Since Sunwoo had barely recovered from your counterattack before, he was clearly distracted as he droved through the city, constantly putting out this pout and sulky expression on his face, making you want to tease him more. Occasionally, you would purposely snake your hands up to his abdomen to his chest, which made the male squirm and his body tense upon the contact, making him cry out loud, for God’s sake, and somehow apologise throughout the entire ride. 

The moment you both got to the river, Sunwoo immediately asked you to get out of his vehicle while trying to calm his pounding chest down. Unfortunately, you were nowhere near done wrecking the bike leader, so you snaked your arms around him as you dragged him out from his bike, taking them down to one of the stairs facing the river. 

Sunwoo was not in the right mind and was trying his best to counterattack, which at one point he did. But thanks to the taekwondo classes you took back in the day, you quickly turned the tables around.

So now Kim Sunwoo was the one pinned to the ground while you were hovering above him, pinning both his hands above his head while your legs kept his in place, leaving him no room to move around. 

“If only being delusional wasn’t my weakness, I swear Y/N…”

“Tell that to the ones who created you.they were the ones to cast this spell upon you.” 

“What do I get if I tell you the truth?”

You paused for a moment. What were you going to repay him exactly? 

But since you were already keeping up with this facade a couple of hours ago, you might as well continue the seeds that you have planted.

“A kiss from me to you.” 

Upon hearing those words, the male smirked before finally closing his eyes and let loose his body slightly. 

“Fine, Y/N. You win.” 

With that, you also did the same by slowly releasing your grip on his arms, knowing well how he wouldn’t be counterattacking you soon. 

“What I am about to tell you, Y/N… I’m not exactly sure if you’re able to stomach it all, to be honest.” 

“Nothing as bad as the cases that my brother has done, I bet.” 

“Fair. Your brother deals with brutal homicide cases, after all.” 

Sunwoo then propped himself up, and you decided to give him some space by getting off him and sitting crossed-legged at his side. It took Sunwoo a moment to gather his thoughts before finally telling you the whole story. 

“Y/N, did you realise why I dragged you away on that day you met that co-worker of yours?” 

“You meant Kisa?” 

“Did you notice anything strange about her?”

“Well, yeah I kind of did. Her demeanour was setting off many red flags in my mind for sure,” you replied. The thought about Kisa once again made you frown; you have been constantly worrying about her since that day.

“I’ll tell you right now that she is one of the girls who had gone missing for the past couple of months.” 

Missing? Is she related to the missing person cases that your brother was dealing with then? 

“The fact that she has reappeared all of a sudden was strange enough, and luckily, I noticed a barcode tattooed right behind her ear.” 

Barcode? What exactly was going on? 

Sunwoo noticed how perplexed you were with the whole situation and sighed before continuing with his words. 

“Y/N, I think you do know what happens when someone is tattooed with a barcode on different parts of their body, don’t you?” 

No. It can’t be. You knew exactly what it meant, but you wouldn’t have expected it to happen to someone close to you, let alone to one who has suddenly disappeared from your radar, only for them to reappear out of the blue. 

“No, you don’t mean it.” 

“Come on, Y/N. You know exactly how crime works in Seoul, especially in our district; it’s corrupted, and plenty of cases like this go unnoticed because the culprits can often get away undetected.” 

That can’t be true; you absolutely can’t accept the fact that Kisa was a victim of human trafficking. 

You slowly began to stammer in your speech. “S-So, you basically saved my life back there and then.” 

“If you want to put it that way, I guess I did.” 

This time, Sunwoo decided to scooch a little bit closer to you, and the tone in his voice dropped as if he was now whispering what crucial detail he was about to say next. 

“Y/N, why did you think your brother made a deal with me to follow you wherever you go?” 

You decided to break the tension in the air slightly by making a little joke. “I’d like to think it was your idea instead because you have committed to being my stalker.” 

“Calling me a stalker is flat-out rude, Y/N. Especially after all that I have done for you,” he sulked.

You were glad Sunwoo could still joke around with you slightly to ease the tension. 

“Fine, to keep me safe then.” 

“That’s one for sure, but also because we made a pact to crack these cold cases together without the superiors in the station knowing a thing about this.” 

Huh. “So you’re a biker detective now?” 

“Yeah, a very cool one at that too. I saved your life not once but twice. Jacob should give me a pay raise, let’s be honest.” 

“What do you mean you actually suck at your job. You have to have someone’s consent first before you start making out with them, especially in public.” You slightly blushed at that comment. You certainly weren't going to tell him that he took your first kiss away, and you hoped that your surroundings were dark enough so that Sunwoo wasn’t able to see clearly that your ears were beginning to look bright red as a tomato right now.

Unfortunately for you, he was a romance fanatic, so obviously, he could tell that you were embarrassed to say all of that. It was his sign to strike back now.

“Oh honey, that kiss was a little extra from your care package that your brother signed you up for. You should be grateful that you get an extra treatment from me.” He took a string of your hair and started twirling around his fingers. 

“….shut up.” You muttered.

Oh god, how much he was enjoying this whole moment right there.

The next thing that happened was that he moved closer again and cupped both of your cheeks with his hands before leaning his forward against yours. 

“What in the world are you even thinking of doing—”

“Y/N, listen to me closely about what I am about to say next, and I will only say it once.” 

That made all of the embarrassment from earlier die down. Judging from the look in his eyes, you knew things were about to get serious next.

“Another reason why your brother personally asked for me to care for you for the time being was because he knew that something bad was going to happen real soon.” 

“Something bad?” 

“You see, we have been working together on this case for months now. With our thorough investigations, it’s clear that whoever was the mastermind behind all of this may actually be someone we are acquainted with.” 

“Someone much closer to us, that is.”

Your eyes widened upon that last sentence, and you knew this case was far worse than you thought. It was a life-and-death situation if either of you let your guard down. If that was the case, it also meant that you weren’t the only one in danger. 

Bracing yourself, you slowly and reluctantly asked Sunwoo something that you hoped it was just yourself thinking way further ahead than you should. 

“J-Jacob isn't going to die, isn’t he?”

Sunwoo didn’t reply, but he stared straight into your eyes. With that, your eyes became teary, and you were on the verge of crying out silently. You knew that Jacob’s job always evolved around dangerous criminals, and there’s no guarantee that he might come home each day in one piece; he had accepted his fate ever since he took on the badge in the first place. 

But now, with the recent events and how he had placed you under Sunwoo’s care, you knew that this was far worse than any of you had encountered before. 

Tears began dripping down your face, and Sunwoo lightly brushed his fingers against your cheek to wipe them away. 

“Y/N, from now on, I’m afraid you should stay as far away from your brother as possible. In other words, you’ll be stuck with me for now.” 

“That doesn’t mean that I won’t be seeing him anymore, isn’t it?” You sobbed. 

Sunwoo smiled. “Of course not. It is so that both of us can conduct our investigation much more smoothly without outsiders intruding on our plan. I promise you, I won’t let your brother die. That would also mean that the lives of both you siblings are at my outermost top priority now.”

“Why Sunwoo? Why would a biker leader like you even associate with us law enforcement? Didn’t you and your people hate us for decades?”

He chuckled before placing a kiss on the top of your forehead. 

“Jacob Bae saved me and gave me another chance at life. And I am going to return the favour.”

It has been ten minutes since the both of you were back on the road again. You were trying to take in all of Seoul’s beautiful night views, as you might not see them for a while. 

After calming yourself down at Han River, Sunwoo filled you in with everything you needed to know before you both took off back on the road. Based on what your brother and Sunwoo have been able to investigate so far, they decided that it was safe to conclude that the mastermind was either someone within the biker community or one of the higher-ups from the police agency. That was precisely why your brother was in a tight situation and was at risk of falling into the hands of the enemy since he was one of the lieutenants and had no control over his superiors. 

It was precisely why Jacob decided it was best for you to keep a distance from him at the moment, for the fear that you might fall into the hands of the enemy. Hence, giving you to Sunwoo for now would mean that you had a higher chance of survival—being a biker meant that Sunwoo was able to move around much more freely compared to a detective who was bound by rules that he had to abide by at all times. 

In the meantime, Sunwoo has also been on the go trying to figure out who the traitor within the biker’s community was who started all of this. According to the male, he guessed that someone from the detective agency was manipulating and might even be paying the traitor within the biker gang a large sum of money to traffick these young ladies out of the country. Since the bikers usually hunt out late at night, there was no doubt that the victims would have been vulnerable against them and quickly fell into their hands. 

In order to keep you safe, and since Sunwoo has practically told you the entire plan, he has no choice but to bring you along on his investigations; as much as he hated that idea and he would much prefer locking you away somewhere where you could lay down low until the whole crime spree is over. 

However, he knew that you would be much safer if you were within his sight range, and he would feel much more comfortable knowing that you were always near him.

He has learnt it the hard way before anyway. 

As you both ride through the night and out away from Seoul, there is this anxious feeling rotten deep within your gut—you are terrified, knowing now that you have finally fallen victim to the dark, corrupted crime world in Seoul. 

With that, your arms wrapped around Sunwoo’s waist tightened, and you gently laid your cheeks against his back. You just wished this ride with Sunwoo could have happened at a much better time and under better circumstances.

“Damn, Kim Sunwoo. Who knew you’d have a hideout in the middle of nowhere?” 

You were astounded with the entire place. It was located outside of town, and it took the both of you about a two-hour ride to get to this place, which was eventually in the middle of the wilderness. You thought building a simple cabin here was a genius idea because chances of survival were much higher, especially for Sunwoo, who lives a dangerous life each day. 

As Sunwoo guided and led you up to the steps of his front door, he inserted a key and unlocked the front door within seconds, and your jaw dropped the moment he turned on the lights that lit up the entire cabin. 

“Welcome to my safe space, Y/N.” 

Upon further inspection, you could tell that the entire cabin was built meticulously—from the sturdy timber that formed the walls, the simple yet captivating decor that filled the entire place, and the cosy fireplace that stood right at one of the corners of the living space. The entire place just felt comforting; even a stranger would agree when they stepped into this place in the woods. 

Sunwoo noticed you had been slowly moving around the cabin, taking in all its glory. He decided that he wouldn’t be ruining this little moment you have and went straight into the pantry to whip up some hot cocoa for the two of you. 

It all felt too good to be true. You have only seen or read places like this in books or films; never in a million years would you have thought that you would get a chance to reside, let alone step into a place like this at all. It was as if you were living in a dream, and you just wished you could shut off the outside world for a while and relax in this place for as long as possible. 

As you slowly reach the fireplace, you notice how a picture frame sits at the top, depicting a young boy and a girl riding a swing at a park. You could immediately tell how it was Sunwoo in that picture, but you had no idea if the young female was his sibling or, perhaps, his past lover, if he ever had one. 

Before you could examine further, you heard a little thump from behind you, and you turned to see Sunwoo was back with two warm mugs of freshly made hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He gently placed them onto the round wooden table he had before moving to the fireplace and threw some chopped wood in before lighting it up with the lighter he kept behind his back pocket. 

You slowly sit on the couch to make yourself comfortable, take one of the mugs, and sip the freshly made drink. It didn’t take long for Sunwoo to join you as he sat on the couch on your left.

“I’d like to think I’m such a great host, don’t you think? I expect you to be writing a five-star review of this Airbnb on booking.com after your stay,” he smugged before bringing his mug to his lips. 

“I never knew a biker gang leader like you would have a soft spot for ambience like this.” 

“Hey, bikers aren’t all angsty and dark. You’d think I live for the colour black and own everything in that specific colour?” 

“Don’t look at me like that. Blame the media for painting you guys exactly the way you are.” 

Well, you had a point there. Ever since you met Sunwoo, you realised that not all of them seemed as terrible as the public had painted them to be. Even the biker leader is the same as many young adults: desperate to find love and obsessed with shoujo mangas. 

As you took another sip of the cocoa, you gulped the liquid down slowly before enjoying your little silence, listening to the crackling sound from the fireplace as you slowly started to feel your eyelids become heavy. 

It has been a long day; after all, you started by storming into Jacob’s office at the beginning of the day, trekking through the woods and finding out about the biker’s hideout, going to Han River and eventually here in Sunwoo’s cabin. 

From the corners of your eyes, you could see how it would be early morning now—the first tendrils of light painting the sky in hues of a mixture of lavender and indigo, indicating that it would be dawn now. It was probably about five to six in the morning, and that was the last thing you could think of before you eventually fell to your slumber. 

It took Sunwoo a few seconds to realise you had fallen asleep as he admired the skies from his cabin window just like you were. When he finally turned to look at your head, bending down with your eyes closed, the mug of now warm cocoa still nestled within your grasp. 

Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you resting comfortably like that. It reminded him so much about her. It almost felt bittersweet then, but Sunwoo tried his best to get rid of those feelings before things started to get too deep again.

He slowly got up, gently opened up your fingers surrounding the mug, and took it off your hands to place it on the table. He then swooped his hands around your shoulders and under your legs before picking you up bridal style. Trying his best not to make a noise, he slowly brought you into his only bedroom in the cabin, gently laying you down on the comforts of his bed and tucking you into bed with his cosy duvet. 

When he was about to get up from the bed, he felt something wrapping around his pinky before turning to see that it was from you. He couldn’t tell if you had a dream or if it was just by reflex as you wrapped your fingers around his pinky and tugged them close to you. 

Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you doing so, and he sat down on the bed again, gently caressing your hair as you fell deeper into your dreamland. 

Y/N. I promise I will protect you at all costs and avoid making the same mistake as before.

The chirping noises were what woke you up from your slumber. You squint your eyes as you slowly open them to reveal the sunlight shining directly into the cabin. You also heard clanking noises coming beyond the closed doors, and you decided it was time to get up to check out whatever it was. 

As you opened the door, your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped as you approached the dining table. It seemed as if Sunwoo had made you an entire breakfast meal that looked identical to what you would get from the local diners in town. The man even took the extra step to brew you some hot coffee and placed two little jars filled with white and brown sugar so you could adjust your drink to your desired taste. 

You slowly pulled the chair and sat down before Sunwoo turned around from the stovetop, placing a freshly made fried sunny-side egg onto your plate, and that was when you took in what Sunwoo was wearing before you eventually burst out into laughter. 

“What was that about? I went the extra mile to make you breakfast.” Sunwoo pouted. 

“N-No, it’s not that. I never thought you were a frilly pink floral aprons type of guy.” You had to cover your mouth and fan yourself because you were laughing so hard that breathing was hard by the second. 

“You stop it right there. Someone special made this apron; I will not let you disrespect it.” Sunwoo was now pointing at you with his spatula, threatening that he would take your breakfast and eat it himself. 

As you calmed yourself down and apologised, he finally sat beside you while still sulking because of your comment before and started cutting up his bread and sausages on the plate. When Sunwoo saw that you had taken your first bite, he couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark to lighten the mood once again.

“Hurry up and tell me that my cooking skills are top-notch.” He lifted his head high as if he was already praising himself before you even said anything. 

Frankly, it tasted much better than what you had in mind. Who would’ve thought the most feared person in town was also a good cook? The fact that he was able to build this cabin on his own, cared for you, and made you a delicious meal was a bummer that he was still single at this point. 

But since you have teased Sunwoo since the beginning, there was no way you would tell him that and continue feeding his delusions. 

“I’m surprised that I did not puke nor have an upset stomach with the initial first bite, to be honest.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You ungrateful little brat.” 

“Thank you, I’ll take that.” You grinned widely at him, making him return you with disgust. 

Surprisingly, breakfast then went by reasonably quickly, and you offered to help clean up the kitchen even when the male insisted that you were his guest and weren’t supposed to do anything while you were there. 

After a little bit of squabbling about cleaning the cabin up, Sunwoo heads out the front door, signalling for you to come with him. 

“There’s this place that I think you’ll love, Y/N. Care to hop on for another ride with me?”

“Kim Sunwoo, give me your keys to your cabin right now I’m officially moving in.” 

He giggled as you said that hurriedly before running down to the designated spot he brought you to. As you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike, he took you along for another drive that only took about five minutes away from his cabin. As you both parked the bike somewhere safe, he guided you to take a step deeper into the woods, where, eventually, you both ended up at a beautiful creek.

A crystal-clear stream burbles along the riverbed, bubbling over the surrounding rocks and branches. There were a couple of stepping stones that scattered across the stream, giving whoever chose to visit to have the opportunity to walk across from one end to the other. A couple of flowers blossomed at the sides of the river, giving the creek a little pop of colour. 

It was a sight to behold. Who would have thought that there was such a place near where Sunwoo lived? At this point, you swore that you would label this entire outskirt as paradise, and you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life here, away from the capital's bustling streets. 

You slowly made your way to the river, where you stuck one of your hands into the waters, letting the streams of water hit the back of your hand. Sunwoo then made his way towards you before bending down to pick up one of the pebbles on the ground, before tossing it across the waters to see it bounce on top of the surface before eventually sinking into the waters. 

“Is there anything that you can’t do, Kim Sunwoo?” You asked as you saw how he was a master at skipping stones, way better than most people could do. 

“I’ve been doing this for decades, Y/N. Of course, I am the master of stone skipping.” He proudly acclaimed before picking another pebble and tossing it across the waters again. 

You couldn’t help but smile at that remark. “So that means you come here often, then?” 

“Used to.” He corrected you. “I haven’t been here in a very long time.” 

“Well, then, I’m grateful that you decided not to gatekeep such a place from me,” you replied, sincerely thanking the man for taking you out of the cabin to come to such a place to relax.

“You’re going to be staying with me for a while; obviously, I have to keep you occupied before you start complaining out of boredom in the cabin.” He stuck out his tongue at you before tossing another pebble. 

“I’m not a kid, Sunwoo. I know how to keep myself occupied.” This time, it was your turn to give him a pout. 

“I’m gonna bet on 10,000 korean won that you will be screaming out of frustration by the third day if you were stuck all day in that cabin of mine.” 

“Then I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I can literally find anything to do to keep myself occupied at all places.” You were now standing up and stood right in front of the man, staring at him as if you were going to start a battle of who would be the first to back down from their words. 

Sunwoo smirked at that sight, and it turns him on whenever you get all worked up because of his words. He wasn’t going to back down quickly, so he straightened his posture before firing back at you. 

“Princess, you better buckle up because you have just turned me on, and I want to ruin your ego right now.” 

“Try me then, Kim Sunwoo,” you huffed. 

“Say, can you swim?” 

You snorted. “Of course I can swim, what the hell—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Sunwoo pushed you on your shoulders, and you fell straight into the waters. It took a few seconds before you eventually returned to the surface, wiping off the excess water dripping down your face. 

“Kim Sunwoo! What the actual—”

You were screaming at the top of your lungs, ready to yell and curse your heart out towards the male before you eventually stopped. Your eyes widened at the sight of him taking off his shirt that he was wearing, revealing a well-toned body and rock-solid abs as well as a tattoo that was situated right above his ribcage on his left. 

He grinned before jumping into the waters and swam right up to you. 

“I knew you would like what you saw with your eyes. I have been waiting for the right time to do it anyway,” he smirked before moving his fingers close to you to pinch your cheeks. 

You quickly slapped his hands away before turning your back towards him, trying to calm your fast heart beating chest down. Instantly, you felt a surge of warmth slowly crawling up to your ears and cheeks, and you quickly rested both your palms on your cheeks, knowing very well that you were now blushing hard.

What is wrong with you, Y/N? 

Before you could even process your thoughts further, you felt a pair of hands resting on your waist before turning your back towards the opposite direction. You have now come face-to-face with the man you were dreading to see, and you quickly turn your head towards the side and face the streaming waters instead. 

You could clearly hear Sunwoo’s low chuckle before he rested his fingers underneath your chin, gently turning your face back towards his direction. 

“I found your weakness, princess.”

“Shut up.” 

Your now red-flushed face was making Sunwoo laugh while you were slowly losing your mind. All you could think of at the moment was how exactly you would get yourself out of this situation you were in. 

Suddenly, you were brought back to reality as you felt Sunwoo’s thumb swipe past your lips slowly, his eyes now focusing on your smudged lips as if he was hungry for it, wanting so desperately to press his lips onto them as he slowly leaned down towards them.

Oh no. Oh no. 

You started to panic; you had no idea what you were supposed to do. Sure, it wasn’t the first time you kissed Sunwoo, but your situation was much more different than the first. 

Brace yourselves, Y/N. Just do it. 

That was all that you could think of before closing your eyes tightly. It was now or never, and you surely have no escape. As you slowly waited for his warm, plump lips to land on yours again, it never came as you expected. When you slowly opened your eyelids, you saw Sunwoo paused exactly an inch before both lips met. 

Was he in a dilemma? Whether he should do it or not? 

In the end, Sunwoo broke off the tension and gave in to wrap his arms around you instead, giving you a tight hug as he rested his head under the crook of your neck. 

What was going on? 

“S-Sunwoo…what are you—”

“Let me just stay like this for a while, Y/N.”

As he took in a couple of seconds to relax his body over yours, you slowly snaked your arms around his back and caressed his back slowly, as if that was the right thing that you thought you could do at the moment.

With your touch, he tugged you tighter before eventually speaking his first words since he turned you around to face him. 

“Thank you, Y/N, for trusting me. I promise that I won’t let you down. We’ll catch whoever this mastermind is and place him behind bars for good.” 

You felt reassured, knowing that you will be in good hands for now before reuniting with your brother once the cases have been resolved. 

“Thank you too, Sunwoo, for looking out for me and making me feel safe.” 

“You slept in an upright position on the couch throughout the whole night?” You questioned the male, thinking that you might have heard something wrong. 

“For the hundredth time, yes I did, Y/N Bae. I have no idea why you are making such a big fuss out of this,” Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck as he closed his eyes in annoyance as if he was tired of going through this whole topic with you again. 

“Well then, I suggest we swap for tonight then. It’s not fair that you have to make yourself suffer especially when you’re the owner of this cabin,” you stated clearly. 

