Mafia Pt.2- Wooyoung Ending
I made the Hongjoong ending, now it's time for the Wooyoung ending. His ending is more angsty and has more plot twists, while Joong's was more romantic. And this is not proofread at all, so please don't mind any mistakes or bad grammar.
(I also still haven't figured out how to add links to part one, so it's on my page if you want to read it, sorry)
âYou really think weâll be okay going back?â I asked Wooyoung for the hundredth time.Â
âYes, will you shut up already? If those guys are still there, weâll just come back.â He answered, rolling his eyes at me.Â
âBut what if they see us?â I asked again, still not trusting his plan to go back to my apartment and get some of my things.Â
âThen Iâll kill them.â He deadpanned to me, continuing walking down the street.Â
âDonât kill anyone.â I whisper shouted at him, looking at the people around us on the street to make sure they didnât hear him.Â
âWell, if I donât kill them, then theyâll kill us. Would you like that?â He raised his eyebrows at me, tired of my anxious thinking.Â
âNo,â I mumbled. âI still donât see why I even have to go. Iâd rather stay back at the penthouse.âÂ
Wooyoung side eyed me, âSanâs the only one there right now, so be my guest.â He laughed at my face, seeing it drop immediately. âExactly.â He concluded the conversation, walking in silence from then on.Â
I wanted to take a car, but Wooyoung insisted it was too nice of a night to drive and that we should walk instead. I argued, saying then weâd have to carry all of my stuff back with us, when we could just put it in the trunk of the car. And then he told me that he didnât drive, and San would have to drive us. Needless to say, we ended up walking.Â
The walk was short, Wooyoungâs comments being enough to keep me entertained the whole time. The walk through my building was tense, both of us watching everything that moved in fear that it would be the men who were there. It had already been a couple of days, but thereâs no telling how long they would be willing to wait if they thought I was connected to Wooyoungâs mafia.Â
We got to my door with no problems, me handing him the keys. I was too scared to open the door myself. He turned the key, finding the door already open. I tensed immediately, while Wooyoung grabbed the gun on his hip. He pushed the door open, slowly walking inside while I remained in the hallway.Â
âItâs empty. Come on.â His head popped out into the hallway. I nodded, following him back in. I instinctively grabbed onto the back of his shirt, feeling safer near him. He smirked slightly at the reaction, taking the opportunity to make a joke. âYou just canât stand being away from me, huh?âÂ
âShut up.â I mumbled, stopping myself from speaking any more after he turned on the light in the living room. The whole room was trashed, my pictures and lamps were on the floor broken, my furniture ripped and torn up. My hand went to my mouth in shock, taking in the sight before me. Wooyoung watched silently, getting mad at himself. He was the one who brought her into this shit, now she was suffering because of it. He left the room, going to shut and relock the front door in case the men came back, while I remained in the living room looking at my trashed things. I slowly made my way into my bedroom, expecting the worst.Â
The sheets were ripped off the bed, laying on the floor and my desk was trashed, everything either broken or thrown to the floor. I accepted my reality quickly, going to grab a bag and some clothes. I opened my closet to find my clothes not ripped or trashed, shockingly. Some were pulled off the hangers and were laying on the floor and some were just moved around. I grabbed some simple, comfy clothes and shoved them angrily into my bag, moving on to grab some other things I could manage to find. Wooyoung had come back at that point, sitting on my disheveled bed and watching silently. He looked mad, so I didnât speak to him much.Â
After I packed 2 bags, I stood at the door, waiting for him. He noticed me ready, taking one of the bags from me and slinging it over his shoulder, going to walk past me and out of my room. I put my hand on the door frame, stopping him.Â
âWhy are you mad?â I threw out cautiously, just wanting to know the reason.Â
He sighed, looking into the living room at the mess. âIâm just frustrated, thatâs all. Iâm sorry all this happened. I know you didnât ask for any of it and you donât deserve it.â He apologized.Â
