Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18,
pairing: yunho x afab reader / wooyoung x san x jongho watching
word count: 4.2k
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Yunho had been sitting on the edge of the bed for nearly an hour, headset on, controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen in front of him as his teammate’s voices filled the room through his headset. The low rumble of San’s laugh, Wooyoung’s chaotic shouting, and Jongho’s dry sarcasm all blended into a background hum you were very, very tired of.
Especially since you’d come out of the shower in nothing but one of Yunho’s old tees, your favorite one, the soft black one with the tiny rip at the hem, and the man hadn’t so much as looked at you.
You shifted on the bed, stretched your legs just enough so your thigh brushed his. He didn’t even glance away from the screen.
“Baby,” you pouted softly, fingers trailing across his broad back. “You said five more minutes… twenty minutes ago.”
“Yeah, yeah…. just one more match,” Yunho mumbled distractedly, leaning forward as his thumbs moved rapidly over the controller. “San’s down…. Yo, Woo, go left. I’m covering the flank.”
You stared at him. Then slowly slid your hand up the inside of his arm. Still nothing. Your eyebrow twitched. You hadn’t even noticed the soft blue glow of his webcam light, the way it was angled slightly above the screen, definitely catching his full frame. And probably a little more of the bed behind him than he realized.
He didn’t see the spark that lit your eyes as your pout shifted into something else. Something mischievous. Fine. He wanted to play games? You’d start one of your own.
Yunho barely flinched as you slid off the bed, walking around to the other side, right behind him and his camera, well within the view of anyone watching his stream. You didn’t say a word as you climbed back into bed and laid down with a soft sigh, tugging the oversized shirt just a little higher on your thighs.
Still nothing.
You spread your legs, one knee bent and resting to the side, giving him, well, his viewers, just the barest flash of what you weren’t wearing beneath the shirt.
Still. Nothing.
A slow smirk curled across your lips as you traced your fingers up your thigh. Dragging them slowly, teasingly, higher. You bit your lip, feigning a soft breathy sigh. That got a reaction. Yunho’s jaw twitched. Just slightly. But his eyes never left the screen.
Challenge accepted.
Your fingers dipped between your legs and moved with deliberate, sultry ease, slipping between your thighs, slick already gathering from the sheer anticipation you had been simmering in for the past hour. Your breath hitched, the sound barely a whisper, but in the quiet lull between Wooyoung’s rant and Jongho’s deadpan commentary, it carried.
You closed your eyes, back arching slightly as you drew small circles over your clit, teasing yourself with the kind of touch that you knew would send you just to the edge and hold you there.
Still… no reaction from Yunho. But someone else had noticed.
“Wait…” Wooyoung’s voice cut through the comms, sharp and confused. “Uh… Yunho?”
“Mmh?” Yunho didn’t look away from the screen, laser focused on the enemy in the building ahead. “What?” Wooyoung went quiet for a beat. Then another. “Bro. BRO. You’re live right now, right?”
That got Yunho’s attention. He froze, shoulders going tense. “Yeah… why?”
Wooyoung didn’t answer. He was already off his mic, wheezing. Full on laughing, his voice muffled as if he’d thrown himself away from his headset. San, still in game, oblivious as ever, yelled out, “Yo I need backup! Don’t make me pull a Jongho and solo this shit!”
But Jongho had gone quiet too. Because he’d seen it now. The feed from Yunho’s cam, the barely there angle that had just enough room to show the faint movement behind him on the bed. The curve of a bare leg. The slow, unmistakable motion of Y/N’s hand between her thighs.
Yunho blinked. Finally turned just enough to glance behind him and the controller slipped from his hands. There you were. Flat on your back, shirt hiked up to your waist, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Your eyes met his, lids heavy, lips parted, fingers working over your slick folds in lazy, wanton circles, moaning soft and pretty just for you, and now accidentally for everyone else.
Yunho’s mouth parted, words forming and dying in his throat as you gave him a look. Daring. Dangerous. Then you slipped two fingers inside yourself and gasped.
Yunho stood. Slowly. Quietly. Controller dropped, headset still hanging around his neck, the mic hot.
You froze for a split second, fingers still buried inside you, your breath catching as you watched the shift in his entire posture, the way his shoulders squared, how his eyes darkened, locked on you with a look that made your stomach flip and heat pool even deeper.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked over. The soft creak of the bed under his knee, large hand grabbing your wrist and yanking it away from your soaked center with a wet sound that made both of you inhale sharply. Your slick coated your fingers, catching the dim light. Yunho held your wrist up between you like it was evidence. Like he was disgusted, except his tongue darted out, tasting your fingers in one lazy, deliberate lick.