“Have you ever heard of hospitality, Y/N? There’s no way I’m letting my guests sleep uncomfortably while they’re here. I might get a rotten review on booking.com the next day, that’s for sure.” 

However, you weren’t backing down so quickly. “Fine then. Why don't we share the bed for tonight, then?” 

That question made Sunwoo spit out the glass of water that he was drinking. He had to cough a few times to ensure the liquid flowed smoothly into his throat. 

“Are you insane? There’s no way I’m sleeping with someone that’s the opposite sex,” he muttered as he continued to pound his chest while seemingly trying to stop the cough.

“Well unfortunately, I insist. I would drag you onto the bed myself if I had to. It’s not like I’m asking you to try anything funny; if you are, you wouldn’t be seeing the light of day anyways,” you stated clearly before pointing into the bedroom.

Sunwoo could only let out a deep sigh before caving into your words, knowing that if you both went on and on about this, the sun would rise before any of you would get a proper good night's rest. 

As you both cleaned up and got ready for bed, Sunwoo watched as you climbed into the sheets and got yourself comfy before turning towards your left to sleep on your side and face the cabin wall. When he sees that you have stopped squirming, he gently lifts the sheets before doing the same, but facing towards his right so that he is facing the door instead. 

It took him a while to fall asleep, unlike you, who fell into a deep slumber within seconds. He was not used to this after all, having to share a bed with someone; it has been a long time since he has done so, especially when the last person he did this was years ago with her. 

Additionally, what happened down at the creek earlier in the day? Sunwoo had no idea why exactly he decided to do what he did, and eventually, he couldn’t bring himself to plant a kiss on your lips and went in for a hug instead. 

Deep down, Sunwoo knew something was happening between you two, but he was afraid to commit or even think about the possibilities. After what happened years ago, he promised that he wouldn’t get too close to anyone unless they were the ones who saved his life big time; in this case, it was your brother, Jacob. 

But now, it seems that Jacob’s little sibling was also slowly marking a spot in that enclosed heart of his. 

Before Sunwoo could even think of anything further, Sunwoo slowly drifted off into his own dreamland and fell into a deep sleep like you did. 

Hours had passed, and you both were sleeping peacefully until Sunwoo began hearing voices in his head. 

Big brother…big brother…please save me… save me from all of this…please don’t let them take me away…

Big brother…Sunwoo…SUNWOO OPPA!!

Immediately, Sunwoo shot up from his deep slumber and broke out in sweats. Sure, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to get nightmares from the past; it was something he was still working on anyway. But it has been a long time since he had the exact scenario played in his mind; it was a curse to him now. 

Sunwoo then brought up his fingers to rub his temples, trying his best to calm himself down without waking you, who was still peacefully sleeping on the side. 

All of a sudden, Sunwoo’s phone lit up from the nightstand, and he grabbed it lazily while rubbing his eyes to adjust his vision so that he could see clearly what exactly the notification that he had just gotten.

It was as if the nightmare wasn’t enough to ruin his night; the notification was far worse than whatever he had just dreamt of. 

Something that he dreaded would even occur at all throughout this whole investigation process. 

Jacob Bae: This will be the last time I will be able to contact you for now. Please keep Y/N safe at all costs, and we’ll be in touch as soon as I can.

Jacob’s POV

It had been two days since you had left the building without Jacob’s permission. Unfortunately, the meeting lasted way longer than expected, five hours to be exact. Hence, by the time he got back into his dark office where the only source of light was the one ray of moonlight shining through the windows, his heart dropped when he noticed how you were nowhere to be seen. 

Frantically, he skimmed through his entire office to see if you had left any clues behind, for the fear that you had been kidnapped, especially since you were considered to be vulnerable in the mastermind’s eyes, and how both Jacob and Sunwoo suspected that it could be someone from the biker gang or the law enforcement themselves. 

After minutes of scouring the entire room, he eventually made his way to his cabinet beneath his desk, where he could tell that one of them was pulled open and the little note that he stuck out slightly on purpose every time was gone. 

With that, he knew it could only mean one thing: you found the details of Sunwoo’s biker gang’s hideout and went there personally to confront the biker leader himself. Swiftly, he took his phone out before hastily sending Sunwoo a text. 

Jacob Bae: My sibling is headed towards your biker’s hideout. Please get there and make sure Y/N is safe at all costs. 

The moment he saw that Sunwoo had read his message, he finally fell back onto his chair, letting out a deep sigh of relief. As much as he was afraid that you had ventured into the predators' lair, he knew that as long as you were with Sunwoo, you would be safe from any harm or danger, even if he was the biker gang leader himself. 

Hence, while you were under Sunwoo’s care for the time being, Jacob was able to focus on his job and tried cracking all of the clues and codes he had received so far for the missing person’s cases, all while he tried his best maintaining contact with Sunwoo to keep each other updated on the case as well as your safety through texting one another. 

Things were going fairly smoothly until another missing person’s case was reported to the station just the night before. When he got to the registered location along with his subordinates, his stomach sank when he realised who had gone missing: your neighbour. 

Jacob began to panic as it only meant one thing: there was a high possibility that you would be the next target. 

Since that day, Jacob had worked tirelessly for hours without sleep or proper food. Your life is at stake right now, and he was determined that he was done playing this cat-and-mouse game with the mastermind. With that, Jacob tried searching for as many clues as possible, even the tiniest detail possible, and he went back to the crime scene himself to thoroughly search through the area once again on his own. 

As if it was a miracle, he eventually discovered a strand of hair near one of the flowerpots on your neighbour’s front porch. He quickly took the evidence he had found and ran straight back towards the lab to get the designated ones in charge to do a quick DNA test from the database to find out who it might be.

After hours of extracting the possible information, it had been concluded that it was impossible to narrow it down to a single person as too many chemicals were found on that single strand of hair follicle. But that did not stop Jacob from finding the exact match for who it might be. 

Hence, Jacob went through all of the case files once again, starting from the first case to the most recent, as he laid all of the details out onto his board in his office, writing down all of the necessary information paired along with red strings to help him connect the dots better. He was also going back and forth towards his desktop located on his desk, trying his best to find the right person from the database.

That was when he realised he had limited access to the station’s database. He had never had such issues before, so why had he been blocked? 

At that moment, he knew that his instinct was right and that the law enforcement was hiding something dark from the detectives themselves; perhaps that was why they had an excruciating time trying to gather practically limited information.

Unfortunately for the mastermind who did all of this, Jacob was actually an expert in computer hacking. Before being promoted to lieutenant, he was a renowned hacker in his division before rising to where he is now. The codes were a little harder to crack, but that doesn't mean it was nearly impossible. 

It took Jacob about ten minutes to finally hack into the actual database, and he wasted no time trying to match the hair follicle to a concrete DNA from the database itself. Once the system concluded that there was a match, he wasted no time clicking the download button to get the information down and reveal who it was.

Sadly, he wasn’t able to record down who it was as one of the detectives came barging into his office, pointing his loaded gun at him. Jacob was cornered, and he couldn’t do anything before the detective came over to completely shut off his desktop by pulling out the cords. Instantly, he shoved his gun towards Jacob’s back and guided him out of his office, guiding him to the actual mastermind of this whole crime spree. 

Before this happened, Jacob had typed out a message scheduled to be sent to Sunwoo if anything were to happen to him. It turns out his instinct was right, and he was slowly counting down the seconds in his heart before the time was up, and he felt his mobile vibrate in his back pocket, signalling that the message had been sent. 

As he stepped into the elevator with the detective, still pointing his gun at his back, he turned around before smiling. 

It’s up to you now, Sunwoo.

Sunwoo’s POV 

“Report what exactly you have found so far, lads.” 

“Certainly, boss!” The young man cleared his throat before setting up the live footage on the laptop and turning it towards his boss’s directions. “It was pretty faint, but you could see the unknown person in the camera drugging the female worker before bagging her up and dragging her body away and out from the factory.” 

Sunwoo narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to try his best to make out who was on the screen, but since the crime occurred late at night. There wasn’t enough light penetrating through the facility; it was merely impossible to identify clearly who the hooded criminal was. 

But Sunwoo wouldn’t give up quickly, so he leaned backwards on his chair before clasping his hands and bringing them close to his face. 

“Judging from the victims from the recent cases, it seemed as if they have been targeting this specific factory more often as of late. There has to be a pattern going on here,” Sunwoo suggested. 

Upon hearing those words from the biker’s leader, the gang member scratched his head before responding. “With that, boss, what are you trying to propose…?” 

“I’m saying that they will strike there again, that’s for sure.” 

“O-Oh, of course! Well, I will go get the rest of the lads ready—”

“No, you stay put till I give you boys further instructions,” Sunwoo firmly decided. 

“B-But, boss, what are you planning to do?”

“I’m going to check the place on my own first before letting any of you step in there. I’m not going to risk all of your lives like that.” 

The young lad knew how dangerous the whole situation was at hand. Quite frankly, he was one of the lads who often kept Sunwoo updated with all of the security footage that was happening around town since he was one of the bikers who had a talent for hacking into all of Seoul’s security systems without having the law enforcement notice his doing, of course. 

But he knew that the boss was risking his own life by heading towards the location alone. In the worst-case scenario, Sunwoo could even get seriously injured or worse. But he knew that Sunwoo’s words were absolute, and no one had ever been able to change his mind once he made a decision. 

With that, the hacker placed his hands together in front of him, slightly bending his head down before obeying Sunwoo’s orders. “Very well, boss. We will await your next instructions then.”

As Sunwoo picked up his speed and rode his bike back to the cabin, the only thing that lingered in his mind was how he would explain the change of plans to you. He would’ve never thought that he might have to intervene and head towards the location himself to gather information this soon, or rather, he was hoping that Jacob could do it since he was a detective, after all. 

But now that Jacob is out of reach, Sunwoo had no choice but to take up the job to prevent anyone, especially his comrades, from getting hurt or potentially losing their lives in that targetted location without getting a green flag from someone higher up first. 

Another reason that he was a bit stressed out about the current situation was that it was time for him to talk to you about it; it was time for you both to make a move, and he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever, as much as he just wanted to tuck you away in this cabin of his and just stayed put and safe there while he and your brother resolved all of this messed up crime spree that was happening in the district. 

It was also because that was the exact factory that you worked at. That could only mean that the chances that you may or may not be the next target were higher than they had expected. 

After those train of thoughts, he finally arrived back at the cabin, and he tried his best to maintain his composure before turning the doorknob to open up the doors and calling out loud for you. 

That was only until you didn’t respond that he began to panic. 

“Y/N? Y/N, are you there?”

Sunwoo tried his best to maintain his calm while going from room to room, calling out for you. When he had finally searched the entire cabin and that you were nowhere to be found, that was when he felt a sink in his stomach, and he was about to go insane any moment now. 

He was now screaming at the top of his lungs for you while running around frantically, even as he stepped out of the cabin and walked down the steps to circle the woods nearby. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Please respond to me! Where are you?!”

His heartbeat was pounding much louder and faster with each second, and he was close to shitting his pants at the moment. An instant regret filled his guts, and he wished he could’ve turned by time so that it would’ve knocked some sense into him that he shouldn’t have left you alone in the cabin, especially when both of your lives were at stake. 

He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake as he had done before. There was no way he would let history repeat itself, not under his watch.

Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

Suddenly, he heard a faint grunt from a distance, a little bit towards his left. An unexpected fog clouded the air, making it hard for him to see whoever was slowly coming in his direction. 

With his instinct, Sunwoo quickly pulled out his handgun that he tucked away beneath his leather jacket, quickly loaded the gun and aimed it towards the shadow approaching him. 

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the shadow emerged from the fog, and that was when he finally made out that it was the person he had been longing to find. 

“Sunwoo! You’re back!” You smiled while carrying a box filled with freshly picked fruits in your arms. 

Sunwoo then slowly lowered down the gun and stared at you blankly. To ease the tension and awkwardness, you decided to speak up whatever was on your mind for now.

“O-Oh! Sorry, I know I should’ve stayed put, but like I said, I know how to keep myself occupied. I decided to go for a little walk around, and that’s when I saw this little peach tree growing near the little creak you brought me to the other day. I just so remembered this one peach dessert I used to make when I was a kid, and I thought we could use some desserts—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you drop the box of fruits towards the ground. You were stunned by his sudden actions as he said nothing, and you could hear him sobbing for once as he buried his neck into the crook of your neck. 

Sunwoo knew that things were starting to get into his head, and he needed to tell you the truth now, especially with the events that have happened within the past 24 hours, and how he needed to tell you about his recent findings. 

And also about the nightmare he had last night.

There was no point in hiding anymore. Eventually, you would have to know anyways.

Y/N’s POV

“You look like a stray raccoon, Mr Kim,” you teased half-jokingly, but the other half was also concerned about his appearance. It was how he sat across from you, slumped onto his couch, and looked defeated. It was obvious that something had been bothering him, especially when you knew he had a nightmare last night, but you weren’t going to say anything unless he would tell you all about it himself. 

But given the current situation, the way he looked for you so frantically, and hell, even aimed a gun at you (not on purpose, of course), something has gone wrong, and you needed to know. 

You gently stood up and walked over to sit cross-legged on the ground, gently placing one of your hands onto his that was resting on his thigh, slowly caressing them to help ease the frown on his face. 

“Sunwoo, talk to me about it. I promise your secrets are safe with me,” you gently reassured him, hoping he would finally speak out about whatever had been hindering his mind since the day before. 

With that, he slowly opened his eyes to look down at you; he could tell that you were desperate to get answers, and this time, you wouldn’t take a single loophole in your books. Slowly, he sat back up and leaned forward as he stared at you, giving you his full attention.

“There have been some major updates in the missing person cases, Y/N.” 

“Okay, so we’ll go from there—”

“But before that, I think you need to know about my past, especially why I said your brother has given me another chance in life and why I took on this offer in the first place.” 

You gulped upon hearing that. It was finally time for you to know precisely what the pact they made behind your back was, and you could finally learn more about Sunwoo and your brother's secret life. 

“Remember when you walked into my cabin on the first day? You went straight ahead to the fireplace and had a little good look at the picture frame situated above it?”

“Y-Yeah? Was that your childhood friend or something?” 

“That was…” He paused for a moment before finishing up his sentence. “My little sister.” 

Now, that was something new to you. Nobody has ever heard that the biker gang leader would have a younger sibling or sibling. Most people have assumed that he had only been an only child and was probably abandoned from a young age due to his upbringing and reputation in the district. 

But Sunwoo was here to tell you the truth and to turn those assumptions down. “Regardless of how the public sees who I am, I had a pretty happy childhood. We were a family of four; our days were filled with happiness as we resided in a small village out of town. It wasn’t until my father received a promotion at his job that he decided to bring all of us up to Seoul, hoping for a better life.” 

Sunwoo cleared his throat before he continued with his story. “It was a miracle when my father came home one day telling us he was offered a job at the local police station; neither of us could’ve believed it then. It started off simple: he was just an ordinary security guard at the huge facility until he showed his superiors that he was far more capable than that, and he eventually rose to the ranks of becoming an actual detective.” 

“In other words, your father was my brother’s senior then,” you added, making Sunwoo return to you with a smile.

“Precisely. Years passed, and my sister followed his footsteps, eventually joining the academy and becoming a rookie detective under my father’s supervision. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to stay back and help my mother at her local pastry shop down the road from the station since she needed some assistance anyway. At the same time, I started building this wooden cabin, with the thought of creating a little place where we family could escape to during our free time.” 

You scooched closer, and your hands around his tightened slightly, trying to find the right words to ask the main question. “W-What happened then?” 

His eyes immediately fell to the floor, and his tone suddenly went down an octave, indicating that whatever he would say next would be pretty heavy to register. “My father was sent abroad on a mission, but he unfortunately lost his life in the line. Upon hearing that, my mother died with a broken heart.” 

“Sunwoo, my deepest condolences…” you mumbled. 

“You want to know what’s even crazier, Y/N? That wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever had to go through. It was my sister.” 

You could see that his eyes began to water, and he was trying his best to hold back any outburst of emotions that he might have. Naturally, his hands found yours and held them tight, and you return the favour by placing another hand of yours on top of his. 

“There’s only a sole purpose for me in joining the biker gang: to keep my family safe.”

“In what way, Sunwoo?” You questioned, not really linking on how a biker member could help the detectives when both occupations are the total opposite. 

“I’m pretty sure you know by now about how dark and corrupted the crimes in Seoul are behind the scenes, and there are certain places that are off-limits no matter how far up the ranks you are.” 

“So that’s when you come in then.” 

“Exactly. Even if it’s the smallest thing I can do for them, I would take it.”

“Huh. Very contradicting to your biker image that the public is aware of.” 

“Hey, I need to look good for everyone okay. You never know. I’m pretty sure I have a fanbase somewhere in town admiring my good looks,” he smugged while lifting his head up high. You were glad he could still joke around and was still the Sunwoo you had known despite all the recent hardships. 

“God, I hope your fanbase will have enough to fund themselves. Supporting someone when they do not get anything in return is sad.” 

Sunwoo was annoyed at your teasing and immediately pinched your cheeks and pulled them slightly. “You take that back, I will have you know that I am one of the most good-looking people the district has ever seen in years.” 

“I will have you know that you are wrong because my brother Jacob is a hundred times better than you!” You spat back while holding the hand, almost breaking your cheeks apart. 

The pinching then slowly died down as Sunwoo slowly regained his composure. “Speaking about Jacob, that’s where the next story comes in.”  

As Sunwoo slowly pulled his hand away, you cupped that side of your cheek with your hands, mentally cursing the guy and saying that you would surely get back to him once this whole storytelling session was over. 

“I’m sure you are aware of the infamous case that one of the detectives from the station was the mastermind behind a series of kidnapping cases that happened in our district five years ago?” 

Oh, that. 

It was one of the cases that truly shook the nation down to its core; who would’ve thought that one of the detectives, especially from the elite squad, would have been monitoring and kidnapping young children around the area? What was more unpleasant about the case was that he had a few subordinates to help fulfill his fantasies, and they so happened to be a handful of the detectives themselves as well; some even used to be close buddies with your brother. 

It truly was a traumatising event that happened in your district’s history, and nobody wished such a case would ever happen again. 

“Y-Yeah…it was something my brother wished he could erase from his memory for good. It has impacted him in the worst way possible. Frankly, I wouldn’t want to see him go through such times ever again,” you commented. 

“Well, Y/N. I feel the same way, too. Just like how badly it has played a part in your brother’s life, it also did for me.” 

“How exactly did you even drag yourself into the situation?” 

He sighed. “Not by my own will, Y/N. It was because of my sister,” he squeezed your hands, and he chose his words carefully next, perhaps needing a bit of your strength to finally touch on the topic he has been avoiding for the longest time. 

“My sister was part of the cold case squad at the time, and it just so happened that she was the only female detective in the team. She would work tirelessly day and night, trying her best to dig through each possible available data, even the ones that were off-limits to most detectives. Little did she know that the mastermind himself was closely monitoring every movement that she had made, and she became a victim herself.” 

“Sunwoo…” you slowly caressed his hand, wanting to take him into your embrace right now. 

“Fast forward to the day when she finally emerged from the shadows, Jacob and I found ourselves in a standoff against the mastermind, holding my sister hostage on the rooftops of the police station. And god, Y/N. No words could describe how I felt the moment I laid my eyes upon my sister then, of how dishevelled and disoriented she had become.” 

A single tear drop fell from the corners of his eyes unto your hands, and your heart broke at that sight. Sunwoo had always portrayed how tough he was as if nothing in this world could ruin him to the point of breaking down, at least not in front of someone. He must’ve carried on this trauma for a long time, one that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. 

“Your brother did not have the guts to shoot at his supervisor, so I did the favour for him instead. The bullet penetrated through his skull, and it was an instant death for him. My sister then lay on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, pushing and kicking everyone that came close to her. Not even I could do anything to help save her then,” he sobbed and choked on his own words. 

“So, my brother came to your rescue then?” You quietly asked. 

He sniffled. “He did. Killing a police officer is a huge crime, and naturally, I was placed behind bars. But your brother fought relentlessly, and I was pardoned and eventually released from prison.” 

“That’s my brother for you.” You smiled, thankful he was still the same brother you had grown to love and admire despite the recent events between you two. 

“But it came with a price, Y/N.” 

“And what was it?” 

“In return for getting me out of prison, Jacob would take my sister’s wellbeing into his own hands. So he placed her under a facility that would care and possibly help her recover, but I was not to know about the location and to ever meet with her ever again.” 

Your heart sank upon hearing that. It would kill you to know that you have to be separated from your sibling for good, and you don’t think you could ever live the same way as you’ve done before knowing that. 

Immediately, you jumped into Sunwoo’s arms, giving him a tight embrace while tears streamed down your face. 

“I’m so sorry, Sunwoo. I’m so sorry that we detectives have failed you. We should’ve been the ones protecting the civilians, not breaking them apart physically and mentally.” You sunk your cheek into his neck; you wished there was something that you could’ve done to ease his pain or even bring his only happiness back to him. 

Sunwoo said nothing but return the embrace to you. He did the same by resting his chin upon your shoulders, slowly moving to the point you felt his lips slightly brushed against your neck as he took in all of your scent. 

Neither of you said anything for at least a good ten minutes, and you both were fine staying that way. You knew that it had taken a massive leap of faith for Sunwoo to address his biggest and darkest nightmare finally, and you were grateful that he had decided to trust you enough to talk to you about all of this. 

Eventually, you found yourselves both snuggled on the couch, just admiring the fireplace while cuddling one another. Sunwoo lay gently on your chest while you constantly ran your fingers through his soft black hair, making him slowly drift off into dreamland. It was obvious that Sunwoo hadn’t had the best of sleep lately because he easily slept within your arms for a couple of hours, not to be awakened so easily. 

And that was fine by you. You have begun to feel that you both were more than just acquaintances. However, you weren’t sure if Sunwoo returned the same feelings for you, but your subconsciousness tells you that whatever happened back at the creek, he must’ve felt something, too. It doesn’t matter if it was the same way as you did; you were more than glad that you had found a place within him.

