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katie | 26 | bi | i write fanfics - mostly skz but who knows what the future holds

[katieraven]

˜”*°• 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 •°*”˜

you will find anything and everything i write here - fanfics, thoughts, the like. enjoy!

because it has been requested: this is my ao3. it's pretty empty but i will put future longer fics on there.

requests are currently closed

legend:

smut ⛓

fluff 🥀

angst 🦋

𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈

𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤

insomnia ⛓🥀🦋

idol!chan x producer!reader, afab!reader

summary: chan helps you with a work issue and it turns into something different

𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

tba

𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

travelling with channie 🥀

you're on a long bus ride with chan

marshmallows 🥀

you're feeling down and minho has just the remedy

surprise 🥀

you throw minho a surpise-birthday party

after-party 🥀

minho comes home from his birthday-vlive

𝕨𝕚𝕡𝕤

enemies to lovers!minho 1 🦋

enemies to lovers!minho 2

best friends to lovers!jisung 🥀

𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕤

𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁

𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤

somebody to die for ⛓🥀🦋

summary: elizabeth jones is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent frequently on missions with the avengers. when one mission backfires, she is left to deal with the resulting trauma and some unresolved affections for a certain sergeant …

sleep is so tough 🥀🦋

summary: your attempt at dealing with losing Bucky is unsuccessful and results in a sleepless night - for several reasons.

[amethystwrytes]

Get to Know Your Mutuals

Rules: answer then tag six people you’d like to know better.

Thanks for the tag @yoongihan 💜

1. Favorite colour: Lavender. The mainly purple but sort of bluish kind.

2. Last song: The last song I listened to was Cold Hard Bitch by Jet bc it was on the radio in my car. Haven’t heard it in years but honestly still slaps.

3. Currently reading: Nothing! But I recently finished The Last of Earth by Deepa Anappara.

4. Currently watching: Heated Rivalry on HBO (you know I have to be the last person to start a series everyone screams and obsesses over). Scott Hunter is my favorite character and *that scene* made me happy sob cry (iykyk!)

5. Currently craving: A decent Philly cheesesteak sandwich 🤤

6. Coffee or tea: Bitch please. Coffee☕️. Coffee by leaps and bounds. If some of you knew how I made tea you’d have me charged with crimes, but I just only drink it if I’m sick and my throat hurts.

tagging (with zero pressure): @theharrowing @katieraven @icedtaericano @lovemepie67

[katieraven]

!!!!! amethyst hellO!! full-time corporate work has swallowed my all the way up, what a welcome surprise to be tagged!

1. Favorite colour: pastel blue, that light, pretty colour of skyline

2. Last song: smoke sprite by soyoon and rm because that is an absolute banger i am always happy when shuffle hands that to me

3. Currently reading: the monsters and the critics by tolkien

4. Currently watching: naruto shippuden (late as fuck to the party but oh well), culinary class wars and jjk

5. Currently craving: some damn sleep and a part-time job that pays for my life

6. Coffee or tea: honestly, both? love both. make both regularly.

no pressure just for fun and stuff tags: @leedunno @tasteracha @chvnnie and you know whoever i guess

[kiestrokes]

Your Diary Tag Game

Follow the link to fill out your diary!

Probably the most accurate quiz results I have ever gotten 🤔

Non-obligatory tagging: @minisugakoobies @dibidibidismynameisleeknow @aeristudios @amethystwrytes @andysorbit @bloodmagehyune @cerisepcy @eureka-its-zico @gridswork @hobivore @j-a-nuary @ldydeath @mochilatae @minttangerines @reddoll123 @yeontan-my-love + anyone else idk who is active rn!

[amethystwrytes]

This was, in fact, possibly the most accurate result I’ve ever gotten from a quiz.

Tagging: @katieraven @dpr-moni @lovemepie67 @love4hobi @linocz

[katieraven]

well damn i didnt expect to be read to filth at 7 in the morning but i guess here we are

odd again and again to be seen by random internet tests

no pressure tags: @xhari-kkles @chvnnie @rachalixie @leedunno

[katieraven]

resurfacing out of accidental hiatus to say that i truly hope changbin knows what an absolute blessing he has let us stay gym girlies have when he wrote ultra because that shit goes hard in the gym

[themoonwitch-mustspeak-deactiva]

🎉If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. :)

i have funky teeth

i have actually never watched/read any of the source material for bsd😔

i have made 4 ao3 accounts- two of which i literally cannot access anymore, and 1 i will never touch again lol

@insufferablewhore @thegremlininyourcloset @dogskahara @gothamsmenace @cheez-the-clown @mast3rsw0rd @whyhaveidonethistomyself @ all my moots <3

[cheez-the-clown]

The longest my hairs been was 4ft and I've only had 2 haircuts in my life

I'm a no sabo kid, meaning i speak veryyy little spanish (still the best out of all my siblings though)

When I was a kid I wanted to be will.i.am 😭

@charmingchapters917 @wherethewildones-are @highway-143 @lun3r @jad0re-g0re @oddity123 + whoever else wants to <3

[highway--143]

i have 3 dogs (all of them are absolutely insane. one is 165 lbs)

i crochet and own a crochet shop on etsy!

my fav tv show is young sheldon

@urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @planetmarlowe @emotionlessplatypus

[meylovesmusic]

I have more than 10 allergies ranging from severe to mild irritants 😭

im short (4'11") and both of my younger brothers are taller than me

my closet is 90% my chemical romance tshirts and I own all of their albums on CD (including the original copyright of bullets)

tags! @luv-rizzimura @bamgyuuu-2001 @gomdolees @rikiiholic @sweethoneyjays @cigsaftersuh @spilloverlove @spacejip @mym3rody

[spacejip]

i know how to make a lot of cakes and dessert but i cannot make plain rice I STILL DONT KNOW WHERE THE WATER GOES WITH THE LID ON😖

i can make myself cry in seconds just by picturing myself crying… i promise i do not use this to my advantage KAKDKSKJDJD

i love lemons so much to the point my friends call me vickylimon (my name + lemon in spanish)

(no pressure) tags :3 @lelezip @pjsteroid @nebularsung @nanaxwii @lyvhie @yoshit-he-dinosaur @leejenoenthusiast @dibidibidismynameisleeknow @sinisxtea @anniebeckcalla @tmrwsuns

[dibidibidismynameisleeknow]

I broke my left leg when I was 2, I broke my right arm twice in the same year, I'm pretty sure I broke middle finger on my left hand (if not - I dislocated it - that was 2012 and it still hurts) and I broke my pinky on my right hand

I lie about my first concert. I tell everyone it was Simple Plan/Marianas Trench/All Time Low. But the truth is - it was a local country music festival but that was like 2006 and I was 9, so I'm not counting that - I didn't have a choice, I was a child and had to go

I count the amount of steps on stairways

@aqua-bebe @spacequokka @an-annyeoing-writer @mark-tuan-and-jinyoung-lover @cheollollipop @do-you-remember-summer-127 @de0bisworld @kiestrokes

I can count to 7, but too bad, I did more.

[kiestrokes]

I love going through and reading everyones even if I dont know you 😅 but homie I fear you might be hypermobile with all those bone breaks and dislocations (as someone that has ehlers danlos) be careful!

I have been writing original fiction since I was 13 - I used to be much better at it, now my brain is just tired and I dont care if it's "perfect" 🤷‍♀️

Even though I'm an adult...I still really love dinosaurs. Idk if we can blame my dad's vast reptile collection when I was a toddler, The Land Before Time or Barney. Probably some combination of those. But my dog is named after one of the velociraptors in Jurassic World!

My comfort shows are Law & Order SVU, BTVS, Game of Thrones and I Know What You Did Last Summer (the series) 😅

For Fun: @bloodmagehyune @minisugakoobies @kittycat1dsn @hobivore @mochilatae @amethystwrytes @andysorbit @aeristudios @kingsoowolves @luvseungcheol @prettywordsyouleft @star-my + any of my moots idk who to tag anymore

[amethystwrytes]

@kiestrokes -I think Dino’s are a suitable interest at any age. I’m totally into dinosaurs, love a good Dino doc. 👍🦕

1. I was one of those kids who never went to the doctor because my mom could “heal” anything with an oil or herb. Can confirm ginger, garlic and mint will improve strep throat but you still need antibiotics to kick it 😬👍

2. My first concert was Backstreet Boys in 1999 and to this day it’s still the best show I’ve ever seen. They’re really great performers!

3. I very rarely ever finish TV shows that I start. I think there are more shows I’ve started in which I have no clue how it ended than shows I finished all the way.

Tagging for fun: @katieraven @lovemepie67 @moni-logues @minttangerines @simp47koreancrackheads @quarter-life-crisis2 and anyone who wants to hop in!

[katieraven]

weee a tag game!!

1. i am strangely obsessed with pastel blue. i own so so many things in that colour and i will love it until i die.

2. i took forever to learn how to ride a bike and how to swim and then my four years younger brother learned both wayy too quickly so i did it in like. a week. out of competitiveness

3. i genuinely think people who dont like cats because they dont unconditionally love you and obey you are huge red flags

fun-tagging @rachalixie @chvnnie @xhari-kkles and @leedunno

[amethystwrytes]

~We Can’t Be Friends~

🧊Pairing: Roommate!Seonghwa x Afab Reader 

🧊Summary: Seonghwa just wanted a roommate who was easy to live with, how could he predict that you’d be his complete undoing?

🧊Warnings: Explicit language, depiction of sex. Seonghwa is possessive if you squint. Barely even a smidge of plot, just completely me in my delusional feelings. Unbeta’d! 18+

A/N: Wasn’t really sure what to do with these thoughts I have about Park Seonghwa so I wrote this. Then I wasn’t sure what to do with it but I’ve had nearly an entire pot of coffee this morning, so now this is happening. Enjoy? Lol 

WC: 5k + some change

“What the Hell are you doing?” Mihee asks. You have a newspaper spread out over the table and you’re hunched over it, dragging your finger tip over the small letters looking for hope. She looks at you like your hair's on fire as she clutches her cocktail to her chest. 

“I told you, I need to find a new apartment,” you remind her. 

She pulls her phone out of her purse and taps the screen a few times, flipping it around toward you, “Let me introduce you to this thing called the internet.” 

“I’ve looked on all the rental sites,” you shake your head, “Everything is so damn expensive! I’m hoping maybe there’s some old soul who still advertises things in the newspaper who hasn’t been alerted yet that everything in this city has to cost five times the average fucking salary!” 

“Why are you moving again? Your apartment rocks.” 

“I’m moving out because I can’t live this way anymore. Gia is an absolute slob, it’s killing me. I clean before I leave for work, and then by the time I get home everything is a disaster. She leaves all her laundry just laying in front of the washer, even if it’s clean and dry she just shoves it all into her hamper and then takes out the wadded up, wrinkly clothes as she needs it. If I’m gone for a few days the trash is overflowing. The dishes are disgusting, she doesn’t even scrape or rinse! And don’t get me started on the bath-,” 

Mihee puts her hands up, “Okay, okay. I get it, let’s not have you burst a blood vessel okay?” she chuckles, “I told you when you moved in with her she gave off bad vibes. Why don’t you find a studio?” 

“Because I have stuff,” you whine, “I don’t want to have to pay out my ass for a glorified walk-in closet in addition to paying out my ass for a storage unit. I may as well just live in the storage unit,” you frown, then look up at her curiously, “You think there’s bathrooms at the storage places?” 

She snorts, “Maybe, but I’m sure they lock them up at night and there’s definitely no showers, you idiot. You’d be wiping yourself down with makeup wipes and peeing in jars,” she laughs and despite the situation, you crack your first smile of the night at the visual. 

“Who’s peeing in a jar?” Yeosang looks quite bewildered as he scoots into the booth next to you, his friend from work, Seonghwa sits opposite him. 

You heat with embarrassment a bit as Mihee explains to them both that if you don’t find a decently priced apartment you’re going to become the crazy storage unit lady who pees in jars and smells like micellar wipes. 

“Didn’t you say your roommate just moved out, Hwa?” Yeosang looks at his friend and your eyes dart up moving between the two of them. 

“Uh…” 

You don’t know Park Seonghwa as well as you know Yeosang. You know they’ve worked together for a few years. He sometimes tags along when your group of friends hangs out, or goes to dinner. He never says much, you assume because he doesn’t know anyone except Yeosang, but he has a nice smile and a calming disposition. He’s easy on the eyes too, something that you and Mihee noticed immediately when Yeosang first started bringing him around. 

Right now, at the hint of suggesting you become his new roommate, he looks as if he wishes a sinkhole would open up beneath his seat. Fair. The two of you may as well still be complete strangers. 

“Don’t put him on the spot like that,” you scold Yeosang, then look at him, “I don’t expect you to want to live with me,” you assure him. 

You go back to the advertisements in the paper while the rest of the group moves on to talking about how work went for everyone this week, how drunk they plan to get this evening etc. Eventually, after his third beer, Mihee is able to convince Yeosang to dance with her and the two of them leave you alone with Seonghwa. 

You’ve since crumpled up the paper and tossed it, and now you’re back to scrolling through overpriced apartments. If you plan it all just right, and the universe doesn’t try to screw you, then perhaps you can swing a deposit and rent and get a roommate before the next month hits…

“Do you pay rent on time?” 