“You wanted them to see this?” he asked, voice low and ragged. “You want them all watching while I show them what kind of mess I can make you?” You couldn’t speak, only moan. And Yunho was already moving. He shoved your legs apart without gentleness, eyes flicking once to the webcam and then right back to your face. “Don’t look away,” he muttered. “You started this, now take it.”
Then he ducked between your thighs and devoured you. No teasing. No warming up. His mouth latched onto your clit and sucked, hard, pulling a cry from your throat that would’ve been humiliating if it weren’t so absolutely fucking hot.
You fisted the sheets, legs twitching already. Then you felt it, his fingers. One slid inside easily, curling instantly against that spot that made your hips buck. A second followed fast, no pause, working in tandem with his mouth, tongue flicking and lips dragging slow, sucking circles around your clit like he was starved.
Your moans were getting louder, more frantic. You knew you were still live, still on camera, and the very idea only turned you on more. Then came the third. Your whole body arched. “Yunho… fuck…. please…”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even flinch. He growled against your core, the vibration making your thighs clamp around his head. “Take it,” he rasped. “You wanted to be a show, right? Give them something they’ll never forget.”
Then the fourth. It burned in the most mind melting, overwhelming way. Your body couldn’t take it. You were already coming apart at the seams, sobbing now as Yunho fucked you with his hand and licked you like it was the only thing that could keep him breathing.
A sudden violent shudder had your body locking up, heels digging into the mattress as a high, pitched cry ripped from your throat. You squirted, hard, soaking Yunho’s hand and face, the sheets beneath you, everything.
His groan was primal. “Fuck, look at that,” he said, tongue licking along your inner thigh as his fingers finally pulled out with an obscene wet sound. “They’re probably all watching with their dicks in their hands right now.”
Yunho sat back on his heels, chest heaving, his jaw wet with your slick. His eyes raked over you, still sprawled on the soaked sheets, legs trembling and face flushed, breath coming in broken little gasps.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked directly at the camera, then back at you. “You’re not done,” he said roughly. “Get up.” You blinked at him, dazed and still recovering, but something in his voice made you obey. You sat up slowly, limbs unsteady, and Yunho reached for your hand, guiding you to the edge of the bed where he sat, legs spread wide.
He undid his sweats with one hand, pushing them down enough to free his dick, already thick and painfully hard, flushed red at the tip and twitching. “Show them who you belong to,” he muttered.
You dropped to your knees between his legs, hands resting on his thighs for balance as you leaned in, licking a slow stripe from the base of his dick to the tip. Yunho hissed through his teeth, head falling back for a moment before his hand came down to tangle in your hair.
“Eyes up,” he growled, tightening his grip. You looked up at him, mouth opening around his tip, tongue swirling as you took him in slowly, inch by inch, the stretch of your jaw making you whimper around him. Yunho’s jaw clenched. His thighs flexed. His fingers twitched in your hair.
And miles away, on the other end of that livestream, three other men were watching in stunned silence.
Wooyoung was the first to break.
“Holy. SHIT.” His voice cracked, a half choked laugh bursting from him. “Bro, are we… are we seriously watching her suck your dick right now? Are we just….. doing this???”
San sounded like he’d just returned from war. “I thought I saw something. I wasn’t sure….. then she squirted and I dropped my controller and spilled my water….. what the fuck is happening right now?!”
Jongho? Dead silent. But he hadn’t left. And that silence? Said everything.
Back on screen, Yunho gave the camera a brief glance, then pressed the back of your head forward, pushing himself deeper into your throat. You gagged softly, but didn’t pull away, hands clutching his thighs as your mouth worked him over, spit slicking his dick as he began to guide the rhythm with firm rolls of his hips.
“You look so pretty like this,” Yunho muttered, voice low and dark. “Bet they’re all imagining it’s their dick in your mouth. Isn’t that right, boys?”
“Yunho!!” Wooyoung wheezed, scandalized and impressed all at once. “Oh my god, you’re actually gonna make me come without even touching myself…”
San made a wounded noise. “I…. I shouldn’t be here. I feel like I’m watching a sin…”
“She’s drooling,” Jongho muttered under his breath.
That shut everyone up. Because he said it like he liked it.
Yunho didn’t stop. He was fucking your mouth now, no better way to put it. His grip in your hair tightened, guiding you up and down over his dick with a pace that was nothing short of merciless, hips rolling slow and deep as your lips stretched around him, spit coating your chin and dripping down onto your chest.