As you slowly admired his sleeping face, you were now more than determined to put an end to this nightmare the district had been struggling with for months. 

This time, let me return the favour, Sunwoo. 

The strong wind was constantly hitting your face as you grabbed Sunwoo tightly while he sped on his bike. It had been a few days since, and you finally had Sunwoo to fill you in with the latest news he had when he finally regained himself. 

To say that you were beyond shock was an understatement when you found out that the mastermind was targeting the young ladies at the factory you worked at, and that was how Kisa disappeared and became a pawn in their twisted games. 

But that also meant one thing: you’re the next target, and they have had their eyes on you for a while now. 

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you decided that you wouldn’t tell them to do as they please anymore. As long as you both stick together, you know that you will crack the case open and put a stop to this spree of kidnappings. 

It’s all for the victims and Jacob.

Even for you, Kim Sunwoo. 

As you finally made your way towards the factory, you quickly armed yourselves before stepping into the facility, all while Sunwoo held you close next to him.

It was eerily quiet, and no sign of a human being was in sight. It was unusual how abnormal the whole situation felt; it was as if the entire building had been abandoned. 

Or was it?

In the distance, you quietly alerted Sunwoo of how a faint light had caught your attention, and you could tell it had led to the systems room. Someone was in there, and you have a good guess that they might have been using the building to communicate for a while now. 

Giving each other a nod, you both slowly crept towards the room; that was when you felt a metal object pressed onto your skull. You finally came to a halt while Sunwoo slowly disappeared down the hallway, not noticing that you had left his side.

“Now that’s a good little kitten, don’t you think? You have saved me the trouble of looking for you, Y/N Bae.” 

God, he knew your name. 

You chuckled. “What do you want from us? What do you possibly gain from kidnapping these young ladies?” 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t you know that money is everything in this day and age? Given how we have lived in poverty for so long, it wouldn’t hurt to earn that extra cash and big bucks, no matter how dangerous the situation can be, don’t you think?” 

“You have no sense of morals, then. Treating these young ladies as objects and pawns to your games,” you fired back. 

The man then slowly pushed the metal object that was situated on your skull further deeper as he slowly loaded it, to which you knew that you were now held at gunpoint. 

“Now sweetheart, let me tell you a little something about us. We are predators, and we hunt for prey like you.” 

Now, this seems awfully familiar. 

“I’m afraid that once predators have gotten our eyes on a target, we will not let them go that easily. We are slowly going to devour you up, leaving no traces behind. If you think you could stop us, then I’m afraid you’re wrong, princess. We’re experts in our field of work; we are not to be found that easily even if you were the best of the best detectives in town because that is our nature.” 

That phrase, it’s similar to Sunwoo’s—

“Never in a million years would I have known that you’ve stooped so low, Seunghak.” 

That voice! 

Immediately, the both of you noticed how a badly beaten up individual was thrown in front of you, and your eyes widened upon what you have seen. Slowly, an individual emerged from the shadows, and it was Sunwoo, walking towards you both while aiming the gun at the person behind you.

“Why, hello, dear boss. Or should I say, former boss,” he taunted, smacking his lips as if things had just gotten far more interesting now. 

“Damn, Seunghak. I didn’t know you were the type to switch lanes that quickly. It seems like the biker life wasn’t good enough for you, then,” Sunwoo smiled dauntingly, and you gulped upon that sight. He was back to being the biker gang leader that the entire district was afraid of; you could even tell how the man behind you flinched a little as he began to shiver slightly with the gun still placed on your skull. 

“Can you blame me, though? When you get a plate full of gold in front of you, I’ll do whatever it takes if that means I will have more than enough to spend the rest of my life at ease,” he fired back while beginning to laugh menacingly.

“Besides, what do we do with these ladies in captivity? Oh god, I have been having the best of my life rather than being stuck in the biker's den.”

Instantly, Sunwoo's face darkened upon hearing what Seunghak said, and you could feel as if he was shooting daggers through his eyes at his former comrade.

“You are absolutely sick in the head.” 

“And what if I am? I am living the best life possible, and there’s nothing you can do to convince me to return!” He screamed before pushing the gun to the point that you felt that the metal was going to pierce through your skull any moment now. 

Slowly, Sunwoo started taking a few steps closer while he elicited a low chuckle. “You think you have a place left in my biker gang? You are much better off dead rather than coming back, Seunghak.” 

Immediately, a loud clatter was heard coming from both sides, accompanied by a volume of grunts, before the male began panicking. 

“W-What’s going on?” 

Finally, Sunwoo stopped right merely inched away from you both, and he aimed the gun towards his former comrade’s face. 

“If you think I’ve come unprepared, then that means you are a hundred years too early even to accept the dirty ass pot of gold that was placed so easily in front of your plate.”

Instantly, Sunwoo pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the man’s abdomen, causing him to let out an ear-splitting scream as he tumbled and fell onto the ground, pressing onto his wound to ease the bleeding. 

Unfortunately, Sunwoo wasn’t going to let him off so quickly, as he fired another bullet into his arms, causing the male to lay down helplessly. At the same time, Sunwoo hovered above him, resting his gun upon Seunghak’s cheeks. 

“You’re going to be a dear and tell me who exactly employed you and your boys before I shoot another bullet into your skull, which would kill you off instantly, young man.”

It seemed that the male wouldn’t give up easily as he spat back onto Sunwoo’s face. 

“As if I would tell you easily who is the mastermind behind all of this…no matter what happens to us…not of us are going to tell a single soul about it…our lips are sealed shut—”

A loud bang was heard throughout the entire facility, and you slowly opened your eyes to see that the male was long gone now, having a bullet penetrated his skull. 

Sunwoo slowly got up from the male, dusting his knees while he was at it. 

“You scumbags have no reason to live in this world then.” 

As he turned to face you again, you couldn’t help but slowly take a few steps back, as if you weren’t sure if you would want to deal with the current state Sunwoo was in. Sure, you trusted him, but it was truly the first time you had seen him like this.

Far worse than how he confronted you back at his base. 

This was the true so-called “devil” that people were terrified of, and this was what Sunwoo was truly capable of. 

Sunwoo didn’t say a word as he walked towards you before muttering a few words. 

“Let’s get going and continue to search the place for clues.” 

“O-Okay…” you replied. 

As you both made your way down past the hallways, Sunwoo occasionally stopped giving his subordinates further orders or even asking about the current situation throughout the facility. He had given them instructions way beforehand, and the whole place was now under the bikers' control. 

Since you knew it probably wouldn’t be a good time to disturb nor provoke Sunwoo in his current state, you figured it would’ve been a good time to check out the control room situated just a little bit towards your right. 

You slowly turned your head to see that Sunwoo was engaged in the conversation before you slowly crept away and headed straight towards the room while leaving the door open so that that was an indirect way of letting him know that you were here and doing fine on your own. 

You quickly took in the sight upon you as you took in the dozens of computer screens that hovered above you and how multiple files and USB drives were plugged into the systems, meaning that whoever was here before had been lurking in this place for a while. 

Since your brother was an expert hacker, you naturally followed his footsteps as you got him to teach you all about computers when you were young. In other words, you could consider yourself a little computer geek, and you knew your way around the codes and the systems. 

As you sat down on the chair and began typing away, you could easily hack into the system to find out the dozens of confidential information stored there. Sure enough, you were able to dig through the files and find valuable information about the kidnappings—who the victims were, their way of communication to pass around information, and who was the sole mastermind that commanded Seunghak and his team. 

However, it seemed that it wouldn’t be as easy to determine who exactly was the accurate mastermind as they used an untraceable ID and alias; or rather, they actually communicated through ciphertexts. 

You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking an interest in this particular method of communication back then when your brother taught you briefly. You have always brushed it off, saying you were not made to understand this specific method and always preferred a more accessible way out. 

You were then back to square one again. To find out who was behind that so-called alias and ID, you needed to crack the algorithm and ciphertext to move on. 

Just as all hope is lost, a new message suddenly appears on the screen, and you squint your eyes as you try to read what exactly it holds. When you finally understood what was written, your eyes widened, leaving you stunned for a minute. 

This…this is—

“Y/N!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!”

Before you were able to make sense of the whole situation, Sunwoo immediately jumped in front of you before you eventually heard a gunshot resonate in the air and eventually a siren followed as you tried your best to catch hold of Sunwoo in your arms, followed by a swarm of bikers filling the control room.

Sunwoo had no idea how long he had been passed out since then, and he was slowly trying his best to open up his eyelids tightly glued shut together as the light shone through his vision. 

When he finally did, he realised that he was back in this cabin and was lying down on the couch he tried his best to sit up before he felt an excruciating pain that sent shockwaves throughout his whole body.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” 

Sunwoo jerked his head to the side to see that you had returned with a first aid box and a bowl of water with a cloth draped before you slowly sat on the couch with him. You took the fabric into your hands before dipping it into the bowl of water, squeezing off the excess liquid before you started wiping off any dirt or blood that was left on his bare chest. 

Neither of you said a word, or rather, none of you knew the right words to say at the moment. Sunwoo noticed how red and puffy your eyes were, and he knew immediately that you must’ve been crying for god knows how long. 

He definitely felt partly guilty for that, but another part of him didn’t know why he did just that, jumping in front of you to save you from the henchmen instead of taking him out with his gun from behind. 

His thoughts were a mess; he no longer knew what he felt. As he quietly observed the way you took care of him, his heart began to ache, and he couldn’t help but gently place one of his hands on your cheeks, rubbing the little area where he saw that there was a slit mark; you probably have gotten injured yourself while he was out. 

That gesture stopped you as you lifted your head to look at him straight in the eyes. Unlike back at the factory, his eyes were filled with mystery again, not the dark, scary one he portrayed as the biker’s gang leader. It felt as if the scene back during the creak was repeating itself. 

“S-Sunwoo…I…” you stammered before you eventually felt his soft lips against yours. 

The kiss was gentle and bittersweet, and Sunwoo did not hesitate to slowly move his lips against yours, showering you with plenty of kisses and savouring the taste of your lips. Your body immediately shut down from that, and you finally eased yourself to return the favour, moving yours against his as you both kissed each other breathlessly. 

His kiss sent shockwaves to your entire body, making you want this moment to last for as long as possible. He gently lifted your face slightly with the hand resting on your cheek, intending to kiss you deeper. That was when you decided to close your eyes and let him take full control of the situation. 

As you both finally broke apart to take a few deep breaths, Sunwoo rested his forehead against yours, just like he did before at the creak. 

It was time, you figured, to finally ask him what you both truly are. 

“Sunwoo…what…what made you finally do it?” You panted. 

He paused briefly before giving you an answer you did not expect. “Do I have you say more than that? I’m pretty sure it’s what you have in mind, Y/N.” 

You were now trying your best to hold back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “W-What made you finally feel that way, Sunwoo?”

“I…I don’t even know myself, Y/N. In the beginning, I’ve only seen you as a little sibling that I would protect at all costs because I do not want to repeat the same mistake as I have done to my biological sister. But as we spent more time together, there was just something that I felt within me that made me realise that maybe you’re more than just a sibling to me now.” 

Sunwoo gently lifted your head once more before giving you a little peck on the lips again. “One thing is for sure now: I would protect you at all costs, even if it means I must sacrifice myself. I’m not doing this as a favour to your brother anymore; I’m doing this because you mean a lot to me.” 

With those words, you couldn’t help but smile for the first time in a while before responding to the man himself. “Well, you’re going to have to do a lot of explaining to my brother, then.” 

“Yeah. Frankly, I hate the thought of having to go through that phase. But if it’s you, I’d do anything to get that approval from Mr Bae himself.” He winked. 

“Ew. Gross.” 

“Admit it, you like the thought of us being together and a thing in the near future.” 

“You better hold your horses before I shove this fabric down your throat.” 

“Wow, aren’t you a scary one?” 

You both broke into laughter with that conversation. It has been a while since you both have bickered like that, and you missed this mischievous side of him.

“Well, mister. We’ll have to wait a couple of days for you to be completed healed before we hit the road again.” You announced as you finally stood up from the couch.

“Give me a day to rest up, and then we’ll leave.” 

“Kim Sunwoo, there’s no way you’re healing up within a day with that bullet wound in your abdomen.” 

“If I say one day, it means one day,” he deadpanned. 

“You can’t be serious,” you argued back. 

“One day.”

“No.”

“Yes.” 

You sighed. “We will determine that after 24 hours, then.” 

Sunwoo smiled as he laid back down on the couch. “Well, now that’s settled, we could go through the strategy planning tomorrow. For now, I think it’s time for us to get into bed together—”

“You’re not touching me in my sleep.”

“Oh come on, we kissed, so what’s the matter?” He pouted. 

“We’re not at that stage yet.” 

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” He begged.

“Absolutely not.”

Miraculously, it took only a day for Sunwoo to be entirely healed as he drove down the streets, heading back to the capital. You swore that this man was built differently from all of you, and he was a monster at that, able to heal so quickly with a wound that would typically take at least a week or two. 

He was definitely feeling a lot better after a good night's rest, and you guided him into the fireplace before telling him the details you had found back in the systems room. Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he heard about your findings, and never would he have thought that you both would be able to receive that critical information to finally pinpoint who was the exact mastermind behind all of this. 

After hearing your thoughts and suggestions, the both of you quickly took off to one of his nearest hideouts, where he would often meet up with his closer subordinates to inform them about the current plan. After a whole night of planning, all of you were now on the road heading back into the city.

When you finally catch a glimpse of the police station from afar, bittersweet feelings immediately form within you as you know that there would be the last destination to be able to crack the cold case open. You hope that Jacob is somewhere hidden within the facility since you last saw him. 

As all the bikes began pulling up nearby, Sunwoo gave the lads further instructions on infiltrating the building without being detected by the guards. Their mission was to find out where exactly the victims were kept away and to avoid conflict with any detectives that came their way. 

Based on the information you found at the factory, you insisted that it would be best to confront the mastermind since you have gotten a pretty good hunch on who they are and where they might be residing too. But Sunwoo insisted that he was going to stay close to you as much as he could, and he was not going to risk your life once more. 

It took a bit of convincing back and forth, but you finally managed to persuade him to stay nearby but undetected, fearing that the mastermind might flee if they had a sense that you did not come alone to meet them.

So here you were, pressing the exact button that would eventually lead you to the top floor of the building, staring straight into the screen above the lift that indicated that you were slowly going up each second. Your hands began shaking against your own will, fearing that you were finally going to meet your worst nightmare, one that has kept you awake and separated from your own family and friends for weeks. 

As you shut your eyes to take a deep breath, you were instantly cut off from your train of thoughts when you felt someone grab onto your hands and intertwine their fingers with yours. When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, you could see that Sunwoo was just as nervous as you were, linking his hands with yours. 

It must’ve been hard for Sunwoo as well; he was also dealing with his struggles when he was with you. But he has never failed to let it get to them to the point that it made him lose all hope and sanity. Perhaps it must have been fate that you were there with him, and you were able to give him a bit of strength and company to deal with all of this. 

Your grip tightened against his, and you looked into his eyes. “Sunwoo…”

“It’ll be over soon, Y/N. I’m sure of it. No civilians should ever experience this nightmare ever again. We’re going to break the chain of history and not let it repeat itself once again,” Sunwoo said confidently, and he was determined that it was time to make a change in Seoul’s dark history of crimes and corruption. 

As the doors to the lift opened, you slowly stepped out of the lift and let go of Sunwoo’s grip and looked at him once more before walking to where you were supposed to be headed. For the last time, you both communicated by looking into each other’s eyes; Sunwoo promised you that he would be nearby and that you didn’t have to worry as he would keep you safe. 

With a nod from you, the doors to the lift eventually began to close, and you constantly kept your eyes glued on Sunwoo before the doors were glued shut. 

Turning your heel towards the opposite direction, you slowly walked along the corridors, passing by multiple rooms before reaching the one at the furthest end. You read the door sign carefully before confirming that you were at the right place. 

Slowly, you lifted up your hands to gently knock on the door before it slowly opened on its own. With a gulp, you stepped in and peered your head through the room. It was dark, and the only light shining into the room was the moonlight from the windows. 

When you were fully physically in the room, the doors behind you suddenly slammed shut again, sending a sense of nervousness throughout your entire body. You had to remind yourself constantly that as long as you can get through this last spurt, everything will finally be revealed, and it will be a chapter closed. 

You could sense that you weren’t alone in this room and that someone was lurking in the shadows. Taking this as your chance to confront them, you finally gathered the courage to speak up to whoever was in here with you. 

“It seems that your time of reign has abruptly ended. It wasn’t easy trying to track you down for months; given your position, it must’ve been really easy to get hold of the young ladies into your care. You surely are a brave individual who was willing to take the risk,” you announced aloud but were again met with silence. 

But you didn’t come here to give up quickly, so you decided to press on. “Say, haven’t you stooped down so low, using your detective position to claim these young women for your benefit? Wasn’t your wife good enough for you? Why resort to kidnapping and eventually trafficking these young ladies for your good?”

Come on, Y/N. Just a little bit more. 

“You even went to seek help from the biker gang. Are you that desperate? Especially when you have sworn that you hate them to the core and would never associate with the likes of them.” 

“Don’t you think so, Uncle Bae?” 

With that last sentence, the room felt much more silent than it already was before you eventually heard footsteps coming before you, finally revealing to the man that you have been trying your best to get him out of the shadows. 

“I’m beyond impressed, Y/N. You are just as smart as your brother; you could easily pull off as a detective for the station.” 

It has been a while since you have seen your uncle. He was the deputy chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department and was often away to deal with heavy and pressing matters requiring him to stay stuck in this office all day or even fly out of the country to do so.

He also took your brother in and gave him a chance as a detective after seeing his extraordinary talent with computers and hacking. After your parents passed, he was the one who has been raising you both just as his children, and he was finally able to let loose a bit once you both entered adulthood. 

He often visits during celebrations as much as he can despite his busy schedule, and you both have always admired him for what he has done to serve the country. He was considered the nation’s hero, after all.

But it seems that not all good things last for long, especially when you receive that concrete evidence and message back in the systems room from your very own brother, revealing who the mastermind is. Why exactly did he choose to do all of this? Your very own uncle, the nation’s hero, to be behind all of the kidnappings that have happened for the past several months. It would be impossible to convince the public that this was the reality that everyone has been living in; that is why it is up to you now to publicly reveal and gain concrete evidence to stop his spree of crimes.

“My dear little Y/N, how exactly did you even crack the code? I was certain that you couldn’t decrypt ciphertexts.” 

So, that was why he used it as a primary method of communicating with the bikers. 

“Well, I’m afraid you have made a fatal mistake. I may not be able to read ciphertexts, but I sure can read morse code.” 

“What?” 

You chuckled. “You may have kept my brother hidden away somewhere, but so long as he is within the facility and was one of the top hackers in the station, he would certainly find a way to hack through the systems throughout the district and even out of town, keeping in a close contact with us.” 

“Just as expected from my nephew, I shouldn’t have underestimated what you both were capable of,” he laughed. 

Unbeknownst to you, you eventually balled your fists up, and you were on the verge of wanting to throw a punch straight into his face despite being family by blood. However, you tried your best to hold yourself back, you have to get concrete evidence first and foremost. 

“Why, Uncle Bae? Why would a successful detective like you do such a thing? Why live a double life?” You asked and pleaded a little to see if he had any sense of remorse left in him. 

But your efforts were wasted. 

“Oh, Y/N. You have no idea how cruel our world can truly be. It doesn’t matter how high your status can be; the city of Seoul will forever remain dark and corrupt behind the scenes, whether you like it or not. In this world that we will live in, it’s like a tug-of-war, Y/N. If you don’t take a step further, then the younger and weaklings will eventually catch up, and we don’t want that to happen, do we?” 

Your uncle then stepped closer to you and began slowly circling around you. 

“There are only two groups of people in the world; either you choose to be strong or stay behind with the weak. It’s a cruel world that we live in, Y/N. When the opportunity comes, take it even if there’s the slightest opening to becoming the strong elite. Take it and do not spare a glance back, even if it means you must ditch your old life behind. You might even need to sacrifice some things or people to realise those goals.” 

“B-But that doesn’t imply why you would turn to crime to achieve those goals, Uncle Bae,” you commented. 

He sighed. “I’m afraid you are still too young to realise it then. Those girls should be lucky that they are still alive. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” 

Your blood was now boiling, and you were on the verge of genuinely slapping or hitting some sense into your uncle, even though you knew that it would probably be effortless. You just needed to hurt him, make him suffer for all that he has done to all of those young women, even to your friend, Kisa. 

Before you finally shut your eyes, you had to ask him one last question before you were going to reach behind your back pocket for the knife that you had stored away.

“Let me then ask you this, Uncle Bae. What happened five years ago when a detective was responsible for kidnapping young children across the district. Was that your doing as well?” 

In your gut, you already knew what the actual answer would be. But at least you still needed to hear it directly from his mouth. 

“Ah, Minhwan? It was truly a tragedy that he lost his life easily then. He was just a step closer to kidnapping his tenth victim.” 

God, you felt sick to the stomach. He truly was a heartless individual; all of the years of putting up a favourable face in front of his family eventually broke down, revealing who he truly is in front of you now. 

You couldn’t care less if he was your uncle anymore; all you knew was that he was going to hell, and you so desperately wanted to end his life here and then—

“So it was you who made my sister suffer the way she did.” 

That voice! Sunwoo!

You quickly jerked your head behind to see that Sunwoo was now aiming his gun directly at your uncle, but before you could even process further, you were immediately pulled into your uncle’s embrace. He immediately took out his gun from his holster and rested it on your temple. 

“My, if it isn’t the biker gang leader himself! You surely have grown since the last time I’ve seen you.” 

“Never in a million years would I have thought that the chief detective would have been monitoring and guiding the underworld for several years. It would surely be a huge hit in the newspapers and eventually across the globe,” Sunwoo taunted. 