I blinked, not expecting that to be his answer. âWell, itâs what happened, so we just have to deal with it, right? Canât go back and change what happened.â I tried to cheer him up slightly, failing as that only seemed to darken his mood.Â
A sound at the door interrupted us, making him immediately push me into my bedroom. He squeezed us both into the closet, shutting the door behind him. My face was by his neck, his breath on my forehead.Â
âShh,â He whispered to me, staring at me intently through the dark. I didnât know why he felt the need to say that, I wasnât saying a word.Â
The sound of footsteps filled the air, walking through the apartment. I reached up and fisted Wooyoungâs shirt, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. He wrapped an arm around me slowly, listening intently to where the guy was going. We heard the door shut again soon after, both of us relaxing a little. Wooyoung waited a few more seconds before going to open the door. He stopped, though, when we heard voices and the front door opened again. This time, the footsteps sounded more rushed, coming and going really quickly, the front door slamming shut this time. Wooyoung waited even longer this time just to be sure. About a minute later, we emerged from the closet, him going to check and make sure the men had actually left. He came back soon after, saying they were gone and I could come out. I shakily walked out, feeling too scared to leave now. But I knew if I didnât leave, theyâd just find me when they came back. They must really want to get Wooyoungâs mafia if they would go to such lengths just for someone they suspect is involved with them, I realized.Â
Wooyoung interrupted my thought process when he walked toward me, âYou okay? You look pale.â He asked like we didnât just almost get caught by really, really dangerous men.Â
âIâm fine, I just wanna leave.â I simply said, just wanting to get out of there and go somewhere safer.Â
âAlright,â He agreed, feeling the same way. He went into the bedroom and grabbed the bags, taking them toward the door. He peered outside again, checking for them men once more before looking back at me, waiting for me to follow.Â
I did, not wanting to waste another second standing in the trashed apartment. Wooyoung continued to carry the bags, worried for the girlâs sanity. She still hadnât regained any color in her face and was hugging herself with her arms. He shook his head, realizing he probably shouldnât have brought her. But he didnât know what stuff to get or what she needed, so he brought her.Â
The walk back to the penthouse was silent, me spacing out and Wooyoung carrying my bags. He was scanning our surroundings, occasionally looking over at me to make sure I was doing okay.Â
âAre you sure youâre fine? You look sick.â He checked again, wanting an honest answer this time.Â
âYeah, Iâm better. I just canât believe this is the situation Iâm in right now. Itâs not where I thought Iâd be right now.â The situation had finally sunk in after seeing what had happened to where I live, making me emotional.Â
Wooyoung nodded along, feeling guilty for being the one to get her involved. And it made it harder on him because he couldnât really do anything about it. He couldnât get her old life back or make the men stop looking for her, all he could do is what Hongjoong told him to, which is to protect her.Â
We finally made it back to the penthouse, making me zone back into reality and follow Wooyoung to the elevator. The ride was also silent, neither of us knowing what to say to each other anymore. Wooyoung didnât even have any snarky comments to make, which made the situation worse. If Wooyoung didnât have a joke, it must be serious. We entered the elevator, me making a beeline for Hongjoongâs room, my new safe space. Wooyoung frowned at that, wanting to be the one to comfort the girl.Â
I stopped, noticing Hongjoong wasnât in the room. He must be out for business, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do, but not wanting to leave the room. Wooyoung came in a few seconds later, setting down my bags and turning around, immediately leaving the room. He was hurt that he wasnât the one she wanted to comfort her, instead wanting his captain. He headed for his room, noticing San wasnât there, and collapsed on his bed, kicking off his shoes. He laid there, listening to the silence. Having 8 men in one pent house was crowded, and there wasnât often silence, so he savored every moment.Â