You gagged again, and Yunho groaned. “Good girl,” he rasped, jaw tight as he stared down at you. “So desperate to be used you didn’t care who saw. Bet you wanted them to watch. Wanted them stroking their dicks to you choking on mine.”
And somewhere across that open live stream, that’s exactly what was happening.
Wooyoung’s camera had flipped off suddenly, his avatar idling on the screen, but his mic? Still hot. There was shuffling, a soft rustle of clothing, and then…
A breath. Sharp. Shaky. “Fuck,” he whispered.
Jongho didn’t even pretend to hide it. He hadn’t turned off his camera or his mic. The only clue was how quiet he’d gone, how his voice, always the calmest, the driest, was now thick, low, and breathless. “Your throat’s so tight around him,” Jongho murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “She’s taking it so well. Look at the way she’s drooling on his balls… shit.”
Meanwhile, San….
San was spiraling. “HELLO?!” he barked into the mic. “Are you guys jerking off?! Are you actually…. you’re jerking off?! What the…. do I leave? Do I log out? Is this a sex cult now?!”
“Mute your mic,” Wooyoung breathed, his voice practically dripping. “Or lean into it. Up to you.” San made a strangled noise like his soul was leaving his body.
Yunho, hearing it all through the headset still draped around his neck, grinned. He angled his hips harder, thrusting into your mouth deep enough to make your eyes water. You whimpered but didn’t stop, hands resting obediently on his thighs, throat bulging as he fucked into you, watching the way your jaw trembled and your nose brushed his pelvis with every push forward.
He pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air, then slid back in slow, eyes locked on yours. “That’s it, baby. Let them hear it. Let them hear how sloppy your mouth is for me.”
And they did.
The wet, obscene sounds of you sucking him, the way your moans vibrated around him, the subtle pop when he pulled back, only to thrust in again. It was all there. Live. Broadcasted to his three best friends. And none of them could look away.
Yunho’s dick slipped free from your lips with a lewd pop, spit glistening from your chin down to your chest. Your breathing came in ragged gasps, strings of saliva still connecting your mouth to the flushed, twitching tip of his dick.
Then his hand tightened in your hair. “Look at me,” Yunho growled. Your wide, glassy eyes rose to meet his as he yanked your head back, not harsh, but firm, controlled, demanding, and released you just enough to watch what you would do next.
You didn’t hesitate. Didn’t need direction. You crawled. Across the rumpled, soaked sheets, arms shaking, knees spreading, back arching until your ass was high in the air, shirt bunched up at your waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.
You settled on your elbows, spine curving like you were presenting yourself, offering up your slick, swollen, still dripping cunt to him. To them.
Yunho groaned at the sight, fist curling tight around the base of his dick as he stood, taking in the view like he wanted to burn it into memory. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, stepping closer. “You’re gonna break them.”
And oh… they were already breaking.
Wooyoung’s mic had long gone dead, but his camera had flicked back on briefly, and the flash of his flushed face, head tipped back, mouth parted, hand clearly pumping beneath frame, was enough to let everyone know what was going on.
Jongho had gone so still on screen it was eerie, except for the faint sound of breathing. Slow. Controlled. Focused. “She’s perfect,” he said, low and reverent.
San was silent now. No more spiraling, no more yelling. Just… breathing. Barely audible. Labored. And somewhere in the background, you could hear his controller hit the floor.
Yunho stepped behind you, dragging the thick head of his dick along your soaked folds but not pushing in yet. He looked straight at the camera. Then back at you. Then down at himself. “Tell them what you want,” he said, voice molten as his dick slid through your folds again, gathering slick, teasing both you and his three friends still watching.
He grunted softly at the obscene wet sound it made, the way you pushed your hips back toward him with a desperate little whimper. “Tell them,” he murmured, breath hot as he leaned over you. “Tell them what you want.”
You turned your head slightly, cheek against the sheets, voice breaking as you spoke. “Ruin me,” you begged. “Ruin me for them.” Yunho went still. Then growled, deep and dark in his throat.
Without warning, he grabbed both your wrists and yanked them behind your back, holding them tight like reins. His other hand gripped the base of his dick, lining himself up, and then he slammed into you in one brutal, claiming thrust.
You cried out.
So did San.
It wasn’t a scream. It wasn’t a word. Just this broken, strangled sound through his teeth as he stared at the screen, at your face twisting, Yunho’s hips snapping against your ass, the soft jiggle of your thighs with every brutal thrust.
San’s hand was buried in his sweats now. Gripping tight. Working fast. He didn’t even realize his mic had kicked on. “Fuck,” he muttered.