“That would be nice, but I’m afraid you both won’t live through the next sunrise to see it happen because I will be eliminating you both right here and now, starting with Y/N,” he pushed the gun further to the point that it began to hurt. You could tell that one wrong move from either of you would result in a bullet within the two of you. 

You both have to think quickly and strategically before executing the next move. 

“What makes you think you can outsmart me, young man? You’re from the biker gang, for goodness sake!” Your uncle began raising his voice and was now engaged in the conversation with Sunwoo. 

That was when you looked into Sunwoo’s eyes, and you could tell he was trying to tell you something. 

It was as if he meant…

Trust me, Y/N. 

“It is because I’m the biker gang’s leader, Mr Chief. Hence, I can and will outsmart you here right now.” 

With that one last word, Sunwoo loaded his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming straight at your legs. The bullet barely grazed through your skin, and you immediately fell onto your knees, which made your uncle stunned. 

“Hey! Hey! Y/N! Get up! Get up now!”

In the midst of his panic, Sunwoo quickly stepped in and took his hand onto his back before propelling his body forward, slamming him onto the ground. He quickly used his knee to keep him in place. He used his hands to push the chief’s head to the ground while the other held both hands towards his back. 

“Y-You think you’re going to get away with this? You’re a hundred years too fast…” the chief grunted. 

“Actually, I think you might as well start digging your grave now, dear uncle.” 

Immediately, all of you looked towards the front door entrance where the voice was coming from, and your eyes widened upon who you had just seen. 

“Jacob!!!” You screamed out loud; tears might even start falling from the corners of your eyes. 

“Hello, uncle. Missed me?” 

“H-How did you get out from there? There’s absolutely no way—”

“Well, I have my ways. And unfortunately for you, I hacked into the station system, so your computer right there on your desk was recording everything that you said towards both my sibling and the biker gang’s leader; I may have also shared the recording with the local radio stations, so everyone heard it live and in real timing too,” Jacob announced as he was twirling the USB drive in his hands. 

“Why you little scumbag!!” He screamed before Sunwoo gathered his strength to push him down again. 

“I think the scumbag here is you, dear uncle. I’m sure the FBI would be delighted to interrogate the heck out of you and give you the rightful punishment you need.”

“What? The FBI?” He questioned. 

“You actually think I came here unprepared? The FBI has officially raided the entire building, taking the hostages to safety and caught your little gremlins, escorting them to prison at this very moment as we speak.” 

Jacob took a few steps closer before eventually bending down to face his uncle.

“I’m sorry, but your reign of terror ends here and now.”

It had been a year since that fateful incident. Getting things back to normal surely took a lot of time and effort. 

Thanks to Jacob and the FBI, they have taken your uncle away and placed him behind bars, even at a high security one at that. Throughout the gruelling interrogation that they have had, it seems that your uncle was part of more twisted crimes than what the public was aware of, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment at that, with no chance of parole. 

As for the victims, they were all returned safely to their own families after recovering at the hospital for a while. Thanks to the staff's generosity, the victims were given more than enough care and treatment for them to eventually return to their usual selves.

The Seoul Metropolitan Police Department needed some time to regain the public's trust. To tackle that issue, the officials elected your brother Jacob to take over the chief position and oversee the whole process of rebuilding the entire police department. It definitely wasn’t an easy task and was undoubtedly a huge burden for Jacob, but he did not complain and rather took on the role easily. 

The factory that you used to work in was abolished as the police themselves continued to dig through more uncovered dark secrets that lay below the factory grounds. For the safety and well-being of the public, all authorities have agreed that it would be best to tear the place down, leaving behind a chapter. 

But that did not mean that all workers there met a bad fate. Through the help from the public and the authorities, everyone was given a chance to work at a much better and safer workplace. 

As weeks passed, you scored through all your exams and eventually graduated from university. You were now on the road to becoming a full-fledged journalist, currently undergoing probation under the famous company The Seoul Daily Magazine. You have been enjoying your time here, meeting amazing colleagues and having a healthier work-life balance. 

As for Sunwoo, he decided to return to his biker gang, further leading the upcoming lads to take over the higher positions within their hierarchy. However, it was thanks to the latest kidnapping cases that the public realised that the bikers themselves weren’t rebellious nor posed a threat to society. They have begun to put their trust in the bikers themselves, and they would often be seen hanging out together in town daily. 

Jacob has granted a special position for Sunwoo in the police department, encouraging the male to join forces as their previous one worked out splendidly. According to your brother, Sunwoo just smiled and turned down the offer, saying that the bikers are one big family and would stick by them until the end. 

You smiled as you remembered all of those moments of how Sunwoo had always shared about his lads from the gang, and naturally, you decided to visit them often whenever you got to hop onto Sunwoo’s bike; you both were finally a couple now anyway. 

It wasn’t until the digital clock that was situated right on your table started to go off that you realised that it was finally time for you to get off work. You quickly jumped up from your chair, giving yourself a little stretch before packing your things away hurriedly. 

“Oh, someone’s leaving early today, huh?” One of your co-workers peeked through your cubicle and teased. 

“Someone’s got a dinner date tonight, a very romantic one at that, too,” another one chimed in. 

“It’s nothing, you guys, we’re just having a normal dinner,” you reassured, but clearly your co-workers didn’t believe you in the slightest bit. 

“I bet they’re going to finally do it tonight.”

“What?! How can you say that?! I bet they’re going to propose instead.” 

“Nothing is going to happen, okay? Now, I’m off. I’ll see you next Monday!” 

You quickly clocked out before running down the steps down to the lobby. You were too excited and couldn’t wait for the elevator to reach your floor. Once you finally saw your boyfriend leaning against one of the pillars outside your company, you quickly dashed towards the automatic doors before finally stopping right in front of him.

He was in his usual black leather jacket and cargo pants, but his hair was much longer now, so it covered his eyes if he decided not to part them. But you loved this new look on him, much better when his hair was shorter a year ago.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” 

“Hmph, don’t get too full of yourself. You barely did just the minimum,” you commented before linking your arms with his as you both walked towards the restaurant that Sunwoo had booked for the night. 

“Come on, I styled myself just for tonight. You might as well give me some compliments,” he whined. 

“I’ll consider it if you order something that I have been craving to eat for a while,” you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“How should I know what you’re craving for the day?” 

“You’re the boyfriend; you should’ve done your research.” 

“Mean.” 

“I spit the facts.” 

You both burst out into laughter after that; you truly enjoyed every moment with this guy, even if you were just bickering over the tiniest detail possible. It was when you both went silent for a while, admiring the Christmas lights and decorations that lit up the entire city. You both finally stopped at the huge Christmas tree in the middle of town, admiring its beauty for a while before heading to the restaurant just a little bit behind the decor. 

“Say, didn’t you mention that I would be your biggest mistake when I first picked you up back at the factory?” 

“Oh…that.” 

“Yeah, that. What am I to you now, princess?” He looked at you with pleading eyes; he was back at trying to get your compliments since he failed the last one.

You sighed before tilting your head towards his direction before planting a soft peck on his lips. 

“You were the best mistake that has ever happened to me.”

A/N: this was not supposed to be 20k+ i swear i have no idea what in God's name happened. 🤓

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— synopsis: Weird patients weren’t a rarity in the ER, but what happens if one of those patients suddenly appears in your apartment in the middle of the night?

— contains: mafia/gang au, fluff, kidnapping, profanities, injuries, hospital things, blood, weaponry

— wc: 10k

— note: this is my part of @ssaboala’s outlaw project, though, this didn’t meet my expectations and it didn’t turn out the way i wanted. so yeh, here it is. thank you anne for your patience and understanding of this delay! this might have some errors, i do apologize, i’ll proofread this once i have time on my hands 😭

“(Y/N)!” One of your colleagues calls from the other end of the long hallway. Multiple patients and nurses giving him dirty looks for being so loud. Looking up from your check-list of the day, you see the tall man approach with quick steps. He already changed from his light blue scrubs to his jeans and T-shirt. “I knew you’d be on time as always,” he exhaled, the exhaustion evident in his tone, “I hate working night shifts.” His silence worried you a bit until he pulled you into a tight hug, “My hero has come to unburden me!” The tall man dramatically wept into your shoulder, voice muffled by your clean scrubs.

You chuckled as you pat his back, pulling away. “I am glad you’re happy to see me, Yunho.” Just as Yunho started explaining his night shift, another nurse stuck her head out of the doorway leading into the ER and called your name.

“Enough, you two. I need Ms.Patients-Favorite now.” Yunho’s shoulders visibly sunk as you gave him an apologetic smile, walking towards the ER.

“Finally, you’re here, (Y/N)!” Eric exclaimed, holding your shoulders in a vice grip, shaking you slightly.

You smiled as you took his hands in yours. “Eric,” you paused, blinking at the pink-haired nurse, “it’s not even seven a.m, our shift hasn’t even started yet. And I thought the head nurse told you to dye your hair back to brown?” Your brows were furrowed as you asked him the question, only getting a scoff from him as an answer. “Who cares about her.”

A few hours into your shift, you already got tired. Running from one side to the other, treating the patients and sending them off when their treatment was done. With a glance at the clock that hung on the wall, you saw that it was nearly the end of your shift. You couldn’t contain the smile as you already imagined the food you were going to eat, until your bubble burst when the doors of the ER slid open, revealing two paramedics supporting a man, who obviously was too weak to walk on his own. As the men neared, you noticed the large blood stain on the man’s dark dress-pants. “Uh– come with me, yes, follow me,” you stuttered, eyes wide. With quick steps, you reached one of the trauma exam rooms, holding the heavy door open.

The paramedics carefully laid the injured man onto the hospital bed, eliciting a pained groan from him. Sitting down on a stool, you quickly pulled a pair of gloves on and grabbed a pair of scissors, “Hello, sir, my name is (Y/N). May I know your name?” You asked carefully, wincing as you heard him gasp.

“J–Jongho, Choi Jongho,” he answered, pinching his eyes shut in pain.

“Alright, Jongho, I have to cut your pants open. Is that okay with you?” The fervent nodding of Jongho’s head gave you the go. Pushing his dress-shirt up a bit, you already saw a dark bruise peeking from his pants. You cut into the delicate fabric, drenched in crimson blood, clutched each end and pulled harshly, ripping the fabric, revealing the source of the heavy bleeding. Your breath hitched as you noticed that the wound was caused by a bullet, oozing blood. Pulling your cart of supplies, you picked the bottle of saline solution. “It seems like the bullet is still inside your thigh. I’m going to flush the wound now, I am very sorry in advance, it will hurt.” Not even trying to sugar coat it, you tipped the bottle over, letting the saline solution flush the wound.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your jaw, throwing you off your stool. He just kneed you in the jaw so hard you saw black spots clouding your vision. Groaning, you clutched your chin. “Fuck,” you gasped, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. You looked up at one of the paramedics through teary eyes. “Call Eric and help me hold his legs down.” On shaky legs, you stood up and sat back down onto the stool. The dizziness dissipated slowly as you grabbed the solution again. “I need you to stay still, sir,” you huffed out, eyes moving to the door as it opened, revealing Eric and the paramedic. With an exchange of nods, Eric moved to Jonghos’s midriff, planting his hands on his torso and the paramedics holding each of his legs down.

You worked quickly as you washed out the wound and took the medical tongs to fish the offending piece of metal out. A blood curdling scream left Jongho’s chest, accompanied by the sickening squelch of the wound. The bleeding got worse, the sight of the thick liquid making bile burn your throat.

After digging around in your patient’s thigh, you finally got a grip on the bullet and pulled it out. A sigh of relief left your lips as you looked at it, examining if any fragments were still somewhere in Jongho’s flesh. The bullet was smooth, nothing broken or chipped off.

“(Y/N),” Eric’s shaky voice pulled your attention. “He’s out.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

After you finally treated your patient and stabilized him you transferred him into the trauma department. You sat down onto the couch of the break room. “This was,” you trailed off, closing your eyes in exhaustion.

“Draining,” Eric huffed out next to you. “Can’t wait to get home.”

“Yeah.”

The way back home went by like a blur, and just like that, you were already unlocking your door. Smiling, you peeked through your door to see your cat stretching. As soon as she was done, she walked to you, meowing as you entered your home. “Hey, Kitty,” you greeted her in a high pitched voice, bending down to pick her up. “Are you hungry?” You asked her as if she could answer with words, but these three words were Kitty’s favorite words, immediately meowing as loud as she could.

After feeding your cat and taking a shower, you let yourself get sucked into the beautiful darkness of unconsciousness.

The loud, offending ring of your phone disturbed your beautiful sleep, pulling you out of your deep slumber. You groaned loudly as you reached for your phone and looked at the bright, blaring screen with squinted eyes. The head nurse was calling. “Yeah?” You picked up, voice groggy, exhaustion basically dripping from your lips.

“(Y/N), Yunho is taking over your day shift, you will take his place in the night.” You hated night shifts, they were so scary. Especially the walk back home, when it was still dark and quiet at the crack of dawn.

“Can’t Eric take over instead?” You tried to hide the desperation, but to no avail.

“No, I’m sorry.” With that, the head nurse hung up, wishing you a good rest of the early morning.

You let the phone fall next to your head, covering your face as a dry sob left your lips. With a new surge of energy you picked your phone up and dialed Yunho’s number. After a few seconds, you heard his voice, angering your tired state even more. “Fuck you, Yunho.” The loud, boisterous laugh you got in return made you huff in annoyance and hang up.

If looks could kill, multiple nurses and doctors would be motionless on the floor by now. Dark eye bags were decorating your face and the corners of your lips were pulled into a deep frown, brows pinched together. Even Eric got out of your way as you walked to the staff room, wide eyes looking at Yunho, who was munching on his sandwich, oblivious to your menacing stride towards him.

“Yunho,” Eric tried to get the tall nurse’s attention by sharply whispering across the room. He didn’t react, instead, he bit into his sandwich again, free hand checking off his to-do list. Before your pink-haired friend could warn Yunho, you had already reached the table and cleared your throat. “Totally dead,” Eric mumbled, quickly exiting the room.

As Yunho looked up from his half-eaten sandwich, his face immediately fell. “You will take over four of my night shifts, and if not,” you trailed off, tracing your thumb across the skin of your neck with a dark look on your face. All Yunho could do was gulp and nod hastily, standing up and excusing himself.

Even with great exhaustion, you still did your job excellently. Greeting and sending the patients off with a smile. It was already 3am, and the ER wasn’t full. Only a few people, who were waiting for their partners, parents, or whatever relatives. You were currently going through the unfinished files, filling them out if needed. Until a nurse from the trauma department stuck her head through the staff door and called your name quietly. “Yeah,” you whispered as to not disturb the peaceful silence in the waiting room.

“One of my patients wants you to treat him. He won’t let anyone near him.” You tilted your head, not knowing who she meant. “The guy with the gunshot wound.” Ah, him.

“Okay, I’m coming. But could you stay here for me?” The nurse nodded and sat down as you left the waiting room, walking to the trauma department. With quick steps, you reached the man’s door and knocked a few times before entering. You stopped as you saw two men, dressed in dark, expensive suits, stand at the foot of Jongho’s bed. “Oh,” you mumbled, slowly entering the room, eyes falling on Jongho. He was awake, as expected, eyes following your every move. “Hello, how are you doing?” you asked in a cheery tone, grabbing the clipboard that was fixed on the foot of his bed. “It seems like you are well taken care of, seeing your bodyguards looking at everything I do.” Your lighthearted joke fell on deaf ears as none of the men responded to it. Smile falling from your features, you looked at the clipboard, checking the vitals that got last recorded, but there was nothing. “Nobody checked on you during your stay here? I have to report that.” You said in a serious tone, this time. Fishing for your pager in the pocket of your scrubs but stopping as you heard Jongho’s hoarse voice.

“I didn’t let anyone check up on me, that’s what it is,.” Nodding slowly, you let your phone fall back into your pocket.

“And why’s that?” You felt like you could sink through the floor with three pairs of eyes analyzing your movements.

Jongho’s next words confused you. “I trust you the most.” His statement pulled a chuckle out of you as you waved your hand.

“Sir, I am an ER nurse, not a bedside nurse,” you said, looking at him with a smile. “I do appreciate it, but I don’t think I will be able to keep up with you, seeing as my post is in the ER.” You literally saw the man’s brow tick a bit. Probably out of anger, annoyance, pain? “I am only doing it now because the ER isn’t full right now. And after that my colleagues will take over. I can’t leave the ER just like that, I’m sorry.”

You turned around to go to one of the medical cupboards to get everything you needed. Needles and vials to draw some blood and new bandages. Walking to his injured side, and putting everything on the bedside table. “No, I want you to do it.” You sighed, a stubborn one.

“As I said, I will only be doing this now.” Your voice was a bit stern, trying to get your patient to comply. Said man let himself relax into the cushions, knowing that he won’t be able to talk you through it. “Stretch your arm out for me, please,” you instructed softly. At first, Jongho just looked at you, eyes round and empty. “Mister Choi,” you urged, “would you please stretch your arm out for me, so I can measure your blood pressure.” At that, Jongho stretched his arm out, looking away from you. He felt the rough material of the cuff that you wrapped around his upper arm. After having fixed the cuff around Jongho’s thick bicep, you put your stethoscope in your ears and held it to his skin as you pumped air into the inflatable cuff. “It’s gonna get tight, don’t get nervous.”

Did you notice his nervousness? It felt like time stopped for Jongho while you were counting the beats on the manometer. “Okay,” you broke the silence, taking off the stethoscope and opening the valve of the cuff to let the air out. Looking at Jongho, you smiled, “Your blood pressure looks very good, I don’t think the doctor has to prescribe you any medication except painkillers.”

You were writing down the numbers on the clipboard when Jongho asked, “are you going to do anything else?” He sounded hesitant, almost scared, eying the needles that rested next to his bed.

“Yes, I do have to draw some blood to see if there might be an infection that isn’t visible,” you explained, looking at one of the men near the bed. One of them leaned over to his friend, a smirk on his face as he was whispering something. “Keep that arm outstretched like that, I’ll be back in a second.” You noticed his breath hitching as you plopped down onto the stool next to the bed, wrapping the elastic band around his bicep, “Form your hand in a fist and pump.” The man complied, doing everything you instructed him to do, although a bit nervously. You poked around the prominent vein and wiped it down with a disinfectant. “It’s gonna sting,” you mumbled, slowly pushing the needle through Jongho’s skin. And just as the needle broke skin, Jongho pulled his arm away from you, eyes wide, looking at you. Suddenly, the two men behind you started laughing hysterically at their friend's behavior. “Gentlemen,” you warned, tone sharp.

You turned back to your patient, eyes soft and reassuring. “It’s going to be okay,” you whispered. “I’m scared too, and I’m an ER nurse, what an irony.” Your chuckle made Jongho settle a bit, but not totally. With that, Jongho stretched his arm out again. Redoing the disinfections again, you took a new needle and started to poke at Jongho’s skin. “It’s gonna sting, okay.” You heard a hum of approval come from him and you finally stuck the needle into his vein. “Let your fist loose,” untying the band around his bicep, you let the blood flow into the small tube in your hand.

After getting enough blood, you pulled the needle off and put a small label on each tube. “Thank you,” You heard Jongho’s small voice, making you chuckle.

“It’s my job, Sir.” You turned around, a big smile on your tired features. “Now, I need to check that wound of yours. Don’t want it to infect because of your stubbornness,” you whispered the last part, slowly peeling off the bandaging. You checked the wound, taking a pair of sterile tweezers and poking around it. “The skin looks very irritated and is probably dead,” you looked up with furrowed brows. “My colleague probably has to cut some off and stitch it again. It’s normal, don’t be panicked.” Jongho’s face immediately straightened when he met your eyes, your words slightly worrying him.

He shifted before asking, “I won’t have to amputate my leg?” His heart dropped when he heard your loud laugh.

“No, no,” you chuckled, “your leg won’t get amputated as long as you let the nurses do their job.” Reaching over, you sanitize your hands and pull a pair of gloves on. “I’ll bandage your wound now, and in the morning, my colleague will take over, yeah?”

The two men in the corner watched you intently as you worked, hands quick. It took you less than ten minutes to get him wrapped up, smiling when you left the room. You released the bedside nurse when you arrived at the ER, exchanging a small handover.

Thankfully, nothing too big happened the rest of your shift, and you were already on your way out the hospital.

As soon as you open the door to your bedroom, you let yourself fall face first into your blankets, a groan muffled by the thick sheets. While your cat was happily munching on her food, you were slowly drifting into a deep slumber.

A few days had passed and you almost forgot about Jongho, almost. You were relieved that he left you the rest of his stay in the hospital and you were able to do your work in the ER.

“I got your favorite drink,” you heard Yunho next to you, eyes following the paper cup he put on the desk next to you. “As a thank you for taking over the night shift, you know.” You chuckled as you thanked him for the drink, quickly typing the last sentence in the patient’s file and closing it.

“It was no problem, Yunho. Just a little heads-up would’ve been ideal,” you explained, waving a dismissive hand in front of your face. “By the way,” you started, “did the patient with the gunshot wound get discharged? His name was… Joongho?”

“Choi Jongho,” Yunho corrected, smiling when you let out an ‘aha!’ but when you gave it a second thought, you looked at your co-worker with a puzzled look. How’d he know him? You didn’t give it much thought, though, it was gone as fast as it came. “Eric got written up, by the way!” Yunho blurted out, a sinister grin on his face. Instead of questioning him, you just sighed and shook your head. Of course it was because of his damn pink hair.

Ever since Jongho stepped foot into your hospital and you treated him, you felt something weird. Like something has gotten out of place. Yunho was having the same shifts as you, even walking you home after work when it became dark. The Yunho you knew never did that. “Urgh, I’m too tired, (Y/N)!” He’d whine, sulking. But what did you do? Ignored it. What should you do anyway, everybody has these weeks sometimes. Right?

