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a/n: hey y'all! it's been a wild year but I finally finished this damn fic 😭the original collab was cancelled, but I was already almost finished so I'm posting it anyway! thank you to everyone who wanted to be added to the tag list and who supports my writing, I was actually shocked at how many followers I gain during this inactive period <3 I hope you all enjoy and it was worth the wait!!
“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Johnny chided as the poor bastard who didn’t pay his dues was thrown at his feet. “Nice to see you again, old timer.”
The grimy little shit managed to evade the commission for months now, but they finally caught him in his usual alley trying his cheap cons.
“Listen, junior.” The older man said between gasps, “I’ve been around this town since before you were born. Just because daddy isn’t here-” He was cut off with a swift blow to the jaw by one of the burly men that dragged him in there.
“You’re right my guy- he isn’t here.” Johnny said before his grin fell from his face into an icy glare. He leaned forward, his tone now dangerous. “So I’d watch your fucking mouth if I were you.”
The con man spit out a tooth, “You can’t treat me like this! I’ve been too loyal to your father for too long!” He seethed.
Johnny’s grin returned to his features before he leaned back in his chair. “Oh, I beg to differ, old man. We know you’ve been taking clients out from under us to run your stupid little scams.” The old man’s eyes went wide with dread at the realization. “So,” Johnny continued. “This is just a little precaution to make sure you remember who you’re loyal to.” With that, Johnny gave a quick nod to the guard beside him who started towards the con man with a blade in hand, while the two bouncers grabbed him before he could run.
“NO! Please! We can talk this out- I swear I’ll never do it again!” He pleaded. Johnny’s face was like stone, unblinking.
“One finger should be enough” He told his men casually, lifting the glass to his lips to finish off his wine.
“Hey y/n!” You turned to see one of your best friends running to catch up with you. “Hey!” you greeted her as she caught up to you. “You ready for club day?” She asked, chipper as always. “It’s the only thing I like about starting a new semester.” You smiled at her, Momo had always been able to cheer you up, no matter how foul your mood was from lack of sleep.
“I think so, this year is probably going to be the biggest ever. There’s more femme students than ever this year, so it finally won’t be a just a giant frat rush.” Momo laughed at your comment.
“Thank god.” She sighed. You both giggled while walking arm and arm to class in the cold autumn air.
That’s when you heard the screeching of tires in the front of the school. What a jackass. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you turned your head to see the same shiny, black Audi R8 come to a stop in one of the priority parking spots. The door swung open and a tall, broad man stepped out. He turned around to shut the door, swinging his Dior bag over his shoulder as he did. He wore a black turtleneck and adjusted his leather jacket that he layered over it before pushing back the strands of black hair that hung in his eyes. You stayed glued in your spot, scowling at him and trying to make your distaste for his obnoxious entrance as noticeable as possible. You noticed he caught your gaze and lifted his shades to meet eyes with you.
“What’s the matter, Miss President? Didn’t think you’d be so pissy this early in the morning.” Johnny said with a shit-eating grin.
You let out an incredulous laugh. “This isn’t a fucking car meet Suh, quit being such a jackass.” Johnny’s eyes glinted with delight at your annoyance.
“Sure thing, dollface.” He sent you a wink before turning his attention to his guy friends who no doubt also had trust funds. God, I fucking hate him.
“You let him get to you so easy, y/n” Momo laughed as you shot daggers at the back of his stupid head.
“I’m the only one who seems to discipline him. Somebody has to remind him that he isn’t the center of the universe.” You grumbled lowly, watching him laugh it up with his little rich boy friends. “As long as I’m around, he’s not going to have it so easy.” You said before you and Momo started back in the direction of class again.
You hated to admit it, but Johnny always got under your skin- even his very presence irks you to no end. Sure he was a cocky asshole who made it a point to give you hell, but it was more than that. He comes from money, and the privilege that comes with it is what really gets to you. You know he’s a good student, but you also know he could have just as easily bought his spot here too. You had to fight tooth and nail to get here, facing more obstacles than most of these trust fund babies could ever dream of- obstacles that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. Still, here you are at the top of your class, beating them all out as the student council president, and being very well-respected in doing it.
Deep down though, what really bothers you the most is that- well, he’s ridiculously hot (not that you would ever give him the satisfaction of admitting it). You also try to forget that there had been one or two times you rubbed one out while thinking of him. It was almost a bit unnerving how much of a sweetheart he was to all of the professors and administration, and they adored him. It only made your distaste for him seem all the more unjustified to everyone else. He could turn on all the charm, the politeness, and the charisma to fool anyone into thinking he was an absolute angel. They never saw the cheeky grins, the snide comments, and the never-ending list of girls he left on read.
The odd part was nobody really knew his private life. He would come to parties- sometimes even host them in his obnoxiously luxurious bachelor pad- but besides that it seemed like he kept everything else hidden. It was like even those he hung out with the most didn’t know who he was as a person since he never let anyone in beyond just superficial relationships.
Not like you could really judge- considering your...unique situation.
“Midterms review is next week, everyone. We will be covering chapters 1-5 in your text. See you all Tuesday.” Your economics professor announced to the class as everyone shuffled about to leave. You were particularly eager to get out of there today since your had to run straight to work. It was your first week so you couldn’t afford to be late. You pulled your coat over your shoulders and slung your bag over your arm, walking into the brisk evening air. It was twilight, and the campus sort of felt like a tiny little bubble of stillness compared to the controlled chaos that was NYC.
Luckily the nearest subway station was just outside campus, and within a minute you were plunged into the concrete jungle. You made your way to your platform to hop on the A train down to Tribeca, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city. You made your ascent up the stairs to street level, seeing the familiar streets flooded with flashing lights. Turning down the usually alley, you entered a building through the back entrance.
The scene you encountered you still needed to get used to. Half-naked people bustled about the locker room, getting ready for tonight. There was an air of anticipation since it was Friday night and everyone was expecting to make a pretty penny. Some sat sat by the mirrors fixing their makeup, others looked like they just hopped out the shower, and others were securing their outfits and heels.
You never expected yourself to be working here, but after an old friend told you what bartenders make- it was hard to pass up. Unlike many of your peers, you didn’t have mommy and daddy’s money to live off of. Your tiny little apartment in Brooklyn wasn’t cheap- even if it was a shoebox that you shared with your friend. You needed to make rent somehow, and if working at one of the most exclusive strip clubs in NYC as a bartender could do that without compromising your academics, well then why not?
Your locker was right next to this girl named Nicolette, she was one of the dancers and looked like a supermodel. She was one of the first people you made friends with here. “Ah- well if it isn’t Madame Présidente.” She in her thick French accent, elbowing you jokingly. Nicolette came to New York with the aspiration of modeling, but with how competitive the industry is found herself here to make ends meet, much like a lot of the other staff.
“Hey Nicolette,” You said with a warm smile. She had a comforting presence to you. “I love the shoes tonight.” You said pointing out the Christian Louboutin stilettos she was fastening to her feet.
“Ah- yes, eet’s a special night, you know? We ‘ave some very rich company coming this evening, and I plan to max out some credit cards.” She said giving you a wink. You laughed, she was never afraid to hustle a man and you couldn’t help but admire her.
You still had some time, so you decided to take a quick shower before sitting down to do your makeup in one of the vanity mirrors. A simple winged liner with a pop of glitter in the corners of your eyes did nicely, along with a glossy pink lip. You popped on your lashes and sat back to admire your work. You unclipped your hair to let in fall on your shoulders and decided to go with some retro-style waves tonight.
The dress you were wearing tonight definitely did some damage to your bank account, but when you tried it on you simply fell in love. It was a simple black dress with a fitted bodice what made your boobs look fantastic, the sleeves draped over your shoulders and the skirt hugged your hips made for a lovely silhouette. You decided to top off your look with a pair of chic heels that had straps over your toes and around your ankle.
The outfits always felt a bit extravagant to you, but then again you were interacting some of the wealthiest people in the world- so you had to look the part. Spraying some perfume on your neck, you closed your locker and made your way to the main floor. The lights were already on and the DJ was already setting the vibe with some music. You waved to the AV guy in the back of the room before walking behind the bar to set up.
As soon as the clock hit 9 p.m. the rush never stopped. The club was packed to the brim with high-rollers of all kinds. Though you were new to the place, you had quickly made yourself a valuable employee. You had no respect for virtually any of the men that approached you, since you knew exactly just how easily they are able to exploit people with their obscene wealth.