Yunho heard it.
So did you.
And you moaned. It spurred Yunho on like gasoline to fire. He leaned back, still holding your arms taut behind you, the angle forcing your back to arch even more, forcing you to take him deeper. Each thrust slammed home with bruising precision, wet sounds filling the room along with your gasps and the obscene smack of skin on skin.
Wooyoung’s camera flickered again, this time showing nothing but his ceiling and the rhythmic creak of a bed frame. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.
But Jongho? His voice came low and deadly calm through the headset. “She said ruin her,” he murmured. “I want to see you break her.”
Yunho’s eyes burned. “Oh, I’m going to,” he growled as he snapped his hips harder, faster, your body jerking forward from the sheer force of it, only held steady by his iron grip on your arms. The sheets were soaked beneath you, your thighs glistening, breath sobbing out of you as your orgasm began to build like a freight train with no brakes.
“You feel that?” Yunho hissed, bending lower, breath hot against your ear. “Your body milking me while they jerk off to the way I fuck you?” You cried out, high, helpless, perfect. And the moment your walls clamped down around him, convulsing violently….
San came.
You could hear it.
The sharp, broken gasp, the wet sound, the absolute silence that followed. Wooyoung groaned in the background, caught up in his own mess.
And Jongho? Still quiet. Still watching. Always watching.
Yunho growled again, and didn’t stop thrusting, slamming into you again, hips relentless, when you yanked your hands from his grip. He blinked, startled. Then you pushed back into him hard, forcing a deep, guttural moan from his throat, and crawled off of him.
“Lie down,” you ordered, voice hoarse, trembling with need and something darker. “Now.”
Yunho obeyed. No hesitation. No smirk. Just raw, wrecked hunger as he dropped onto his back, dick flushed and twitching, slick with your release as you climbed over him, thighs soaked, body trembling, but eyes wild with power as you straddled his hips and took him in one slow, controlled motion.
Yunho groaned, head falling back against the mattress. “Oh fuck…. baby….” Your fingers gripped his throat. Not tightly, just enough. Enough to make him lock eyes with you. Enough to control the pace. The rhythm. The moment.
You rode him hard, hips rolling and bouncing with reckless, delicious speed. The slap of skin on skin grew louder, messier, wetter, punctuated by the soft, choked sounds Yunho made each time your walls clenched around him.
“Look at me,” you demanded, grinding down hard. “Not them. Me.” Yunho’s hands gripped your hips, trying to slow you, to ground himself. He failed. You were fucking yourself on him, using his dick like it belonged to you, taking what you wanted, how you wanted it. Your hand at his throat never wavered.
But then, you screamed, body locking as you came again, gushing all over him as your hips stuttered, slick soaking down his dick and pooling in his lap. Your thighs trembled violently, breath catching in your throat.
Across the open mics, Wooyoung whimpered. It was a full body sound, shaky, helpless, and seconds later, the breathless rasp of his voice, cracking with release. “Fuuuck….”
And then silence. Except for the heavy, ragged sound of everyone trying to breathe.
You were still pulsing around Yunho, body twitching. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. With a low, breathless growl, he grabbed your waist and lifted you, sliding out of you with a wet pop that made both of you moan, and dropped you onto your back.
“Thought you were done?” he murmured darkly. Then, before you could answer, he gripped his dick, still slick and throbbing, and swiped it through your mess. He rubbed it against your clit, slow, teasing drags that made your hips jump, made you wail.
He smirked, rubbing harder. And you came again, with a strangled sob, squirting one more time as your back arched off the bed, legs kicking, body convulsing.
Yunho’s dick was twitching in his hand as he continued to rub the head across your overstimulated clit, watching you squirm and cry out, squirting again, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
But he needed more. He needed all of you. With a ragged breath, he lined himself up again, and slammed back into you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, messy thrust that made you sob out his name.
He gripped your thighs and pushed your knees back, folding you, his body towering over yours, skin slapping against skin as he began to pound into you like he’d lost his mind. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice animal. “They can watch. They can come. But this,” he slammed in deeper, grinding his hips. “this belongs to me.”
You choked on a scream, tears slipping down your cheeks from how hard, how deep he was hitting. The angle had him slamming into your cervix, his dick stretching you wide, thick, claiming, relentless. “Say it,” he hissed, sweat dripping from his hair. “Tell them whose pussy this is.”
“Yours…. fuck, Yunho…. yours!”