Today was the first day in a few weeks since you had a shift without Yunho, and to be honest, you were kind of feeling lonely without him. After your shift, at around eight p.m., you started your walk home. You were exhausted and stressed, another shift waiting for you the next day. But while you were walking, you noticed a car driving ever so slowly behind you. This made a ball of fear rise in your gut as your steps quickened, praying to whatever God there was, that nothing would happen. Just as you were about to turn the corner to enter your apartment complex, the car sped off, the loud exhaust causing you to flinch and let your keys fall to the ground.

A week passed and since that day, nothing like this happened, making you doubt that the car was actually following you. Maybe they were looking for something or someone, right?

Three weeks later, while you were sitting behind the front desk in the ER, spaced out, you didn’t notice the familiar man walk into the waiting room. “Sorry,” the low voice made you flinch softly, quickly arranging your posture. You recognized the familiar face, but not really pin-pointing it. “I’m here to get my stitches removed. Choi Jongho,” aah, that’s him.

“Ah, hi, Jongho,” you smiled, standing up and signaling him to follow you into the back. While you got the utensils ready, Jongho sat down on the exam table. “You can take your pants off,” you said over your shoulder while unpacking the sterile scissors and tweezers. You didn’t see the way Jongho’s face flushed when you told him to take his pants off. It was weird, it was weird how he didn’t care how he looked, or how much skin was revealed when he was brought into the ER. But now that he was fully conscious, he was getting a tad bit flustered.

“You’re awfully quiet,” your voice pulled Jongho out of his trance, startling him. “Sorry, I just found it funny how the change of circumstance can affect people.” Jongho nodded softly as he stood up to push his pants down to his knees, laying back down onto the exam table. “So,” you started, pulling the small cart with you that had the utensil lined up. From sterile gloves to sterile scissors and a scalpel. “Want me to explain the procedure, to get the nerves out of the way?”

He softly nodded, lips pulled into a tight line. With a smile, you calmly explained what you’ll do, which wasn’t too bad actually, Jongho thought it would’ve been worse. “Okay, I’m ready,” he assured as you put the gloves on.

“He speaks,” you teased with a smile, sitting down on the stool and sliding close to him. “So, how have you been?” Jongho noticed the way you tried to get his mind off this, your hands soft and feathery as you worked on his leg. You pushed his shirt a bit upwards to make space for the disinfectant.

Jongho swallowed thickly before he started talking, “I’ve been resting a lot, actually. I got sick days from work too, so I’ve been having a lot of free time, and some friends of mine always came over to cook. Doc had said I shouldn’t be on my feet for more than fifteen minutes at once, you know, so yeah, I’ve been spoiled.” He chuckled when he said that last part, his smile faltering when he realized he was ranting. “I… I’m sorry, it was too much at once.”

“No! It’s okay, I like listening to you.” The smile you sent his way made his heart leap. You were just so cute.

And so he did, he talked and talked, until he had nothing else to say. That’s when he saw you smiling up at him, gloves already discarded and a brand new plaster on his leg. “All done!” you exclaimed happily as you pushed yourself away with the stool, quickly scribbling down onto a piece of paper. “The wound itself looks pretty good, I also sent the doc a picture of it and he approved.” Jongho stood up and rearranged his clothes, but before he could leave the room, you called after him. “Your stories are cool!” He smiled at that as he left the hospital, his friend waiting by the car.

"Aw! Our baby bear is in love! He’s growing– Ow!”

A week later, while you were grocery shopping, you noticed a weird man follow you through the aisles. You were looking at the canned cat foods when he stepped closer, side-eyeing him. Maybe he also had a cat or something, right? You put a few cans into your cart and continued walking. His thick shoes made noise as he walked behind you, making you tense up.

“May I help you, sir?” you asked harshly, one hand on the cart and the other propped on your hip.

Before the stranger could answer, a heavy arm fell onto your shoulder, startling you. “Babe, here you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he said, making you look up. It was Yunho. “What did the gentleman need?” he asked, a passive aggressive tone in his voice. Said man just glared at Yunho before he walked away, leaving you two alone in the aisle. “That dude was weird,” he whispered as he took your cart and walked to the checkout. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded with a grateful sigh, quickly glancing over your shoulder to see that the man had disappeared. “He was really weird.” What was even weirder, how Yunho appeared out of nowhere to save the day.

As promised, Yunho walked you home and even invited himself for a drink, which turned out to be him falling asleep on the couch while a movie was running on your TV. In the meantime, you fed your cat and did your laundry. “Yunho,” your voice echoed through the living room as you rummaged through your freezer for ice cream. “You want ice cream?”

“Yes!” Of course he’d wake up to that question.

“Are you okay?” Yunho’s sudden question made you look at him with a confused expression. “I mean you haven’t been yourself recently, you know. I don’t know, you seem a lot more cautious than you are.” At some point he was right. You really were a lot more cautious these past couple weeks, getting startled by almost every small noise, especially when you shared a night shift with Yunho. He was looking at the ice cream in his hands as he waited for an answer, shortly glancing at you.

You shrugged, “I mean, a lot of weird things happened the last couple of weeks.” Yunho nodded, signaling you to go on. “Uhm, I’ve noticed that sometimes cars follow me up to my apartment complex and then speed off when I open the door, you know. And the man at the store, that wasn’t the first time someone followed me around in the store.” Your voice had a slight tremble, the anxiety bubbling in your gut, spilling as you felt thankful that you could explain to at least someone what has been happening. “Yeah, and at night, I always see the same man walking around the apartment complex. One time I even caught him looking up at my window.” You pointed to the parking lot in front of your window. At times like these, you were really grateful that you chose the fifth floor to live in.

“Have you tried contacting the police?” His question made you glare at him.

“By all means, Yunho. They’d call me paranoid and crazy, you know how these bastards are.” Over the course of years, you had developed a specific hatred toward the police. They felt too entitled, the police brutality was over the moon, and you remember how a police officer manhandled you because you wouldn’t let him arrest your patient in the ER, a patient that was bleeding too much for your liking. Due to that officer’s actions, the patient died, bled to death basically. “They wouldn't care one bit.”

“Also true,” he shrugged, sipping the last bit of his drink. That night, Yunho slept over, his big body barely fitting onto your couch. You insisted so much that he should’ve slept on your bed instead of your couch, but all he said was, “what, I wanna feel tiny for once.”

That night you didn’t get a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in your bed, that queasy feeling back. You decided to get up and drink something, your eyes flitting to the angry, red digits on your clock that was resting on your desk, two a.m. With a sigh, you made your way into the kitchen, carefully dodging the toys your cat had scattered around. Yunho was peacefully sleeping on your couch, one leg dangling and the other laying over the armrest. This didn’t look comfortable at all. Softly shaking your head, you made your way into your kitchen and rummaged through your fridge. Your hands wrapped around a half empty bottle of coke, pulling it out and unscrewing. At this point you didn’t care and directly drank from the bottle.

While you were in your own thoughts, a sudden knock on your door pulled your attention. At this hour? You felt your heart in your throat as you quickly walked into the living room. “Yunho,” you whispered, shaking his shoulder, but no answer. “Yunho,” this time your voice was harsher, your hand squeezed his shoulder as you desperately tried to wake him up. “Yunho!”

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he groaned, quickly sitting up. That action almost caused your heads to collide, but you were fast enough to get out of his way. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice raspy, laced with sleep.

“There’s someone at the door.” As if on cue, another knock echoed through the apartment. It was like Yunho never had fallen asleep, his eyes widened and he immediately stood up. “Please, be careful.” He held a slender finger in front of his lips to shush you as he walked to your front door.

Your friend looked through the peephole, scanning the person who stood in front of your door. He turned the lock on your door one time, making it able to open a gap but not all the way. “How can I help you, sir?” You stiffened as you heard that it was a man, a shudder running down your spine. You heard the stranger take a few steps back as you were hiding behind the door next to Yunho.

“Sorry, got the wrong door,” he apologized, shuffling from side to side.

“Who were you looking for, maybe I can help you,” Yunho offered, leaning on the wall next to the door. You noticed him glancing downward every now and then, as if he was scanning the stranger.

“(L/N) (Y/N),” your hand flew to your mouth as you heard him say your full name, surname included. Not many people knew your surname. “I believe she lives somewhere near, am I right?”

Yunho straightened, not daring to look behind the door to make it obvious that there was someone with him. “I don’t know anybody with that name, gotta disappoint you.” You heard the man hum in understanding, his feet dragging as he slowly walked away. Without warning, Yunho slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to you with concern in his eyes. “Were you expecting him, (Y/N)?” he asked, brows furrowing when you shook your head, no. No, you didn’t know that man, hell, you didn’t know any men except the ones from work. “Then why did he know your name?” he pried, stepping closer.

His questions made you tear up in realization that strange men knew you and knew where you lived. “I don’t know, Yun. No one, especially at two a.m in the fucking morning, comes and ring my doorbell,” you whispered shakily, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“That’s it, I’m calling the police.”

“So, this has been going on a few weeks?”

“One month, actually,” you corrected the officer, glancing at his small notebook as he scribbled down few informations.

“And you are saying that almost everyday you notice a weird man following you?”

“Yes, a few times there were cars, but I assumed that they were looking for something.” You felt your heart in your throat, the more the young officer wrote into his notebook, the more you doubted that they were going to help you. And you thought right.

“Ma’am, I’m really sorry to say this, but there’s nothing we can do to help. I need an actual assault report to be able to do something,” he said calmly, too calm for your liking.

You stiffened, inhaling sharply as you looked at the officer with furrowed brows. “There’s no way you are being serious right now,” you asked sharply, stepping forward, “you are here, telling me that they need to attack me for you to do something?” With clenched fists, you turned around and walked away. “Get out of my apartment,” you said, pointing to your front door.

With one last glance at Yunho, you went into your bedroom and locked the door behind you. You didn’t get a wink of sleep that night, Kitty kept meowing in front of your door. Normally you’d let her inside, but right now you couldn’t lock the poor cat inside the room with you. You weren’t mad at Yunho, you were mad at the situation and the way the police handled it, as if you were delusional. You had lost track of time until Yunho’s voice echoed through your apartment, “I’m going to work, (Y/N), see you later!”

Finally, you fell asleep, sleeping through half of the day until you woke up to get some stuff done. To get your mind off things, you decided to go on a walk at around six p.m. It was already starting to get dark, the air cold and gloomy. You calmly walked through the park, buying a hot chocolate from the small stand, sipping it as you sat in front of the small lake. You swung your feet back and forth as you sat there, time unknown to you. Before you knew it, the only sources of light were the poorly lit lamps and the moon. After finishing your hot chocolate, you walked back to your apartment, steps slow and steady.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you as the warmth of your apartment complex surrounded you, sighing into the warm air. Once you reached your door, your fished your keys out and unlocked it, smiling as the soft tune of Arctic Monkeys 505 was playing. But as realization hit, you stopped dead in your tracks. What in God’s name?

You took a cautious step forward, grabbing the long, metal shoe horn. You stopped behind the corner that led to your living room, praying internally that your cat accidentally pressed the radio, but when you heard a man clear his throat, your heart fell into your belly. Daring to peek around, you saw a broad man holding a cup in his hand, drinking from it. His back was turned to you as he looked out the large window.

“(Y/N)?” You gasped when he said your name, quickly covering your mouth with one hand. The stranger slowly turned around, meeting your eyes. It wasn’t just someone, it was Jongho, your patient Choi Jongho.

“Don’t,” you hissed sharply, pointing the shoe horn into direction, “stay where you are.” You felt your heart in your throat as you looked at Jongho. “It was all you, right? Psychopath,” your voice was shaky as you took slow steps backward. Jongho mirroring you by stepping forward. “Stay there!”

Your sudden screech made Jongho wince. “Look, (Y/N), I really mean no harm. But you have to come with me,” he said calmly. “I can explain everything once we are in my car.” Your jaw fell slack in shock, brows furrowed and hands tightening around your makeshift weapon that would probably do no harm to Jongho. “Put that shoe horn down, it’s making me nervous.”

His words pulled a scoff out of you, making you raise the shoe horn. “This is making you nervous? Well, fuck you, Choi Jongho, what do you think I feel like right now?” Suddenly Jongho grabbed the shoe horn and pulled it out of your grasp, his other hand covering your mouth. He let the metal rod fall and wrapped his arm around you, your scream muffled by his hand as you fought against him.

“Be quiet,” he said harshly, pulling you harder against him. “They’ll hear you,” he whispered, sighing as he felt you still in his hold. He slowly pulled you into your kitchen, pressing you against the wall and covering most of your body with his. “Promise me that you’ll trust me,” when he said that, Jongho had to close his eyes at the ridicule of the situation and his words. Your wide eyes and furrowed brows said everything he needed to know. “Got it, I understand it, but if you don’t then it might cost your life what’s about to happen,” he explained calmly, peeking around the corner into your hallway. “Please, (Y/N).”

“Jongho?” Someone called, the voice awfully familiar. “Jongho, are you here?” Heavy boots approached you two until a tall man entered the corner of your eyes, his form blurry due to the position you were in. “Oh—” was all he said. Jongho’s grip on your head softened a bit, making it easier for you to turn your head, and you wish you didn’t. “Hi, (Y/N),” Jeong Yunho, your co-worker Jeong Yunho, nurse Jeong Yunho.

You let out a loud scream, which was muffled by Jongho’s hand still, as you tried to thrash out of Jongho’s grip. “Guys?” A head of pink hair appeared, the guy from the ER who suddenly disappeared. What the fuck was going on?

“Look, (Y/N), I can explain everything if you come with us, please.” You shook your head like a small kid that had a tantrum, stomping, purposely aiming for Jongho’s feet. “Tell Seonghwa to get the car ready, we’ll have to take her as is.” Panic arose in your eyes as you trashed and kicked, Jongho dragging you out of your apartment and into the elevator. The ride downstairs was awfully quiet, only your heavy breathing could be heard with the occasional thuds of the elevator. Finally, the elevator doors slid open, Jongho pulling you with him as Yunho and San waited in front of the big SUV, the trunk open.

Realizing what is about to happen, you tried biting into Jongho’s hand but failed, a loud screech stuck in your throat as Jongho heaved you into the trunk and closed the door into your face. The rest of the men got in one by one, the car speeding off before anyone could buckle up.

“Let me out!” you yell as you bang against the window that was separating the trunk with the front. “Hey!” when realization hit, your voice cracked as a dry sob fell from your lips. Giving up, you laid down on the dusty mat and waited for the car to stop, which felt like eternity. Even through your exhausted haze, adrenaline was still high in your bloodstream. You fought against sleep as you looked out the window and noticed that they were taking you out of the city.

“Aren’t we a bit harsh on her?” Seonghwa’s question broke the silence in the car. Kitty was meowing in her transport box that laid between Yunho’s legs. “Like, Yunho, you could’ve explained everything to her instead of just taking her like this, this will probably leave her traumatized.”

“If you knew who came to her doorstep at two a.m. in the fucking morning, then you would too, try to get her into safety as soon as possible. And you, Jongho, I have to exchange quite a few words with you, once we arrive,” Yunho’s stern voice made Jongho sigh as he crossed his arms.

Falling asleep was what you were trying to avoid, but it happened nonetheless. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but it was just enough for you to wake up when the car stopped moving. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” A cheerful voice pulled you out of your daze as the trunk opened, making you turn around and see the pink-haired man, San. “You slept a little too long for my liking, but at least you got some sleep,” he said as he stepped aside to let you get out on your own. You didn’t move, though, looking at him suspiciously, which he caught on. “I promise you, I won’t do anything. Yunho will show you your room,” he explained, holding his hands up to his temples.

With hesitant movements, you got out of the car and stood there until Yunho came. “Come with me, I’ll show your room and then I’ll explain everything to you.” The house was big, the first floor was the living area, then it had two more floors, which had four to five rooms each. “Big, isn’t it? Well, we are eight people here,” he chuckled at your expression. “Don’t worry, they are all nice,” he assured, opening the door to a room. It had a big window and right across the window was the bed, freshly made. You flinched softly when Yunho closed the door behind him, your eyes following his every movement. He signaled you to sit on one of the chairs next to the window, and he sat on the one right in front of you. “Look, this will be confusing and it’s also hard to tell you everything at once, but I want you to listen to me carefully,” he started explaining, starting from A through Z.

“So, I’m being targeted for helping Jongho?” You asked, brows furrowed. “And they think that I, a simple ER nurse, am your ‘private’ nurse?” He nodded. “What the fuck?”

“We are trying to get the target off your back, but it will take some time. You’ll have to call in sick.”

“Oh, Yunho, fuck you,” you exclaimed. “This is all happening at once. First you hide this second identity, then you kidnap me, and now you are telling me I can’t go to work? Am I supposed to stay here all the time while you and your mafia friends go get this damn target off my back, which by the way, your friend got onto me?”

Yunho’s lips were pulled into a tight line as he looked at you. He understood that you were mad, he understood that you were shaken up, but he couldn’t do anything but wait. “You won’t stay alone, you have Kitty and…” he trailed off, avoiding your eyes. “And Jongho.” At this you groaned loudly, letting your head fall into your hands.

Meow. “I know, Kitty, I don’t want to be here either.” You were rummaging through the drawers to see what type of clothes they had. Simple T-shirts, sweatpants, sweaters, and underwear. You sighed as you plopped down onto the bed, Kitty immediately climbing into your lap.

Yunho and the others were gone to talk to some strange men, while Jongho was left behind.

A sudden knock pulled you out of your thoughts, it could be no one other than Jongho. “Yes?” You didn’t bother standing up, Kitty on your lap as she purred.

“Can I come in?”

“No,” you declined bluntly, you heard the sigh he let out behind the door. “What do you want?” You weren’t hiding that you were annoyed by him, giving him the cold shoulder.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize,” he trailed off, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I didn’t realize that my behavior would’ve caused all of this and i feel bad about this.” After a beat of silence, Jongho heard your steps approach and as soon as you reached it, you pulled it open.

Jongho stood frozen in front of you as you pointed an accusing finger at his chest. “Because of you, I can’t even feel safe in my own home, and now i have to live with seven strangers, plus Yunho who hid everything from me, in one big ass house, and you all expect me to just sit idly in a corner and turn thumbs while i wait for you to lift that target off my back,” you finally breathed, your nostrils flared in anger as you glared at Jongho. His flustered state made you kind of feel bad for your outburst, but who were they to judge? All of them would’ve reacted the same. “I don’t know what you expect me to say to your apology, but I for sure do not accept it.”

The man was avoiding your eyes while you glared holes into his head. “If you need anything, just tell me, I’ll be downstairs.” With that he turned around and left, quickly walking down the stairs. You shut the door harshly, angry and annoyed by the situation.

After a few hours of straight boredom you dared to open your door and step outside, flinching at every little sound. Carefully, you walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen to grab yourself something to drink. “Do you need anything?” The sudden question made you flinch and whip your head around, eyes wide and hands pulled tightly against your chest. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Jongho chuckled. “I can cook you something, if you’re hungry?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

You eyed the fridge before you looked back at Jongho. “No, I’m fine,” you declined, walking around Jongho to go back to your room.

The man just sighed as he went back to the living room, waiting for his friends. It didn’t take long for them to arrive, though, bursting through the door. Everyone sat around Jongho, either throwing a leg over the other or simply laying on a couch. “It doesn’t look good,” Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Their boss is somewhere overseas, they won’t give us any form of contact,” he explained, looking at the rug beneath his feet.

Jongho felt bad, really bad. He threw this all on your shoulders just because he was scared of some needles, all the while he worked with weaponry goods day in and day out.

It’s been a couple of days since you started staying at their place, and to be honest, you started to quite like it, though you didn’t leave Yunho’s side.

Loud laughter echoed through the large dining room as you sat between Yunho and that one Mingi guy, who seemed to be best friends with Yunho. You were poking around the food on your plate, slowly chewing on what’s in your mouth, oblivious to Jongho’s stare. “Hey,” a voice cut through his thoughts, making him look to his side to see Wooyoung mischievously smile at him. “She’s cute, isn’t she,” he slurred, earning a glare from the younger. “Or you just feel really bad,” he whispered, his lips pulled into a pout, mocking his friend.

“Shut up,” Jongho hissed. Wooyoung just snickered, munching on his garlic bread.

“(Y/N),” Wooyoung called, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Since when are you a nurse?” His question kind of threw you off guard, making your pinch your brows together slightly.

You quickly swallowed the bite of food you’ve been chewing for a disgustingly long amount of time before answering. “I graduated two years ago, so I am kind of fresh in the business.” You tried to keep your answers short as possible. Even though you’ve started to get used to the men, they were still strangers to you. So, keeping your distance was the best option. “I started working in pediatrics but that wasn’t for me, so I got myself transferred to the ER,” you added. Wooyoung let out a hum as he returned to his almost empty plate.

“And you like your job?”

“I do,” you answered truthfully, looking at Wooyoung with a confused gaze. After that, an uncomfortable silence took over the room, the clanging of metal against porcelain deafening. You continued eating silently.

A week went by with you ghosting around the house, getting familiar with your new surroundings. San’s sister, Yunjin, saw you one day and you never saw a stranger get so happy over your mere presence. She immediately had her arms around you, thanking the guys for having a girl over, finally. She was also a small shove in getting comfortable with the guys. She took you out, mostly with Jongho shadowing you two, to go out and eat, shopping, and whatnot.

One night when she was smearing an aloe-vera face mask on your damp skin, she made a comment that had your eyes rip open in an instant. “I think Jjongs is into you,” she blurted out, softly humming as she continued to spread the face mask on your face, as if she just didn’t say anything. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“No?” It came out as a question rather than a statement. You felt your heart in your throat, denying everything. But if you had to be honest, you did find him… attractive. Yunjin looked at you with knowing eyes, a smirk slowly curling on her lips. She was just like her brother. “Look, he’s basically a stranger to me. The longest conversation we had was when he had to get his stitches removed,” you explained, looking at Yunjin.

She finished spreading the mask and leaned back to lay down on your knee. You wiped her face with a wet towel before applying the mask on her face. “Don’t you see how he looks at you, that guy blushed when you smiled at him,” she giggled, “that guy never blushes.” Your heart leapt when she explained her observations. “He’s totally into you,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

And you were totally into him, but who were you to admit?