You were so lost in thought that you nearly forgot that Seonghwa was at the table. 

“Pardon?” 

“I kicked my roommate out because he never paid his part of the rent on time. I’d pay the whole thing and then a few weeks later he’d give me a little cash here, a little there, but it was never enough to cover his side of the rent or the bills. So, do you pay on time?” he asks again. 

“Of course! I’m leaving my apartment because I’m the responsible one, she’s driving me insane and unfortunately it’s her name on the lease. So I don’t get to decide who stays or goes. My plan was to try and scrounge up enough for move-in fees and then find a roommate,” you look at him timidly, “but if you’re looking, and offering…” 

“I can show you the apartment tomorrow afternoon if you want, you can make a decision after you’ve seen the space,” he shrugs. 

“Thank you, I appreciate it. And you’re positive you’d be okay with me as a roommate?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“I’ve never lived with a guy before, I mean, I’ve lived with boyfriends but not just, you know, a dude,” you say with a sheepish smile. 

“Same,” he nods then frowns, “I mean, not boyfriends, girlfriends…I mean I’ve lived with my ex girlfriend before but not ever just a female. Anyways,” he clears his throat, “As long as we pay our bills and clean up after ourselves I don’t think it should matter.” 

You smile and nod, “Agreed.” 

“Cheers then,” he reaches his beer glass over and strikes yours. 

“Cheers.” 

🔑🔑🔑🔑🔑

Seonghwa has made a terrible, terrible mistake. 

It’s been about two months since you moved in. At first, everything was perfect. You checked all of his roommate boxes. You were quiet, you were tidy, you were generous enough to share the food you cooked, and so far you were more than timely with your payments for rent and utilities. It was fantastic. Everything would have been absolutely perfect.

If it weren’t for those fucking pajamas. 

For a while the two of you were overly shy, overly cautious about what you were or weren’t wearing as you roamed about the house. In the mornings you’d come out in a fuzzy bathrobe to make your coffee and then silently slip back into your room, emerging a while later in whatever outfit you were wearing to work. 

As things got more comfortable though, more familiar, not as much of an effort was made to be discreet. Seonghwa doubts you did it on purpose, the first time he saw you in the pajamas you had overslept a little, morning coffee preparations were rushed and you weren’t really paying attention. 

Honestly, pajamas were too strong a description. Lingerie, basically, is what you had traipsed out in that morning. Little black shorts that were so small that part of your ass was visible at the bottom. A matching tank that was clearly meant to be comfortable for sleeping, but did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of your breasts or the fact that it was clearly a little too cold in the apartment. 

He had drooled. Literally. His morning tea spilling out of his mouth and onto his shirt, which he then had to change before heading to work. 

The next time he saw them it was late one night, his insomnia had made a reappearance and maybe you thought he was already asleep. You came out to get water from the refrigerator while he was watching a show. 

“Hey,” you’d said, walking over to the sofa, “Late night?” 

“Can’t sleep,” he’d responded, using every ounce of self control not to watch how your breasts pushed together, practically spilling out of your top, when you brought the bottle to your lips. 

“I hate when that happens,” you’d frowned sympathetically. A few drops of water had spilled down your chin and he watched as the droplets disappeared between your cleavage. Jesus Christ. 

“Well, try to get some rest,” you’d squeezed his shoulder from behind the couch, “goodnight.” 

Once you disappeared back into your room he’d shifted uncomfortably on the couch a bit, then finally gave up - turning the TV off and marching to his own room so he could touch himself while thinking of licking those stupid water drops from between your tits and sliding those fucking little shorts down your thighs. 

“Hello? Earth to Seonghwa??” 

Seonghwa looks up at Yeosang, sitting across from him in the break room. 

“What?” 

“I asked you how it’s working out with __,” he laughs, “Then you made a weird noise and spaced out. So, I guess it’s either going really well or really bad.” 

“It’s fine,” Seonghwa shrugs, taking a bite of his burger, “She’s a good roommate.” 

“How good?” Yeosang cracks a sly grin. 

“Don’t be absurd,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s not like that.” 

“Mmm,” Yeosang chuckles, “you just kind of seem like you want it to be like that.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Right, anyway, are the two of you coming to the bar tonight?” 

“I am,” Seonghwa answers, “Obviously I don’t know if ___ plans to or not. I’m not her keeper.” 

He almost said boyfriend, I’m not her boyfriend, but stopped himself. That would just give more fuel to Yeosangs fire. 

🔑🔑🔑🔑🔑

“Hey, can you zip me up? I must have slept on my shoulder wrong last night and it hurts to reach back there,” you ask as you come into the living room, spinning around so your back faces Seonghwa. 

“Sure,” he pulls the zipper up slowly, then without really thinking about it presses his thumbs into your shoulders making little circles, “You okay?” 

“Uh,” you straighten up at his touch, “Yeah. It’s just stiff, nothing terrible. I’m fine.” 

“Do you want to drive or should we take the train?” he asks, taking a step back from you. 

“I don’t plan on drinking tonight, I want to get up early tomorrow and run some errands before everything gets busy, I’ll drive,” you answer. 

“Sounds good,” he says as you grab your keys and toss your purse over your shoulder. He pauses for a moment, “I really like your dress.” 

“Thanks,” you say as he walks past quietly, staring at his shoes. Well, that was weird. 

The bar is more crowded than usual because there’s a live band playing. The usual booth your group sits in is occupied, and the four of you huddle together around a high top trying to avoid the crowd to no avail. 

“Hi!” a man stumbles over to the table and smiles at you. His breath smells like a distillery mixed with cigarettes and you take a small step back. 

“Hi.” You reply flatly as Mihee stifles her laughter beneath her hand. You shoot her a look but the drunk guy seems to miss all of this. 

“Let me buy you a drink!” he shouts, though you’ve no idea why since he’s standing right on top of you practically. 

“I’m not drinking tonight, but thanks,” you say as politely as you can then shift your body away from him. 

“Come on, just one?” he continues with a ridiculous pout, and now Yeosang has joined Mihee in laughing at your situation. 

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you,” you say again, the politeness is still there but you emphasize with a steely edge hoping to make your point. 

“Are you sure? Because the bartender makes a really great-,”

The drinks sitting on the table rattle as a fist comes down hard on the surface. 

“She said she doesn’t want a fucking drink.”

The entire group goes silent as you all turn to look at Seonghwa. Reserved, mild mannered Seonghwa, who never says more than a few sentences or politely laughs at Yeosangs bad jokes, suddenly looks as if he’s about a million miles tall and the expression he wears is terrifying. 

“Fine, sorry, didn’t realize she was your girl,”  the drunk man scoffs and starts to walk off, “fucking prick.” 

You feel Seonghwa start to move as if he’s about to chase the guy, but you press your hand against his chest to stop him. You look up into his dark eyes and silently tell him that he’s done enough, the man is gone. His gaze grows softer and he seems to collect himself enough to realize he’s just done something quite out of character. The rest of the table still stares in near disbelief. 

“What?” he snips at them, “No means No the first fucking time,” he points out, then gulps down a generous amount of his drink. 

You feel strange. You’re partially embarrassed for yourself, embarrassed that he needed to step in on your behalf because evidently you can’t seem to make yourself heard. Partially curious because why did he feel the need to protect you? The others were just giggling, and you know if push had come to shove everyone standing at the table would have come to your defense if needed, but Seonghwa seemed to be genuinely livid, and it didn’t seem to take much to get him there. 

“Okay spill it,” Mihee slams the bathroom door shut behind her. 

“What? Spill what?” 

“Uhm,” she gestures out toward the bar, “Spill why Hottie-With-a-Body Park Seonghwa nearly just flattened some rando at a bar for you?” 

“I don’t know what that was,” you admit, “Seriously. What the fuck was that?” 

Mihee looks disappointed, “So…there’s nothing going on between the two of you since you moved in with him?” 

“No!” you screech, “He barely speaks to me. I know just about as much about him now as I did when I moved in, with the exception of what soap he uses and his cologne of choice,” you explain. 

“What cologne does he use? Just…you know…out of curiosity,” Mihee side eyes you. 

“Black Opium,” you answer with an eye roll. 

“Fucking knew it, expensive bitch,” she clicks her teeth. 

“I’ve no idea why he intervened like that,” you shake your head.

“Ugh, don’t do that,” Mihee groans. 

“Don’t do what?” 

“Don’t act like you’re oblivious when it’s clearly because he wants you,” she elaborates, “It’s bad enough that Yeosangs hot friend - that we’ve been thirsting over for forever - is attracted to you, please don’t make me paint the fucking picture too,” she pouts. 

“Please,” you scoff, “You can’t know that’s true. It is possible that he was just being nice.” 

“Uh, the man nearly went feral,” she cackles, “Nice would have been letting you handle it, or maybe saying something minor like ‘hey man, she said no, chill out’ which is more of what I’d expect from a man who’s uttered maybe sixteen words the entire time I’ve known him. But no, he was ready to throw down.” 

You consider this a moment, but no. You have a good thing going with Seonghwa, physical attraction would put a very awkward dent in that. Probably. You can lie to Mihee if you want, but you can’t lie to yourself - you’ve spent plenty of late nights making up alternate realities in your head which always end with him sneaking into your room and…well. 

“Well what should I do then?” you wonder. 

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I can give you a very detailed, very naughty set of instructions if you’d like. I mean, you could not script a better Oh My God, They Were Roommates moment if you tried,” she laughs. 

“That’s not helpful,” you can’t help but laugh, “This isn’t a meme. This is real life. With a very nice apartment that I can afford - so long as he continues living there too.” 

“Sorry, does it say somewhere in the lease that you can’t have sex with your hot roommate?” 

“I’d have to reread it,” you quip. 

“Do you like him?” she asks seriously. 

“I don’t know?” Lie. Total lie. “Look, the man is a total smoke show, I knew this going into it, but, I don’t know if I want to like him, because if I do and something happens then what? We’re stuck in an apartment together until one of us retreats.” 

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you but if I were you I’d drag him home right now and ask him to bang me with that look he had on his face earlier when he was about to punch that guy.” 

“My God, you really need to get laid,” you shake your head at her. “I can flag that man down, I’m sure he’d buy you a drink,” you tease. 

“Bitch, I will fight you, go, get out of here,” the two of you giggle as she pushes you out of the bathroom. 

🔑🔑🔑🔑🔑

The car ride home is silent but very charged. Seonghwa says nothing about the evening, or about the drunk guy who offered you a drink, or even a comment on the foggy weather. He remains silent as the two of you walk into the apartment, and it seems as though he means to go straight to his room when you decide you don’t like the silence anymore. 

“Thank you, by the way,” you tell him from across the room, “For getting rid of the drunk guy. I didn’t say thank you so…” 

“You don’t need to say thank you,” he faces you and stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

“Well still, thanks,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering though…” you trail off, unsure of what to ask or if you even want to say anything at all. 

He stands for a few seconds, “Wondering what?” 

“I guess, I was just wondering why you did it?” you shrug. 

“I did it because it was the right thing to do, he clearly wasn’t backing off.” 

“You just looked…” Angry. Sexy. Hot as Hell. Livid. Murderous. Delectable. “You looked like you were really pissed, I guess I just didn’t realize that you cared.” 

You wait, and there’s a few times where he opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but eventually the silence becomes awkward and you shrug it away. 

“Anyway, like I said, thank you. I don’t think he meant any harm, but it was really annoying and I appreciate you stepping in,” you smile then turn tail to head to your room. 

“I didn’t like it!” he hollers at you and you spin around again. “Okay? And not just because he wouldn’t shut up, that was cringy as hell, but I didn’t like that he even tried to talk to you. I didn’t like that he even looked at you.” 

“Oh.” 

“Fucking pajamas…” he mutters under his breath and rubs his eyes in frustration. 

“What?” 

He holds up his finger as he storms past you, disappearing straight into your bedroom. You stand there, completely confused, until he emerges a few minutes later and tosses a pair of your black pajamas at you. 

“Did you…” you wad the items up in your hands, face hot, “Did you just get these out of my dirty hamper?” you squeak. 

“Mmhmm,” he nods erratically like a crazy person and points to your hands, “Those. Those have been the bane of my existence lately.” 

“I…don’t…” 

“Do you know how you look in these? Do you? Because I do. I know how you look in these and it drives me up the wall.” 

You don’t know whether to laugh or faint. 

“I’m…sorry?” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth with the balled up fabric. 

“Is it funny?” he asks, but you see the smile ghosting his pillowy lips. 

“A little, yeah,” you press your lips together. “I won’t wear them anymore, promise.” 

“Nuh-uh,” he narrows his eyes, “Too late for that. I want them to be the only thing you wear, like ever,” he laughs. 

“That’s a pretty steep request,” you pretend to study the pajamas, “What do I get if I wear these 24/7?” 

“Anything. I’ll do whatever you want me to do if you go put those on right this minute,” he pleads. 

“They need washed!” you laugh, “You just pulled them out of my hamper!” 

“How about nothing then?” he suggests, his smile fades a bit, his fingertips tracing the strap of the dress you’re wearing. 