The growl he let out was feral. “You’re gonna take all of it,” he grunted. “Every fucking drop. Gonna come inside you so deep they’ll never forget who you belong to.” The pace grew savage. His hips snapped harder, faster, hands pressing your knees so far back your feet hovered in the air. Your cries turned into broken, incoherent gasps, pleading and needy.
And then your body clenched. Tight. Too tight. Your orgasm hit like a detonation, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream as your pussy convulsed around him, milking him desperately.
Yunho snarled. And came. Hot and deep, pulsing inside you with a low, possessive moan. His head dropped to your neck, his hips grinding as he emptied every drop of himself inside you.
And that’s when Jongho broke. There was no warning. Just one deep, shaken inhale, and then a soft, wrecked curse through his mic. “Shit…”
Silence.
Then the faint sound of slick skin, breathless moaning. Wooyoung was next. “Again… fuck, again!” he gasped, voice strangled and wet as his second orgasm tore through him.
And San?
Even in his spiral, his resistance finally shattered. There was a thud… like he’d dropped to the floor, and a choked off noise, muffled and pained. He whispered her name. It was quiet, shameful.
He came whispering her name.
All three of them, wrecked.
Watching.
While Yunho stayed buried deep inside you, panting against your skin, whispering possessive praises like a prayer. “So good…”
“all mine…”
“look how well you took me…”
“they can’t touch you… never.”
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It had been four days since the stream.
Four days since the most indecent, explicit thing any of them had ever witnessed, shared, on a live mic, in a call that started with a casual “one more match” and ended with all three of them coming to the sound of Yunho fucking his girlfriend into next week.
And now?
They were sitting around a low table at their usual bar like nothing had happened. Like nothing had changed.
The clink of glasses, muted music humming through the speakers, and the occasional screech of a chair dragging across the floor were the only sounds for a while.
Until Wooyoung broke the silence. Because of course he did. “So,” he said, swirling his drink. “Anyone else still thinking about it or am I just disgusting?”
San nearly choked on his beer.
Jongho didn’t even flinch. Just took a slow sip and muttered, “Still?”
Yunho gave him a look.
Wooyoung raised both hands, grinning unapologetically. “What? I mean, it’s not like we didn’t all… you know. Participate.”
San made the noise of a dying animal. “Oh my god,” he muttered, face in his hands. “I’ve been trying to block it out for days.”
“You whispered her name,” Jongho said coolly, not looking up from his glass.
San looked like he might combust. “Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, fuck all of you. I wasn’t supposed to be in that. I was innocent. I was playing a game.”
“You were stroking it to her getting railed in a mating press by minute fifteen,” Wooyoung said helpfully, leaning back with a wicked grin. “Not that innocent, baby.”
San groaned like the trauma physically hurt.
Yunho finally leaned back in his seat, totally calm, sipping his whiskey like this was just another Thursday night. “I told you all you could watch,” he said casually. “Didn’t tell you to stay.”
“You also didn’t tell us you were about to put on the hottest live show I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” Wooyoung countered. “I’m still mad I didn’t screen record it.”
Jongho looked at Yunho for the first time all night. Still calm. Still unreadable. But his voice was lower when he asked, “Does she know we were all still there?”
Yunho’s lips quirked into a slow, dangerous smile. “Of course she did.”
Wooyoung whistled low. “Damn.”
San downed his entire drink in one go. “I need therapy,” he said.
Theme: Angst, smut, unplanned pregnancy. Fwb to ?.
Type: Drabble Series
Summary:
"I can see the pain in your eyesI don't wanna say that I'm God, butI'll take you to heaven if you die"
Alternatively,
You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.
Warnings: extreme angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of depression, so much pining, unrequited love au, NSFW!!
Listened to Slide by Chase Atlantics
Minors do not interact!!
Masterlist | Patreon (For early access)
A/N: here is the masterlist. the story is gonna to back to the past and then come back to the present. hence, I have classified it. Hope it makes things easy to understand. also, this is gonna be very fragmented. I will not go into detailing much - as in the details of their jobs, family and stuff like that. this story will mainly revolve around Yoongi and reader's feelings towards each other and their bad decisions. That's all. AND please tell me if I have missed anyone's name in the taglist despite being requested. thanks <3
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One time for the present ~
1. Slide - The Beginning
You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.
2. Slide - The Ultimate Decision
Worst decisions are always driven by anger and alcohol; but sometimes those are also driven by Love.
3. Slide - The Other Side (TBA) [Read now on Patreon]
No matter how much Yoongi had been trying to compile his focus and pour it all on Gyuri, his mind kept reeling back to you.
4. Slide - The Consequence (TBA) [Read now on Patreon]
You are no different than the cigarette between his lips - half-burnt and waiting to be turned into ashes bit by bit with time.
Two times for the past ~
1. Slide - The Prequel
You would never think twice before picking Yoongi up from streets even if it means losing your own sanity in return.
2. Slide - That Night
You would give yourself up willingly again and again if it means Yoongi will stay close to you. for whatever purpose.
Y/N is actually considering forgiving that little bitch boy? Oh Y/N honey, what is you doing???
Why did I hear the last part in my head lol... but she probably is but who knows what she is think? I guess you’ll will have to wait to see what she decides haha
Warnings; Angst, A Little Bit Of Fluff(Maybe) Self-Esteem & swearing. Mental Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Don’t Read If It Might Trigger You.
This Is All Made Up, I Don’t Believe The Boys Would Do Any Of This. Our Boys Are Angels❤️ Remember That Chan Is The Most BEAUTIFUL Human In This World And He Will Never Hurt A Fly.
Also, I apologize for the super late post I’ve been busy with a new job and just my life outside of tumblr. I haven’t had time to upload but I’ll try my best to finish the story.
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CHAN’S POV
Chan looked at you in shocked, you have never raised your voice at him or walked away from him. He looked down at the floor but looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he saw Changbin staring at him, “You going to stand there and watch your wife walk away with your son, or are you actually going to try and stop her?”
“Listen man, you know I love you with all my heart, you’re my brother. But you have to change. This isn’t you, you love this girl and then one day you went changed..why? You never told us but I think we have the right to know what is going on. You don’t have to tell us right now, but you do have to tell us. Right now if you really love her like we know you do you fight for her to stay and make it up to her for all the shit you have put her through since you found out she was pregnant.” He said as he nodded to the rest of the gang to leave before he gave you a hug and walked away.
Chan sigh before running his fingers through his hair before running to your room to see you packing. He saw you wiping your tears as he looked at Kai who was awake playing in his crib.
“Y/N, wait please listen to me” He said grabbing your hands to stop you from continuing to pack. “Baby please! Look I’m sorry!” he said as you pulled away from his grip.
Y/N’S POV
“WHAT!” You snapped pulling away from his grip. “WHAT YOU’RE GONNA SCREAM AT ME AGAIN, TELL ME HOW WORTHLESS I AM!” You screamed as you looked at him with nothing but hurt and sadness in your eyes.
Chan looked down at your words feeling guilty before looking back at you. “Listen baby I’m sorry okay, I shouldn’t have never treated you the way I did. I was just angry because...because” he shocked on his words feeling the tears coming.
“Because why? What changed between us Chan, we were so in love and then one day you left me the worst way possible, slept with me and got me pregnant. I tried to please you in every way possible but all you did was treat me like I was never worth your love. That I didn’t matter, but god forbid I make friends and you didn’t even let me have that. You have made my life miserable and I never knew why...” you cried as you sat on the bed looking down at feet feeling his stares on her. “Please tell me what I did wrong for you to hate and treat me like that...” You whispered.
You heard him sigh before he walked closer to you, you kept your gaze on the floor. “Y/N, baby please...I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you...” he sigh scrunching down and lift your face so you’re face to face with him. “I think I need to be honest with you, I never want to lose you or Kai. But when I broke up with you it wasn’t by choice, my parents made me because they had already arranged for me to marry Rachel. When I told my parents I wasn’t going to do it, they go upset and well, they threat to hurt you if I didn’t. I couldn’t let that happened. The time I saw and we slept together, I don’t know what happened, I just missed you and I couldn’t hold back.” He finally confessed.
“Why didn’t you tell me? why weren’t you honest me.. You know you could’ve been honest, I would’ve of understand” You whispered as you wiped your tears.
“Because I had to show my parents that you weren’t in my life anymore...I’ve never told you but I’m not exactly a CEO.” he said taking your hands in his, you looked at him confused.
“Then what do you do?” You asked looking at him confused trying to figure him out. He looked down at his hands before letting out a sigh scared to tell you the truth.
“My dad was actually the boss of the mafia Stray Kids, but just recently it went to me. I’m the leader now and the rest of the boys are in as well. That’s why I was to marry Rachel, her family and mine where going to combine gang but then they found out you were pregnant and that ended the relationship. My dad gave me two options either marry you or get rid of you and the baby. Rachel’s parent weren’t happy but they understood, Rachel wasn’t but she became a part of the gang anyways. Her parents still choose to let me take over, without marrying their daughter. Which is why she acted the way she does when she sees you, she never got over me choosing to kept you instead of her.” He sigh his voice cracking a little as talked about getting rid of you.