A sudden knock pulled you two out of your cute, little world. “(Y/N)?” It was Jongho. Yunjin shot you a knowing smirk before she called out to Jongho. “Can I talk to (Y/N) for a sec?” The girl stuck her tongue out to you before she opened the door, greeting Jongho with her signature cheshire smirk.

“I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

Jongho’s jaw clenched when he understood what she was insinuating. “It’s just a quick chat, dumbass,” he grumbled, turning back to you with tense shoulders and a strained smile. “Can I come in?” His question only earned a nod from you, following his movements with your gaze as he walked in and closed the door. He sat on your bed, looking anywhere but your face. A sudden warmth spread on your ears when you remembered that you still had that face mask on. “I just wanted to tell you that we kind of cleared your name, so the boss of the gang that was following you has dropped their target on you, but,” he trailed off. “It would still be kind of dangerous for you to go live on your own, though, the choice is yours. We just wanted to keep close contact in the meantime, but now you don’t have to fear for your life,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, I can go back to my apartment and work?” Your heart sank when Jongho sighed.

“We got you a new apartment, only your stuff has to be carried there.” You nodded, letting silence fall upon you two. “I- I’m sorry,” he whispered, finally looking into your eyes. “This was all my fault that I got you into this situation. I didn’t know they would take it this far.” His apology made your heart flutter, the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips. But all you could do was nod, pulling your lips into a tight line. “Then I’ll be going.”

“Stop apologizing,” you said, Jongho stopping in his movements, his fist tightened around the doorknob. “I kind of understand why you wanted to keep me close in the hospital, but I gotta be honest, I’m still confused about this whole situation. I am still mad at all of you, especially Yunho and you. But what happened, happened. We can’t reverse anything,” you smiled softly, the mask slowly cracking around your mouth and nose area. “But thank you for the effort.” Jongho nodded with a soft smile as he bid a goodnight and left, Yunjin coming in after him with a smirk on her face. “I don’t want to hear a single word.”

“You’re totally into her,” Wooyoung mumbled as he adjusted a few screws on his new gaming-chair. “The way you look at her when she talks to any of us,” he added, glancing at the younger. “And she’s oblivious to it all.”

Jongho sighed as he threw an arm over his face. “There’s no way,” he groaned. “She’s cute and I am attracted to her, but there’s nothing between us. Once she’s gone I won’t see her ever again,” his own words made his heart clench. But he barely knew you, and you kept avoiding him. “Plus, she was my nurse, isn’t that a bit unprofessional.” Jongho scrolled on his phone, a sudden slap on his shoulder startling him.

“Don’t say never,” Wooyoung said, pointing a finger at Jongho. “Like, why don’t you try it? Take her out for a coffee or a walk,” his friend suggested. Jongho thought about it, but there were too many odds, so he decided against it.

“I don’t want to involve her even more into this,” he said, looking at Wooyoung.

“Oh, fuck off, Jongho.”

The loud blaring of your alarm had you almost fall out of your bed, Kitty meowing on top of your back. Work. You got ready, your eyes still laced with sleep. Your steps were slow and heavy as you walked down the stairs to the front door. “I can drop you off,” a voice echoed from behind. Turning around, you saw Jongho with a soft smile on his face. “Your alarm woke me up too, so I thought why not drop you off,” he explained, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, grabbing your shoes to put them on. Jongho walked to one of the many cars in front of their house and unlocked one, an old-school Mercedes. He opened the door for you, his hand pointing at the seat.

“Thank you,” you smiled as you got into the car and buckled your seatbelt. Jongho closed your door and climbed into the driver’s side, buckled his own seatbelt and started the car. He put the car in reverse and started to pull out of the drive-way, one of his hands behind your seat to look through the rear window. Your eyes fell on the way his shirt strained against his arms and chest, your heart immediately skipping a few beats. But before Jongho could notice, you averted your gaze and watched straight ahead, a soft warmth spreading in your belly. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“For?” Jongho asked as he put the car in drive and drove down the road.

“That my alarm woke you up too,” you explained, looking at his side-profile. “Wasn’t my intention.”

His chuckle made you clench your jaw, the deep rumble in his chest reverberating through the car. “My alarm would’ve gone off ten minutes after yours, so don’t worry about that. And,” he trailed off, a second of silence falling upon you two. “I wouldn’t have been able to drive you to your workplace,” he looked at you shortly, his lips pulled into a wide smile. You involuntarily smiled to yourself, a flush visible on your cheeks as you let yourself relax into the warm leather seat.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, the soft rumble of the exhaust lulling you into a state of relaxation. Once you left the fields, you entered the city side, more cars and commotion on the streets. And in no time, Jongho was in front of the hospital you worked at. “Have a nice day, and make sure to call me before you clock out. I’ll pick you up and then I can drive you to your new place,” he said, reaching over to the glove compartment. A shiver ran down your spine when his hand made contact with your knee, softly pulling away. “Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at you. As if lost in a daze, your eyes stayed fixed on his as he looked through the glove compartment. “Here,” he pressed a card into your hand, it had his number on it. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

Time just didn’t seem to pass as you sat in the ER, your leg bouncing up and down constantly. “What’s gotten you so worked up?” Eric’s question made you turn to him with a pout.

“I think I have a crush on this guy.” Your answer made Eric gasp and sit down next to you, both of his hands grabbing yours, urging you to explain everything. And you did. Well, not everything, but some parts. Eric told you he’d crush Jongho’s balls if he even dared to hurt your feelings, which you promised him you’d tell him if something like that happens. “Yeah, and he’s picking me up today,” you giggled.

“Ooh, I wanna see him!”

A loud yawn dragged out of your lungs as you walked out of the hospital, your eyes droopy and heavy. As you walked, a car halted in front of you, the window lowering itself and revealing Jongho. “Get in, Miss-Patients-Favorite!” You smiled at the nickname, bidding Eric a goodnight before you walked around the car to the passenger seat.

Eric just stood there dumbfounded, mumbling a ‘traitor’ under his breath.

“Hi,” you greeted, all exhaustion drained from your eyes. Jongho smiled at you as he drove off, leaving Eric behind.

“How was your day?” He asked, eyes fixed on the road in front of him as he listened. You told him everything about your day, his small comments here and there showing you that he was listening. And when you were done, he turned to you as you reached a red light “Want some ice-cream?” He asked, adding, “I know a pretty good place around here.” When you nodded, he took off once the ligjt turned green. “Then let’s eat some ice-cream.”

You watched the cars drive by as you and Jongho sat on a bench, each of you with a cone of ice-cream. The weather was hot, perspiration on both of your foreheads. While you were concentrating on one side of the cone, you didn’t notice the ice-cream melting on the other side. You softly flinched when you felt Jongho’s hand wrap a handkerchief around your hand, his palm pressed against yours. A huff left your lips as you smiled sheepishly, “I’m messy when I eat ice-cream.” This made Jongho blush, the color moving from his ears to his cheeks.

“I noticed that much,” he chuckled. But a moment later his smile fell from his face. “Let’s eat up and then I’ll show you your new apartment.”

The ride to your new place was silent, both of you in your own thoughts. You knew that you wouldn’t see them as much as you did, hell, you lived with them. But it was fun, especially with Yunjin. You noticed that your apartment was quite near their place, just where the fields begin. It was still near your workplace, though, that you were glad for. The car halted in front of a new looking complex, your eyes widened in awe. “That looks expensive,” you mumbled, earning a chuckle from Jongho. When you got out of his car, you were met with the other guys, each of them heaving as they went down the stairs. “You look… exhausted,” you deadpan, all of them laughing.

A look of disgust took over your expression when Yunho draped a heavy arm on your shoulder. “Well, you’ll see why we are exhausted.” With that, he dragged you along. You looked over your shoulder, meeting Jongho’s eyes, which didn’t last long until Yunho pulled you into the apartment. “Are you ready,” he dragged the words with a sense of excitement that had you beaming involuntarily. Once Yunho opened the front door, your smile fell from your features, awe just spilling from your eyes.

Everything was new. It was the update you needed. “Yunho,” you whispered, your steps echoing through the rooms, the smell of new just wafting through the air. “This is too much,” you turned to Yunho, but instead of him, Jongho was leaning against the door with a smile on his face. “This was you?” You asked, your heart dropping when he nodded. “How can I repay you?”

Jongho pushed off the wall and walked towards you. “This is my apology for everything I caused you,” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I was too scared of a few needles.” His answer made you chuckle as you walked towards him. His gaze followed your movements and once you stood right in front of him, he raised his brows in curiosity. Suddenly you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried in his chest. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, running a hand over your back.

You pulled away to plant a kiss on his cheek, warmth spreading through your body. “Let’s go for an iced americano, yeah?”

“I’d very much like that.”

— tagging: @kflixnet @ateezlovenet @cromernet

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[bluerosefox]

A Fair Warning

It was only a matter of time, and a long awaited and well deserved comeuppance, when Joker tried to hurt the wrong person or people.

Not everyone was going to play his games like 'Batsy' does. Not everyone will hesitate or let him live should he put his hands on someone to hurt them. Not everyone will believe Arkham could 'fix' him, he just needed more time and help.

No.

This time Joker bit off more than he could chew when he kidnapped the newly hired Arkham psychiatrist Jasmine Fenton (and he had plans, so many plans, for her. With her mixture of Harley's mind and her looks matching Gordon's daughter would sure to cause some chaos and pain in memories) and the girl's visiting sister Danielle 'Ellie' (and did he laugh when he noticed the 'Wayne' adoptive looks the girl had, on the fun he'll have, maybe he'll beat her the way he beat the second Robin just for funzie's, it'll no doubt upset Batman) from Jasmine's apartment.

He had plans to keep the Bats guessing where he was and by the time they reach him it'll be far to late for them to save either of the two girls, he had just sent the little video he taped to the Bats and the police to get the ball rolling...

So...

So why did a shiver run down his spine for the first time in years when they both looked unafraid (it was their eyes that made him shiver, a look of already dead yet somehow alive, something he never seen before. He's seen the light fade from people's eyes before yes, he's even laughed as he watch people desperately cling onto life only for it to fade into nothing as they took a final breath but never have he seen someone, something alive yet dead at the same time before. It, their eyes, held a natural yet unnatural sense as they stared at him, stared at everything that made him Joker and it unnerved him), honestly they looked very bored, and one of them (the youngest of the two, and the one with more of the look of death than life in their eyes) said with a chill tune in their tone.

"Last chance to back out of this Freakshows Reject. You wont like what'll be waiting for you."

The tone alone was enough to send another bone deep chill down Joker's spine.

But instead of listening to his natural instincts, the deep inkling of run blaring at him, Joker merely placed a grin on his face, ignoring the strain he felt from doing so, and said as nastily as he could in order to scare the two girls (BOTH OF THEM STILL LOOKED BORED WITH HIM?!?! Not even a twitch of fear!)

"OH? And pray tell what is awaiting little ol' me hum?"

His mocking question got a wide feral grin from the smaller girl, a grin with sharp teeth and iris eyes beginning to bleed slowly from sky blue to neon green with each second he stared at her and he barely stopped himself from jumping in his spot when Jasmine answered his question.

"Your end."

-x-x-

By the time the Bats get to the warehouse Joker had taken Dr. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton and Danielle 'Ellie' Fenton they were prepared for anything and everything to go wrong. As much as they held the tiniest bit of hope that the two young women were still okay they knew better than to really do, this was the Joker that had them after all.

They had manged to narrow down his location much quicker than normal when they gotten Joker's first video and his little 'game' he was setting the Bats on, most locations he gave them were going to be red herrings or traps to keep them busy and it would had worked. Batman and the others would had been searching for hours for even a hint of the clue of where the Joker and his hostages were actually being kept.

It was nearly, not really, a shame all of Joker's plans went to waste when Red Hood had stumbled onto something when scooping out Jasmine's apartment with Red Robin.

You see, not only were they looking for clues at first but something about the apartment Jasmine rented seemed off, Red Robin noticed it first and called in back up encase there was more to oldest Fenton than what they could dig up (oldest daughter of Dr's. Jackson and Madeline Fenton, grew up in a small Illinois town, straight A student and a goal to become a psychologist, has two younger siblings, etc etc) and their suspension raised up more when the moment Red Hood entered the apartment and seemed to freeze for a moment.

Red Hood couldn't really explain it but he said it felt like something was... strange. Not evil bad danger strange but it felt familiar? Like he was a kid again on the streets and had walked into someone else's territory but knew the person wouldn't be too much of a hardass about it as long as he didn't stur up trouble or disrespect. A kind of... as long as you don't fuck around you won't find out feeling.

It was because of this feeling that Jason had manged to stumble across something in the room, his instincts telling him there was more to it, and they had discovered a clunky old custom PDA hidden away in a false floorboard in the office room. Thankfully Red Robin, was there in person because the old thing apparently had a rather ingenious firewall to keep others (aka Hackers) OUT but it did nothing against someone who held the main thing.

But still it took Red Robin almost frying the damn thing to get to open up, turns out the ghost and star stickers on the PDA was a rather large hint of the pass code. Once Red Robin was in the PDA he noticed some rather interesting files, one of them labeled "Gremlin Tracking" with a tiny green blob with red eyes and a green outlined star as the icons.

Curiosity taking a hold on the most curious of the Bats he opened it up, hoping it would need another password, and watched as the screen split into two maps, one was... strange, there was no land marks or anything but the star icon seemed to be right in the middle of wherever it was and the only hint of anything was the name "baby brother" and the map labeled as IR.

The other one showed an above map of Gotham, before zooming into the city, heading towards some abandoned warehouses Red Robin knew of and stopped right at one. This was the green blob icon, the short abbreviation for Gotham in the corner of the map, and the name for the icon was 'baby sister'

Red Robin immediately got onto coms to tell the others of what apparently was a tracker for Jasmine's younger siblings. Some questioned why the young woman had trackers on her siblings, though some of the others snarked back that "oh didn't know keeping trackers on each other wasn't normal. Mind if I loose the one you got on me than?"

After a quick sweep into the warehouses camera feeds, the very few up that could be accessed, done by Oracle they quickly discovered that yes the tracking on the younger girl of the two, Danielle Fenton, was correct and that was where they and Joker were at.

Despite this, Batman decided that in order to make sure Joker didn't have suspicion that they already know his actual location he made sure to send a few of the others to the fake locations.

So here they were now, staking out the warehouse where they could see a few of the Jokers goons walking around and looking for a way into the building without alerting any of them. As they talked low into coms, Robin mentioning a possible way in for Red Robin by how small it was, Red Robin hissing back a "just because you got a growth spurt doesn't mean you can poke fun at my height you little-"

"Wait!" Red Hood suddenly hissed shouted, his tone startling the rest of them and they all turned their heads to him. Batman made a quick and harsh grunt as a way to say "report."

Under his helmet Jason's eyes were wide and wild. He could feel something, something huge was on the rise, like something was out of sight but the energy of it was felt.

And if Jason could feel it from his spot, the Jokers goons all felt the same thing from the way they all dropped their weapons, turned toward the warehouse and looked ready to bolt like scared animals.

Jason opened his mouth to explain but fell silent when the feeling suddenly popped. Whatever was causing the feeling was here and like the calm before the storm he could only watch as the first drop of rain fall.

The next thing they know, was the noise and the screaming.

It was inhuman, a mixture of noise and sounds to hard to explain. The closest they could explain was a thousand voices coming in all at once mixing with radio static that kept changing volume so only few words could be even hinted at, and the angry cawing of crows along with the flapping of their wings as they took flight. The noise was so bad that many who heard it nearly ripped their coms out, or covered their ears. Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds.

Then, the air itself shifted. It felt like the coldest of winter nights and bone chilling shivers ran down their bodies for a moment. The air was suddenly that sharp cold that hurt to breathe sometimes.

The goons surrounding the warehouse fled in fear. Many scrambling to get far, far away from whatever was happening. If they felt even a fraction of what Jason could feel, he could understand. He honestly felt like a small animal cornered by a predator and there was no escape.

Then just as suddenly as it happened, everything shifted again. The noise of Gotham returned to normal, cars honking, a stray cat hissing or a dog barking, police sirens in the distance, hissing steam from a nearby factory. The air went from winter cold to a chill mid winter harbor feel now.

Once everyone registered what had just happened and not wanting to waste anymore time they bolted towards the warehouse, cautious and alert in case they needed to fight. Batman went in first, quickly making his way to the area he knew Joker would be with the Fenton sisters and wondered just what the fuck was that? Did Joker do something? Was he messing with things outside of his usual MO?!

He walked into the room and stopped.

There was nothing.

The room was in fact the room Joker had used to record his first message to them, the layout was correct and the evidence of two people who had been tied up were still there as well, ropes that weren't cut sitting on them, a lone lamp light above shining down from above no doubt to emphasize the two girls were meant to be the 'stars' of Jokers latest show. Thing was, the two weren't there despite the fact Oracle swore she could see them a few mins ago from a camera set up in the room, she would later explain that she heard the noise as well and that all her tech had glitched hard.

The only other thing in the room was, sitting innocently on one of the chairs was a green sticky note and on a tiny pillow was a tiny sickly green orb with hints of purple, white, and red swirling in it.

A note they would later read the following message written on it after carefully examining it over.

'Joker learned not to touch what is mine to protect. Sorry not sorry, but hey one less killer clown and he was warned not my fault he didn't take it seriously... The massive amount of souls wanting to rip apart the Joker's soul into nothing was quite a sight to be honest.

They were so ruthless. Best not mess with the vengeful dead am I right?

PS. I left a tiny gift for Jason Todd aka Robin Two. It's the tiniest piece of Joker's soul left over after everyone else got done. He can finish it off since he's a reverent and all, and well they need their revenge filled in order to peacefully move on later or else they'll be stuck forever in a loop of madness and revenge. So yeah. Hope he likes the gift.'

D.P.'

It took Jason less than a second after those words were spoken out to reach for the orb, ignoring the cautious and alarmed cries of the others, and could feel deep, deep, deep in his own soul the absolute pure weeping joy as he threw the orb onto the floor, the bottom shattering thus it didn't roll away and stomped hard with his reinforced boots. Crushing the broken orb into more pieces and if one listened closely they could hear the pure screaming terror that came from it.

And Jason for the first time in years felt his rage finally leave him.

[call-me-pup2]

☺🥰

[thesummerestsolstice]

By the time Elrond leaves for Gil-Galad's camp, he's also been handling most of the healing at Amon Ereb for years. Few of the Feanorians can heal any more, bloodstained as they are, and even as a youth, it's clear that Elrond is remarkably talented at it.

Many of the Feanorians use sleeping draughts. Some of them, especially the former thralls, are plagued by nightmares. Maglor and Maedhros are so burnt out by the oath at this point that they can barely sleep at all.

Elrond is the one who mixes the medicine, quietly in the little room they've started calling the apothecary. No one watches. He gathers most of his own herbs too, from the gardens inside the fortress or the decaying land around it– no one goes with him, because the elves will be noticed by Morgoth's forces and attacked, but somehow, Elrond always slips by unnoticed.

Elrond leaves to get supplies. Elrond comes back. Elrond makes the sleeping draught, every afternoon. Maglor and Maedhros– and plenty of others– drink it without question every evening. They wake up the next morning, and there Elrond is, smiling and asking how they slept.

To most of the Feanorians, who've already started whispering about Elrond's kindness, this doesn't seem strange.

But Maedhros wonders. Maedhros knows that it would be near impossible to tell if the herbal draught had been tampered with. Maedhros knows that many of the herbs around Amon Ereb are poisonous, even lethal. Maedhros knows that the forested lands around Amon Ereb, sick as they are, would gladly shelter Elrond and Elros all the way to Gil-Galad's camp.

Maedhros knows all these things. What he doesn't know is why. Why Elrond stays, why Elrond helps them. And part of him– the part worn down by everything that's already happened to him– is suspicious of that. But he still takes the sleeping draught every night. And Elrond is still there every morning. And Maedhros never quite works up the courage to ask.

[yanyandere]

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smut , some nondescriptive , some descriptive

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Johnny wasn't the same after the bullet.

They said he died on the table for forty-seven seconds. No oxygen. No pulse. Then, a gasp. A miracle, they called it. But when he opened his eyes, Johnny wasn’t all there. Not the same “Soap” who cracked jokes between gunfire or who could recite Shakespeare while stitching a bullet wound shut.

There was a quietness to him now. A sharp, eerie stillness. And horrid mood swings that changed faster than the wind blew. Like something feral was pacing behind his smile.

You met him at a pub on a rain-soaked Thursday. You hadn’t meant to stay long — just one drink, maybe two. He’d clocked you from across the room. Piercing eyes. Buzzed hair. Scars you couldn't stop staring at. And he smiled like he knew you'd come to him eventually.

“Sit with me, pretty thing,” he said, voice soft with a Glaswegian lilt. You did.

You laughed too hard at his deadpan jokes. He liked that. Bought you drinks, then offered to walk you home, heavy jacket slung over your shoulders. The city lights blurred as the streetlamps flickered, and his hand was warm on your lower back.

You didn’t mean to take him home. You weren’t that kind of girl. But he looked so sad when you said goodbye at the door. So tired. So hollow. And you were soft. Soft enough to let him in.

You made tea. He walked around your flat like he owned it.

“Cute place,” he murmured, picking up a trinket from your bookshelf — then dropping it like it didn’t matter. “Suits you.”

You offered him the couch. He took your bed. You told him no. He laughed.

The sun cut through the half-closed blinds in thin, pale slats.

You woke up before him. His arm was draped heavy over your waist, like a lock. You stayed still for a while, heart pounding against your ribs, listening to his breathing — slow. Deep. Asleep, maybe. Hopefully.

You eased out from under his arm like you were defusing a bomb. Each breath shallow. You slid your feet onto the floor, quiet as you could, and tiptoed across the room. Your phone was still dead. You didn’t know where your charger had gone. You’d checked the kitchen last night and it wasn’t there either.