A few moments later, as he was drifting off to sleep, his door slowly swung open.Â
âHi,â My voice came out rough, not having been used in a while.Â
âHey,â He mumbled back, leaning on his elbows to see me.Â
I stood there, not really knowing why I came to his room. I just didnât want to be alone. I started fidgeting with my hands, him staring at me and waiting for me to talk.Â
âDo you need something?â He asked slowly, not wanting to scare me off, but wanting to know why I was there.Â
âI just donât want to be alone, if thatâs okay.â I remained in the doorway, not wanting to go in without his permission.Â
He nodded, not saying anything and patted the spot next to him. I walked in and sat down stiffly, eyeing Sanâs side of the room. My fear of being alone here was greater than my fear of him, making me chance him being in their room.Â
Wooyoung stared at me, trying to think of something to say to make the girl feel better. He couldnât think of anything, though, so he stayed silent, hoping that just being there would be enough. It was, for me, so we remained in silence. He was laying on the bed, me sitting awkwardly on the edge. I started observing the room around me. It was a lot different than Hongjoongâs, a lot brighter. It had more reds and purples, still dark, but at least there was color. While I was looking around, I started hearing soft snores from beside me. Wooyoung had fallen asleep, snoring softly. I looked at his features, getting a good look at him for the first time. He was attractive, having soft but prominent features. He stirred in his sleep, making my eyes shoot away from him, scared of being caught staring at him. I kept eyes on the walls after that, looking over Sanâs side of the room. There wasnât much to look at, his side not as colorful and nice as Wooyoungâs. I shivered just seeing his side of the room, looking back over at Wooyoung. I relaxed a little into the bed, Wooyoungâs quiet snores making me relax more. Wooyoung took up most of the bed, so I couldnât lay down, but I was starting to feel tired. I eyed him while pursing my lips, considering my options. I wanted to just shove him over so I had room, but that would be rude. I wasnât even considering laying on Sanâs bed, and Hongjoongâs was too far. I was too scared to be alone right now to go back to his room. I opted for laying on the floor, the carpet actually being comfortable. I stole one of Wooyoungâs pillows to use, and somehow managed to not wake him up. I drifted off to sleep quickly, ready to take a well deserved nap.Â
I woke up to someone hitting me on my arm.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing on the floor? Get your ass on the bed?â Wooyoungâs face hung off the bed above me, his bangs almost hitting my face.Â
âYour ass took up the whole bed.â I grumbled back, rolling over away from him.Â
âIâll move over, youâre not sleeping on the floor.â He rolled me back over by my shoulder, looking dead serious.Â
I glared at him, and he glared back at me. I gave in eventually, getting up and throwing myself on the bed, not giving him much time to move over. I reached down, grabbing the pillow off the floor. Me and Wooyoung were crammed on his bed, it being a lot smaller than Hongjoongâs. We were pressed against each other, my back on his back. His bed was too small for us to have our own space, but I would put up with this before sleeping alone.Â
âI canât sleep on my right side,â Wooyoung whined.Â
âThen, roll over.â I grumbled, half asleep.Â
âNo,â He stated simply. He knew itâd be more uncomfortable if he rolled over. Theyâd practically be spooning.Â
âThen, suffer.â I answered back, not moving a muscle.Â
âYouâre mean.â He complained like a child who didnât get his way. For a member of the mafia, he sure wasnât very mature sometimes.Â
âYouâre mean, too.â I looked over my shoulder in annoyance.Â
âYou were mean first.â He shot back, looking over his shoulder, too.Â
I rolled onto my back, facing him more, âYou complained, I told you what to do, and then you said no. How is that being mean?â I glared at him. We were back to bickering again.Â
âYou told me to suffer. Thatâs mean. All I did was say no.âÂ
âWell, why did you say no? Whatâs wrong with rolling over if you donât like sleeping on your right side?â I shot back, mad at him.Â
âBecause,â He mumbled, laying his head on the pillow and trying to sleep on his back.Â
âWhy?â I nudged his arm, wanting to know now. Did he really not want us to touch at all?
He sighed and opened his eyes again, âYou donât want to know.â He answered, sure of himself.Â
âYes, I do. I really do.â I answered, sure of myself and not giving up.Â
âBecause I really donât think you want my dick near your ass,â He threw out there casually, making my face go red. I looked the other way, staring at Sanâs side of the room that seemed so fascinating right now. âExactly.â He said calmly, laying his head back down on the pillow. I cleared my throat, rolling over to face away from him again, not having an answer to that. I really didnât think he had an actual reason.Â
A half hour later, I was still wide awake. Wooyoungâs comment still on my mind. It had suddenly occurred to me that I was in bed with a man, a real man. An attractive man, at that. It would be so much easier if he was ugly and I didnât find him attractive. I had always been turned off because of his snarky comments, so I never really stopped to look at how attractive he was. But seeing him today, being so considerate and concerned for me, it really affected me. I hadnât seen that side of him before, and I liked it. I rolled over, looking at his sleeping face over my shoulder. He was out cold, snoring loudly now. I went back to admiring his features, being less scared of him waking up now. I leaned up on my elbow, still looking at him. His snoring had slowed, almost stopping, but he still seemed asleep, so I wasnât worried.Â
I soon realized that was a mistake, when his eyes opened and he was looking right at me. My eyes widened, but didnât leave his face. He didnât say anything, just looked back at me. We sat there, just staring at each other for a while, neither of us saying anything. The air got more tense, both of us intently eyeing the other. Our faces were close, too, maybe 6 inches apart. I could see all the small scars on his face and the different shades of brown in his eyes.Â
Wooyoung suddenly licked his lips, swallowing hard. His eyes drifted over my face, looking like he was deep in thought. He pushed himself up on his pillow, his eyes scanning between mine. He leaned forward suddenly, me almost closing my eyes to kiss him, but he surprised me when he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. He stopped just before our lips met, still looking me in the eyes, our faces about 3 inches apart now. I couldnât tell what he was waiting for, so I closed the distance between us, connecting our lips. He tensed a little, not expecting me to make the first move. But he relaxed into the kiss soon after, kissing me back. He pulled back a few seconds later, scanning my eyes again. I stayed still this time, not knowing what to do. He pulled back, so I wanted him to make the next move.Â
âDonât sleep in Hongjoongâs room tonight.â His voice was low, still rough from his nap.Â
âWell, Iâm not sleeping in here with San.â I immediately blurted out, not even thinking about what he was actually implying. He just didnât want me sleeping with another man.Â
He scoffed, rolling his eyes, âIâll kick him out for the night, youâre staying with me.âÂ
âNo,â I disagreed. âI will not give that man another reason to hate me. Think of something else.â I didnât want to leave his side either, but I had to protect my life from San.Â
âIâm starting to think you just donât want to stay with me.â He narrowed his eyes jokingly, but with a hint of concern.Â
âI do,â I lightly smacked his chest. âI just donât want San to have another reason to hate me. Iâd rather sleep alone than die.âÂ
âWhy are you so scared of him? Heâs not mean.â Wooyoung laughed at me. He didnât understand what San could have done to make her so scared of him.Â
âWell,â I started thinking. âHe hasnât done anything specific, but I can tell he doesnât like me. And the feeling is completely mutual.âÂ
âThen, tonight will be your opportunity to get to know him. Youâll be sleeping in here like we originally planned.â He smiled at me. He was not letting the girl go back to Hongjoongâs room, but he didnât want to sleep on the couch with her.Â
âFine, but if he tries to kill me, youâre responsible.â I pointed at him accusingly, making sure he knew I was serious.Â
âI wonât let him anywhere near you,â He rolled his eyes again at me. âNow, let me kiss you again before everyone comes back.â He grabbed the back of my neck again, pulling my lips against his again. The kiss was longer this time, turning into a make out session.Â
Once it started getting really heated, he rolled over, pushing me onto my back and leaning over me. But it didnât last long, as the door opened and he shot off of me, landing next to me on the bed. Our eyes shot to the door, looking for who walked in.Â
San stood there, staring blankly at me. I froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do. I heard Wooyoung swallow hard next to me, not knowing what to do either. After a moment of long silence, San finally moved. He entered the room, setting down his bag and walking straight into the bathroom. After a few seconds, we heard the shower running. Me and Wooyoung let out the breath we were both holding.Â
âSee? You were scared, too.â I looked at him, glaring.Â
âNo, I wasnât.â He defended himself poorly, looking away from me.Â
âYeah, Iâm not staying here tonight. Iâm scared of him, and you are, too.â I went to get up, wanting to return back to Hongjoongâs room now that he was probably back.Â
Wooyoung, seeming to sense where I was going, grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bed. âNo, come on. Just stay for a little longer. I wonât make you stay the night if you really donât want to.âÂ
I stopped my movements. I really did want to stay with Wooyoung, I really wanted to keep making out with him. But with San being in the same room, I wouldnât survive longer than 5 minutes. His blank look alone is enough to give me a heart attack. Wooyoung would be fine if we didnât spend the night together, although heâll pout a lot.Â
We settled back into the bed, simply cuddling. We didnât want San to come out of the shower and see us making out again. We were just talking casually, about our lives before all this mess, and how we grew up.Â
The shower suddenly stopped running, both of us freezing and waiting for San to come out. He did soon after, wearing nothing. Not even a towel was wrapped around his waist. Wooyoungâs hand shot over my eyes while my mouth fell open in shock.Â
âHey, come on. Thereâs a lady here.â Wooyoung shouted at him, San simply ignored him and grabbed his clothes from his closet to get dressed. âI know youâre used to doing that when itâs just us, but donât walk around naked when thereâs a woman here.â Wooyoung attempted to scold him, getting no response from the other man. I stayed still, keeping Wooyoungâs hand over my eyes. I didnât want to see anything, at all.Â
San finished getting dressed, and Wooyoung lowered his hand off my eyes. As soon as me and Sanâs eyes met, he decided to speak, âYou could walk around naked,â He looked at Wooyoung. âAnd then weâll be even.â My mouth once again fell open in shock and I turned my body toward Wooyoung more, not liking Sanâs eyes on me.Â
âSan, what the hell? No!â Wooyoung looked at him like he was crazy. He never made comments like that. What had gotten into him? He froze, realizing why San was acting so weird around her. He liked her, he thought she was attractive. He paled at the thought, pitying any girl that the man took interest in. He had been sharing a room with San long enough to know how the man treated women, and he wasnât going to let that happen with the one in his arms. Not that he really had anything to worry about, the woman was terrified of San.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â Hongjoong appeared at the door. He hated when they yelled inside, it was even a rule to not do it. So if they were yelling, something must be going on.Â
Sanâs eyes didnât leave me as Wooyoung told him what happened. Hongjoong glared sharply at San, telling him to stay away from me for the rest of the time I was staying with them and for me to leave the room. The walk down the hallway was silent, only the sound of our feet on the floor being heard. We entered back into Hongjoongâs room, him shutting the door and sighing, sitting on the bed.Â
âIâm sorry. I donât know whatâs wrong with San. He usually doesnât act like that.â I simply nodded, not knowing how to reply. I was left speechless a lot today, in so many different situations, too. âIâd like you to stay away from him, please. Donât even go into their room if you can avoid it. I donât want to tell you what to do, but it would be best for your safety.â I nodded again, sad because that meant I couldnât spend any time in Wooyoungâs room with him.Â
He took my silence as an answer, going to grab some things from his desk and a duffel bag on the floor, âI have business to go to, so Iâll be gone for most of the night. Try to get some sleep.â He spoke while gathering his things.Â
âDo you have to go?â I asked, even more scared to sleep alone now. He eyed me weirdly, wondering why I was asking him that. I realized he may misinterpret it, quickly correcting myself. âI mean, I just donât want to be alone.âÂ
He nodded, heading for the door. âOkay.â He mumbled. I stared at the open door in shock, did he really just leave when I said I was scared to be alone?Â
After a few seconds, he still hadnât come back. I gave up, grabbing a change of clothes from one of my bags and going into the bathroom to change.Â
When I came out, I screamed, scaring the man laying on the bed. âWhat the hell are you screaming for? Itâs just me.â Wooyoung covered his ears, being dramatic.Â
âWell, I didnât expect someone to be in here, much less you.â I glared at him, taking my old clothes over to my bags and setting them next to it. âWhy are you here anyway?âÂ
âHongjoong said you didnât want to be alone, so he said I could stay here tonight with you. And he took San out with him, so heâs not here to bother you for most of the night.â I relaxed hearing his explanation, climbing into the bed with him. âNow,â He started. âWhere were we earlier?â He leaned in to kiss me again, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips.Â
âWeâre not making out in Hongjoongâs bed. Absolutely not.â I said, grossed out about the idea. I wouldnât want to find out that someone made out in my bed, so Iâm sure he wouldnât want to find out that either.Â
Wooyoung, however, didnât see this the same way I did. He sighed at me, frustrated. It was one thing after another stopping him from having a moment with the girl. âThen, what do you suggest we do?â He looked boredly at me, waiting for me to suggest something. I looked around, realizing there wasnât much to do. But I wanted to stay in the bedroom just in case Hongjoong and San came back early. I yawned, answering his question. âLetâs just get some sleep, then. Youâve had a long day.â He moved closer to me, wrapping a hand around my shoulder and rubbing my hair. I laid my head on his chest, his breaths and his hand in my hair lulling me to sleep quickly. Wooyoung looked down at the sleeping girl, feeling even more guilty about what he had dragged her into. Now, he was getting emotionally attached, and he didnât seem to be the only one.