“Then why hurt me? Why treat me the way you did, why did you hurt Jungkook and his friends, when they were helping me?”
“Because I couldn’t stand the fact that you wanted to move on and give our son a new father. I treated you the way I did because my parents still keep an eye on me when it came to you. When my dad found out you were pregnant he was more upset then anything with me because his plans have gone to the gutter. He wanted to make sure that Kai was mine and you weren’t trapping me. That’s why I made sure that no guy got close to you and when you befriended Jungkook, I lost it because I knew that I would lose you to him and I couldn’t risk it. That’s why I treated you the way I did, and in no shape or form was that the right thing to do. But I was scared to lose you, even right now I’m scared to lose you. That’s why I acted the way I did out there. I’m trying to change, the Chan you saw earlier is still the same Chan just with more baggage than before. Just please give me another chance, I can’t lose you again neither of you” he whispered as tears fell down his face.
“Chan, you can’t ask me to forget and forgive everything you have done to me, to us. You’ve hurt more than anything...this isn’t easy” You whispered pulling away from him.
“Y/N, please I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I can’t lose you not again. I’ll change I promise I’ll treat you like the queen you are, just please please don’t leave me. Let me prove that I can go back to who I used to be, for you and Kai, for our family” He plead sitting behind you wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close, putting his head on your should kissing you lightly.
“I don’t know Chan, can I think about it? I know we are married but this is a new to me. I just can forget everything that happened between us the past year. If you would’ve of been honest with me, you knew I never cared about your background, I love because you are you. Not because of your background, I could careless. Its obvious you didn’t have that faith with me because you weren’t honest with me, you lied to me and treated me like I was the worst mistake of your life. It isn’t something I can just forget about it. Understand that this is new information for me. Knowing you’re a mafia boss changes a lot of things but now Kai’s safety is to be question” You said honestly.
“Listen baby, it’s no lie that now that you know the truth it changes things between us. Your safety & Kai’s is all that matters to me and it’s my job to keep you guys safe. Everybody knows you’re my wife and that we have a kid and you would be a target whether you’re with me or not. But I promise you on my life that nothing is every going to happen to you ever. The boys, my alliance will do anything to make sure you guys are protected” He whispered cupping your face to turn to face him.
When you looked at him you saw nothing but sincerity and love. You felt the love between you guys that has never left. You sigh before looking down, “Chan can I please think about it? But if I decide to stay with you, you have to promise that no more mistreating me. You have to give me my place as your wife and not some type of trophy wife. I worth a lot more than that. I’m the mother of your child, I deserve respect.”
“I promise I’ll be better for us, just please think about it. Don’t leave me” He mumbled as looked into your eyes before giving you a soft kiss.
Hopefully soon! I’m sorry I’ve been busy with school and I’m about to start a new job which is gonna make me super busy. But I will try to upload it soon!
Warnings; Angst, A Little Bit Of Fluff(Maybe) Self-Esteem & swearing. Mental Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Don’t Read If It Might Trigger You.
This Is All Made Up, I Don’t Believe The Boys Would Do Any Of This. Our Boys Are Angels❤️ Remember That Chan Is The Most BEAUTIFUL Human In This World And He Will Never Hurt A Fly.
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Weeks passed and you couldn’t had been happier, Chan was back to his old self again. There wasn’t a day that didn’t apologize for how he acted and it gave you hoped that the Chan you once loved was finally back.
But there’s no such thing as happily ever after...right?
Since you brought Kai home the boys haven’t been over Chan’s order, he wanted to make sure that Kai was a little bit older before anyone could see him. That was one thing you loved about the new Chan his love for his son was priceless. Chan loved being a father and he made sure he was at home as much as he could to help you with Kai. He didn’t want to miss out on Kai’s developing moments.
Finally Chan decided that it was time for Kai to meet his uncles, you dressed Kai in a really cute outfit that said “Daddy’s & Mommy’s Love,” he looked like Chan more and more every day but he had your eyes. Once he was all dressed you put him in his crib so you could get ready. You decided to wear a navy skirt that reach the top of your knees, with a white blouse and some cute shoes.
Even though you had met Chan’s friends before you were happy that you would be able to talk to them again. Every since you got married to Chan they have been really quiet around you.
You heard the door open and laughter filled up the house, you quickly finished getting ready before picking up Kai and making your way downstairs with him in your arms. Kair was making his cute little noises while he let out some giggles. Chan heard you coming and mad his way to you, you noticed how everybody got quiet but you didn’t think much of it.
You looked up at Chan and noticed he was giving you a blank face, you were confused on what was going on. “Hey he just woke up” You smiled ignoring his expression trying to make your way around him to see the boys but he stopped you.
“I told you to stay in your room, I was going to come get him” He said flatly looking down at you.
You looked at him confused and hurt, “I-I thought that-” You were cut off by his voice.
“You thought wrong go back upstairs! I told you that you weren’t allowed to come out of the room while the guys were here” He snapped grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards your room. Your grip on Kai tighten a little scared you will dropped him, you looked back to the boys and Rachel. The boys were turned away from the scene while Rachel was smirking at you.
You pulled your arm from Chan making both of you stopped walking, “No!” you snapped. You were tired of his behavior were was the Chan that has been there for the past weeks.
“What did you say?” Chan glared as he looked down at you making you shiver from the look he was giving you.
“I said NO!” You snapped glaring at him taking a few steps back. From the corner you the boys head snapping towards you both.
Chan scoffed before crossing his arms, “What makes you think that you can do whatever you want?”
“What is going on with you? These past few weeks you were back to your old self and now that your friends are here you want to treat me like I’m trash” you scoff shaking your head, annoyance written on your face.
“Oh honey that’s because you are” You heard Rachel said with a smirk on her face but you turn your attention to her and glared at her. “You need to learn how to shut the fuck up. This is between Chan and I, we don’t need you to keep out of other business”
“Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that slut?” She glared walking towards you Minho and Seungmin walked behind her to keep her from hurting you. Chan was very protective of you and Kai even if at the moment he was trying to hide it, but his friends knew him more than he thought.
Chan grabbed the baby from you noticing your look, you marched towards Rachel stopping infront of her glaring at her.
“Did you bite your tongue there? Because let’s be honest here the only slut in this room is standing right infront of me” You smirked feeling good to fight back for once you were tired of her shit and somebody need to tell her that.
“Oh honey, did you think that he was finally into you? I guess he didn’t tell you that once he was done playing house with you he came home to me and made love to me all night” She smiled. “Why do you think Im here today? I came to meet my step son.”
As soon as those words left her mouth you lost it slapping her across the face, “You crazy bitch! If you think that he is your son you have another thing coming!” You yelled at her while you punch her in the face.
Chan quickly gave Kai to the maid before pulling you off a crying Rachel. You were angry not just at her comment but at Chan for all the hell he had put you through the mixed emotions he gave you. You couldn’t take it anymore you tried to do everything in your power to please him and you ended up getting treated like trash.
“Calm down both of you. Rachel you had no right to say that to her! We aren’t together and you know that! Get her out of here! Never come back do you understand” Chan snapped as his security came to take her away, she was screaming for them to let her go but Chan ignored her turning to face you.
“And you! You need to calm the fuck down. I don’t know who gave you right to act the way you did but that’s unacceptable.”
You were done, you pulled away from his grasped glaring at him. “Unacceptable. Don’t make me laugh. You don’t own me Chan, I’m done” You said tired of fighting, tired of hurting, just tired of being in love with him.
“I don’t deserve to be treated the way you are treated me. I did nothing wrong to you. YOU LEFT ME FOR RACHEL. YOU TREATED ME LIKE I WAS THE WORST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE AND THERE WASN’T A FUCKING DAY YOU DIDN’T REMIND ME. YOU HAVE MADE MY LIFE LIVING HELL SINCE THE MOMENT YOU FOUND OUT I WAS PREGNANT WITH KAI...”
Chan saw hurt tired expression and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew you didn’t deserve to be treated like that but he couldn’t help it he was possessive over you and Kai and just the thought of you and his friends laughing and talking made him jealous. You had already left him once and took Kai with you he couldn’t lose you again.
“I’m leaving, and I’m taking Kai with me...I’m tired Chan, these past few weeks I thought that I had finally gotten the old Chan back... the one I fell in love with but it seems that once we are around other people you become embarrassed of me. I don’t know what crazy things people said about me that made you hate me back then but I’ll tell you that I was IN LOVE with you, still am but you don’t deserved me...I’m done” you said wiping your tears as you walked away back to your room to pack your and Kai’s things.
I know you have been thru a lot in past few months but if you wanna take care of yourself , just let your mind take charge of the wheels of life and let go of your heart for sometime. Use your smartness to be a badass in this cruel life game. Nobody plays fair here not even god so you shud change your ways as well! Take the advice you would give to someone who was in your same position. Find the powerful self that is hidden somewhere inside of you. fuck men!! They don't deserve a gem like you!
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