But your keys. Your keys were by the door. If you could just—

“Where you goin’, bonnie?”

His voice stopped you cold. Low. Rough. Still thick with sleep — but laced with something darker.

You turned slowly. He was already out of the bed, shirtless, scarred, eyes locked on you. One second later and he was on you.

You hit the floor with a sickening thud, breath punched from your lungs as your back slammed against the wood. His hand gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Why you tryin’ to leave, bon?” he murmured, mouth close to your cheek. You could smell his breath — warm, coppery, like he bit the inside of his mouth. “We were just gettin’ comfortable.”

“I—I wasn’t—” you stammered, squirming under him. “I was just—needed air—”

“Air?” His grin curled, but his eyes were dead. “You need air from me?”

He didn’t raise his voice. That made it worse. His calm was cold. Measured. A different kind of violence.

“You don’t need to run, sweetheart.” His grip loosened, just slightly, and he ran his thumb down your cheek. “Not from me. I’d never hurt you. Not unless you asked nice.”

You flinched. He noticed.

“Oh,” he cooed, tilting his head. “You’re scared of me now. Is that it?”

“I just—I didn’t think you’d still be here,” you whispered, shame burning hot under your skin. “It was one night.”

His smile faded. Slowly.

“One night,” he repeated. “Right. So I should’ve left. Let you wake up alone. Let some other bastard find you.”

He leaned in. His weight pressed into you. You could feel his pulse against yours.

“I saved you from that, didn’t I?” he whispered. “Took care of you. Fed you. Kept you warm.”

“I didn’t ask you to—”

“You didn’t have to.”

A beat passed. His hand slid down to your throat — not choking, but there. A promise.

“You’re not leavin’,” he said, matter-of-fact. “Neither am I. Not today. Not tomorrow.”

He kissed your forehead.

“Now,” he said softly, “you’re gonna be good, yeah? Be sweet for me.”

And like a fool, like a coward, you nodded.

You stopped keeping track of the days. Time blurred into Johnny’s voice. Into his hands.

He didn’t leave. Not once. Not even to go outside. He told you it wasn’t safe. That there were people out there who’d hurt you. That the city was filthy, full of men who’d take one look at you and ruin you.

"But you're mine," he said. "No one's gonna fuckin' touch you again."

You believed him. Eventually.

Your phone was gone. He said it was broken. Then said you dropped it. Then said he threw it out because it was rotting your brain. You didn’t ask again.

Your meals changed. He measured what you ate. No more snacks. No more sugar. He watched you chew like he was keeping score.

“You’ll thank me later,” he muttered one night, running a hand down your stomach as you lay curled in bed, hollowed out from the meal he called “clean.” “Gotta keep my pretty little thing tight, don’t I?”

He timed your workouts. Told you when to start, when to stop. You’d never cared much about exercise before. Now it was punishment. Now it was praise. When you did it right, he’d kiss your sweat-slicked cheek. When you didn’t, he’d stand behind you in silence, arms crossed, watching until you cried.

And you always cried.

Your clothes vanished. The oversized hoodie you loved — gone. That short skirt you wore to the pub the night you met — burned. Literally. In the sink.

“Slag’s uniform,” he said, eyes glazed as he watched it smolder. “Never wearin’ that again.”

He picked your clothes now. He liked lace and silk. Chokers. Slippers that made no noise when you walked. He said you looked like a doll — porcelain and breakable.

He liked that.

TV? He picked it. Music? He decided. If you tried to read, he’d take the book and toss it. “Don’t need words in your head. Just me.”

And then there was that part. The part you didn’t speak about.

He was soft with you — sometimes. Before. After. During. But sex wasn’t yours anymore. It wasn’t a choice. It was a ritual. A schedule.

When. Where. How.

Sometimes rough. Sometimes sickeningly sweet. Sometimes in the kitchen, bent over the counter before you’d even had coffee. Sometimes in the shower, where his hands held your wrists against the tile and whispered don’t fight, bonnie, just take it.

And you did. You always did.

Because if you didn’t, he’d stop speaking. Stop touching. Stop looking. That silence was worse than bruises.

Worse than anything.

Because in the quiet, you remembered who you were before. And Johnny wouldn’t allow that.

“Forget her,” he’d whisper, hand over your mouth, sweat dripping from his brow as he drove into you with slow, punishing rhythm. “She’s gone, sweetheart. She’s fuckin’ gone. And now you’re mine.”

And maybe she was.

There was a knock at the door. Sharp. Familiar.

Your heart stuttered.

You hadn’t heard that knock in weeks.

You were wearing what Johnny picked out for you that morning — a white camisole and soft pink shorts, no bra. Hair down. Lip gloss he said made you look "fuckin’ edible." He was in the kitchen. Or maybe the hallway. You hadn’t seen him in the last few minutes, but you could feel him. Like static in your bones.

You opened the door just a crack.

“Hey,” your best friend whispered, breathless like she’d run the whole way. “Jesus. I’ve been calling—what the fuck, I’ve been texting—” She stopped, taking you in. The outfit. The gloss. The fake smile.

“You look… different.”

You tried to smile wider. “I’ve been busy.”

She frowned. “Busy? You disappeared. No replies. Your socials are dead. I thought you were—” Her voice cracked. “Can I come in?”

Before you could answer, you felt it. The warmth at your back. The solid weight of him.

Johnny’s arm slid around your waist from behind.

He leaned down, chin resting on your shoulder like he’d always belonged there.

“Hey there, love,” he said to her. Calm. Polite. Voice like silk over broken glass. “Nice of you to stop by.”

Your friend’s eyes widened. “Who’s—?”

“This is John,” you said too quickly. “He’s… staying with me.”

Your friend blinked. “Staying with—? Since when?”

You felt his fingers press slightly harder into your hip.

“Since the night we met,” he said for you.

You swallowed hard. “He’s good to me.”

"Are you okay?" she asked, eyes darting to yours. “Seriously. Just blink or—”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, too fast, too loud.

Johnny chuckled under his breath.

Your friend didn’t move. “Come with me. Just for coffee. Ten minutes. We’ll talk—”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Johnny said, softly. Not a threat — not exactly. Just a fact.

You turned toward her, pulling the door in just a little. “I don’t want to go.”

“Babe—” she tried, voice small.

“I said I’m fine.”

And that was that.

You closed the door before she could respond. The latch clicked like a coffin sealing shut.

You stood there, breath shallow, hand still on the knob.

Behind you, Johnny pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Knew you’d be loyal.”

You didn’t speak. You just stared at the door.

And you didn’t cry. Not yet. Not while he was still behind you.

You waited until he was in a good mood. After dinner. After he’d eaten, after he’d fucked you slow and whispered praise like a prayer in your ear.

You curled up beside him on the couch, head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand stroked absentmindedly through your hair. You felt small. Safe, almost. If you didn’t think too hard.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?”

You hesitated. Just a beat. He felt it — you knew he did. His hand stopped.

“I was thinking… maybe tomorrow, we could go outside.”

Silence.

“Just a walk,” you added quickly, too quickly. “Nothing big. Ten minutes, even. Just around the block. I miss the sun. The air. You could come too— I want you to come.”

Another beat. His hand slid out of your hair. Rested on your hip instead. Firm.

“You miss the sun?” he asked, voice flat.

You nodded, cautious. “I do. I just— I haven’t seen it in so long. I think it’d be good for me. And you could hold my hand the whole time. We don’t even have to talk to anyone—”

“You think I don’t give you enough?” he said, and there it was — the edge. Sharp as wire.

“No—God, no, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“You’ve got food. Clothes. Warm bed. Me.” He sat up a little, pushing you off him like you were just in the way. “And you want to go outside? Risk some cunt lookin’ at you like you’re available? Like you’re not already mine?”

“Johnny, please—”

His hand gripped your face, thumb pressing hard into your cheek, not enough to bruise — but close. His eyes were blank. That same blank.

“You wanna be seen?” he asked quietly. “Is that it? You wanna show off what I fuckin’ own?”

“No,” you whispered, throat dry. “No. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry.” His grip tightened. “You’re still thinkin’ about it. I can see it.”

“I’m not. I swear. I won’t ask again.”

He stared at you for a long time. Then let you go.

“Damn right you won’t.”

You collapsed against the couch when he stood up, knees too shaky to follow. He disappeared into the kitchen, muttering to himself. You thought you heard the click of the drawer. The one with the knives.

The sun didn’t come up the next day. Not really. The blinds stayed shut. The lock on the door clicked twice that morning instead of once.

And you didn’t ask again.

You didn’t mean to say it.

It just slipped out.

You were folding his shirts the way he liked — sleeves perfect, collars straight — and your fingers brushed the edge of the old British Army tee he wore to bed. You looked up at him, standing in the doorway, shirtless, scar gleaming faintly under the soft light of the living room lamp. Right above his temple. A brutal little crescent of pink, where the bullet hadn’t quite killed him.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked, before you could stop yourself. “The scar?”

He froze. Face blank.

The silence was immediate. Sharp.

You panicked.

“I didn’t mean— I just— I remember seeing it the first night and it worries me—”

“Worries you?” he repeated, voice flat. Cold. Like you’d said something dirty.

Your mouth opened. Closed. “Yes.”

He stepped toward you.

You took a step back. Instinct.

He grabbed your wrist, dragged you into the bedroom, the force of it like gravity shifting under your feet. You stumbled, tried to explain, but he didn’t want words.

“You don’t ask about that,” he snarled, throwing you down onto the bed. “You don’t talk about it. You don’t fucking look at it.”

“I didn’t mean—!”

He was already on you. Belt in hand. One hard crack across the back of your thigh. You yelped, fingers knotting in the sheets.

“You think I don’t see the way you stare?” Another hit. “You think you can fix me with your little slag eyes?”

You sobbed. Not from pain. Not entirely. From shame. Confusion.

One more blow. Then silence.

And then — his breathing changed. Slowed. Hitched.

He was still holding your leg down, hand shaking.

“…You said worried,” he whispered.

You blinked through tears. “W-what?”

He let go of the belt. It dropped to the floor like it burned him.

“You were… worried about me?”

You turned your head slowly. He wasn’t looking at you like before. Something broke in him — cracked open and leaking.

“I thought it was ugly,” he muttered, dazed, like he was talking to himself. “I thought it made me look wrong. Like a freak. But you were worried.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

He sank down onto the bed beside you, hand hovering — not touching.

“Say it again.”

You hesitated.

“I was worried about you.”

His hand found your back, trembling.

“…Why?”

Because I used to think you were human. Because part of me still believes there’s something left inside you.

But you don’t say any of that.

“Because I care,” you whisper.

He exhales. Like it hurts.

“You shouldn’t,” he says.

But he kisses your thigh where the belt left a mark anyway.

And you know he’s going to hurt you again. Maybe worse. But for a moment, he’s soft.

And that’s what terrifies you the most.

That night, he barely spoke.

Didn’t drag you by the wrist. Didn’t bark orders.

He just stared.

You were in bed, curled on your side, still sore from the belt. Still aching in ways you couldn’t name. Johnny stood at the edge of the room, shirtless, scar half-lit by the moon through the curtains.

You watched him, silent. Waiting.

When he moved, it was slow. Measured.

He climbed into bed behind you, peeled your shorts down like he was unwrapping something sacred. You opened your mouth to speak — maybe to ask, maybe to beg — but he was already there, already inside you, already moving.

No teasing. No commands.

Just fucking.

It was deep. Intentional. Not rushed — not this time. But not gentle, either. Like he was chasing something. Like he had to make you fall apart.

His hand slid between your legs, fingers practiced, determined. You moaned, body jolting, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t ease up. He whispered filth — what you’d look like dripping, what he wanted to hear when you came. Called you his good girl, his pet, his little doll with the sugar-slick cunt that only he gets to ruin.

You came once, breathless and clinging to the sheets.

He didn’t slow.

“Again,” he growled, sweat slicking his chest as he drove harder. “Gonna get three out of you. Maybe four. Maybe five if I hate myself enough tonight.”

You whimpered his name. He kissed the back of your neck like it hurt him to be soft.

The second orgasm tore through you fast, messy. You were already shaking when he pushed your legs apart again, dragging your hips up into his lap.

“I hurt you,” he murmured. “I always hurt you. All I fuckin’ do. And you still look at me like you care.”

You tried to reach for him — touch his face, his chest — but he caught your wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“I don’t get to finish,” he said, voice flat. “That’s the rule tonight.”

“Johnny—”

“You want me to cum?” His laugh was bitter, broken. “You want the freak with a hole in his head to cum with you like he’s normal?”

Your heart cracked.

You opened your mouth to answer — but then you were coming again. A third time. Harder. Raw.

He watched the way your eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open.

And still — he didn’t let go. Didn’t let himself finish.

Even as his hips stuttered. Even as he bit down on your shoulder to keep from screaming.

When it was over, he collapsed beside you, breathing ragged.

Silent.

You reached for him. He let you, this time.

Let you hold him.

Let you whisper, “thank you...”

And he didn’t reply. But his hand found yours in the dark. Gripped it like a lifeline.

Like he was scared of floating too far.

You woke up to the sound of keys. Real ones. The front door.

Johnny stood above you with his jacket in one hand and your shoes in the other. The ones you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Up,” he said.

You blinked, dazed. “What—?”

“You’re going outside.”

It took you a full five seconds to move. Then you scrambled to your feet, breath caught in your throat. He held out the shoes. You reached for them, but he didn’t let go right away. His grip stayed firm.

“You been good lately, haven’t you?” he murmured, eyes on yours. “Didn’t ask again. Didn’t whine. That’s what I like, pet.”

You nodded quickly. “Yes. I’ve been good.”

A smile tugged at his mouth — lazy, sharp. Dangerous.

“See? You get it now.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “You get rewarded when you don’t beg like a bitch.”

You flushed. Shamed. A little sick. A little proud. You didn’t know which part of you felt what anymore.

Outside, the world was louder than you remembered. Brighter. Wind scraped against your skin like it hated you for leaving.

Johnny never let go of your hand. His grip was bruising.

You walked two blocks. Past a bakery. A flower stall. People. People. They smiled as they passed. One man looked at you twice. Johnny squeezed your fingers so hard your knuckles cracked.

“Let’s head back, yeah?” he said through clenched teeth.

You didn’t argue. You nodded like it was your idea.

Back home, the silence slammed over you like a door. You kicked your shoes off neatly. Looked at him. Waited.

He stepped in close. Close enough to smell the leather of his jacket.

“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing hair from your face. “That’s how this works. You obey, you get a little taste of fresh air. A little sunlight.”

He cupped your chin.

“Next time,” he said, “if you really earn it… maybe I’ll let you sit outside alone. Wouldn’t that be sweet?”

Your eyes burned.

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Say thank you.”

“…Thank you, Johnny.”

He smiled.

Then he kissed you hard — bruising, breath-stealing — and you knew your reward was over. The leash pulled tight again.

And you were back where you belonged.

It was raining.

Not hard — just the kind of soft, constant drizzle that made the walls feel closer. Time slower. The flat smelled like garlic and onions and steam from the pot he stirred with methodical focus.

You watched him from the kitchen doorway, bare feet on cold tile. He hadn’t noticed you yet.

His scar was visible in the kitchen light, a pale seam above his ear where skin met ruin. You thought of that night again. The belt. The whispered you were worried. The way he hadn’t let himself come.

And something broke open in you.

Not out of fear. Not obedience.

Something smaller. Realer.

You stepped closer. Slow. Careful.

Wrapped your arms around him from behind.

Your cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, arms looping under his. A quiet hug. No words.

You felt him go still.

Utterly, completely still.

The spoon clinked against the edge of the pot and dropped. He didn’t pick it up.

“You okay?” you whispered against his spine.

Silence.

His hands were still at his sides.

“I wanted to,” you said softly. “That’s all. I just… wanted to feel you.”

Still nothing.

But then — slowly, like something ancient learning movement — he turned in your arms.

His eyes were unreadable. He looked down at you like you were speaking a language he hadn’t heard in years. One he wasn’t sure he believed in anymore.

“You…” he started, then stopped. His jaw tightened. “You don’t have to fake that. I’m not fuckin’ stupid.”

“I’m not faking.”

Your voice was steady. Honest.

His hand came up. Hesitated. Then settled gently on the back of your head.

And for a second — one long, impossible second — he melted.

Let you hold him. Let you press your face into his chest. Let the kitchen and the rain and the outside world fade.

Then, just as fast, it shifted.

His grip on your hair tightened — not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who he was.

“You do this again without permission,” he said softly, “and I’ll fuckin’ ruin you.”

You nodded against his chest. “Okay.”

But he didn’t let go.

And he didn’t move away.

Not until the pasta burned.

She showed up at your door like a ghost from another life.

A knock. Firm, fast. The way she used to knock when she brought cheap wine and gossip. You froze, dish towel in hand, pulse skipping hard.

Johnny was in the living room.

He looked up from the couch, face unreadable. Then—slowly—he nodded.

“Answer it, pet.”

You opened the door.

There she was. Same eyes. Same concern. Same disbelief as she looked you over.

“…Hey,” she said. Soft. Suspicious.

You smiled too wide. “Hey. Sorry I haven’t called. Things’ve been… hectic.”

She glanced past you.

Johnny stood just inside the hallway now. Barefoot. Shirtless. His scar caught the light like a warning.

“Hi,” she said to him carefully.

He just nodded. Didn’t smile. Didn’t move.

You stepped aside. “Wanna come in?”

You weren’t sure which of you was more surprised when he didn’t say no.

She stepped in slowly, like the floor might bite her.

“Place looks clean,” she murmured, glancing around. “New decor?”

“Johnny’s idea,” you chirped. “He’s got… good taste.”

You could feel him watching you. Heat behind your spine. Like a wolf breathing down your neck.

She sat on the edge of the couch. “You’ve lost weight.”

You forced a giggle. “Been working out. Clean eating and stuff.”

Her eyes didn’t move from yours. “You okay?”

You nodded, too fast. “Yeah. Yeah, really.”

Johnny moved to the arm of the couch, leaning against it casually—but his eyes were locked on you. Burning. Daring.

Your friend looked between the two of you. “You… sure?”

“I’ve never been better,” you said brightly. “Really.”

Johnny’s voice slid in like a knife.

“She’s thriving. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You looked at him.

Your mouth said, “Yes.”

Your eyes said, Please.

And your friend?

She saw it. Just a flicker. A tremor in your smile.

She stood. “Right. I should, um. Let you get back to it.”

You followed her to the door, heart pounding.

“Text me,” she said, too quiet.

“I will.”

“You promise?”

You nodded. “Of course.”

She glanced past you one more time—at Johnny, who hadn’t moved.

Who hadn’t blinked.

Then she stepped into the hallway.

And suddenly Johnny was there, closing the door behind her.

Locked it.

Turned to you slowly.

You were already backing up when he said, “Three minutes.”

You swallowed.

“I gave you three whole fuckin’ minutes to pretend.”

You frowned.

Not the kind of expression Johnny liked to see.

It wasn’t bratty. It wasn’t scared. It was confused.

“I wasn’t pretending,” you said quietly. “I meant it. I don’t know why she didn’t believe me.”

Johnny’s eyes didn’t soften. If anything, they sharpened — like your confusion was an insult. Like it made him angry that you couldn’t see what he saw.

“You think that makes it better?”

You opened your mouth.

He was already dragging you by the wrist.

Down the hall. Into the bedroom. You didn’t fight him — but your chest was tight, breath shaky, not from fear exactly, but from not understanding.

You didn’t want to leave.

So why did she look at you like you were a victim?

The door slammed. The lock clicked.

His hand was already in your hair, pushing you down onto the bed.

“You wanna act like you’re mine?” he growled, voice rough and ragged as he yanked your panties down. “Then you take it like mine. Don’t pout like some kicked puppy.”

You gasped when his fingers came down hard — not soft, not teasing, but mean.

A hard pinch to your clit that made you jerk, whimper.

“No—Johnny—!”

He didn’t stop.

He rolled the sensitive nub between two fingers, cruel and tight. “She looked at me like I fuckin’ chained you to the radiator,” he spat. “And you looked at her like you were confused. Like you missed her.”

“I didn’t—! I swear—!”

Another pinch. A twist. Your thighs shook.

“Then prove it. Say who you belong to.”

“You, Johnny—!”

“Say who's this is.”

He slapped your inner thigh. Another tug. You sobbed.

“Yours! It’s yours!”

He spread you open, spit on you, fingers coming down again — quick, sharp flicks to your clit that made your back arch and tears spring to your eyes. Over and over. Burning. Overloading.

“Too much—Johnny, please—!”

He didn’t stop.

“I need you,” you cried. “I love you—!”

That made him pause.

Just a second.

His hand still between your legs. Breathing hard.

He leaned down, mouth at your ear, voice like gravel and heat.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Say it while I break you.”

He slid two fingers inside you while the other hand tormented your clit again. Fast. Ruthless. Overstimulating. Your body jolting under him, every nerve on fire.

You were sobbing when you came — a raw, cracked sound that didn’t sound like a word.

And still, he didn’t let up.

“I said again.”

“I—I love you—!”

His lips pressed to your temple, soft and strange in contrast to the way he worked you over.

You’d never felt more owned.

More kept.

More honest.

You didn’t remember when the pain stopped.

Just the warmth.

The slow drag of a wet cloth between your legs, gentle. Careful. His touch finally light, reverent almost, as he cleaned you up.

Your breath came in tiny shivers. Brain fogged. Muscles loose. Eyes barely open.

You didn’t think you could move even if you wanted to.

Johnny sat beside you on the edge of the bed, tucking a blanket around your thighs. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing sweat-matted hair away from your face.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, voice like honey, like a balm. “Took it so well, didn’t you?”

Your lips parted. You leaned into the touch without thinking. Nodded slowly, cheek pressing into his palm.

“Mhm…”

He chuckled low in his chest. “All that crying. All that noise. But you needed it, didn’t you?”

You blinked up at him, eyes unfocused. “Needed you.”

His smile was soft. But his words weren’t.