“That’s an option,” you press your lips together and smile, “but should we do that? Because once we do there’s no going back.” 

“I don’t want to be friends with you,” he says softly, almost pleading, “I can’t. And I don’t want to just be your roommate, because eventually you’re going to bring some guy home and I’m going to fucking hate it.” 

“If you felt like that, why didn’t you say anything?” you wonder, allowing him to cage you against the wall. 

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or send you running,” he smiles, “You’re a very good roommate, apart from making me hard every time you walk into a room.” 

“Every time?” you tease, you let your hands find his waist, tracing the top of his belt then finally dipping down just a tad. You nearly gasp when the back of your fingers trace over the hard length straining against the fabric but you hold it in. “Guess so.” 

“Tell me you want me too,” he whispers near your ear, his nose nuzzling in your hair. Despite not having a drop of alcohol all night, suddenly you feel intoxicated. 

“I…” 

His soft lips start ghosting kisses on your cheek, your jaw line, inching closer and closer to their target and rendering you unable to think. 

Fuck it. 

You turn your head just slightly upward, catching his lips with yours. You can feel the goosebumps spreading down your shoulders and arms as he sighs with relief, becoming more relaxed as he pushes his body into yours. His lips roll against yours, and you allow your hands to roam up and over his chest, then his shoulders, until they find a grip in his long, messy black hair. You tug just slightly and a moan escapes him, dissolving into the kiss. His tongue, warm and wet, slides across your bottom lip and you meet it with your own; he presses you harder against the wall. 

You have to pull away for air, and you press gentle kisses into the side of his throat, “Get me out of this dress,” you whisper. 

He makes a gutteral noise as his hands fall beneath your ass and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips - it’s a good fit, you can’t help but notice. 

“Would you be more comfortable in your bed, or mine?” he manages to ask. 

“I’d be more comfortable if we were both naked,” you smile, “Doesn’t matter whose bed we’re in.” You capture his mouth again and suck his lower lip between your teeth, nipping at him, in hopes he’ll decide where he’s going to fuck you already. 

“Fuck.”

He kicks his bedroom door open and walks you to the edge of his bed where he unzips the dress. You allow it to fall in a pool at your ankles, then begin reaching for the hooks of your strapless. 

“Let me,” he quickly replaces your fingers with his, “Your shoulder, remember?” 

You could literally die of the sweetness, but thankfully all it seems to do is trigger more arousal to pool in your underwear. 

The bra slides down the side of the bed and meets your dress on the floor. 

He pulls his shirt off and drops to his knees beside the bed, between your legs, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, tracing his fingers over your lips, down your neck and then between your breasts. 

“What now? Now that you have me naked in here,” you grin, pulling his lips to yours. He kisses you so slow and sweet, you feel like you’re on fire waiting for him to put you out. 

“Can you wait here, just a minute?” 

You nod. 

You watch as he leaves the room, disappearing into the kitchen. A cupboard door opens and shuts, and you hear the ice maker dispensing cubes into a glass. Is he thirsty?

A few moments later he strides back into the room, his jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loosely, the band of his dark boxers contrasting the light wash denim. He looks good enough to eat. You’re so enamored with his bare stomach you almost don’t notice the wine glass filled about halfway with ice cubes, nothing else in the glass. 

You raise a questioning brow. 

“Humor me,” he smiles warmly, taking back his position on the floor between your legs. “I’ve thought about this moment for a while.” 

He sucks an ice cube into his mouth, letting it melt just a little, then spits it out and presses it against your chest, dragging it back and forth. You shiver, the freezing liquid drips down over your breasts, onto your stomach. He seems enthralled and enamored by the dripping lines as he licks his lips.

He leans in, his tongue a distinctly warm shock against your skin. He licks and laps at the melted ice, taking care to devour every drop. He spends a great deal of time on each nipple and you rock back and forth on the edge of his bed, moaning and gasping, wondering if his plan is to make you come just by sucking and licking your tits. If so, he’s certainly making great headway. 

“Can I?” his voice is a desperate rasp as he tugs at the string of your underwear with his fingertips. 

Again you nod, and shift around so he can more easily slide them down your legs. Your heart pounds as he gently pushes your knees open, a piece of ice between his lips. He leans forward and you jump at the cold against your inner thigh. 

“So pretty…” he whispers, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your clit. 

“You’re pretty,” you manage to rasp out while writhing on the bedsheets. 

He chuckles, “Yeah?” his mouth is so close to your cunt that you can feel his breath against your slick as he speaks, “You think I’m pretty baby?” 

You nod frantically, biting down on your lip. 

He kisses you sloppily everywhere but where you need him to.

“So…”

Kiss.

“If you thought…”

Kiss.

“I was so pretty…”

Kiss.

“Why didn’t you…”

Kiss. 

“Say anything?” 

You’re practically unraveling, but manage to answer him, “Same as you. I didn’t want to make things awkward or weird, I like living here, with you.” 

“We do have a good thing going,” he pauses his actions for a moment, to your disappointment, “but I really, really need to taste this pussy, otherwise I’m going to combust.” 

He smiles a bit, but before you can reply, his tongue is on you and your mouth drops open. He looks you square in the eyes the entire time, he’s one of those, and you watch him, captivated, as his tongue laps and dips, his head sometimes rocking back and forth as he completely undoes you. 

“Wait, wait please,” you beg, dragging yourself up the mattress a bit. 

“What baby?” he reluctantly pulls away, breathless, and wipes his mouth with the back of his arm. 

“I…” suddenly you feel shy. 

“What? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” he inches closer and kisses your lips gently, you can taste yourself. 

“I want you to be inside me when I…you know…” 

He grins and nods, then crawls over to his nightstand, plucking a condom from the drawer and hands it to you. 

“I’m yours,” he stands and holds his arms out, “Do whatever you want with me baby.” 

You hook your fingers in what remains of his clothing and pull it off of him in one go. His cock springs up, practically in front of your mouth, and you can’t help but take it, popping your lips off the tip and stroking him a few times for good measure. 

His head rears back and he shudders, “If you don’t want me to blow my load all over your face, then I’d stop doing that baby girl,” he warns. 

Heard. 

You tear the wrapper open and pinch the tip, slowly rolling it down his length. 

“Comfy?” you ask.

“As comfy as one can be in a condom, yes,” he smiles down at you and drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “How do you want me to fuck you?” 

You hoist yourself onto your knees and crawl to the middle of his bed, patting the mattress so he sits upright, propped against his pillows. Then you straddle his lap, the tip of his cock throbbing against your open cunt. 

“I want to ride you,” you whisper, brushing pieces of hair off his forehead and smoothing it all back out of his beautiful face.

“Perfect,” he smiles, his hands falling to gently grip your hips as you reach between your legs and line him up with your opening. 

“Ready?” you ask, teasing the head of his cock, he throws his head back with a heady chuckle. 

“Please,” he nods. 

You sink down slowly, stopping when he’s buried to the hilt. He hisses, his grip on your hips tightens, which encourages you to move again, and again, and again.

Eventually you figure each other out, find a mutual pace, a shared rhythm. He seems to like it when his cock is deep inside you and you grind; which works just fine because you love it too. Leaning forward slightly and giving some extra bounce nearly undoes him, and you find that it’s the perfect angle, hits just right. You go faster, harder, because now you have to chase it…so close, you’re so fucking close. 

It’s not until you cry out, eyes screwed shut and body stiff as your pleasure hits in waves that he moves. He pushes you over so you land on your back with a soft thud and like lightening, he’s between your legs, wrapping your thighs around him and burying himself in your cunt over and over until he freezes, breath shaky, and you feel his cock twitching inside you. 

You both pant for a few moments as he runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing you between breaths. Finally he collapses beside you in a pile of exhausted gorgeousness. You just lay on your back and stare. 

Eventually when his breathing returns to normal he opens one eye and looks over, “What?” 

You shake your head with a giddy chuckle, “That just happened.” 

“Mmhmm,” he pulls you into him and squeezes, “And it’s going to happen again, and again. Oh, that reminds me,” he hops up and pulls his boxers back on. 

“Where are you going?” 

“To do your laundry,” he grins, “You have a pajama set that needs cleaned, we’ve got all weekend for you to wear it.”

The End.

[katieraven]

Weeeeee okay new amethyst!! Yes!! Now I know jack about ateez but this ... this hit just right. The possessiveness? The way he yelled at this guy? Everything else?? Good good stuff.

[katieraven]

Hi Katie!

I was kind of thinking about you randomly this week and I thought I drop by to ask how’s life been treating you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you post anything (and I myself have been busy with life) so I I just wanted to ask.

I genuinely hope it’s been good and I hope to see you around on my dash soon (?)

Okay, bye bye! 🫶🏽

oh!! an ask!! katie loves asks!! no i genuinely appreciate the concern, although i am good! i handed in my masters thesis in february and am currently studying for the oral exam but i am hoping to really get back into writing after that! i am getting along ... okay? ish? with the enemies to lovers!minho and not to praise myself or anything but i am pretty happy with what i have so far. i unfortunately am like. 2 thirds in at most, though, and am at 20.000 words so theres that.

am i aware i wanted to write a whole series of 8 parts total? yes. lets not get too hung up about that right now.

but! i live! i just havent been around. i really appreciate everyone who is still here. you guys rock.

[tasteracha]

what the hell is going on

[katieraven]

... is .... is that channie ....

[tasteracha]

yes and i’m NOT OKAY ABOUT IT

[katieraven]

WHAT DOES HE THINO HES DOING

EXCUSE ME

SIR

[tasteracha]

what the hell is going on

[katieraven]

... is .... is that channie ....

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

color the sentence that's true about you >.>

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

no pressure tags >.>

@snowyquokka @sungiesbbg

[slytherinshua]

thank you for tagging me soph i haven't done one of these in so long hehe :DD (not that anything changed from the last time i did this tag game... also removed rbs cause it was so so long)

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face /i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

tagging: @eternalgyu @blue-jisungs @candewlsy @stantxtforabetterlife @talkingsaxy

@strawberryscentedd @terrytyun10 @fae-renjun @raevyng @lxvemaze

[saxytalks]

@talkingsaxy on reblog account

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face /i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

tagging moots (no pressure) @swhore @bang-chan-my-man @nicholasluvbot @qwoolz @levantur @seoyangi @hourlyhoon @dollstrands @seorain @peterm4rker @tako-takiiii + anyone who wants to join

[peterm4rker]

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

tagging moots (no pressure) @morkiee @winwintea @neozon3nha @leejenoenthusiast @yoshit-he-dinosaur @lyvhie @yutarot @yizhrt

[leejenoenthusiast]

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

*insert clip of Taeyong saying “I’m greeeen”*

@dibidibidismynameisleeknow do the thing

[dibidibidismynameisleeknow]

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

The thing is did

@what-if-nct @kiestrokes no pressure

[kiestrokes]

Oooh this is fun, please distract me from work.

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

Having downturned lips gives you automatic RBF 😅

Non obligatory tags: @beomcoups @chans-room @minisugakoobies @amethystwrytes @hobivore @kittycat1dsn

[amethystwrytes]

@kiestrokes what instrument(s) do you play? I didn’t know this about you. Also thanks for the tag 🥹❤️ (I still never watched that show 😩😂)

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

If I had a $ for every time someone told me to smile🙄 I promise I’m happy okay? Now fk off lol

Tagging: @katieraven @lovemepie67 @linocz if you guys want to!!

[katieraven]

eeeeek YES i love this shit let's gooo

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child.

i couldnt decide for the clothing question ... highly depends. also, have found out in recent years that i suck at multitasking if its not the same overall thing. cooking and doing several things at once? sure. listening to music with lyrics and writing? nope. listening to someone talk and reading?? absolutely not.

no press tags for my babes: @rachalixie @chvnnie @leedunno @xhari-kkles

[katieraven]

✨💫The WIP Fairy is visiting your blog and wants you to share your WIPS! Share whatever you like! All of them or one of them, just the title or a brief synopsis. Put them out into the world to manifest some writing inspiration 📝🤍 then send this ask to your writer moots!💫✨

i got an ASK I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED THIS MAKES ME although i do have to disappoint you bc the only wips i have are:

1. Right Person Wrong Time!Chan

2. Enemies to Lovers!Minho

3. Best Friend's Brother!Changbin

4. Best Friends to Lovers!Jisung

the others i haven't even started yet whelp

but: i am doing actual progress on the minho one, i actually am pretty proud of it

theyre all college!au and then surrounding contexts like summer jobs and going home for holidays etc etc. i promise the minho fic is coming when i am done writing my ma thesis. im getting there.

[amethystwrytes]

✨💫The WIP Fairy is visiting your blog and wants you to share your WIPS! Share whatever you like! All of them or one of them, just the title or a brief synopsis. Put them out into the world to manifest some writing inspiration 📝🤍 then send this ask to your writer moots!💫✨

Ooofff anon. LMAO. I have so many that I'm putting this under a cut so it's not obnoxiously long lmao...but thanks for sending me this love!!! <3 <3

I have a WIP in which Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin are fishermen who rescue a woman from the ocean and then basically kidnap her when they find out she's from a wealthy family who has a reward out for her safe return or information about her. She and Yoongi have a connection though, so he tries to fix what he's done.

I have a WIP in which Christian Yu and an OC are trapped inside their apartment building together during a severe blizzard.

I have a WIP in which I know absolutely nothing about the plot but I have this scene where OC is sitting on a countertop feeding strawberries to Kim Taehyung lmao, that's literally all I have.

I have a WIP where OC meets Taehyung at a bar one evening and they hit it off with amazing chemistry but he is only interested in a casual/open relationship and she is not.

I have a WIP about OC and Jeon Jungkook being police officers while there is a serial killer on the loose and OC goes under cover. Jung Hoseok is a lead dectective on the case and OC is in love with him.

I have an enemies to lovers WIP in which OC is a librarian and Yoongi is a CEO. They used to be childhood neighbors and best friends but now they despise each other because of something that happened when they were in high school years and years ago.

I have a sugar daddy WIP in which OC is a maid who cleans the apartment of CEO Yoongi and he propositions her to be his "girlfriend" which initially disgusts her but she is in the process of getting evicted from her apartment and so they work out an arrangement. I'm honestly not sure if I even want to work on this one lmao.

I have a WIP in which Jungkook wakes up dead, Hoseok is God, Jimin is an Angel, and our OC has sold her soul to Demon Yoongi and I have no idea what I want to do with it.

I think that's all I have at this point and like, 8 is not a high number, but when you think about eight entire stories, it's kind of intimidating. Oh shit, and let's not forget

9. The last chapter of my FKN Safe series. Ugh.

[katieraven]

okay but i would read the fuck out of all of those wth

[petrichor-han]

got bored and wanted to do a tag game :p this was super interesting! i feel like these go for what i tend to read and write as well, not just one or the other 🧐

tagging: @junkissed @neo-shitty @beomcoups @hannieween @jalitepng @dreamescapeswriting @agustdiv1ne @redsaurrce + anyone else who wants to do it :)

[hannieween]

thank you for tagging me!!! this was fun hehe ( ＾ω＾ )

tagging: @cheolism @wonustars @okiedokrie @monamipencil @gyuhao5 🩵

[okiedokrie]

Thank you wifey this was very fun

Tagging: @kwanisms @nebulousbrainsoup @yuncheoligans @yoonguurt and anyone who wants to join!!

[kwanisms]

Thanks for the tag my son

Some of these were difficult to choose from, ngl

I'm gonna tag @anyamaris @heechwe @binniebeams @mint-yooxgi @galaxystardragoness @kpop-stories-21 @kpop---scenarios and anyone else who wants to participate! Just say I tagged you (:

[ikeukiss]

tysm to my loves @kwanisms and @jayparked for tagging me in this cause i love them sm and also games like this

i couldn’t pick between the first one i’m so sorry fjskdkf

tagging @sungbeams @yvnempire @loserlvrss @hyperdramas @kairoot @wonsdoll @cheolism-main @lovetaroandtaemin @pars-ley and anyone else who wants to do it! 💘

[pars-ley]

Thank you @heechwe for tagging me!

I tag @anyamaris @colormepurplex2 @shadowkoo @btsmosphere @moccahobi @taestannie

[colormepurplex2]

This was not as hard as I thought it was going to be haha. Though there were a few I hesitated on because I do like both 😅 thanks for the tag, @pars-ley !

Tagging: @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @glossed-over-lover @lo1k-diamonds @star-my @yoonia

[star-my]

For Billionaire vs office obviously it's both- combine them for the ceo/secretary trope<3

Thanks for the tag Leah! No pressure tagging @everyonewooeverywhere @moonleeai @minisugakoobies @sarcasticbambi @otome-wandering @colormetris

[minisugakoobies]

Thank you for the tag @star-my! 💕

I love almost all of these honestly

Tagging @minttangerines @kiestrokes @chans-room @bangtanintotheroom but no pressure! 💜

[kiestrokes]

Thank you for the tag Sunny! I miss simple tag games like this. I’m always so curious what my moots out 👀

Sorry if I am tagging you again!

@still-with-koo @mochilatae @amethystwrytes @andysorbit @btsgotjams27 @hwaslayer @yunsitho

[amethystwrytes]

Ohh I’ve never actually done a tag thingie like this so thank you @kiestrokes 🥰💙 some of these I literally had to coin flip for bc choices are not my forte lol

Tagging: @moni-logues @katieraven @linocz @rumpelstilskenlovesfanfic @eoieopda @sailoryooons (and anyone who just wants to bc they’re bored and I’m sorry if you’ve been tagged already - no pressure as always)

[katieraven]

oh fun!! i love thisss although it was hard to decide some of these damn

for fun tagging: @xhari-kkles @rachalixie @chvnnie @leedunno and whoever wants to!

[chanrizard]

🩵🩵🩵🩵

[amethystwrytes]

Safe (Part Eight)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Depiction of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 10K

AN: Just a friendly reminder to peep warnings on this story (and any story that offers them) just in case you see something that makes you uncomfortable that you'd like to avoid.

~ Part Eight ~ (Series M. List Here)

“That’s a strong heartbeat Ms. ___,” the doctor smiles and turns a dial on the machine. The quiet room fills with what sounds like galloping horses, “Everything looks fantastic. Let’s measure the sack, and I can tell you about how far along you are.” 

The doctor turns the dial back down a bit, slides the ultrasound wand from your vagina which you appreciate, and clicks some things on the screen. 

“When will we know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Hyunjin asks excitedly. 

The doctor smiles, “There are blood tests we can do near the end of the first trimester, but the anatomy scan won’t occur until Ms. ___ is about twenty-eight weeks along and right now…” the Doctor types something out on the keyboard, “she is only about ten weeks.” 

The doctor clicks another button and a piece of paper slides out of the machine, she rips it off and hands it to you, “A picture of the baby,” she smiles. 

“And everything looks okay?” you ask again, your fingertips gently caressing the paper in your hands. 

“Yeah, right now everything looks wonderful. Did you want to schedule the blood tests in a few weeks to determine gender, and uhm,” she looks at the three of you, “we could also add DNA to the labs…” 

“Excuse me?” Minhos voice gets darker and he narrows his eyes at the Doctor, you know that look and sit up quickly, squeezing his hand in yours. 

“That won’t be necessary,” you smile politely, “Let’s just schedule whatever labs are required for me and to make sure the baby is healthy, but everything else can wait.” 

The doctor gives you a nervous smile, “Right, okay then. Well, congratulations, again, and make sure to take your vitamins, drink plenty of water daily, and stay away from alcohol and the food items that are on the list that the nurse gave you, I’ll see you in about three more weeks.” 

The doctor all but runs out of the room and you and Hyunjin look at Minho.

“What?” he asks, fingering the cuff of his sleeve as he stands. 

“You need to behave in public,” you snort, removing the awful paper exam gown and grabbing your neatly folded clothes, “or I can’t bring you boys to my appointments. You scared that woman.” 

“She crossed a line,” Minho points out, “If we wanted a DNA test we’d have asked for it.” 

“I could wait for her in the lot, kill her after work,” Hyunjin teases, pantomiming himself choking her out with piano wire, and you smack his arm. 

“Not helping!” you hiss. 

“It was a shitty question,” he counters with a shrug. 

“Okay maybe, yes, but we’re going to have to get used to weird questions and odd looks. I mean, look at us,” you gesture. 

The room goes silent for a moment before the three of you start to giggle. 

“I’ll be polite and forgiving,” Minho smiles, “for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

As the three of you are walking out into the lobby you hear a voice call your name. 

“___?” 

You turn and see Hanna, you worked with her in the Emergency Room at the hospital. 

“Oh my god! It’s been ages,” she greets you with a hug. 

“Hanna, how are you?” 

“I’m good, I was about to go on a break and saw you,” she smiles. “Are you pregnant?” 

“I, um, yes, I am,” you smile awkwardly. “Do you work here now?” 

“Yeah, I switched from ER to Obstetrics, I was so tired of the drama at the hospital, I just wanted a better shift and to go home at 5pm,” she laughs, “but you! Congratulations!” 

“Thank you,” you smile and you can feel her catching up to the moment, finally seeing the two men standing behind you. “Um, this is Lee Minho and Hwang Hyunjin.” 

She looks between the two men, “Nice to meet you…both.” 

“We really ought to be going,” you say. 

“Well, we should catch up soon! Honestly, it’s like you disappeared into thin air. One night you were at work and the next the admins were saying you quit without notice, I mean…where did you go? Are you working anywhere?” 

“No, I um…it’s like you said, I just got tired of the drama and the rough shifts and such.” 

“So you’re not working at all?” 

“I am, it’s just more of a private practice kind of gig,” you lie, sort of. 

“Oh, well, you should give me a call sometime, my number’s still the same, I’d love to hear about it, and what you’ve been up to,” she eyes the two men again. 

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nod, “take care okay!” 

You don’t give her the time to respond before you quickly push through the glass doors and out into the parking lot. 

Christopher waits for the three of you in the SUV. Hyunjin climbs into the passenger seat while Minho slides into the back with you. 

“What was that?” he asks. 

“What was what?” you reply as if you don’t know what he’s referring to. 

“Why were you weird with your friend?” 

“Was I?” 

“Kitten,” Minho raises an eyebrow and gives you a stern look. 

“I just…” you shake your head and shrug, “I’ve been average my whole life, just normal, and I’m not anymore. I nurse criminals back to health and I’m in a polyamorous relationship with two of them and also pregnant and I just don’t know how to explain that.” 

“Are you ashamed?” he asks and while there is no defense or accusation in his tone, it still makes you feel guilty, uncomfortable. 

“No, I’m not ashamed of you, or us, or what I’m doing but I also haven’t had to be in a position where I needed to explain it all, Hanna caught me off guard. That’s all,” you explain. 

“Okay,” he nods, reaching across the seat to squeeze your hand, “I love you ___, I want you to be comfortable and happy, you know that, right?” 

“Yes baby, I know.” 

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“I had a meeting with Kim Namjoon today,” Minho says, sitting at the dining table, the entire group waiting intently for information. “He got a message from a realtor friend of his that Taehyung is about to close on some property, an abandoned sugar mill near the river.” 

“Well, it’s no secret he knows that we found his storehouse location, I got shot for it,” Seungmin says, “Clearly he’s looking for a new place to hide all his goodies, including our guns.” 

“Exactly,” Minho nods, “They close this coming Saturday, he’ll get the keys to the lot, and by Saturday night his shit and our weapons will be moved to a new location we’re not familiar with.” 

“What do you want to do?” Hyunjin asks. 

“How well do you all have the warehouse memorized?” 

“We could all tattoo it on our asses from memory,” Changbin jokes. 

“Then tonight we set a plan in stone, and tomorrow night, we do this shit. No more talking about it, we steal those fucking guns back, set Kim Taehyungs life on fire, and watch it burn to the ground.” 

The room goes quiet and you lean back on the countertop, your fingers squeezing around the edge. This is actually going to happen. For weeks it’s just been a conversation, a recon mission, and an unrealized plan of action. You knew it was coming, and you knew it was coming quickly, but your skin still feels clammy, and your heart rate jumps as you think of the inevitable danger that’s now a mere twenty four hours away. 

You don’t want to know any more. You kiss Minho on the cheek and squeeze Hyunjins shoulder as you make your way up the stairs to the bedroom. All you need to do is be ready, for what? You can’t really say. However you don’t need to know the gory details of how they plan to break into Taehyungs storehouse, who they plan to hurt, and how they intend to get out with the least amount of damage done to them if such a thing is possible. Hyunjin and Felix seemed to be certain that someone might die in attempting this, and your heart hurts contemplating that thought. Would it be Jeongin or Changbin or Felix? Maybe Seungmins stubborn ass, or sweet Jisung. God forbid Minho or Hyunjin, the very thought twists your insides apart. 

No. No you can’t quite let yourself think about it. You decide to think about treatment only. As you slide into the soothing bath water you think about different types of stitches, trauma procedures, and what medications you might need at the ready. You won’t lose anyone, you can’t. You’re too deep in this to imagine losing any of these men you care about. 

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Then

It’s 6:50am and you just clocked out, walking out of the hospital into the dark parking lot, the sun not quite up yet, the sky a mixture of gray and dark clouds, indicating a storm is coming. 

You take a deep breath and reach into your bag for your keys, walking into the maze of the lot toward your beat ass car. 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin, your keys falling to the ground with a clanky thud. You look at the man slinking up to you, hands in his pockets. 

“Yes?” you respond hesitantly, gripping one of your keys between your index and middle fingers, ready to strike in case this person means to harm you. 

“Do you work here?” he continues. You look at your ID badge hanging over your left shirt pocket, and the light pink scrubs you wear and stare at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“Sorry, what I mean to ask is, are you like, a doctor or something?” 

“I’m an RN,” you answer and he continues just blinking at you, “a nurse. Are you hurt?” you look at the man, who appears to be just fine. 

“No, but my friend, he needs help,” the man replies, gesturing with his thumb behind him to some unseen distressed friend. 

“The entrance to the Emergency Room is just straight ahead,” you turn and point from where you just came from, “The big red letters that say Emergency, you can’t miss them,” you say and turn back to your car. 

“See, the thing is,” he takes another step towards you and you instinctively take a step back, “We can’t go inside.” 

“Why can’t you go inside?”

“I can explain everything but my friend really needs your help,” he says. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you laugh, “Do you think I’m going to follow a strange man deep into this massive parking lot for you to throw me in a trunk or something?” 

“No ma’am, please, I mean you absolutely no harm, and I’ll explain while we walk but my friend…he’s bad, alright? There’s blood everywhere and it won’t stop and I’m afraid he’s going to die but I cannot take him into the hospital or he definitely will.” 

“This is the part of our conversation where I whip my phone out and call security dude, so either take your friend into the hospital or get lost, okay?” you scoff and twist your key into the lock of your car door. 

“Miss….” the mans expression is pleading and you look at him, really look at him, the fear in his eyes and the worry, “Please. Please help us.” 

You stand staring for a few seconds more then let out a windstorm of a sigh. 

“Fine. I have an emergency first aid kit in my trunk, hold on,” you slam the drivers door and slink to the trunk, opening it quickly to grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “Lead the way then.”

You follow the man deeper into the lot, weaving in and out of car aisles. 

“You said you’d explain? Why don’t you start with your name and what happened,” you demand. 

“My name is Hwang Hyunjin, my friends name is Minho and there’s one other guy with us, Jisung,” he starts. 

“Three against one, fantastic,” you deadpan. 

“I promise we aren’t going to hurt you ma’am, my friend, Minho, he’s an important man and lots of people want him dead, if he goes into that hospital and someone recognizes him, well it could be dangerous for him and anyone near him, including your coworkers, okay?” 

“I don’t like the sound of that at all Hwang Hyunjin,” you shake your head as he stops at the rear of a large black van. Oh great, you think. 

“Please?” he opens the doors to reveal two men, one of them holding a dirty towel over a wound, the other man wincing in pain, struggling with breath and looking very, very injured. 

“Shit,” you mutter, crawling into the van, nurse mode on and completely forgetting that this could all be a trap. Although, judging by the man writhing in pain before you, you think perhaps Hwang Hyunjin was telling the truth after all. 

“What happened?” you ask the other two men. 

“He was shot…” 

Your eyes widen as you look around, what have you gotten yourself into? 

“I see,” you clench your jaw and take a closer look at the wound. “Your name’s Minho?” you ask and the man with the wound, who seems to have just now noticed you, opens his dark eyes and nods. 

“Okay Minho,” you say rummaging through your woefully lacking bag, “I’m going to have to run back into the hospital, I think this is outside the capacity of my little first aid bag. Is the bullet still inside or did it go through?” you ask. 

“I believe it’s still inside but I’m not sure,” Hyunjin answers. 

“I need to go get a GSW kit from the med room,” you back slowly away from the van and two of the three men look at you as if they expect you to come back with security. You ought to. Every security protocol that exists is being broken right now. You try not to think about it as you jog back toward the hospital. 

“Forget something?” Seokjin, the emergency department guard, cocks his head toward you. 

“Yes, um, in my locker,” you fake a chuckle as you glide by. You should tell him there’s a man in the parking lot trying to be treated outside the hospital, tell him that this man is obviously some kind of bad guy, yet for some reason you don’t. 

The GSW kits are locked up with the other supplies in a nearby closet, and you can’t scan your ID because if or when someone realizes it’s missing they’ll be able to trace it to you. You sigh, looking around to make sure no one is watching as you pluck Sunni’s ID badge off the nurses desk - she always leaves it lying around. It’s wrong what you’re doing, stealing things under her name, but you push through the door, grab the kit and a few extra things, shove them into your backpack and head back out. Shift changes are always busy, the incoming staff doing their first rounds to get acclimated to new patients and their needs, so you go through completely undetected except by Seokjin, who doesn’t seem to care, and plays his Nintendo Switch at the lobby desk as he always does, just giving you a smile and a nod on your way out. 

You run back toward the van and swing open the doors. Hyunjin looks thoroughly impressed that you are still alone and you ignore the appreciative smile that creeps across his face. 

You put on some gloves and unzip the GSW bag. 

You toss the kit to him, “I need to cut open his shirt, while I do this I need you to find some clamps - they look kind of like scissors but they have curved tips that look like pliers, I’ll need to use them to get the bullet out. I’ll also need a lot of gauze, probably every bit that’s in that bag.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he starts rummaging while you work at getting Minhos shirt off of him. 

“Clamps,” you command and hold your bloody hand out, he places them in your palm, “Okay Minho, I think I can see the bullet, but this is going to hurt, okay?” you grimace and press your lips together tightly as you shove the clamp into the wound, the bullet is deep but retrievable and Minho is surprisingly still as you fiddle around his insides with metal. 

“Got it,” you drop the clamps, “Gauze, all of it,” you instruct and the two additional men start handing you piece after piece as you shove it into the gunshot wound to stop the blood loss. 

“There should be an ace bandage and some surgical tape in there, get them,” you continue directing and the men continue following orders. You bite off some tape and place it over the packed gauze, then wrap the bandage around his torso. Finally, you take a breath. 

“He’ll need to be seen by a physician,” you sit back on your legs, “This is a very sloppy fix but it’s the best I can do in the back of a van. He needs antibiotics, and someone to unpack that gauze and inspect the area, probably stitch up the wound - but he should make it until you can find someone to do that. Do not leave the gauze in more than four hours, he’ll need to be seen before that but I’ve bought you time to find someone you can trust.” 

“Thank you,” Hyunjin nods. 

You crawl out of the van and he hands you your bag, but you shake your head, “Keep it, and you’re welcome.” 

“We need to get out of here,” the other man, Jisung, says and Hyunjin nods. 

“Get him seen immediately, don’t wait, there’s an emergency rural clinic in Nayeong, it’s about a two and a half hour drive but it’s a tiny, sleepy town where no one’s going to ask a lot of questions. Plus, if he hasn’t had his license revoked, the old doc that runs the clinic should be pretty easy to buy silence from, as long as he can get his liquor at the end of the day,” you share and Hwang Hyunjin smiles at you. 

“What about your silence?” he asks, “Can that be bought?” 

You shake your head, “I could get fired for what just happened, it breaks every protocol we have here, but I won’t say a word as long as you never come back to this hospital, I don’t want to see your face again, you hear me? Keep whatever dangerous shit you all are wrapped up in far away from here.” 

“You got it Doll,” he smiles then slams the van door and slinks around to disappear into the passenger side. 

You let out a shaky breath as you watch them drive off, realizing for the first time just how scared you’d been. You gather yourself for a moment then go back to your own car, you’ll go home and wash - no, burn - these scrubs that are now covered in blood, you’ll take a hot shower and you’ll go to sleep and forget about the three criminals you just assisted. In eleven hours you’ll have to be back here like it never happened. 

The next morning, you should have seen it coming, should’ve known that there would be a man propped up against your car waiting for you. This time it’s Minho, the man you removed a bullet from. A small part of you is relieved to see he is up, standing, and looking decently okay though you can tell he’s sore by the way he stands with his hand pressed to his lower left side. The rest of you however, is just plain mad. 

“I told you not to come back here,” you frown. 

“Well, yes, but technically you were speaking to my guy,” he smirks. 

“Oh, well I am so sorry for the confusion,” you roll your eyes, “but I meant all of you need to stay far, far away. Now, leave me alone before I get into actual trouble.” 

“I only wanted to say thank you-,”

“You’re welcome!” you snap, “Now leave.” 

“I like you,” he sucks at his lip and grins with amusement, “I wasn’t sure, but you have quite a bite to you, and now I’m certain.” 

“What are you rambling about?” 

“I’d like to offer you a job.” 

You snort, “Not interested.” 

He moves his arm and slides an envelope out from underneath his jacket then hands it to you, “Reconsider.” 

You open the flap and peer inside. Money. Several stacks of money. In fact, you’ve never seen this much cash in person in your entire life. It makes your mouth go dry and you quickly close the flap and tightly clutch the envelope in your fists. 

“What the Hell?” you seethe. 

“That’s just my payment for yesterday, a simple Thank You. However, if you agree to come work for me, I can guarantee that kind of money regularly and promise that you’ll never want for anything ever again.” 

You look at the envelope then back at him. 

“I’m not a criminal,” you say. 

“I’m not asking you to be a criminal, Kitten. I’m asking you to continue what you already do, just at a much higher pay rate,” he smiles. 

“And what else?” you raise a brow, “Because if memory serves me right, when you make a deal with the Devil it always comes with a price.” 

He shrugs, “All I’d ask of you in return is your silence, to keep what you hear and see a secret. To be someone I can trust, that’s all.” 

You shake your head, “I have a job, I don’t need your money,” you extend the envelope back to him. 

“Liar.” 

“Pardon me?” 

“You need that money, ___. You have over eighty thousand in student loan debt, you’re behind on nearly all of your utility payments, if you’re late one more time with rent your landlord has threatened to evict you, and no offense but this car looks like it’s one winter away from completely breaking down.” 

“How the Hell do you know all that?” you fume.

“I always do background checks on my employees,” he smiles. “I’m not going to sit here and force you into anything, but I cannot tell you how beneficial it would be for me to have a medical professional on standby. It would help protect my guys tremendously.” 

“I’m just a nurse,” you tell him, “I’m not a surgeon or anything like that. I don’t know how useful I can be for you.” 

“Why underestimate yourself, Kitten? You saved my life yesterday morning, you knew exactly what to do, and the only reason you sent us to the rural clinic is because you didn’t have the resources to finish the job. I can get you those resources, I can get you anything you ask for.” 

“How much are we talking, pay scale I mean?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

“You’ll get a black card with your name on it and unlimited credit, I’ll place you in one of my safe houses on the edge of the city, a beautiful home in an expensive neighborhood, I’ll also give you a car - you can select it or I can take a wild guess at what you like - and I’ll pay out your lease, your student loans, your utilities and get all your affairs taken care of for you so all you have to do is give the hospital notice and show up at this address when you’re ready,” he hands you a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. 

“Just like that? I agree to work for you, I quit my job, and you just make all my problems go away?” 

“Just like that.” 

“Do you do bad things?” you look at him, “I need to know.” 

He takes a calm breath and nods, “Yes. I do bad things.” 

“Like what?” you wonder. 

“I work in certain…legal gray areas…but I’m afraid if you want to know the details then you’ll have to agree to our arrangement first,” he explains. 

“If I decide I don’t like it? What happens to me then?” 

“We’d have to cross that bridge when we come to it, Kitten.” 

Great, how very reassuring. 

“If I say no?” 

“Then you say no, you can keep that envelope of cash and put it toward your debt, and you’ll never see me again.” 

You can’t quite explain why the thought of never seeing him again is disappointing. All he wants is for you to nurse wounds. He’s not asking you to do anything you wouldn’t be doing anyway. Yet a heavy feeling sinks into your stomach, like perhaps this is all a mistake. You choose to ignore it though. 

“Okay,” you nod. 

He raises a brow, “Okay…what?” 

“I’ll work for you.” 

“You don’t want to think about it?” he grins. 

“If I think about it I’ll decline,” you shrug, “I’ll call my supervisor when I get home, she should be settling into her office by the time I get there. I’ll be at this address tomorrow morning at 9am.” 

“Wow. I did not think it would be that easy,” he laughs. 

“I’m not a bad person, I don’t do bad things, but I’m tired of living the way I have been,” you admit. 

“I know you’re not a bad person, I knew that the second you crawled into that van yesterday,” he agrees. “But good, I’m glad you accepted. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“I’m kind of scared of you,” you call to him as he trots off. 

He turns, a smile on his face, “You kind of should be, Kitten.” 

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“Any word yet?” you walk into the living room where Christopher paces back and forth. 

“Nothing yet,” he shakes his head, looking at his phone for good measure. 

It’s nearly 1:30am. Minho, Hyunjin and the rest left around nine o’clock. Four and a half hours of radio silence. Four and a half hours of not knowing if they’re okay. 

You sit in the arm chair, the same one Minho sat in the night he watched Hyunjin fuck you on the couch. The corners of your lips twitch into a tiny, satisfied smile but soon turn back into a frown, will he ever sit in this chair again? You screw your eyes shut and try to destroy that thought, cast it out of your head and burn it with fire. 

The time seems to pass at an alarmingly and unnaturally slow pace. You just sit, silently listening to the ticking of the wall clock, occasionally watching Christopher pace, then sit and rub his legs with his palms, only to stand up and start pacing again. You get it, so you don’t scold him, but it is grating on your nerves. 

“Should we call someone?” you ask, knowing what the answer is but hoping Christopher is worried enough to break the rules. 

“No, if we call in the middle of something we compromise everything. We wait, someone will call when there’s something to call about,” he says. 

You nod, accepting, but hating this answer. 

“What if it was a trap? Or what if the police got them? Or…”

“Stop it ___. You’re not helping anything,” he huffs. 

“It’s been almost six hours now,” you point out, trying to keep your bottom lip from trembling, fighting back tears. 

“I know but we can’t-,” 

Christophers voice is cut off by tires squealing into the driveway. You get up and practically sprint to the front door before Chris pulls you back, his weapon drawn just in case. 

You wait eagerly, listening to the sound of car doors slamming and quick footsteps, your skin practically vibrates with nauseous anticipation. 

Minho bursts through the door first, he blows right past Christopher and rushes you, his arms coming around you tightly. You’re about to ask where Hyunjin is but you see him follow close behind, greeting you the same way and the three of you stand there in an embrace for a few moments. 

“Is everything…” you trail off, not sure what to ask first. 

“Everything is fine now baby,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips. 

“Everyone made it out?” you continue. 

“Everyone made it out, not a scratch,” he grins, and you think you might see happy tears glossing his eyes. 

“Just like that?” you say, practically in disbelief. 

“Just like that.” 

“Taehyung is ruined,” Hyunjin grins, lighting a cigarette and opening a nearby window, “We got our guns back, his heroin is burning even as we speak and if that wasn’t enough, just like our warehouse explosion attracted investigators, his will too, except this time they’ll find the remnants of so much heroin that all eyes will shift to Taehyung, no one will give a flying fuck about us, at least for a long time.” 

“Is Taehyung…dead?” you wonder. 

“No,” Minho shakes his head, “but I bet he wishes he was, and that’s good enough for me.” 

“He won’t retaliate?” you don’t believe that someone like Taehyung would just roll over and take it. 

“I don’t see how he could,” Minho shakes his head, “The bastard is going to have to go into hiding, if he even so much as walks into daylight investigators will be on him so fast he’ll be in a prison cell by the time he draws a breath.” 

“So, it’s just…over?” 

“For now, yes. It’s over. Kim Taehyung loses.” 

Something doesn’t feel right, but you decide not to worry about it. Everyone seems so celebratory, opening bottles of expensive liquor and laughing. A win is a win, and they desperately needed a win. 

You spectate for a while, smiling at the ease and happiness in the room. You feel a sense of pride, which is something you’d never imagine yourself feeling for these men. You retreat upstairs, tired from worrying and coming down from the adrenaline rush. 

You’re not necessarily surprised when you hear Hyunjin slip into the bedroom and you watch in the darkness as he strips himself of his clothes and slides in with you, his body pressing against yours, his hands sliding underneath your tee shirt, palming one of your breasts. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, rolling you onto your back so he can fit his fingers snugly against your cunt. You moan into his mouth as he pushes into you, twisting and pushing you to pleasure. 

“I love you too,” you say, taking his face between your hands, you throw your leg over his hip to give him better access. 

The door opens again and Minho stares through the darkness. 

“Well, I feel left out,” he huffs playfully, locking the door behind him. He begins to remove his clothes as he walks around to slide into the other side of the bed. 

“Just a warm up Boss,” Hyunjin whispers, leaning over you to capture Minhos mouth with his own. 

The warmth you feel in your heart, in your very bones is like nothing you could ever experience anywhere else. Safe between them both, surrounded by passion and love and heat. 

“Fuck me,” you rasp against Minhos mouth and he slides between your legs, granting your wish while Hyunjin worships your sensitive nipples. 

“I love you,” you whisper, “I love you both so much, fuck,” you moan. 

The danger is gone, and the three of you relish in the relief until the sky turns a light gray color, taking turns touching and kissing and fucking, cat napping between. It’s perfect, you think, everything is perfect now. 

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“Fuck me, has anyone heard from Kim Seungmin for Gods sake?” Minho grumbles loudly as he walks through the kitchen. 

“I think he’s been holed up with that girl he met,” Hyunjin answers, setting his pencil down on top of his sketchpad.

“What girl?” 

“Who knows, with Seungmin it’s a new girl every month,” Hyunjin chuckles, “Why? What’s got your panties in such a twist?” 

“He and Jisung are supposed to be delivering the guns to the Min organization in one hour and he’s not answering his fucking phone,” Minho explains. 

“Get Felix to go, or Christopher - it’s high time he starts doing a bit more than just driving everyone around, let Seungmin have his fun,” Hyunjin waves him off. 

“He really does need all the sex he can get,” you laugh, “the man is a total ass most of the time, anything to soften that blow.” 

“You two are making me soft, I swear to God,” Minho complains, “but fine. Chris can help with the delivery and Seungmin can continue getting his dick wet to spare us all of his nasty attitude.” 

“What time do we need to be at the Park meeting?” Hyunjin asks. 

“We should have left twenty minutes ago,” Minho sighs, “Will you be alright? Here alone?” he looks at you. 

“Yes, I need to organize some things, and I’ll probably just take a bubble bath and go to bed scrolling through baby registry items,” you smile.

It’s been over a month since anyone heard from Kim Taehyung, with most believing he fled the country to avoid detection from investigators. His name and footage of his warehouse burning had been on the news for weeks, but no information had turned up. Kim Taehyung isn’t coming back anytime soon. 

“Okay, our phones will be on silent during the meeting, but text us as soon as you lay down, alright Love?” Minho kisses your cheek and you nod. 

“I will, I love you both, be careful.” 

Hyunjin kisses the top of your head, “Always Doll.” 

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You’re scrolling through Pinterest for nursery ideas when your screen is interrupted by a text. 

Hurt bad, need help at the old warehouse -KSM

You narrow your eyes, opening the number and pressing the call button. It rings, rings and rings until you get to the voicemail. Kim Seungmin. You know what to do. BEEP. 

“Hey, what’s going on? Call me back…” 

You hang up the phone and wait. Five minutes turns into ten minutes turns into fifteen. You’re starting to get nervous when your phone pings with another message. 

It’s not safe to talk. I’m at the warehouse and need help. I can’t move myself. 

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. Seungmin knows better than this, and you think he must be really fucked up if he’s asking this of you. 

You open up the message again, On my way. 

You get dressed and grab a bag, stuffing random supplies in. 

Before you go you call Minho, it goes to voicemail, which is probably a good thing because he might actually kill you for doing what you’re about to do but something in your gut is telling you that Seungmin needs you. So you leave him a message telling him what happened and where you’re going. For good measure you leave Hyunjin a voicemail too. Then you load up the car and start driving. 

Seungmins truck is parked in front of the burnt and disheveled remains of the warehouse. The drivers side door is open, the interior light is on and you can see blood spatter all over the inside of the door. Your skin erupts in chills and you scream when your phone starts ringing. Minho.

“Hello?” you answer breathlessly. 

“Where the fuck are you? And you better not say at that fucking warehouse!” Minhos voice is angry. 

“I am,” you answer softly, still staring at Seungmins truck. 

“Fuck!” Minho yells into the phone. 

“Baby somethings wrong,” you say. 

“What? Is Seungmin there with you?” his voice is suddenly laced with fear under all that steely ice. 

“His truck is here, but I don’t see him, I just pulled up,” you answer, “I think he’s inside, but there’s blood all over the inside of his truck,” you tell him. 

“Do not go into that building, do you hear me? Hyunjin and I are on our way, for fucks sake please baby don’t go inside without us,” he pleads. 

“I need to find Seungmin,” you say defiantly, “Something is clearly wrong.” 

“No!” he bellows, “Do not go in there without backup. Do you hear me? ___?” 

“I hear you!” you finally yell back and hang up the phone. “But just because I heard you doesn’t mean I have to listen,” you whisper. You toss your phone into the passenger seat and grab your first aid bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you approach the broken and tattered entrance. 

“Seungmin?” you look around at the burnt debris. Why the fuck would he come here? It’s an utter mess.

“Seungmin! Where are you?” you hiss into the darkness. 

You hear a gargled cough from another room and follow it, your blood pressure steadily rising. Something isn’t right. 

When you enter the room you can smell the blood. You scan the room twice before you see it, the lump of a body laying in the far corner. 

“Oh my god…” 

You rush to him, falling to your knees, your bag thumping on the ground next to you. He’s been shot, multiple times, a pool of blood underneath him. He’s pale, God he’s so pale. 

“Seun…Seungmin?” you tap the side of his face, tears stinging your eyes. His lids slowly open and he looks up at you. Something changes, you see fear. 

“No…” he shakes his head back and forth, which seems to expend all of his energy, “Why did you come…why did…” he coughs again, bright red blood sputtering from his mouth, hitting your tee shirt and your arms. 

“Oh God, Seungmin, what did they do?” you look at his abdomen, his chest - riddled with bullet wounds. Your blood runs absolutely cold, your very spirit leaves your soul. 

You cannot fix this. No one could.

“Am I?” he looks up at you. Am I going to die? That’s what he’s asking, and yes, he is. You clench your jaw to stop yourself from crying. Don’t cry.  

You smile, lean down and smooth his hair off his forehead, “No. You’re fine, you’re going to be just fine Seungmin. Soon you and I will be bickering over something or another,” you laugh, continuing to pet his hair with your fingers. 

He nods, but his eyes scrunch up and tears flood down the sides of his face, into his hairline. He doesn’t believe you, they never do, but he’ll play along to make it easier, and that’s what you’re here for now. 

“You know,” you say, twirling his hair, “Minho and Hyunjin make a good team, but he was wrong about one thing,” you smile, “Hyunjin isn’t the best he’s got, you are. You’re the best soldier Minho has, and he’s hard on you because he knows it’s true.” 

“No….shit…” Seungmin chuckles, and so do you. You stretch your tee shirt out to wipe the blood that seeped from his mouth from his efforts. 

“They’ll be here soon, okay? Can you wait with me?” you ask softly. 

At this Seungmin becomes alarmed, his eyes widening and head shaking back and forth frantically. 

“Hey, calm down, be still…” 

“Get out…you have to…not alone…” he rasps, his words garbled from blood. 

“Seungmin…you’re not alone honey, you’re not alone, shhh,” you soothe. 

He shakes his head again and tries to say the words, he tries so hard and you wait, you will his lips to speak, but instead the light fades from his eyes and his body goes still. 

“Seungmin?” 

You sit there for several seconds silently, your fingers still smoothing his hair, and then you sob. You press your forehead against his and sob, scream, and cry until your whole body hurts. 

“I’m sorry,” you wail, your body heaving with cries. “I’m so sorry!” and you’re not sure if you’re sorry because you couldn’t save him, sorry because of the way you’ve spoken to him in the past, or sorry that any of this ever happened at all. 

“___?”

Minhos voice is shaky as you look up from Seungmins lifeless body. 

“Hyunjin is doing a perimeter-,” Minho takes a step forward but stops when he sees Seungmin laying there. He covers his mouth and he turns his body away as if he can’t bear to look, then he turns around again rushing over and dropping to his knees. 

“Fuck,” Minho gasps, he strokes Seungmins face with the back of his trembling fingers, grabs Seungmins hand in his. “Fuck…” he sobs. 

“I couldn’t…” you cry, unable to finish the sentence. “Minho I’m sorry.” 

“You will be.” 

The voice doesn’t belong to Minho, and before you can really process this fact, someone is pulling you up off the floor by your hair. 

The smell of burnt ashes, wet cigarettes and pathetic overwhelms your nostrils nearly to the point of gagging. 

Kim Taehyung. Seungmin wasn’t trying to tell you he didn’t want to be alone, he was trying to tell you that the two of you were not alone. You suspect it also wasn’t Seungmin who texted you. You’ve been baited and you walked right into the trap. 

Minho is up like a shot, the gun he keeps strapped to his ankle pointed at Taehyung. 

“Nu-uh-uh,” you hear Taehyung growl, feel the cold hard metal of a gun barrel flush against your temple. “Set it down or I swear to God the last thing I do is blow this bitches brains all over the place,” he tells Minho and you choke out another sob. “Set it down!” he yells, the very walls reverberating from his anger. 

Minho grimaces, but bends over to set the pistol on the ground. 

“Kick it across the room,” Taehyung continues, “NOW!” 

Angry, Minho kicks the pistol and the three of you watch it spin over the concrete floor across the space. 

“What are you doing Taehyung? What do you want? It’s over,” Minho lifts his hands up. 

“It is,” Taehyung spits, “It is over. It’s over for me, but I don’t care.” 

“Clearly,” Minho seethes. 

“One thing I’m better at than you Lee is taking,” Taehyung chuckles darkly, “You take things, my Heroin for example, and that’s good, good job, but I take your fucking life, no…I take your fucking will to live. Just like with Seola, except this time you get to watch.” 

Taehyung cocks the gun against your head and you shudder. 

“I’m pregnant!” you scream in a last ditch effort to find a shred of humanity inside this monster. 

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung rasps against your ear, “Congratulations.” 

He drags the barrel of the gun from your head, down between your shoulders, and stops at the small of your back, “Maybe let’s blow your belly out first then?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ Taehyung!” Minho screams, “Just kill me.” 

Your head snaps up to look at Minho and you can feel Taehyung smiling with glee. 

“Kill me you fucking pathetic piece of shit! That’s your end goal, always has been, so just fucking do it you worthless son of a bitch! I’m so fucking tired of this…” 

“Stop!” you cry. 

“I want you to suffer,” Taehyung growls, you can feel his head shaking back and forth, “I want you to watch her die and know that it never would’ve happened if you’d left her alone, that it’s because of you she’s standing in this fucking room!” 

“I love you baby, I love you Lee Minho,” you cry, looking at him. 

“Say goodbye to her Minho, say it,” Taehyung urges. 

“I don’t fucking think so!” 

Hyunjin yells from the doorway, loaded gun pointed in your direction. 

Too many things happen at once. You can hear gunshots going off like firecrackers, you hear Minho scream something so loudly it somehow overpowers the crack of bullets flying. You end up on your knees with your hands over your ears until you see the gun Taehyung was holding drop beside you on the ground. You risk permanent deafness pulling your hands away to scramble for it and you get it, snatching it from Taehyungs reach a mere half second before his fingers land. 

You have no time to think about Hyunjins training session at the gun range, you point the barrel at Taehyungs face and pull the trigger. You can feel warm, wet pieces of matter that you refuse to look at or acknowledge hit the front of your body and you don’t need to look twice to know Taehyung is gone. 

Taking the gun you scramble over, falling several times because you can’t seem to control your body anymore, towards Hyunjin and Minho. The smell of flesh and gunpowder and death everywhere. 

Hyunjin sits on his knees, his body trembles, pupils so blown out he looks like he’s on drugs, “He saved me…he saved me…stupid mother fucker…stupid…” Hyunjins face distorts into a look of such pain that there are no words to describe it, and then he screams. 

“No, no, no,” you shake your head and leap onto Minho, who is being too still, turning him over from his side to his back. Just like Seungmin, Minhos chest is riddled with bullets, one right through his heart. 

“No. No, he’s got a vest. He’s got a vest…” you start ripping off his shirt, already soaked with blood, it coats your fingers causing them to slip over the smooth buttons. “No, no, no.” 

“There wasn’t time…” Hyunjin chokes. “We didn’t have time he said…there’s no time…”

You press your fingers against his neck and feel no pulse, then against his wrist…still nothing.

“Wake up baby, wake up,” you beg, you smack his face and shake his shoulders, “WAKE THE FUCK UP!!” you scream so loud it rips your throat to shreds. “Please!”

The life is gone from his eyes as they stare at nothing and you start to lose it. You can’t breathe, and all you can do is whimper. 

“He jumped in front of me,” Hyunjin repeats, sobbing as he grabs Minhos face in his hands. “Why would you do that…stupid…” he cries, his tears dripping off of his own face onto Minhos. 

“Call an ambulance,” you command through gritted teeth, you get up on your knees and press the heel of your palm into his chest and pump. 

“Baby…” Hyunjin sobs. 

“Call a fucking ambulance!” you scream hoarsely, counting time in your head. You ignore the sinking feeling you’ve had so many times as a nurse, ignore the fact that if you were in the ER right now, looking at anyone other than someone you love, you’d be waiting for the physician to call the time. You ignore everything. 

“He’s gone ___,” Hyunjin cries, placing his hand over yours. 

“No!” you scream. 

You didn’t get tricked into coming here. You didn’t just sit with Seungmin while he died. You didn’t just blow Kim Taehyungs face off and Minho isn’t dead. 

You repeat it over and over. 

“He’s gone,” Hyunjin says, crawling over to you, “He’s gone.” 

You scream into Hyunjins chest as your body shudders with sobs. 

He’s gone. 

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“Come on hun, you two need to get out of here.” 

It’s Felix. You look up into his big eyes, swollen and red with his own tears. 

You look down, Hyunjin lays next to Minho quietly sobbing into the floor. 

“We need to get you out of here sweetheart,” Felix places his hand on your shoulder but you push it off slowly with your fingers. 

“Please,” Felix sniffles, “We’ve got to get everyone out of here,” he looks around and shudders with new tears, “all of you.” 

You crawl across the floor, through the blood, and lean over Minho. You pick the weight of his arm up, cup his hand to your face and lean into it like you do so often. The lack of warmth from his skin brings on a new set of painful sobs.

“I love you,” you whimper. “I don’t want to go anywhere, not without you.” 

“Get them out,” Changbin tells Felix and the others, trying to steady his voice, “Get them home. Pick them up if you have to.” 

You can feel Felix look at you but he decides to try his luck with Hyunjin instead. Instead it’s Christopher who kneels in front of you, wipes his nose with the back of his arm. 

“Come on, it’s time,” he tucks his arm under your knees and braces your back while he lifts you up. 

“I couldn’t save him,” you weep into the crook of his neck. 

“You were never going to save him sweetheart, he never wanted to be saved.” 

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“Miss ___?” 

Through the blur of people you look up to see Kim Namjoon approaching you. You sip your water, wishing it was whiskey, but you’re still pregnant despite your mind, body and spirit being completely broken. Somehow the baby made it through the trauma and it’s your job to take care of him. Him. You can’t really say how you know, but you do. 

“Mr. Kim, thank you for coming,” you force a smile, smoothing out the skirt of your black dress. 

“Of course,” Namjoon clears his throat, “Lee was a friend, I’m so sorry that we’ve lost him.” 

Lost isn’t good enough, you think. Lost things can be found. What you feel is so much greater than loss, you feel erased. Annihilated. You feel nothing. 

“Uh,” Mr. Kim sits in the chair next to you and you realize you’ve been silent for several moments, “Minho asked me to give you this, he left it to you.” 

He pulls a white envelope from the inside of his jacket and hands it to you. It feels heavy in your hands and you look at Namjoon with confusion. 

“We weren’t married, I’m not owed anything,” you glance over at Changbin and the rest of Minhos loyal men, “whatever he’s left should be divided between them.”  

“No you misunderstand, this isn’t something he gave to me as a client to a lawyer, it’s not a will. This is something he gave to me as a friend and asked me to hold it for safekeeping, but to make sure you received it if anything were to happen to him.” 

“What is it?” you ask, running your fingertip over the edges of the envelope. 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugs, “He didn’t tell me to look at it, just told me to keep it safe for you. There’s something heavy in it though, a trinket or something? I’m not sure.” 

Namjoon stands and gives you a sympathetic smile, “I’m truly sorry, he loved you very much Miss ___, I hope you knew that.” 

“I did,” you say but the words get lost on your lips, turning into a raspy whisper as your throat begins to swell with a sob, “Excuse me.” 

You clutch the envelope to your chest and retreat from the room, briefly making eye contact with Hyunjin, who is about as sociable at this funeral as you are, which is to say not at all. You can feel him following close behind.

“You okay?” he asks when you end up in an empty sitting area near the back of the funeral parlor. 

“No,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your cries. 

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you, a gesture that used to put you at total ease, but now it feels lacking, like Minho was a necessary piece to a three part puzzle. A piece that’s been destroyed so the puzzle can never really be whole again. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Hyunjin says with no explanation, and you don’t know what exactly he means by it. He doesn’t know what to do with you? With himself? Or what to do about anything at all? Same, you think. 

“I miss him too much,” you cry into his shoulder. None of this feels real.

“I know,” Hyunjin chokes on a sob, “I know baby, me too.” 

The envelope, still clutched to your chest crunches between the two of you. 

“What is that?” he sniffs, looking at the paper. 

“I don’t know, Namjoon said Minho wanted me to have it in case…well…” 

You sit on a chair and push your finger under the flap, ripping the paper. 

A key falls out of the envelope into your hand as you pluck a letter out. 

Hey Kitten, 

You promised you’d keep Scotland in the back of your mind, right? I don’t want to go anywhere without you either, but just in case we do have to be apart, I want to know that you, Hyunjin, and our baby are all safe. If you’re reading this, I guess it means I can’t come with you, but you deserve to start over, you all deserve to live a normal life without safe houses, without guns or makeshift surgery centers. So go. Start over. I’m so sorry that I was broken when we met, but you patched me up baby, and I love you so much. Tell Hyunjin to take care of you, to keep drawing in that stupid book of his, and that I love him too. When the baby is old enough, tell them about me, okay? Tell them I loved them with my whole heart, and I’m sorry I can’t be there. 

All my love,

Minho

“Scotland,” you whisper and hold the key over your heart. 

“What?” Hyunjin looks at you bewildered, “What is all this?” 

You wipe the tears off your cheeks, “It’s Minho. Keeping us safe one last time.”

Endnotes:

1. I cried writing the first draft of this ngl and kinda hated myself, then by like my third or fourth proof read I was like desensitized to it kinda? Anywho. I hope no one is legitimately angry with me😬😓 I promise this was my plan from the start and not a wild card draw. One more chapter left💙

2. Will tag my besties in the comments!! Here’s a virtual kiss 😘 and maybe also a virtual warm hug and sympathetic pat on the back? 🫂🫂🫂

[katieraven]

AMETHYST

I AM LITERALLY CRYING

i know you told me this was going to happen but still

TWO IN ONE CHAPTER???

like. seungmin killed me. that scene was so so sad holy shit the make believe? both knowing he would die and both acting like he wouldnt?

BUT MINHO????? THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOOD BYE TO EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK AMETHYST

“You were never going to save him sweetheart, he never wanted to be saved.” 

HELLOO????? THAT'S SO DAMN SAD FUCK

okay. i will calm down.

how DARE you do this in one chapter. i was so sure i had more time to get used to that thought.

but there is something very beautiful about minho who had lost so much managing to save the people he loved when he couldn't do that previously.

also holy shit, mc pulling the trigger. damn girl.

actually im not over it IT'S SO FUCKING SAD HE ISN'T GOING TO GET TO MEET HIS KID GOD DAMMIT

what the FUCK

chapeau tho, haven't cried from a story in a hot second and this one got me DEAD

[amethystwrytes]

Safe (Part Seven)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 3.5K

~ Part Seven ~ (Series M. List Here)

Two vibrant, undeniably visible pink lines scream at you from the bathroom countertop. 

“What does it say?” Seungmin hobbles up behind you. 

“Get out! God, you fucking leech! I’m literally staring at a plastic stick dripping with my piss here, can I get a minute to myself?!” you scream and shove him out the door, he stumbles back and hits the opposite wall with a thud as you slam and lock the bathroom door. 

“I guess I’ll take that as a positive then!” he yells, “Hormonal asshole! I’ve just been shot in the leg today, no big deal!” you hear him hobble back down the hallway. 

Actually it’s a double positive, since you’ve taken two tests. One might be a dud, right? It happens. It’s possible. You, as a nurse, had personally never seen a false positive on a pregnancy test, but you hear things, right? It’s happened. So you squeezed out a little more pee for test #2, after all, that’s probably why they give you two in a box anyhow. Yet even with barely enough urine to soak the stupid scratchy tip of the test, the lines were so clearly there that you had no choice but to believe them. 

“Fuck.” 

The word comes out in a choked sob as you sit back down on the toilet, your face in your hands. 

How? You are a fucking nurse. How did you let this happen? 

Working at the hospital had always had its perks, like how you could just drop into gynecology, sign a paper, and have the nurse give you your shot, most of the time it was someone you knew and were friendly with. It was convenient, it was easy, you were able to do it on your breaks for goodness sake. You never made an appointment or anything, so there wouldn’t be any kind of reminder from the office to come back to stay on schedule. Evidently you were the type of person who needed them though, because here you sit on a toilet, in a house that doesn’t belong to you, pregnant with…

With whose fucking child? You laugh, audibly laugh, and it slowly turns into sobs. You don’t even know who the father is. Hyunjin? Minho? One of them, obviously. You’ve been fucking them both longer than six weeks, which is what you put yourself at if you’re getting nauseous and vomiting. Of course you can’t know for certain, that will have to be confirmed at an obstetrics appointment, which you will now have to go to, routinely. 

The words abortion, adoption flash in your mind. You did not plan this, you did not want this. Yet even as you sit here, drops of pee all over the place, sobbing into your hands, you can’t quite seem to change the “did not want” to “do not want” in your head. 

“I do not want this,” you say it out loud, because maybe you just need to audibly hear yourself say it, but it comes out as a complete and utter lie. You feel in your very heart that it’s a lie. 

“I want this,” you whisper, the ghost of a smile spreading across your lips, and suddenly the scared and ugly tears are replaced with a sense of overwhelming excitement. “I want this.” 

You clean up the bathroom and roll up the pregnancy tests in a paper towel, you have no idea why you feel like saving them, but you roll them up anyway. 

When you walk back into the kitchen Seungmin is sitting at the table, his bandaged leg propped up on a chair, “Well?” 

“I’m pregnant,” you state, shocked at your own calmness, picking up your supplies from patching him up earlier to put them back where they belong. 

“Shit,” he whistles low, “Well what are you going to do?” he asks. 

“Have a baby, Seungmin, that’s what I’m going to do.” 

“Do you really think-...”

“What I really think is you should shut your mouth, because you have absolutely zero fucking opinions that matter regarding this, do you want to try me Kim Seungmin? I dare you.” 

“No ma’am.” 

“Good then.” 

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When Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung walk through your door later that evening your very blood turns to ice; an indescribable feeling of excitement, fear, elation and dread consuming your every fiber. 

“How’s the leg?” Hyunjin asks Seungmin, smacking the back of his shoulder. 

“It’s uh,” he looks at you nervously which causes the other three men to look at you as well, “It’s fine. Doc here stitched me up.” Smooth Seungmin, smooth as silk you fucking twat. 

“Did you all get into a wrestling match or something? What’s with the vibes?” Jisung teases. 

“Nothing,” Seungmin answers too fast, “take me home Han, can I get some pain meds or something?” he looks in your general direction but refuses to make eye contact with you. 

“Already sorted them out,” you say pointedly, sliding a little bag across the table, “don’t take them all at once, that would be a pity.”

He sneers at you then stands up, hobbling towards the door, “Han. Now.” 

Jisung closes the refrigerator he was about to descend upon and scurries over, “Shit, okay.” 

You watch as the two of them disappear and close the door. You can feel Minho and Hyunjin staring you down. 

“Did he say something to you again? Because if so we can drag his ass back in here and set it straight,” Minho asks. 

“No,” you shake your head and sit down, “No, he just knows something that you don’t,” you look up at him, terrified of how the next few minutes will play out. Wondering if you shouldn’t bring it up right now, but knowing you’ve said too much not to at this point. 

“What would that be?” Minho frowns. 

“I found out today…” your voice waivers which only seems to concern both men more. 

“Found what out, sweetheart?” Hyunjin sits next to you, his fingers caressing your forearm. 

You pick a spot on the table to look at, because you can’t bring yourself to look at either of them, “I’m pregnant.” 

Silence. Well, the only sound is Minho pulling out the other dining chair for himself, probably so he doesn’t collapse where he stands. 

The three of you sit there for several moments in just total and complete silence. The hum of the ceiling fan sounding more and more like nails on a chalkboard with every passing second. 

“What do you want to do, baby?” it’s Hyunjin that speaks first, and you can tell that he is trying to keep any emotion from his expression, but you can’t tell if he’s hiding a reaction that’s good or bad. 

“I want,” you exhale slowly, “I am going to be a mother, I will not abort this pregnancy, I do not want to talk about adoption. I will not discuss either, and I don’t want to hear it.” 

At this Minho stiffens, his face contorting into something between disgust and hurt, “___, baby, I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want…we…Hyunjin and I…” he stops talking and chuckles. 

“How do we want to do this?” he looks at you and Hyunjin. You know what he’s really asking is  what the fuck is the plan on raising a baby with three parents? but you also don’t have an answer to that. 

“Let’s please not worry or talk about that right now,” you laugh painfully, “I can’t deal with that part right now. Obviously one of you…you know…impregnated me,” you clear your throat, “but there’s no way for me to know who at this point, not without a DNA test and honestly…I love both of you so I just don’t think I want to know, does that make sense?” 

“Makes sense to me,” Hyunjin smiles and effectively ends that part of the discussion, “We’re having a baby?” his voice drips with elation and every muscle in your body relaxes. 

You nod, happy tears brimming your lids, “Yes.” 

“We’re having a baby,” Minho laughs, and you’re surprised to see tears in his eyes as well.

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“You know,” you sit at the bathroom vanity applying your moisturizer when Minho steps out of the shower, “I was terrified to tell you.” 

“Me specifically?” he points to his naked chest. 

“Honestly? Yes…” 

Minho nods and gnaws at his lip, “I guess I deserve that, but I promised you I’d never give you another reason to be scared of me, and I meant it - you never have to be scared of me baby.” 

“I wasn’t scared that you’d be mad at me, I don’t think, I guess I just thought you’d be upset at the idea of having a child. We are not a traditional couple in any way shape or form, so we’ve not really talked about traditional things, like marriage or babies or futures. I didn’t know what you wanted for your life, I still don’t I suppose,” you explain. 

He sits next to you on the bench, “Seola…” his voice cracks at the mention of his late wife's name, “she wanted children, she wanted to be a mother,” he covers his mouth with his hand and squeezes his eyes shut, tears roll down his cheeks and you throw your arms around him. 

“I am so sorry,” you sob with him, “I’m so sorry you lost her, lost your life with her, a future with her. Minho, I’m so sorry.”  

He cries into the small of your neck for a moment before taking a deep breath and righting himself. 

“When the words first came out of your mouth, I felt so guilty, because all I could think about was how she was robbed of that moment, that moment she would get to tell me she was pregnant, but I was so happy anyway, happy without her - it doesn’t seem fair, or right.” 

“It’s not,” you cup his face, “It is not fair.” 

“I was always undecided,” he sniffs, “Part of me, of course, adores the thought of having a son or daughter to raise, to love, someone who can become my whole world and someone to leave a legacy to but then I look around, at the guns, at the murder - is that really what I want to leave anyone with, let alone someone I love so much? Which actually,” he sighs,  “Actually that brings me to something I’ve been thinking about the past couple hours.” 

“What?” 

“I own lots of properties, here in the city and surrounding areas primarily, some are safe houses, some are renters for additional income, but there’s one property, one that absolutely no other soul on Earth knows I own, it’s a last resort - my ‘absolutely have exhausted all options and efforts’ backup - located in Applecross, Scotland,-” 

“Scotland?” you snort, “That is the most random thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever once heard you utter the word Scotland,” you chuckle. 

“There’s a reason for that, and now you’re the only other person who knows I own a house there,” he says, an uneasy expression on his face. 

“Why are you telling me?” 

“Because I want you to go there, you can take Hyunjin with you if you want, and when all this shit is over I’ll come join you - we can have the baby there, and someday when the dust settles we can come back here, but you’ll be safer-” 

“No,” you shake your head. 

“You won’t even hear me out?” he argues. 

“No, I won’t, I’m not going anywhere, not without you, I won’t,” you look at him, fighting back tears. 

“But you’ll be safe there,” he continues. 

“Physically? Maybe, but my heart will break if I can’t see you, if I don’t know what’s happening here, happening to you. I will spend every moment miserable and I don’t want it,” you tell him seriously. “No. I will not go.” 

“Fine, okay,” he nods, pushing his wet hair back out of his face. “I’m not going to argue with the mother of my child,” he smirks, “but promise me that you’ll think about it, it really is a lovely location - a little foggy - but if things get too heated here, please remember what I’ve said.” 

“I will keep it in the back of my mind, but I’m not going anywhere without you,” you lean over and kiss his lips. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, “I love you so much.” His hand finds purchase on your stomach, his fingers fanning out across, “I’m so happy for us.” 

Hyunjin is relaxed on a chair, doodling in his sketchbook when you and Minho emerge from the master bath. 

You frown, “Why are you not in your pajamas? Are you working tonight…again?” 

Hyunjin sets the book down, “I am. Changbin, Felix and I have a meeting with one of Parks guys, they have some intel on the storehouse Jeongin and Seungmin scouted. Park has dabbled in Taehyungs heroin deals in the past, he’s had guys in the building, we’re going to try and map it out so we know exactly where we’re going  the night it all goes down,” he explains with a yawn. 

“You’re all so tired,” you shake your head, “I worry about your clarity.” 

“Don’t worry baby,” he scoots to the edge of the chair, nuzzling his nose against your belly, “Tonight will be friendly, we’ll play cards and smoke and talk, I’ll try to draw out a map based on the information, no danger, promise.” 

“When do you have to leave?” you ask, glancing at the wall clock, just after 10:30pm. 

“Hmm, probably around midnight, that’s usually when they all meet up at their little club house,” he chuckles, “Why?” 

You grin, biting at your lip as you pull the ribbon on your bathrobe, slowly exposing your nudity underneath. 

“I have been insatiably horny the past few days, I guess I know why now,” you giggle, “unfortunately the horniness seems to be constantly competing with unimaginable nausea, but as of this moment, guess who isn’t nauseous?” 

Minho licks his lips and stands behind you, tugging at the opening of the robe, helping it fall gently down your shoulders and arms. 

Hyunjin smiles, dropping to his knees and lifting one of your legs up to rest on the chair he was previously sat on, “I can’t imagine what you’re going through baby,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over the flesh of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps. 

“Let’s take special care of our girl,” Minho says, his lips on the shell of your ear, his delicate fingers gently massaging your breasts. 

“I like the sound of that,” you chuckle. 

Hyunjin uses his fingers to spread you open, placing a gentle kiss against your clit and your head rolls back, resting on Minhos shoulder as you let out a soft breath. 

“Fuck,” Minhos voice is raspy and dark in your ear, “I love watching him eat you out, it’s so fucking hot.”

“Mmm,” is all you can muster as an agreement. 

Hyunjin is being soft tonight, delicate, savoring. You can feel yourself practically dripping around his tongue, his lips. Your eyes close, the sound of his soft kisses and wet licks consuming you, your need to orgasm so heavy that it aches. It’s his little whimper into your pussy that pushes you over the edge, poor Minho takes the brunt of your full weight as you dig your fingers into Hyunjins scalp, riding out your high on his face. 

Hyunjin stands, pressing himself, with his hard erection against your front, capturing your mouth with his sopping wet lips. You can feel Minho stroking your hair, his cock pressed against your backside. You turn around to face him, gently pushing him back onto the bed behind. 

He shimmies out of his pants before scooting back onto the pillows as you crawl over him, dipping your head down to kiss trails up his thighs. His hard length throbbing, tip dark and waiting eagerly for relief. You spit, his eyes widening as he watches your saliva drip down his shaft before you take it into your fist and pump, causing his head to fall back onto the pillows while you work him slowly. 

Meanwhile, you feel Hyunjin behind you, his hips rutting against your backside, seeking permission to fill you from behind, which you’re more than happy to give. 

“Hard or soft baby?” Hyunjin rasps, straining against you. 

“Soft and slow, and deep,” you reply. You sink your mouth onto Minhos cock as Hyunjin pushes into you, inciting a collective moan from each of you simultaneously. 

If someone had asked you where you thought you’d end up when you agreed to work for Lee Minho, you could’ve given so many answers. I’ll end up rich. I’ll end up in jail. I’ll end up living comfortably for the first time in my life. I’ll end up dead. The list of possible answers was long. However, I’ll end up in a state of complete euphoric pleasure, wedged between two men I love, one of which being the biological father to my unborn child, was never, ever something you’d think of, or even dream up for that matter. 

You barely register Hyunjin groggily getting out of the bed to retreat to the bathroom for a quick wash before venturing off to map out drug houses and smoke cigarettes over cards. The warmth of Minhos body has you cocooned in a heavy blanket of peacefulness, his fingers gently scratching against your scalp. Your eyes are so heavy you don’t even attempt to open them. If you could bottle this moment, retreat back to it anytime you feel afraid or anxious, you would do it in a heartbeat. 

“Love you guys,” you hear Hyunjin whisper as he heads out the bedroom door. 

“Love you too,” Minho responds for the both of you, you’re too tired to speak, but you drift off with a smile on your lips. 

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

You sleep late and wake up feeling better than you have in several days, though the nausea is there, bubbling under the surface. You decide to make some lemon ginger tea, and get up to do just that. You’ve got things to do today, like try and find an OBGYN who doesn’t know who you are for starters. You plan to set up a space in the kitchen to do some investigating over your tea.

In your kitchen however, sits Hyunjin, Minho, Felix and Changbin, all looking smug and happy with themselves. 

“Did I miss something?” you wonder as you retrieve the items you need for the tea. 

“Parks guy was more than helpful,” Hyunjin smiles, “He had pictures of the warehouse on his phone, we’ve got everything. Room by room.” 

“That’s good?”

Minho grins, “It’s great baby. Not only are we going to get my fucking guns back, but I’m going to burn his shit to the ground, every ounce of Heroin he’s got is going to go up in flames. Let’s try and watch him replace that.” 

“What happens after that?” you ask, a nervous feeling in your stomach. 

“What happens after that is this shit between Kim Taehyung and I ends, for good.”

Endnotes:

This is an extremely trying and scary time for women right now, and I want to make it very clear that I am 100% Pro-Choice 100% of the time. For the sake of this story, my OC is choosing to continue her pregnancy, but there is no deeper meaning or message that I'm trying to send by writing it that way, and given the current state of things, I personally needed people reading this to know that.

This is a shorter chapter because for me this is a very transitional chapter as we prepare to dive a little deeper into the heavier criminal aspects of the story. I wanted to obvs confirm OC's pregnancy since I left Ch. 6 off with a very "is she/isn't she?" type deal. I also wanted to establish Minho and Hyunjins attitude about it all. Some of you may have anticipated our Minho to go completely off the deep end, but in the end, I just didn't want him to be like that. Anyway, now that I've rambled, as usual here's your virtual smooch and I'll tag my beautiful taglist besties in the replies bc that is so much easier for me. Thanks for being kind and patient while I went through my little dark period. 🫂💜

[katieraven]

the smut you write girl damn. it feels so natural, it just flows, if that makes sense?

i love this calm little chapter so much you dont even know BUT it does feel like the calm before the storm kind of thing. i am ✨worried✨

apart from that tho, i love the seungmin banter so much i mean

“What I really think is you should shut your mouth, because you have absolutely zero fucking opinions that matter regarding this, do you want to try me Kim Seungmin? I dare you.” “No ma’am.” “Good then.”

this is HILARIOUS

and i love their reaction just so much?? it feels so reassuring, in a way, to have this be so ... undramatic. especially since pregnancies are a little extra scary right now

i am so excited for the rest, i cant wait to see what happens!

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

hi.. so this video makes me want to die. are you joking!? the way he MOVES. and look at his hair 😭😭 and his arm wrapping around his middle. and his NOSE. and literally everything else about him.

im a crumpled mess on the floor. christopher pls stomp on me. (but tell me that i did a good job after you do it pls.)