So, why not use your feminine charm to your advantage?
“Hey baby, how about some shots?” An older man in a navy suit, and a gold wedding band on his ring finger. These men have no shame, do they?
You put on your sweetest smile, and said in your most seductive tone. “Sure thing, honey. What can I get you?”
“One round of shots of your finest whiskey for my table over there.” He said, very conspicuously eyeing you up and down. “And one for yourself.”
“Oh, what a gentlemen.” You purred. Your insides twisted at the man’s audacity- not quite used to the job yet, but you decided you were going to get a good tip out of him.
You turned around and made a point to bend down slowly, arching your back as you grabbed a bottle from the bottom shelf. You lined up the shot glasses and expertly poured 9 of them, you made sure to pour them extra heavy since you knew the more inebriated they were, the more money they spend.
“Here you go, sir.” Pushed the shots towards him, leaning over to show as much cleavage as you could. Nicolette came up behind the man, sliding her hands over his shoulders.
“Come back over to us, darling. I miss you.” Nicolette said lowly in his hear before grabbing some of the shots to bring back to the table.
“Thanks, babydoll.” He said to you, sliding a hundred dollar bill your way before walking away with Nicolette. She turned back to you, discreetly holding up a black credit card that you could only assume was his with an evil grin on her face. You gave her an exaggerated wink.
You slumped through the locker room door, immediately reaching for the straps of your heels. The sweet relief of your feet against the cool tile was amazing as you walked over to your locker to grab your change of clothes. As you were zipping up your hoodie, one of the female managers came over to hand you an envelope with your tips. The tips were pooled and split among all the waitresses and bartenders.
“Killer night! Thanks for being a trooper, honey!” She said as she walked away.
“Thanks!” You called out. You peeked inside the envelope and saw it was about a thousand dollars cash, just another reminder of how much it was worth all the gawking, sleazy men.
You heaved a satisfied sigh and shut your locker before bidding everyone a good night and walking out the back door. The streets were still busy- it’s the city that never sleeps after all- and you were content with your night’s earnings and ready for a shower and your bed. You turned the corner from the alley to the street before you stopped dead in your tracks and hid behind the wall.
What the hell is he doing here? You thought before peeking back from behind the wall. It was definitely him. Except he was with some men you’d never seen before- they definitely weren’t from school. They were all walking towards you, Johnny walking behind what looked like a human version of a tank. He sauntered along with a hand in his pocket as he was looking down at his phone. From the glimpse you got, you couldn’t help but notice that he looked absolutely delectable in that Dolce & Gabanna suit. You held your breath and turned your back as him and his group walked by, thanking your lucky stars he was too distracted to see you.
As soon as they were far enough down the street, you slipped out and started walking the opposite way to get to your station. You were able to hop on your usual train despite the delay, but you were lost in though the whole way home. What was he doing on that side of town? Who were those scary looking guys he was with? And god dammit- did he look good.
You were snapped out of your trance by the voice announcing your stop over the speaker. It was a pretty short walk to your place. The door to your building just as sketchy and difficult to open as ever. You groaned at the ungodly amount of stairs.
Your roommate and friend Alex was sitting on the tiny couch scrolling through Netflix when you walked in. “’Sup Hanna Montana, how’s the double life going?” They quipped when they saw you drop your heels and work clothes.
“Well judging by tonight’s tip haul, I’d say pretty well.” You said holding up your wad of cash.
“Shit, I should just quit my job then since my roommate’s a sugar mama.” Alex said now resting their head in their hands as they admired your earnings from the couch.
You snorted. “Yeah, I wish. I doubt being a sugar mama is this fucking exhausting.” You yawned as you took out your hair clip and made your way to the bathroom. “Gonna take a shower!” You called out to Alex.
“Don’t use all the hot water this time!” They called back as they focused their attention back on the TV.
You lay in bed running back what you saw over and over again. Anxiety started to eat at you with the close call of being found out- by him of all people. You decided you had to be extra careful from now on, you just couldn’t afford to be exposed. The image of Johnny didn’t leave your mind either, I mean for fuck’s sake he was just walking- but the suit, the posture, the hair, his insanely beautiful bone structure, fuck. He looked different this time, not like a regular university student- but someone who had an air of authority...maybe a little bit of danger?
You cursed yourself, letting out an exasperated sigh before you grabbed your little bullet vibrator off your nightstand.
It was dawn when you woke up, you had to be on campus early this morning for a student council meeting before classes begin. It was times like this that your double life wore on you, constantly the first one up and the last to go to sleep. It’s not like you had much of a choice in the matter anyway, and besides at this rate you could probably make enough to afford a bigger place.
The student council room was now buzzing with chatter, this was one of the meeting everyone wanted to attend because it was time to decide where the school is hosting its annual mixer- aka the biggest party of the year.
“Alright everyone, listen up.” You called out to the room as it hushed at the sound of your voice. “I know this year is important because of the uni’s 100 year anniversary, so let’s make this one count.”
“Okay-” You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. Johnny saunters in with an iced coffee in his hand, obviously moving on his own time. He looked strikingly different than the Johnny you saw last night. His hair was now a light brown and laid lazily in waves on his head that gave him a very youthful, soft look. He wore a large sweatshirt and jeans- the picture of a typical handsome university student.
“You’re late.” You said pointedly. He looked at you with a soft smile.
“So sorry, President y/n. Parking was impossible this morning. I hope I didn’t disrupt anything.” Johnny said with an impressively believable tone of remorse.
You couldn’t snap back at him without sounding totally out of pocket since everyone was watching the exchange. So, you were forced to be polite.
“It’s fine, no problem.” You said flatly, turning to your vice president to take it from there.
“Okay so-” The vice president began speaking beside you. Everyone’s attention was soon on him and away from you. You stole a glance at Johnny who was already staring directly at you from the back of the room; he sent you a wink as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk.
You wanted to flip him off, but decided to settle for shooting and icy glare his way. He smirked before picking up his phone and sipping his first iced coffee of the day. You were sure he had to have a caffeine addiction by now.
You turned your attention back to what the vice president was saying. “....first thing’s first, where are we having it this year?”
Everyone was quick to throw out names of exclusive clubs or hotels. “Guys the budget isn’t never-ending, let’s be sensible here.” You reminded everyone.
“I’ll volunteer.”
Everyone turned their heads to Johnny in the back of the room. “My father would be more than happy to lend us our family home here in NYC, it has plenty of room. Plus we wouldn’t need to dip into the budget.” He said as if he was being humble.
The room buzzed with excitement. “I heard it’s practically a mansion”, “Nobody has ever seen his family home.” People whispered.
“Well I guess that settles it then. Should we vote?” The vice president said in your direction. You swallowed your pride as you shot another glance at Johnny. He raised an eyebrow at you as if to say “What are you gonna do about it?”.
You spoke in monotone. “All those in favor of the Suh family home?” To your dismay, a sea of hands shot up into the air, sealing your fate.
Everyone was filing out of the classroom. It was decided the party would be black tie formal. Evening gowns, tuxes, the whole nine yards. You realized this meant you had to go hunting for a new dress, since none of your work dresses would do the trick. Anxiety began to set in about the whole thing. He did that on purpose, there was no way you couldn’t go being the president. You threw books into your bag and walked out the the classroom, closing the door behind you.
“You know, you’ve been in quite the mood lately.”
You startled and turned around to see Johnny leaning against the wall next to you, one leg bent and resting against it as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
“Not funny. It’s sick how you wrap everyone around your finger when they don’t know how much of a greaseball you actually are.” You said pulling out your keys.
Johnny put his hands up in mock surrender. “Woah, chill out sweetheart. I was just asking.” He said with s small laugh.
“Fuck off, Suh.” You spat as you locked the door. You froze when you felt his presence right next to you, his tall frame now feeling quite intimidating as he looked down at you. You lifted your gaze to him, keeping your face as neutral as possible to mask your now racing heart. His face looked deadly serious, the sudden change in demeanor made a chill run up your spine.
“Oh? I’d much rather fuck you.” He was close enough to see your pupils dilate at his lewd comment, making the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk. Your mouth fell agape slightly, totally stunned at his forwardness.
You blinked and snapped out of your trance before plucking the cigarette out of Johnny’s mouth and taking a drag of it, keeping eye contact as you blew out the smoke slowly.
“In your dreams, Johnny boy.” You said lowly before sticking the cigarette back in his mouth, smirking at his stunned face before walking away.
Fuck. Was all he could think as he watched you walk away. He threw his head back with a groan of sexual frustration and admiration for your boldness. He found himself smiling fondly at your retreating figure walking into the distance.
He let out an amused laugh.
“What a woman.”
Tonight was incredibly busy. Of course it was to be expected since it was a Friday night, but there seemed to be some more new faces than before. You were still relatively new so you hadn’t quite gotten to know who’s who yet, but the characters that were in the club tonight looked a bit...shady.
Still, the you pushed through just like every other night, and boy did it pay off this time. You were giddy at the almost $1500 dollars that was now in your pocket. The other staff could make thousands in a single night, but you were happy just being behind the bar.
You were one of the last ones out tonight since it was the end of the week and you had to take inventory. Your manager handed you the keys and told you to lock up for that night. She gave you instructions on how to lock the place up, and at the end she gave you a very serious look before saying:
“Don’t hang around here too late. It’s important that you just do your tasks and leave.” You were a bit taken aback at the sudden graveness of her tone, but just nodded.
Whistling a tune as you finished up, you shut off the lights behind the bar before walking down the hallway. You stopped at one of the doors, it sounded like there was chatter coming from the other side. It was one of the big private rooms that people could rent out for the night, but everyone went home so you were confused as to who was in there. You pressed your ear to the door to listen to who it might be before you felt something prod at your back.
“You lost, honey?” A gravely voice said. “Don’t scream, or I pull the trigger- got it?”
You came to the chilling realization there was a gun at your back. Slowly, you nodded your head. The man behind you grabbed your arm and opened the door, pushing you inside.
What you weren’t expecting to see was a room full of older men all seated at a table who were now all looking at you with very displeased faces. You started to panic, whatever was going on here, it didn’t seem legal considering they have armed guards standing around.
“Caught this one eavesdropping” The man said, keeping his grip on your arm. You looked down at his hand and noticed the infamous tattoo of the numbers “127″ on his knuckles.
It’s the fucking mob?
“Who is she?” One man asked.
“I think thats the girl from behind the bar.” Another answered.
“Someone take care of her.” Said the man who sat the the end of the table. You could only assume he was the boss around here considering his position in the room.
Your eyes went wide with terror- they were probably going to kill you. Tears began to roll down your cheeks and your breathing became ragged.
“Please, I had no idea-” A hand landed on your shoulder.
“I’ll take care of it, dad.”
That voice.
You turned your head to see the unmistakable side profile of the royal pain in your ass. Johnny fucking Suh. He looked just like he did that one night you saw him on the street. His hair slicked back, showing off his incredibly handsome features. He was wearing a Armani suit that fit him a little too well.
Before you could even react he practically dragged you out of the room and down the hallway, all the way out to the back of the building- you utterly confused the entire time. He didn’t say a word until you got outside.
“WHAT THE FU-” You screamed before his hand came up to cover your mouth.
“Keep it down, will you?” He said through his teeth. His eyes had danger in them, so you decided to yield.
You ripped his hand off of your face, and shoved him backwards.
“What the hell, Suh? You’re in the fucking mob?!” You whispered harshly.
Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing back and forth. “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath. He turned around to meet eyes with you before stalking towards you, his expression deadly serious. You felt a your stomach flip, retreating backwards until you hit the wall and he stood over you.
His hand came up to hold your chin. “Listen, y/n.” Wow he really was serious- he never calls you by your first name.
“My family is very powerful in this business. My dad practically runs the mob in this area. Since I’m the heir, I don’t have much choice in being involved. You put yourself in a pretty sticky situation here. Obviously I’m not going to let them murder you, but just know you’re a liability now. This is serious shit, y/n.” He said lowly, with a somewhat pleading expression in his eyes.
You were speechless for several moments, Johnny looked anxious as you processed what he had just said.
“So, nobody knows about you?” You said finally.
“No, except for you now I guess.” He said looking at the floor.
It all made sense now, why the mysterious Johnny Suh hid his life. Why nobody really seemed to know who he really was. Why he left every girl that pursued him on read.
“I guess we both have some dirty secrets, huh?”
You snapped out of your thoughts to find that stupid smirk back on his face as he looked at you. You averted his gaze again.
“What exactly is the picture-perfect good girl doing working at a place like this?” You heard him say before you saw his feet right in front of yours as you stared at the ground. Johnny took your chin in his hand before lifting your gaze up to meet his.
“I gotta say, you keep surprising me, dollface.” His eyes were burning. You cursed your attraction to this man.
“I wonder what everyone would think of you?” He said in a teasing voice.
Your heart sank. No one could ever find out, it would cost you everything. You fear then turned to anger as you pushed him by the chest.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Suh. I can’t live off of Mommy and Daddy’s money like you can. I actually need to work to make it around here.” Johnny looked stunned, before looking a bit guilty.
“Besides” You started stalking towards him now, your eyes boring into his and your tone dangerous. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Johnny began stepping backwards now. “Remember, I can just as easily make your perfect little life some crumbling down with a snap of my fingers.” You shoved him into the wall behind him, running your hands up his torso and stopping on the breadth of his chest. Your lips centimeters from his.
“So I’d keep your fucking mouth shut.” You said gripping his collar now.
Johnny cursed under his breath. You back away, smirking at your ability to fluster the guy who seemingly had no shame.
Johnny snickered and pressed his tongue to his cheek. Looking at you with both lust and disbelief.
“Alright, I got it. You don’t tell- neither will I.” He said sticking his hand out. “You have my word.”
You nodded and shook his hand. You gasped as he suddenly pulled you into him.
“Besides I think I like seeing you like this anyway.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. You scoffed and shoved him off you before walking back to the door.
“You’re a pig. I’m going home.” You said as you opened the door.
“See you ‘round. Try not to get lost this time.”
You made a vulgar gesture before letting the door shut behind you.
There was no way you were going to sleep tonight. So many thoughts whirled through your head at the revelation that Johnny Suh was a member of the mob. Not even just a member- a mafia prince, the boss’s son. It sure explained the insane wealth. You couldn’t imagine the kind of life he had. What does he do for the mob? Has he killed anyone? What does this mean for you? Are they going to be watching you now?
“I don’t have much choice being involved.”
What does that mean? Is this eventually what he will become- a mob boss just like his dad? He sounded somewhat sad at that statement. Why do you care?
It wasn’t until around 4:30am when sheer exhaustion took over.
Johnny leaned his elbows on the balcony of his apartment. It was a penthouse that his parents had bought him when he went off to college. It was more space than he really knew he needed. Sometimes he filled the space with wild parties since it just felt so empty without the noise of people.
He let out a puff of smoke before putting out the cigarette. He couldn’t get you out of his head. Johnny’s mind buzzed with thoughts. What would you think of him now? He already knew that you resented him for being so wealthy, but your comment about needing to work to get by struck a chord. His head fell into his hands and he raked his fingers through his hair.
“I can’t” He thought to himself.
There’s too much at risk. This is why he can’t date or like anyone. Now on top of everything he had to keep you safe. Now that you had been exposed, there’s no way they would let you slide. You’re definitely being watched now and he has to keep a close eye on you. Not that he didn’t before anyway, but now there’s danger involved.
It was times like this he just wanted to pack up and run.
“I can’t.” He repeated out loud this time.
Well, now that you know his secret, I guess there’s no harm in getting to know you a bit more. Besides, this was a side of you he definitely liked. He couldn’t stop having fun with you now, could he? Especially when you bite back the way that you do.
Johnny smiled to himself. “You’re full of surprises, Miss y/n.”
If Johnny was cheeky before you two knew about each other- it was nothing compared to now. There were times you actually snapped in front of everyone for his constant teasing. One incident in particular was when you were all in the student council room and everyone was talking amongst themselves. You caught Johnny standing in the opposite corner of the room with a group of his guy friends. You locked eyes for a second before he smirked and you and them whispered something to the guys next to him.
You felt your blood boil when you saw the three of them look over at your before laughing again. You stalked over to him before grabbing his arm and used fakest sweet tone you could.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? It’s about the party.” You said with a toothy grin. The other boys looked a bit shocked at your politeness and walked away.
“Yes ma’am.” He said with a smug grin, knowing he got to you.
You dragged him outside before shoving him against the wall. You wanted to slap that stupid look off his face so badly.
“Woah- didn’t realize I was in trouble.” He bit his lip to suppress a laugh.
“I’ve just about had it with you, Suh. What were you saying to them?”
“Oh, nothing you need to worry about.”
You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down to your level.
“Don’t fucking play with me.” You said through your teeth.
“Calm down, Miss Ballbuster- I was just joking. I was just telling them that you and I hooked up.”
“You WHAT!?”
Johnny threw his head back and laughed. “Kidding- I just said you were hot.”
You rolled your eyes before he grabbed your wrists that were holding his collar and pulled you into his chest.
“What would you rather me say, dollface? Would you rather me tell everyone your little secret?” His face was inches from yours.
You jerked your wrist free of his grasp and pointed your finger at him.
“Don’t forget the position you’re in, buddy.” You jabbed his chest with your finger. “I can pull the trigger just as easy.”
Johnny’s face changed to that look that gives you icy chills.
His voice dropped several octaves. “You wouldn’t”
“Try me.”
Johnny raised an eyebrow- the look in your eyes was dead serious. He usually was able to inspire fear in even the most powerful of men, but you were unwavering. He couldn’t help but admire that.
Johnny loved to push your buttons, but he had a profound respect for you. As much as he teased you about exposing you, he knew that if you ever said a word about him, you would be as good as dead if the mob ever found out. The thought of that hurt him a lot more than he realized.
“Alright, you have some guts, I like that.” He finally said, backing away with his hands in his pockets.
“Good thing I don’t care what you like.” You said with your arms crossed.
“Don’t you?” He said, narrowing his eyes before smiling and walking away.
“Here’s your drinks, boys.” You say sweetly.
Tonight was another very busy night, they had you waiting tables and making drinks. You weren’t really used to walking up to the tables, but the extra opportunities for tips didn’t hurt.
You had just gotten back behind the bar to get started on other orders when one of the other waitresses came up to you. “Hey, the VIP table needs a round of shots- and one of them wants you to bring them.” She said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Getting popular I see.”
You looked at her quizzically before scanning the room for the VIP table which was on the upper level, isolated from the rest of the room with its own stage. You your eyes stopped at someone that was already staring at you.
Johnny leaned back on the couch, arms spread out and resting on the back of it lazily. He shot you a wink. You stared blankly back with a look that said “are you fucking kidding me?”, causing him to chuckle with amusement.
It was gonna be a long night.
You begrudgingly brought up the drinks for the 12 or some odd people up there. You put on your best fake smile and began setting down the drinks. You were starting to get used to the gratuitous stares of the men whenever you walked up to a table, but feeling Johnny’s eyes boring holes into you made your hands shaky.
Trying to make this interaction as short as possible, you turned to walk away.
“Going so soon?” You stopped in your tracks and cursed under your breath. You looked over your shoulder to see Johnny smiling.
“Be a doll and come sit with us.” He said, motioning to the spot right beside him.
You couldn’t flat out reject him without giving away that you already knew him, so you plastered on your best fake smile and walked over. You sat down on his lap, pretending to be interested in him for the sake of not drawing attention. You slung your arm around his neck, and he looked surprised at the fact that you actually complied.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You said in a hushed tone through your fake smile.
“Just having some fun.” He said, sliding an arm around your waist.
“Well, don’t. I have work to do.” You got up to leave before he pulled you back down onto his lap. He held your jaw with one hand and kept his other around your waist.
“I’ll be happy to keep you busy.” Johnny leaned in, your heart started to race in your chest. You felt his plush lips graze the spot where you jaw meets your ear. “Miss President.” He said in a whisper.
Dammit. You felt tingles run down your spine, and a familiar warmth where your thighs meet. You cursed lowly and you heard his breathy laugh in your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt in a wave down your arms.
You grabbed his face with your hand. “Watch yourself, Mr. Suh.” His pupils dilated at the sound of you calling him that. You realized you had just created a monster.
“Mmm I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and got up off of his lap successfully this time.
“Don’t get used to it.” You said with a wink before walking off.
Johnny definitely kept his promise, because every 5 minutes someone would come up to you saying the same words: “Mr. Suh wants you to-”. You were starting to get extremely annoyed since you could barely keep up with other patrons with him bugging you all night. There he sat all night watching you run ragged, taking great amusement in the fact that he could have you at his beck and call. He stayed until closing and everyone else had eventually left, but since his daddy basically owned the club and his little minions were there with him- he could keep you there all night if he wanted to.
And he did.
Everyone else had gone home by the time him and his mob buddies had decided they had a night. You saw Johnny get up and walk out to one of the back rooms with his posse. As soon as their back were turned to flipped him off and started to clean up.
Fuming, you made a bee line for the locker room once you were done. It was empty since everyone had gone home by this point. He really had absolutely no shame. He knew you had leverage over him, but you also hated how he seemed to be so confident that you would never expose him. So much so that he wasn’t afraid to push your buttons all night long. You threw open your locker and kicked off your heels, sighing heavily as you did.
“Rough night, huh?” a voice said directly behind you.
You shrieked and turned around. Your eyes met an unmistakable pair of lips curled up in their usual smug grin. Your eyes scanned up to meet his honeyed ones. They were prettier than you’d like to admit.
“For fuck’s sake, Suh. I know your daddy basically owns the place but is nowhere sacred?!” You seethed, turning your back to him and towards your locker to pull out your bag. Before you could even reach for it, a hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around, you heard the sound of your locker slamming shut before your back hit it.
It was times like this where you realized just how big Johnny was. He loomed over you, and this time when you looked at his face his signature smirk was gone. It was replaced with a chilling gaze that cut straight through your resolve to stay angry at him.
“I’m getting a bit tired of your attitude, dollface.” He stepped a bit closer, his face inches from yours, his eyes unblinking as they bore holes into you. You tried to save what was left of your pride by saying “I’m not one of your playthings, Suh- and don’t call me that.” You realized you sounded a lot less confident than you wanted to.
“Oh? And why not, Miss President?” He said lowly as his free hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He made a painfully slow descent down your neck, you were sure he could feel your pulse racing under his fingertips. His fingers made sure to skim ever so lightly across the thin fabric covering one of your nipples, which immediately stiffened under his touch. Your breathing became labored despite your best effort to remain unaffected. “You’re so annoying,” You said very unconvincingly, given it sounded more like a whimper.
“I see, but if I’m so annoying to you...” His hand made its way to your upper thigh before pushing your skirt up to slide a hand into your panties. “Then why are you soaking wet?”
His long, slender middle finger gathered the slick from your entrance before gently rubbing it into your clit. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that pretty little pussy of yours is practically throbbing for me.” His finger was gliding across your now very swollen bud in small, languid circles. Your face was blushed a deep red both in embarrassment and anger that he now knew how wet he got you with essentially no effort.
“Imagine what everyone would think if they saw their perfect student body president moaning like a needy little slut, just for me.” You shuddered at his words. Your brows were knitted together and you bit your lip in an effort not to let out a pathetic moan.
Johnny took his hand that was gripping your wrist and brought it to the front of his pants. “This is what you do to me, baby.” You could feel how painfully hard he was under his pants, taking a mental note of his intimidating size. “You drive me fucking insane.” He said through his teeth. You felt tiny under his unrelenting eye contact. Your mouth involuntarily fell open, which he took advantage of by using his free hand to slip two fingers into your mouth. You felt utterly filthy for immediately sucking on them. Johnny groaned.
“Not so tough now, huh baby? Look at you, being so good for me.” For the first time, you had no comeback. You wanted to offer some kind of rebuttal, but words were lost on you. He pulled his now coated fingers from your mouth to your chest, pulling the thin fabric of your dress down to gently run his fingertips over your very sensitive nipple.
“Johnny, please.” Was all you could muster while the feeling of his hands consumed you, your eyes fluttering shut.
And just like that, you felt him move away from you. Your eyes snapped open at the loss of contact to see him backing away while sucking your wetness off his finger, keeping his gaze with you the whole time. “What the fuck.” You gasped, trying to catch your breath. Johnny chuckled, “Looks like our president isn’t so innocent after all.” He grabbed his jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he walked out, before turning back to say. “Don’t worry doll, I won’t tell. Besides I like having you all to myself.” With that he let the door shut behind him.
Fuck him. You couldn’t decide if you meant that literally or figuratively though.
It had been years since you went shopping for a formal gown, the last time probably being when you were in high school. You knew that there would be gorgeous designer dresses galore at the party, given that nearly everyone you went to school with had that kind of money. You couldn’t lie- you were excited to see Johnny in a suit again. It only made you all the more nervous that you weren’t going to be able to afford something worthy of the occasion.
You went to a lot of consignment stores thinking you could find something unique but nothing seemed to fit right- or they looked way too senior prom-y. After the 5th store, you just deiced to call it a day. Walking down 5th avenue on the way to your station, you passed by Barney’s to see one of the most beautiful gowns you had ever laid eyes on.
It was simple, but so elegant. It was a blush pink floor length gown. The sleeves were made of sheer chiffon that hung off the shoulder slightly. The lengths of the sleeves flowed down the lengths of the arms that eventually blended in with the length of the billowy skirt that swept the floor. The bodice was fitted to make for a flattering waist line, and the skirt was a stunning cascade of the same weightless chiffon and pleated satin. A slit in the skirt climbed all the way up to the upper thigh, a sexy detail to the otherwise ethereal looking silhouette.
“We just got it in.” One of the employees snapped you out of your trance.
“It’s gorgeous.” You said, still not taking your eyes off of the gown.
“Would you like to try it on?” She asked.
“Oh, no.” You said with a laugh, “It’s not like I could afford it anyway. I don’t want to waste your time.”
“Don’t worry about that- there’s no one else here. Besides we all deserve to feel beautiful. C’mon just try.” The sales assistant said before leading you to the fitting rooms.
The dress just felt expensive. You came out of the fitting room and the sales assistant helped zip you up and led you to the huge mirror.
“Wow, this looks like it was made for you.” She said before turning you around.
A small gasp left your lips- it was gorgeous. You had to admit that you felt like a million bucks. Your fingers grazed the delicate fabric, taking as much of it in as you could. You wished you hadn’t tried it on, because it broke your heart to take it off.
“Thank you, that was very nice of you.” You told the woman after coming back out of the fitting room.
“My pleasure, it’s a shame I can’t just give it to you.” You smiled at her kindness and bid her goodbye before heading home.
Class dragged on forever today, you were counting down the seconds since the party was tomorrow and were now scrambling to find a dress. As soon as the bell rang you made a beeline for the admin building where Momo met you, since you had enlisted her help this time.
You were about to leave out of the front door with her before one of the secretaries stopped you.
“Oh, y/n dear!” She shouted.
You turned to face her.
“This package was dropped off for you. Looks like a gift.” She said handing you a rather large box that read:
Barney’s New York
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Looks quite generous.” The secretary said giving you a knowing smile before walking away.
“Holy shit- Barney’s? What do you think it is?” Momo said in a whisper.
“I don’t know but I’m a bit freaked out since I was just there yesterday.”
You set the box down on the table in front of you undoing the ribbon and lifting the top off. A chill ran down your spine.
It was the dress. There was a small note sitting on top of it that read:
For the party Xx.
You lifted it up, it was mostly definitely the same one you tried on. Momo let out a gasp.
“Holy shit, y/n. It’s stunning.” She gushed.
“What the fuck.” You said dropping it back into the box, stepping away. “Momo, how could anyone have known I tried this on without being there?”
“I don’t know, but whoever your stalker is has expensive taste.” She said.
You turned your head to look outside the glass doors of the building and suddenly everything clicked.
Johnny stood there leaning against his black Audi that was parked on the street outside, smiling at you. He didn’t linger, he quickly got in his car and drove away before you could ask any questions.
Momo looked at you utterly confused. “What was that about?”
“Nothing.” You said quickly, trying to dodge the topic of Johnny.
Momo narrowed her eyes at you. “Okay, I guess...well at least you don’t have to worry about finding a dress!” She said, picking up the dress to admire it some more.
“I’m not wearing this.” You said quickly.
“And why the fuck not?” Momo said with furrowed brows. “Are you high? Who cares if some weirdo bought it- I wouldn’t ask questions if I was handed a free designer gown.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled at her. Momo was one of the only people at this school that came from a background similar to yours, which was one of reasons you had bonded so quickly.
“I can’t accept it. This cost at least a few grand.” You said, looking worriedly at the box. “I’m gonna take it back.”
Momo sighed, “Suit yourself.”
“What do you mean I can’t return it?” You said, puzzled at the sales assistant.
“Sorry- there’s no receipt here, and I was given explicit instruction not to accept it if I got returned.” She told you.
You were stunned. How the fuck did he know?
“Can I ask who bought it?”
“It was a tall young guy, he looked like he was in his 20′s. He comes in here often to shop.” She told you.
“All I can assume is that he’s quite wealthy- and very handsome I might add.” She eyed you with a smirk. “He told me he was going to buy it shortly after you had left. I guess he must have been browsing around and noticed you. Do you know him?”
You stared at the box in front of you. Why would he do that for you? Just to show off? You decided it was not use trying to argue against it.
“He’s... and acquaintance. Thank you anyway for your help.” You said before making your way home.
You tried it on again in your room. It truly did look like someone had tailored it just for you. You smiled softly in the mirror at your reflection.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Alex barging into your room.
“Hey can you help me with- woah.” They said before noticing you. “Holy shit you look amazing.” They said with their mouth slightly agape.
“Careful, you’ll catch flies.” You said with feigned boastfulness.
“Is that for the party?” Alex asked as they walked over to feel the fabric of the skirt.
“Yup.”
“I’m sure Johnny’s gonna love you in this.” They said wiggling their eyebrows.
You scoffed. “Like I want his attention.”
“Oh shut up, you and I both know you wanna jump his bones.”
You couldn’t argue.
“Exactly. So I will be very disappointed in you if you come home tomorrow night without having a rich hot boyfriend.”
You laughed despite you best efforts to keep it in. Alex’s energy always made you feel uplifted.
“Thanks, bitch.” You said.
“Anytime, bitch.” They said back with a smile. “Now come help me fix the shitty wifi.”
“Be right there.” You said before they walked out and shut your door.
You looked back at your reflection one last time. “Well no use in letting this go to waste.” You said lowly to yourself.
“I think this is it.” Your uber driver said.
You looked out the window at the colossal building, it was no doubt one of those swanky apartments buildings that celebrities and millionaires lived in.
Your driver had come around to open your door to help you out. You took his hand as you stepped out of the car, you couldn’t help but feel like you were famous or something.
“Not like I get to do that often.” He said with a laugh. “Have fun at the ball, Cinderella.”
You shyly chuckled. “Thank you.”
You went inside and were immediately greeted by the receptionist. “Welcome, Miss Y/N I presume?” She asked.
You were a bit taken aback. “Hello, yes I am.”
“This way to the elevators, take it all the way up. Have a wonderful night, Miss.”
“Thank you.” You said softly, still perplexed as to how she knew your name.
The elevators have mirrors for walls and ornate decorations on the ceilings. It was definitely out of your element, but you decided to enjoy your Cinderella moment for tonight.
The elevator doors opened to reveal quite a sight. You felt as though you has stepped into some kind of old film. Tall glass windows towered over the room, and a few huge french doors let out onto a terrace that gave a breathtaking view of the city. Gold chandeliers dripped with crystals hung from the ceiling, and vast marble floors reflected the people gliding above it in their finest evening wear. You stood at the top of the huge staircase gaping at the scene in front of you before you were startled out of your awe by a server.
“Champagne, Miss?” He asked as he presented you with a tray of champagne flutes.
“Oh, thank you.” You said as you took a glass and sipped. “Of course,” You said sarcastically at the delicious taste- no doubt a bottle of this shit costs as much as your average payout every night.
You spotted Momo and a few other girls huddled together at the bottom of the stairs. They also looked to be entranced by the decor as they pointed and swooned. You smiled to yourself, something about watching them made you feel so happy and free- then a pang of sadness settled in your chest. You wished you could be that carefree, but you have this lie to keep up- a secret constantly tugging at your sleeve.
You decided to take a look around before socializing and started walking around the second floor. The soft clicking of your heels against the marble floor was all you heard as the music from the ballroom faded. You came to a smaller (but nonetheless extravagant) drawing-room. It had a few of those tall windows that allowed moonbeams to bathe the room in soft light. There was a quaint fire burning in the fireplace and a grand piano in the corner of the room. It was like you were in a blip where you were some kind of royalty considering the decor, your gown, the romanticism of it all.
Your eyes traveled above the fireplace to a huge portrait. There was a woman sitting in the chair wearing some of the biggest diamonds you had ever seen around her neck; you noted the warmth in her smile and how it shone in her eyes. Above her was a very stoic-looking man with high cheekbones that cut across his face, he looked intimidating but not necessarily frightening, his look just commanded respect. He had his hand on someone’s shoulder and your eyes shifted to a face you recognized instantly. It looked recent since Johnny was actually taller than his father and has the same haircut he does now. He looked very much how you saw him that first night at the club- like a boss and not a college student. His hair was slicked back to reveal his cheekbones that echoed his father's, but his eyes her unmistakably his mother's. You found yourself smiling fondly.
“Caught you.” A low voice said in your ear.
You yelped, nearly spilling your drink. “Jesus- a warning next time?” You said holding your chest to calm your racing heart. You didn’t know if you could be in here, but judging by the amused look on Johnny’s face you assumed it was okay.
“Can’t help it- you’re too easy.” He chuckled before you noticed his eyes traveling down your frame. “Stunning dress if I may add.” He said with a smirk. “How did you get that fantastic thing?”
You gave him a pointed glare. “I had nothing else to wear, don’t be too flattered.” Your glare shifted to a curious gaze before you asked, “Why?”
You were genuinely curious as to why (and how) he had bought the dress for you, considering your history with him.
“Well, you looked stunning in it- and what can I say? I have an eye for the finer things in life.” He said with a crooked smile before he took a sip from his own champagne flute.
“And how did you know I looked stunning in it?” You said with a raised brow.
“I just so happened to be shopping and spotted you trying it on, you never noticed me since I was on the second level looking down.” He said matter-of-factly. “So naturally I had to make sure I would see you in it- and that lady was right, it looks like it was made for you.”
You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. Sure he made his cheeky little quips but he was never this...romantic?
You rolled your eyes in disbelief at his comment and turned away before he caught your wrist. You sucked in the faintest of breaths as you looked at him, his eyes shone with a sincere intensity you hadn’t quite seen before. “I mean it, y/n” He said barely above a whisper. “You truly look beautiful.”
He seemed timid like he was putting himself out there- and he was. You felt your heart leap as you breathed out a “Thank you”, not quite knowing how to react to his sudden vulnerability. It was a bit amusing to see Johnny like this- stiff and a bit awkward. You decided to end the torturous silence by gesturing towards the grand piano in the corner.
“Beautiful piano, I wish I knew how to play.” You said as if you were out of breath.
Johnny seemed to slide back into his normal, suave self. “I myself had no choice in the matter- come I’ll show you.” He said as he led you over to the piano.
He sat on the bench and placed his hands on the keys before he paused and looked up at you. “Come on, sit.” He said as you realized he left a space for you. You slid into the space next to him on the bench, as he straightened and began to play a familiar tune.
“I know this, I heard my grandmother play it when I was little.” You said, not being able to place the melody that stirred your memory.
“Claire de Lune.” Johnny said softly as his fingers continued to glide gracefully across the keys. The way he played was so soft, so delicate and the music his lithe fingers produced was so beautiful you hadn’t realized the stinging in your eyes. It felt like a lucid dream. The room, the dress you were wearing, the beautiful man next to expertly playing a melody, the way it echoed throughout the room made it feel like you were moving through water.
You were so lost in the impossible romanticism of it all that you hadn’t realized Johnny had stopped playing. “You okay?” He said with an intimate softness like a lover would. You turned your head to meet his eyes, they looked like molten honey. Gooseflesh littered your skin- you noted the dilation of his pupils the second you met his eyes with yours.
“Yes” you finally answered in a whisper. “It just didn’t feel real for a second there.”
Johnny let out the faintest of laughs, his amused expression dissipating quickly into and disarmed gaze. He lifted his hand to graze your jaw, up to your ear to tuck a strand of hair behind it before resting it to cup your neck.
You felt every nerve in your body zeroed in on his hand as he leaned ever so slightly. His eyes flicked behind you for half a second, then back to you. You felt him bristle and his gaze turn to daggers.
“Don’t move.” He whispered.
“Wh-”
Before you could even verbalize your confusion, Johnny had a gun drawn and fired two shots just over your shoulder at whoever was behind you.
Nothing registered for a moment. You heard no gunshots, your gaze now on the wall in front of you since Johnny was up and moving across the room. Whirling around to meet the sight of Johnny holding a handgun with a silencer attached and the now dead man he was standing over sent every thought in your mind skittering away.
Johnny knelt down over the body, inspecting the failed assassin. He lifted the man’s arm to find the tattoo of a snake peeking out from under his sleeve.
“Fuck.” He muttered gravely. When he looked up to see your gaze fixed on the dead body all of the thoughts about who was behind this dissipated as he took in your expression. You sickly white tone your complexion had taken on suggested you were in complete shock.
You weren’t aware of your surroundings until Johnny’s face suddenly very close to yours. “Y/n” His voice sounded a bit muffled as if there were cotton in your ears. “Y/n, come back to me.” Johnny said squeezing both of your shoulders gently.
“What the fuck.” Your voice came out and a strangled whisper.
“Listen to me Y/n. You should not have been here or saw this- but since you have you need to listen to every word I fucking tell you okay?” His voice was low and leveled. You couldn’t do more than nod your head.
“Good.” He pulled out his phone and called someone. “Mark. Drawing room. Now.” His tone was clipped and you couldn’t help but notice the steely look in his eye as he moved swiftly- as if this kind of thing wasn’t new to him.
After what seemed like 30 seconds after Johnny made the call another man strode into the room. He was quite a bit shorter than Johnny and had a boyishly charming look to him.
“Fuck. Who is he?” Mark said as he stared that the dead man, blood now forming a pool around his head.
“A member of the Cha family judging by the tattoo,” Johnny answered with a gesture to the man’s wrist. “Get him out of here without being seen. Burn the body as soon as you get a chance. Get Jaehyun to station guards around every entrance.”
Mark nodded and got on the phone, lowly relaying orders. You just stared at the whole scene as if you were watching a movie. Johnny turned his attention back to you and walked over to help you stand up.
Johnny let out a sigh before meeting your eyes. “Someone is angry that we reprimanded a member of their family, and my guess is that bullet was meant for me.”
“Who did you ‘reprimand”?”
“A rival family’s nephew. Not that I knew that at the time.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” Johnny said as he popped a cigarette into his mouth and pulled a lighter out of his pocket.
“Oh! Apologies Mr. Suh- it’s not like I just witnessed a murder.” You quipped before turning away from him. You were instantly whirled back around with a hand gripping your arm. Johnny’s chest was now pressed to yours as he peered down at you.
“This isn’t a fucking game Y/n.” His voice came out like a purr and his eyes had the look of death in them. The timbre of his voice felt like a caress down your body.
Luckily he pulled away since you knew you wouldn’t have been able to. “Come with me.”
Johnny led you by your hand out of the room and into the hall where the party was blissfully unaware of the murder that had just taken place. He leads you to the middle of the floor before swiftly pulling you into him and swaying gently to the music.
He leaned his mouth to your ear. “Listen, Y/n. As much as I would have loved to have you against the wall, things could get really bad here. I need you to follow my instructions carefully.”
You nodded.
“In exactly 5 minutes, meet me at the front of the building. From there, we’ll head to the club. Make sure nobody sees you leave.”
You nodded again. Johnny stepped back from you and kissed your hand- giving you a quick wink.
“5 minutes.” He slipped through the crowd with ease, leaving you to try and focus yourself on your instructions. You decided to nonchalantly make your way to the bathroom before slipping down the corridor to the foyer where you found the elevator.
By the time you made it down the street, you stood there for barely 30 seconds before a black Audi came screeching to a halt in front of you. Johnny made quickly his way around to your door and open it.
“Get in.” He said in a clipped tone. That look of murder never left his eyes, and you didn’t want to push him, so you quickly sat in the passenger seat. He got back into the driver’s seat and peeled out onto the street towards the club.
“Some of the Cha boys will be showing up at the club very soon. I’m going to attempt to talk to them.” Johnny said in a level tone despite the fact his knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel.
“Just listen to me and I promise you’ll be fine.” You heard him say, but your eyes were fixed on the road in front of you, you felt like your body was foreign to you, like you were actually there. The only thing that grounded you in reality was when Johnny reached over to grab your thigh and squeeze it lightly.
“Hey,” He said softly. “I promise. I would never let anything happen to you.”
The sincerity in his eyes almost broke your heart. He was deathly serious about keeping you safe, and you damned your heart for swelling at his words. You offered a weak smile and a nod- despite everything you knew you could trust him although you didn’t really want to admit why.
The engine of the car roared as it pulled into the back alley behind the club. Johnny thew it in park before stepping out and slamming the door in one swift motion. Before you could even reach for your door it was already open and he was offering hand to you. You noticed your shaky hands as you took his and stepped out of the car. He led you into the back entrance and into one of the private rooms he uses for meetings.
“Okay I’m going to be sitting at that table right there, you are going to be hiding behind that wall. If I make a toast, that’s your cue.” Johnny said as you felt him put something in your hand. You looked to see a small revolver.
“Johnny no, I can’t.” You said in a panic.
“Shhh, listen- okay?” He said as he brought a hand up to cradle the back of your neck. “All you have to do is point. Don’t fire, just point.”
You mustered all of the courage you could and nodded once before going to hide behind the wall, keeping your back pressed to it and your finger on the trigger of the revolver.
Johnny quickly grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and sat down that the table in the middle of the room- looking as relaxed as ever with his slouched posture and legs apart as he lit another cigarette.
Before long two men walked into the room. They looked to be in their 30s and wore very finely tailored suits. They took their hats off upon entering.
“Gentlemen.” Johnny greeted before gesturing to the empty chairs.
You heard your heartbeat roaring in your ears as you heard the two men cross the room and take their seats.
“It seems you've made a mistake, Johnny boy." One of the men said in a gruff voice. "Daddy's not here to help you this time."
"I'm well aware of what I did, and you can't blame me for self-defense when your man was clearly trying to kill me." You heard Johnny reply smoothly. "In fact, he really interrupted a tender moment." He added, you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"You know Mr. Cha won't forgive you for this." The other man said, clearly irked by Johnny's bored tone.
"I suspected he wouldn't." You could practically hear Johnny's smirk.
"Then I suppose you know this means war." You heard the gruff one say.
You decided to peek around the corner just enough to see Johnny raise his glass.
"Then to declarations of war, and to pretty bartenders." He said.
Every nerve in your body went numb. Before you even realized what you were doing you burst into the room with your gun drawn and fired two shots.
The was eerily quiet. Your ears rung and your hearing slowly came in to focus again. Suddenly Johnny's face was in front of yours, holding your face and neck. His eyes were wide with shock.
"Why'd you do that, y/n? Why'd you kill them?" Johnny's voice shook with concern.
"I didn't know I had it in me, I didn't know..." You really didn't, you had no idea how you had done what you just did. You just murdered two people. Dear god.
"Hey", Johnny said just above a whisper, "Just look at me."
You slowly brought your eyes up from the floor to meet his gaze. The previous look of concern you had seen before was replaced with a magnetic, animalistic stare. You had just killed two men, and yet the way he looked at you in this moment made that completely irrelevant. God, this was sick.
Johnny's voice came out in a low, chillingly calm tone. "My private room. Now."
Your back arched involuntarily at the command in his voice. Your heavy breathing was no longer out of panic but arousal.
"Make me." You whispered between pants.
With a yelp of surprise, Johnny had lifted you over his shoulder and started walking to the private room he always used when he came to the club.
"Getting bolder I see." Johnny chided before you felt a sharp smack to your ass. You yelped again. "I can't say I don't enjoy it."
You heard Johnny kick the door open before practically tossing you on the ridiculously large couch.
"I should feel disgusted with myself for doing this after committing homicide." You said.
He hovered over you, his lips centimeters from where your pulse raced beneath the skin of your neck. You felt his hand sneak up the slit of your dress and graze the soaked fabric of your underwear.
"And yet, here you are- soaking wet for me. I always knew you were fucking perfect." He nearly growled.
You felt him graze your neck with his teeth before he slid his hand under your panties to gently stroke a finger through your soaked pussy. You felt his nudge your thighs apart with his knees, allowed him to gain better access to your now swollen clit.
You let out a whimper at the wave of pleasure that sent delicious tingles up your spine. God, you wanted him so bad. After what seemed like months, hell even years of teasing- that night in the locker room when he left you a wet mess. You needed him inside you. Now.
You hooked your leg around his before using the leverage to flip you both over so that you sat astride him.
Johnny looked up- dumbfounded. You couldn't help but smile at the look of surprise on his face.
"I've had quite enough of your teasing, Mr. Suh." You said as you stepped off the couch with him still staring like a fool.
You slowly unzipped your gown and let the silky fabric fall down your body- it's caress causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin an your nipples to harden.
Johnny sat up and went stock still, his gaze slowly devouring your body from top to bottom. You felt a bit nervous in that moment, since he was silent for a bit. Slowly, he leaned back into the couch with his arms draped across the back and his legs spread apart. It was that signature Johnny slouch that made him look so effortlessly hot.
"By all means, please show me some discipline Miss President." He quipped with a shit-eating grin.
You threw your head back in a genuine laugh before slowly staling towards him.
"Gladly."
You straddled his lap and began to run your hands up his chest to get to the buttons on his shirt. You noticed him about to touch you before you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
"No touching. This is part of your punishment." You said in the firm voice you would always use when reprimanding him at school.
"Yes Ma'am." He replied, leaning back and moving his arms back to where they were.
You leaned into him, grazing his ear with your lips. Gently kissing down the sensitive flesh just below his ear earned a groan from Johnny that had slick now coating your inner thighs.
Your fingers got to work on his shirt buttons with each button that came undone you kissed his skin there, slowly descending down the corded muscles on his chest and torso. Finally, you stopped at the zipper of his pants.
He was painfully hard, you could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. Slowly unzipping him, you began to stroking his length along the outside of his boxers- noting the wet spot where his head was leaking precum.
You looked up to see him fighting his own will to keep his hands to himself. He looked at you with his brows knitted together as if it was paining him not to touch you.
"Oh fuck, please y/n. Let me touch you." He pleaded desperately. Something about the Johnny Suh being a whimpering mess just from your touch gave you a new confidence (and a new kink) you weren't even aware of until now.
"Oh no, you haven't learned your lesson yet, baby." You lulled in a melodic tone before pulling him free of his boxers. Trying to maintain your dominant demeanor was a bit difficult considering you had never actually seen Johnny's dick before. You knew he was big, but wow was he perfect. He was thick, smooth, and curved just slightly upward.
You were salivating before gently taking the head of his beautiful cock into your mouth. Johnny's head fell back in a loud moan.
"Oh god y/n." He said, gripping the back of couch so hard his knuckles turned white- wrestling with the urge to fuck your mouth. You began to bob your head gently while using your hand to pump the rest of him in time with your mouth. Johnny wasn't shy about his pleasure, swearing and whimpering your name as you continued to take him in your mouth.
You felt his cock twitch and his legs begin to shake as he approached his orgasm.
"Wait." He said abruptly. "I am not letting myself cum before I taste you."
Before you could move Johnny lifted you from your knees and set you down on your back. He stood for a moment to relieve himself of his pants and boxers completely. You took the moment to look at him in all his glory. He was unbelievably perfect, the way he was tall and lean but clearly strong, you took notice of the tattoos on his shoulder and arm. A sunflower- you smiled to yourself at that.
Johnny kneeled in front of you, using his knees to spread your legs apart. You let them fall open to expose yourself to him.
"Fuck. You have the most gorgeous pussy, y/n." He said, not daring to take his eyes on your center. "Play with your pussy for me, darling."
You obliged him and slid your hand down to your impossibly wet folds, tracing slow, small circles around your throbbing bud. You let out a pathetic moan, finally getting some relief.
"Just like that baby." Johnny praised as he began to stroke himself.
You were so turned on it didn't take long to feel your climax approaching. You instinctively began rubbing faster, tighter circles on your clit. It was right when your were about to fall over the edge that your felt a sharp slap to your thigh.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, princess? Making you cum is my job." He scolded before hooking his arms around your thigh and hoisting you closer to him.
Johnny began to lay soft kisses up your calves, up your thighs, almost as if he was worshipping you and your body. He took his time before he got to your soaked pussy. His mouth hovered right over where you needed him, and he looked up at you with a teasing smirk. His hot breath fanned your center, you squirmed and push your hips towards his mouth. Johnny responded by using his forearm to hold your hips down.
"My turn." He said.
Johnny's pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your aching clit before beginning to flick it gently with his tongue. Your hands immediately flew to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of his soft locks as you let you a loud sigh of pleasure.
As if that wasn't enough, he slipped two fingers into your wet cunt and began to curl them upwards into your g-spot. Johnny began sucking on your clit and you screamed.
"Oh my god, Johnny. Fuck!" You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm swelling-your abs tightened, your legs locked, your back arching.
"Come on my tongue, y/n" Johnny commanded. You shattered, screaming Johnny's name as your orgasm racked your body, lighting up every nerve.
"That's it, baby." Johnny coaxed every last bit of pleasure out of you as he continued to finger you through your climax.
You slowly came down from your high, although your legs continued twitching in the aftershock of the biggest orgasm on your life so far. Johnny tenderly began kissing up your torso to your lips. It almost broke your heart how soft he was with you.
"Come on, get up." He said softly, laying himself on his back and helping you straddle him again.
"Ride me, baby. I want to see every inch of you." His hand gripped your hips as he looked up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
You couldn’t help but grin like a fool before you felt him guiding himself into you. Lifting your hips to help him, you felt the tip of his cock slide into you. Savoring the delicious stretch of his cock, you locked eyes with Johnny as you slowly sank down onto him.
You watched each other let own a groan of pure ecstasy as you finally joined together. He was divine, he filled you as if he was made for you.
"I can't believe you're fucking real." Johnny groaned as he tighten the grip on your hips. "I knew you would feel so fucking perfect."
You began to move on him, setting a steady pace where you could enjoy the feeling of his cock inside you, how you could see it bulging in your lower stomach. The slight of him being the deep into you made your pussy clench.
Johnny began to help you move on top of him by bringing you up and down on his cock, which encouraged you to pick up the pace. You felt your breasts bouncing with every stroke, and the curve of his dick grazing your g-spot. You threw your head back with a loud moan.
"You are so ridiculously beautiful. You're everything, y/n." Johnny said as he pulled you down for a kiss. You looked into each others eyes, sharing breath as you exchanged moans of pleasure.
You felt Johnny hook his leg behind yours before effortlessly flipping you both over so he hovered over you.
"As much as I want to make love to you for hours." He says giving you a soft kiss before pulling back with a primal hunger in his eyes. "I'm going to lose my mind if I don't fuck you."
Any thoughts you had dissipated as soon as Johnny hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in and setting a brutal pace, pounding you into the couch.
"Oh fuck, Johnny!"
"I know baby, I know. You're taking it so well for me, angel."
Johnny brought one hand up to pin your arms up behind your head by the wrists. The other went to your jaw to tilt your head up into a searing kiss. The pace of his hips slamming into your provided amazing friction to your clit. You could feel your second orgasm beginning to swell, the perfect curve of his cock grazing your g-spot with every thrust.
You cried out, your back arching as the sensation began to build.
"I need you to come before I do, sweetheart. Come on my cock."
You felt your orgasm begin to crest, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you teetered over the edge.
"I love you, y/n."
You climaxed in an enormous wave that washed over your entire body. The sheer intensity cause your vision to black out for a few seconds.
"I love you!" You chanted in a mantra as the your pussy throbbed around Johnny.
"Oh fuck!" He cried as his hips finally stuttered and he came inside you. It was an odd feeling, his cum painting your the walls of your cunt- but it felt so incredibly right.
There was no sound but both of your ragged breathing as you came down from your highs, reveling in the feeling of still having him inside you.
"Hi." Johnny said with a breathy laugh.
You giggled. "Hey there."
"This wasn’t exactly how I imagined this night to go."
"Neither did I, but I'm not mad about it."
Johnny chuckled before giving you a tender kiss. You stayed like that for few seconds before he eventually pulled out of you and you both slowly started to dress yourselves again.
"So, what does this mean? You're at war now?" You asked, your mind now wrapping itself around what had happened earlier.
"Yes, most likely. I'll need to take care of some things, but I'll keep us safe." Johnny cupped your face in his hands.
"Us?" You asked.
"Us." He grinned.
"I'll lie, cheat, kill, or die before anyone lays a finger on you, y/n." He had that deadly serious look in his eye, you knew he was being genuine.
"And I would do the same for you."
"After tonight, I know you would." He pulled you in for another kiss. You languidly enjoyed each other's lips for a moment.
"I think you should stay with me for the time being."
"But what about Alex? They could be in danger."
"Don't worry, I'll have someone watching your apartment. I swear to you they won't get hurt."
You nodded, you knew your life would never be the same.
"So, will I see you at school next week?" You asked.
Johnny laughed, his genuine smile was so beautiful.
"Yes Ma'am, I wouldn't even think of missing class." He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Good, don't make me teach you another lesson."
He pretended to think deeply for a second. "On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t show up then."
You giggled a playfully pushed his chest, only to have him pull you back in by the waist for another kiss.
He leaned his forehead against yours. "Let's go home."
It was a brisk morning as you made your way across campus. Life with Johnny as your boyfriend definitely changed your life as you know it. With everyone else still blissfully unaware of the double life you now live with him, you figured you could still keep up the charade of the upstanding student body president.
A pair of arms snuck around you from behind. "Good morning, Miss President."
You jumped at your boyfriend's voice in your ear. "You scared me dammit!"
"Don't worry love it's just me, I'd never let anything happen to you remember?" He kissed your temple.
You smiled. "I know."
"Listen, meet me after class today, I want to take you somewhere."
"Sounds ominous"
Johnny chuckled. "Nothing scary, I promise. At least I hope." He smirked before giving you a peck on cheek and sauntering off.
You couldn't help but watch the clock all day, the anticipation gnawing away at you despite your best efforts to ignore it. When it comes to Johnny, there really is nothing predictable.
When the professor finally dismissed class 5 minutes late you practically bolted out of the room. Taking a brisk pace, you found Johnny as he always was- leaning against his Audi, smoking a cig with his shades on. As soon as he caught sight of you he put out his smoke and swept you into a bear hug. His hugs were truly the best, his arms felt like the safest place in the world.
"Shall we?" He said after he put you down.
"You're not gonna kidnap me, are you?"
"Not unless you want me to." He winked.
You laughed and he opened the passenger door for you. Driving in the city was always hectic, but he took you back to his family's lavish townhome. You hadn't been back there since that night.
He led you up to the penthouse apartment, leading you down to a doorway you hadn't seen last time.
"This was my old room here. It has one of my favorite places in the house." He explained before pushing open the huge french doors.
It led to one of the coolest rooms you had ever seen. It practically screamed 'Johnny'. There was art and pictures everywhere on the walls, you could see where he kept a huge closet of all of his clothes- a lot of them still there. Books lined a whole wall, and you held back a giggle when you noticed the huge pile of stuffies on his bed.
"I like to collect them, ok?" He said, blushing slightly.
"How cute." You teased.
"Come on." He took your hand and led you to another set of french doors that let out to a balcony.
"Woah." Was all you could say as you took in the New York City skyline bathed in sunset.
"Time always felt like it stood still here." Johnny said from behind you. "It's the one place I'd come to escape it all- get lost in a book for a while."
You smiled as you continued to take in the view, imagining Johnny spending his time out here, catching sun rays.
"It's perfect." You said.
"You're perfect." You heard him say. You smiled to yourself. "Which is actually why I wanted to do this." He said.
Confused by his statement, you turned around to face him.
The last this you were expecting was Johnny on one knee, holding a gold ring that held a single diamond- it dazzled as it caught the sun's golden light. All you could do was stare. Johnny's looked up at you with so much sincerity you felt tears prick your eyes.
Hiii. I came across your teaser for the rich kids collab, i am curious if the collab is still ongoing? Because whenever i click the masterlist, nothing comes up 😔 anyway is the taglist still open for the johnny one? Can i please be added? 😊😊
hii! the collab actually got canceled :( but I will still be posting mine anyway! I can def add u :)
hello! saw you reply to an ask saying that you might post the johnny rich kid fic soon 👀 i’m super excited for it! can i please be added to the tag list? ^.^
hi there!
yes I can definitely add you, excited for you to read it! :)
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