“Needed me to remind you what a needy little thing you are. Can’t think without me, yeah?”

You nodded again, dreamily.

“Can’t keep yourself clean. Can’t cum right without bein’ slapped stupid. You like that, don’t you? Like bein’ put in your place.”

Something in you fluttered.

Not fear.

Not shame.

Something… warm.

You let out a tiny whimper and nuzzled closer. His hand stroked down your arm, your side, his palm settling on your hip.

“You’re precious like this,” he cooed. “All broken open. Mind quiet. Good for nothin’ but takin’ what I give you.”

You didn’t notice the words. Not really.

Just the tone.

You melted into it, clinging to every soft edge.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, sweetheart?” he asked, all mock-surprise.

“For… for taking care of me.”

His smile grew — sharp and full of teeth.

“Always, pet. I’ll take real good care of you.”

And you believed him.

Even if your body ached.

Even if your heart did, too.

Because it was the first time he ever held you after.

And somehow, that made everything feel like love.

You woke before the alarm.

Eyes open, lashes heavy. The ache between your legs bloomed the second you shifted — sore, stretched, raw in places only he ever touched.

But you didn’t wince.

You smiled.

It wasn’t happiness. Not quite.

It was clarity.

You knew what to do.

You slipped from under the blankets quietly, careful not to wake him. Johnny’s arm twitched on the mattress beside you, his breath steady, deep. You paused for a second to look at him — the scar on his temple, the mess of his hair, the muscles beneath the sheet — then you padded barefoot to the kitchen.

He liked things clean.

Precise.

So you followed the recipe exactly.

One egg, over medium. Two slices of toast, not buttered — drizzled with olive oil. Tomatoes pan-seared in the same pan until blistered. A single slice of bacon. Never two. He didn’t like “greedy portions.”

You ate standing at the counter.

Half a piece of toast. No toppings. One tomato. Water, not juice. You didn’t need the same kind of food he did. You’d earned different things.

He made sure of that.

You had it all plated by the time you heard him rise.

The door creaked open behind you. His footsteps slow. Heavy.

You turned, plate already in hand.

“Good morning,” you said softly.

He blinked.

Took in the food. The spotless counters. You — wearing what he liked, the little pale robe he’d picked out and told you not to cover up.

He sat down without a word.

You placed the plate in front of him. Napkin. Cutlery. Perfect.

You didn’t sit.

You stood by the side of the table, hands clasped in front of you, watching him take his first bite.

His brow lifted, just a little.

“You remember the oil.”

“I remember everything.”

A beat.

His tongue dragged across his bottom lip. He chewed slowly. Swallowed.

Then he looked up at you.

“You always this obedient when you’re sore?”

You nodded once, eyes low.

“I want to be good.”

A pause.

“You’re getting there,” he murmured.

And for the first time, he offered something: a piece of tomato, speared on the edge of his fork, held out like a prize.

You leaned in. Took it from his hand.

Chewed.

Swallowed.

Smiled.

It started that evening.

You were folding laundry, his shirts crisp and lined up in perfect little rows on the bed, when he came up behind you — wrapped an arm around your waist and spoke against your ear.

“Y’know, pet,” he murmured, “You’ve been so good, I think it’s time we make it official.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. You didn’t need to.

By morning, your days had rules.

Rituals.

A quiet set of commandments written in Johnny’s voice, carved into your brain like a holy text.

Wake before six. You wore only what he picked the night before — laid out at the foot of the bed like a uniform. Something sheer. Something short. Something soft.

Breakfast made and served by six-thirty. He’d eat first. You only ate what he allowed after he was done — his leftovers, sometimes. A single egg. A bite of bacon. Your hunger became a test.

Clean the flat, every corner. But not robotically — lovingly. He wanted to see effort. Pride. Gratitude.

Midday check-in. If he wasn't at the flat, he expected a photo. A voice message. Something that proved you were home, obedient, still his.

Workout by four. The routine he picked. Push-ups. Squats. You counted out loud, breathy and strained. If you missed a rep, he’d make you start again. Shirtless. On video.

Dinner by six-thirty. The same care, the same portions. If he liked it, you got a kiss. If not, the plate went in the bin and you didn’t eat.

Kneel by eight. Naked. Waiting for him in the living room like clockwork. Quiet. Ready.

Every minute accounted for.

Every moment designed to mold you tighter to his shape.

You didn’t fight it.

You thrived under it.

It felt safe.

Structure. Purpose. Proof.

By the end of the week, you weren’t checking the rules anymore — they lived in your spine.

You’d say, “Did I do good, Johnny?”

And he’d smile.

Run his thumb along your jaw.

“You’re gettin’ perfect, pet.”

And that meant everything.

You didn’t expect a reward.

You never asked for them.

You just… wanted him to be proud.

So when Johnny came home and saw the floor scrubbed spotless, the candles lit just the way he liked, and you—kneeling by the bed in the soft lace slip he’d mentioned was his favorite once in passing—he stopped in the doorway and stared.

Eyes heavy. Breathing slow.

“Christ, pet.”

You looked up at him. Glowing.

“I just… wanted to show you,” you whispered. “That I’m yours.”

His expression shifted. Not a smile. Something darker. Deeper.

“You’ve been more than mine.”

He stepped closer.

“You’ve been perfect.”

You felt your heart flutter. Hips rocking instinctively where you knelt. “I want to be.”

He pulled you to your feet—no resistance—and pressed you to the bed, soft and slow, like you were made of glass.

Not like punishment.

Not like the cruel claiming he gave you when you disobeyed.

This was different.

He kissed you.

Really kissed you.

And when he pulled back, he whispered, “Think you’ve earned something special tonight.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Special?”

He tugged his belt loose. Dropped it beside the mattress. Pulled his boxers down with his pants—bare. Hard.

“No rubber.”

Your breath caught.

Your thighs twitched.

He smirked when he saw the way your pupils blew wide.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “God, yes.”

He ran his hand over your lower belly. Pressed down, just a little.

“You’re ready to carry me, yeah?”

Your breath stuttered.

You weren’t sure if he meant emotionally. Physically.

But the thought made your spine melt.

You nodded.

“Please.”

His hand cupped your face.

“Good girl.”

He pushed inside slow—and raw.

No barrier.

No filter.

Just skin to skin.

And it was different.

Hotter. Deeper. More final.

You gasped, gripping at his shoulders, your body already trembling around him.

“You feel that?” he murmured. “That’s me. Givin’ you everything.”

You whimpered.

“I trust you,” you said again, tears pricking your lashes.

And he smiled.

But it wasn’t soft.

It was triumphant.

“Then take it all,” he growled. “Take every fuckin’ drop. You're gonna look so pretty stuffed full of me.”

You didn’t say no.

You couldn’t.

You only wrapped your legs around him tighter.

Because if this was love—

You wanted to drown in it.

It started small.

You didn’t even realize it, at first.

Your usual breakfast—the half piece of toast, maybe an egg—made your stomach churn. The smell of bacon had you pressing a fist to your mouth and bolting to the sink.

Johnny caught you that morning, bent over, trembling.

He just rubbed your back, quiet. Didn’t tease you. Didn’t scold.

And for once—he let you eat more.

He didn’t say why.

Just served you bland rice and banana slices, set the plate on your lap, and said, “Eat up, pet. You need it.”

You blinked at him.

“You're… letting me?”

He knelt beside you, ran his hand over your belly like it was something his.

“Not letting you,” he murmured. “Telling you.”

The next few weeks passed in a haze of nausea, cravings, and fatigue.

Your thighs grew softer. Your face a little rounder.

You dropped the laundry once—dizzy—and he didn’t snap.

Didn’t punish you.

He just carried you to the bed, tucked you in, whispered, “That’s alright, bonnie. You’re doin’ so well.”

Then you missed your period.

Once.

Twice.

You said nothing. You couldn’t.

Some part of you knew.

And you weren’t ready to know.

But he was.

Johnny came home with a bag from the pharmacy one evening, placed it on the bathroom counter like it was a gift.

“Go on,” he said, voice gentle, but not optional.

You stared at the box. Pregnant. Not pregnant.

Two lines.

One.

You touched the plastic with trembling fingers. “Johnny…”

“You’ve been feelin’ different, yeah?” he murmured, stepping behind you, his hand sliding over your stomach from behind. “Tired. Nauseous.”

You didn’t answer.

He kissed your neck, slow and firm.

“S’not just you anymore, pet. You’re carryin’ me now.”

You let out a soft, broken sound.

“I—if I am, I—”

“You will be.” His voice went low. Serious. “Took you raw. Filled you up like you’re meant to be filled.”

You looked in the mirror.

His arms wrapped around your waist. His chin on your shoulder. His hands over your belly.

You didn’t see yourself anymore.

You just saw his.

[chanelle-lize]

I used to have a really hard time bringing up the fact that I graduated from high school a year late without feeling the need to explain why and insisting that it wasn't my fault while simultaneously kicking myself for how much I sounded like I was just making excuses for something I should take responsibility for.

Then I watched Dimension 20's "The Seven" and suddenly I could simply say that I was a super senior.

The first time I heard the phrase "super senior" was in reference to Antiope Jones, a Black girl who had been held back a year after getting kidnapped and imprisoned by members of a fundamentalist cult, and like, girl, same.

So, since then, instead of anxiously spinning out any time I tried to tell a personal high school anecdote, I could just say I was a super senior, and then my brain would auto complete that statement with "like Antiope Jones" and I'd feel good about myself because Antiope Jones Is That Bitch.

That's what the problem had been the whole time. I wasn't worried about how other people would perceive me; I had been struggling with how I perceived myself.

Thanks, Aabria.

[angevinyaoiz]

Patrochilles x Troilus

A goofy scenario I’ve had in my head where instead of getting Super Murdered Troilus just gets kidnapped and this causes lots of problems and annoyances for everyone. Take notes folks, remember to do ur research and consult ur partner before impulsively attempting to add a new member to ur shared harem…

[b2geeta]

Perfidious Hero

Izuku Midoriya x Quirkless Fem Reader Warning⚠: Abusive behavior, noncon, gas lighting, slight violence, dark Izuku Midoriya, female anatomy reader, yandere Izuku Midoriya, kidnapped reader, Pro Hero Deku

Description: Izuku Midoriya has trouble controlling his quirk and strength when he is angry. You running away was the last thing he needed to deal with today...you will learn that the hard way.

You didn't bother wearing shoes. The dirt and concrete didn't matter in this situation, matter of fact, you were happy to actually feel the earth beneath you once again. Even if it was slightly painful to feel sharp pebbles stab the soles of your feet, the adrenaline made you appreciate the pain. The adrenaline also kept you running while you your lungs pleaded for a break. A couple people looked at you bewildered, but you don't have the chance to care because he could be returning back to the apartment any moment, or he could be patrolling the area, either way, you were not gonna take the chance of being caught.

When was the last time that you were outside? Maybe about 3 weeks ago. You don't even know what street you are on, but you have the layout memorized in your mind from the countless times you watched people walk to and from it. The corner you were approaching was the end of your mental map, what lies beyond that? Hopefully a damn pro hero or police officer. All you know is that as soon as you get the chance to, you're going to do everything in your power to put Pro Hero Izuku Midoriya under the fucking jail. The thought of that monster locked up, his public image ruined makes you feel a sense of relief, even safety. Everyone should know how deranged their favorite "Underdog Hero" is. He acts like hardworking, youthful hero that could do no evil, but really he is a chronically online man who spends his free time lurking on news articles and writing blogs about heroes and villains. The worst part is that you aren't even a hero OR villain. You're just a random civilian who happened to witness him tweak out in an alley way on your way to work. You never made it to work that day.

The corner turn you hit was sharp. Your shoulder even hit the brick exterior of the building as you moved. But before you could even muster a yelp of pain or even a curse, you stilled in your tracks. That green suit was an obstacle you prayed you wouldn't encounter. His back was facing you, engaged with some lower ranking hero who possibly was on patrol. You did not care to think about whatever Midoriya was doing, you just swiftly turned back around the way you came, and crossed the street. Maybe if you go into a store or an alley way and wait for him to pass by you can make a break for it...right? Everything would be okay, right? Then why is your legs shaking, and why does your throat sting?

"I'm scared," is all you can mumble as you try for the nearest exit. "Oh god, I'm scared."

There's no stores, but there is a small alley way you can hide in. There's a dumpster with a couple bags of trash piled around it. Perfect. You feel ashamed that you are willing to hide between bags of trash, but pride means nothing to you right now. You just squeeze your eyes close and try to still your breathing. The people passing by fills you with a sense of hope.

If he does somehow find me, I can just scream for help. That calms you slightly, but only for a second.

"This is how I end my fucking day at work," your body freezes. Your gaze sees the green hero suit, this time it is in the alley way facing you. "I'm walking home tired from saving people all day, only for someone to tell me that they think there's someone hurt in the alleyway...and it's you." Midoriya's voice quietly fills with rage the more he stands there looking at you hiding in trash.

"I-." you just open your mouth to scream. The idea of you alerting people nearby died when a gloved hand crosses your cheek. The pain from it makes you yelp. But he doesn't even give you time to make another sound because he cracks another slap across your face, and another, and another. All you can do is cry in pain. Can anyone see him hitting you? Does anyone care to ask what's going on? Pushing through the pain, you fix to scream again, and pained sound muffled behind the Hero Deku's hand. No amount of hitting and biting makes him pull his hand away. If you had a quirk, you would've used it on him.

The moments after happened fast. He pulls you out of the trash, hand still on your mouth, and picks you up. You struggle, which makes him squeeze your face with the hand that's covering your mouth. You know that once you leave this alleyway, the chances of you ever being free again is gone, so you fight with everything you can muster, but there isn't much you can do against a prime hero. All it does is make him lean into you ear and whisper threats.

"When we get back home, you're gonna wish you weren't fucking quirkless." This doesn't hurt your feelings, but it does scare you enough for you to stop your struggles for a second. And a second is all he needs to use One For All to jump up the walls and onto buildings back to his apartment balcony. He sees the open glass door and the tied together sheets.

"So you ruined my All Might sheets too," his lips presses together, "Now you're really going to get it." He walks into his front room, and exhales. You weren't exactly clean when you tore his sheets apart to make a rope. The anger evident on his face made you shrink into yourself. Midoriya brings you to his All Might decorated bathroom and drops you into the shower. "You smell like garbage." He turns the water on for the shower, watching your clothes get drenched. You grit your teeth at the cold water, humiliated.

"Stop it." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Take your clothes off." His voice is flat.

"Please just stop this-," The heroes gloved hand yanks at your clothes, taking what little freedom and safety that you had left. His hero suit starts to soak with water and he shreds your clothes off your crying form. He only stops when he sees that you have nothing left covering you. He grabs a bottle of soap and pours it onto your body, the suds quickly disappearing under the water.

"Hiding in trash like that, ripping my All Might sheets and dirtying my living room; you must've really wanted to make me mad." The shower shuts off, and he grabs your arm, yanking you to his bedroom, you know what that means. Izuku Midoriya had a weird hobby. He liked to fanboy over heroes and villains even though he is a Pro Hero himself. His hobby did not only stop there, you discovered soon after he first kidnapped you that he got off to making you dress up, or even cosplay as his fellow colleagues that had hero costumes he found attractive. Sometimes he made you dress as his favorite anime or video game character. Either way, watching him jerk off to you dressed in outfits you would never dare to wear yourself disturbed you.

You're confused. He isn't digging through his closet looking for clothes to make you wear, and he isn't sitting on the edge of his bed janking his dick while dropping random knowledge of the person you're cosplaying as. He is on top of you, hands gripping your bare chest with an intense look in his eyes.

"You should've stayed home while I was working. I would've just made you dress as Mysteria and called it a day. But you had to make me mad, you had to ruin my belongings. Look, there aren't even sheets on my fucking bed." Midoriya starts to ramble more to himself than you. "I really wasn't going to do this to you until you came around more, but you're just so stubborn. I felt bad for what I did, but now I see that you deserve to be treated this way. Maybe I did justice by taking you off the streets." You don't what to think, you just push at his body, his muscles twitch underneath your fingers. Whimpers and cries and pleas do nothing to stop his hand from pinching your nipples. It wasn't unusual for him to grope you when he masturbated, but his hard dick pressing against your stomach was a line he never crossed before.

"I've been wanting to see what it felt like to be inside a girl," he mutters as he stops his groping to undress out of his uniform. "You really did happen to show up at the right time." His hands now bare, were making their way to your naked cunt. His middle finger slides between your slit. There was barely any wetness at all, and if you were honest, you did feel slightly aroused whenever he dressed you up and jerked off to you, but this is something completely different.

"Please, I'll buy you new sheets, I'll do whatever you want just please don't do this." You were ignored.

"Not even wet, you're lucky I'm being so considerate, because I really just want to put it in now and make you regret what you did." Lube pours all over your lower half. The cold from it makes your body flinch, but the impact of his finger shoving its way inside you cause you to cry out in discomfort. "It's warm." The face Midoriya makes causes your stomach to churn, he looks utterly focused on fingering you as if this is a new hero he discovered. You can tell he is starting to fixate on your vagina, and this scares you. Another finger is added, you grunt. His inexperienced hand pushes in and out of you, the lube dripping down your ass and onto the bed. He pulls his fingers out and starts lubing up his dick. You take this as a chance to try and and run, but unfortunately, he is always faster. One hand on your throat, and another holding his cock, the tip pushes into you. It stings. Doing anything you can to make him stop, you scream and kick. That doesn't matter to Midoriya, he just pushes his fat cock into your pussy and starts thrusting without a care in a world. He gives low grunts and huffs.

"Fuck, ngh, I should've done this way sooner." He tightens his grip around your throat as he fuck your pussy. The stretch of his dick makes you cry, but it's bearable because of the lube. You don't want to admit it, but it feels slightly good. Each thrust jolts your body, your hips now being grabbed by both hands. He doesn't care that you can't keep up with his pace. He just speeds up, slamming into your body with hella force. The sound of skin slapping makes you feel humiliated. "Yeah, mh, just lay there and take my cock," he doesn't allow you to have any pride, he fucks that too. Your entire body flushes, you feel warm. If anyone were to find out what he has been doing to you, you would never be able to live normally. He knows this.

"If I get you pregnant, I can just tell everyone we are planning for a family, nh, fuck- I'll even marry you."

"W-what?! Oh god, no, please, no, why are you doing this to me?!" You're kicking, screaming and crying. You pull his hair, his head yanking downwards towards your chest. This does nothing to stop him from filling you up. Cum oozes out your pussy as he pulls out. Your grip on his hair drops as you lay there, stunned. The back of your throat dry, and your face is stained with tears and sweat.

[notawheelwalker]

None of the IC were aware of feysand’s death pact, which is the main reason they did what Rhysand ordered and didn’t tell Feyre that her pregnancy would be fatal. They don’t care about her outside of who she is to him. If he was willing to step aside and let his mate die while birthing the heir to his court, they didn’t care either.

[poly-yandere-lovers]

Yantober, Day 2

WARNING: Spider, kidnapping, drugging

Author's Note: Find the Yantober writing challenge here!

Tag: none

You fight the thick, sticky ropes that's caught you. You and your colleagues flew out to the jungle to observe the animals there. You'd wandered too far from the group and you're certain you've attracted some sort of predator while trying to get back.

The glimpses you caught of this thing is nothing like any creature you know of. It's easily 8 feet tall, a hulking thing with several eyes that glow in the dim light. Who knows what it'd do to you, if it caught you?

The foliage crashes and shakes. "What have I caught this tiiiimme?~" A loud, rough, hissing sort of voice sings as they trample through the bushes. "Hello?! Please, help me!!" You call, trying to rip away from the ropes. Maybe they'll get you out? You hope they will. "Oh, I've finally caught you, my dear!" They sound ecstatic. They're frantically crashing through the plants to get to you, now.

Finally? Finally caught you??

You're stuck between relief, fear and confusion. What do they mean, caught? And my dear? You don't recognize their voice at all.

You don't get anymore time to logic it out before they come scrambling out from the brush. The first thing you notice about them is that they're lacking human legs. Their bottom half is made up of a giant black spider. Their legs are as thick as yours. Their torso is built like a masculine greek statue; chiseled abs, big pecs and smooth skin. They're about 8 feet tall.

You gasp as you look at their eyes. Those eyes...! They have 8 eyes in total; Two where a human's eyes are, two where their eyebrows should be and the other four under their human-eyes. They light up when they see you. "My dearest human!! I've found you at last!" They scuttle to you and snatch you from the ropes. The spider-creature hugs you tightly, "I've been dreaming of your face for years, dear. Now, I can finally hug you, touch you." They nuzzle into you. "Dreaming of me? What are you talking about??" You start struggling against their grip. "Stop that," They warn. Their hold doesn't lessen. "But what about my colleagues? My friends back home? My family??"

"None of those other humans matter, dearest. I've taken care of those that were holding you hostage already," They hiss against your skin. "H-hostage?! No!! I work with them! Let me go, right now!"

The spider-person sighs, "They've corrupted your mind. They don't care about you." You try to argue with them, but they aren't listening anymore. You try to pull out of their arms. "Stop. That. This is your last warning," They growl. You finally notice that you aren't where you were when you were caught. "Where are you taking me?" You ask, voice quivering slightly.

"Home, where you belong," They explain with a smile.

"H-home?"

"Yes! Far, far away from the filth of this awful world."

Ice fills your veins as you realize that you're going deeper into the jungle. You start kicking and flailing in desperation. A strong hand grabs your neck and forces you closer to the spider-person's face. Their mouth is opening, revealing sharp teeth and long fangs. They bite into your neck, you feel fluid rush into your bloodstream. They pull back as quick as they bit. "Behave," They growl. It hits almost immediately. Fog fills your mind and dark spots cloud your vision.

[starleska]

if it weren't obvious, this absolute freak has captivated me. Butter Roll Cookie is out here creating doughy abominations like the Amalgamates from Undertale without an ounce of guilt. ...but he's gorgeous, so he gets a pass 😂💖

[zu-is-here]

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Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog