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Pairing: Poly 0t8 Ateez x fem reader
AU: Mafia/detective
Genre: action, romance, thriller?
Ongoing Word Count: 3,507
Summary: After 3 months since agreeing to join them fully, you had buried yourself into work to make up for how less you have been feeling since the traumatic incident. However, crime does not stop so you can properly heal, nor is it a burden you have to face alone. Eight is now nine, a lesson to be learned while also fighting for everything you believe in, and learning to believe in something new.
General Warnings: 18+, member x member smut content and side ships, poly dynamics, lots of gay, kidnapping, killing minor characters, some members showing sadistic sides. Reader is recovering from a huge trauma so there will be light triggers, panic attacks, etc. General dark themes like stalking, killing, kidnapping, cnc, blood play, and a criminal world that condones human trafficking, r@pe, child slavery, and more. Smut warnings on the chapters that have them.
About "Reader": For the sake of the story Reader is physically fit and professionally trained as a detective. There are some personality traits that are more based on the backstory of reader and so forth so I understand that it isn't entirely "reader insert". I try to avoid using y/n completely, thus the pet names. Reader is Fem for plot purposes however, reader's height, skin, weight, hair and eye color are left as vague as possible so you may picture her as yourself. Otherwise you can read it like an oc and picture your version of a femme fatale badass.
Author's Note: I would like to note that the city this all takes place in is fictional, same with the country. Like Gotham or something similar. I know nothing about being a detective or undercover work aside from what i've seen in dramas. The world, characters, and actions are completely fictional and do not reflect on any of the idols used in this fic! edited in: All idols are aged up to be in their later twenties to early thirties for the time period to make sense (they didnt just become this influential after a few years but a decade). There will also be chapters that are backstory and will most likely be before MC arrived.
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By some grace of the God's Wooyoung didn't look at you or speak on the way back to the car. But once the doors were shut and the screen was turned on you didn't think you were going to get any more luck in that department.
“So…” You say at the same time as Wooyoung, ignoring the three men now on the screen.
Determined to speak first, you turned, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. “Your mother?!” Your upper lip was pulled back in a snarl.
Wooyoung looked about ready to piss himself. “Well- you see-” He glanced over at the screen but you tightened your hold on him. “You’re the one who let her get you off! Before me!! That was my mom!!”
You scoffed, ignoring a few sounds of surprise from the screen and the heat rising up your neck. “That’s beside the point.”
“No no, that is the point, somewhat.” Yeosang spoke up meekly. You were so shocked by the statement you glanced at the screen.
He was sitting in his chair, slumped back, with Hongjoong and Seonghwa leaning over his shoulders. They looked rather amused, both with a much darker look in their eyes you couldn’t place through the small screen. But Yeosang’s was far too obvious. The flush of his cheeks, the pout on his lips, the way he squirmed in his seat. He was either really nervous, or really excited.
The fact it was the latter, which you had no doubt in your mind, just short-circuited your brain. Didn’t he dislike you just the other day? First calling you sweetheart and now clearly flustered by what had gone on with Haru?
Were the other two? You glanced back at them both, Wooyoung taking this as an opportunity to slip out of your grasp a bit as you were leaning over the center console anyways to hold onto him. Realizing they had your attention now, Hongjoong tilted his head expectantly while Seonghwa’s expression quickly shifted his walls back up.
“Well… what was that about then? You have a pretty obvious hickey Firecracker.” He prompted, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “And I don’t think it was one of us who left it there unfortunately.”
“Unfor- Captain!” You all but shrieked out, leaning back in your seat and running your hand down your face. "My God I’m surrounded by horndogs.”
“Says the one who just got off with someone’s Mom!” Wooyoung huffed out, pouting in his own seat.
You gawked over at him, lifting a brow in disbelief. “Is it really that hard to wrap your head around?”
He puffed his cheeks out and his bottom lip, muttering in a whine “Should’ve been me. I would’ve called you Mommy all you want. Why don’t you want to use me? Sit on my face, break my cock with your pretty pussy, just something.” His words grew more desperate, ending on a pleading tone as he turned back to you.
Somehow you didn’t think it was just sex he was asking for. “Wooyoung-”
“Will you two just fuck already? I can taste the sexual tension from here.” Seonghwa interrupted as he stood up. A quick glance was perfectly timed to see him adjusting his pants. Oh that was interesting.
But it also made you want to run for the hills.
You had the attention of four men on you, and now the knowledge that every single one of them wanted you to some extent. It was… perhaps a little difficult to fully wrap your head around that and the way your body reacted.
“I’ve been trying Hwa, but she keeps denying me. Don’t get why she can ride Mingi’s dick multiple times but won’t ride my face.” He puffed out, relaxing more now that your full attention wasn’t on him.
Big mistake on his part.
You reached over and grabbed him by the underside of the jaw, turning him to face your stormy expression. “Do you want to say that again?”
“Oh-”
“Fuck that’s hot-”
And groans were all heard from the screen while Wooyoung was pliant in your grip. His mouth still had a mind of its own apparently.
“I don’t get why you can fuck Mingi, let San get you off, let my own mother get you off, but not me.” There was something to his words that hit a little deep, striking a cord with a part of you that kept buried deep and bringing it to the surface.
”Why am I not good enough?”
How many times have you asked that of yourself? When it came to your old unit? When it came to your own father’s legacy?
Your grip loosened a bit on his jaw, just for his hand to shoot up and hold it there, brow pushed together pleadingly. “Please Goddess. Why not me?”
Something about his expression had you snapping, gripping his chin tighter and yanking him forward just as you leaned in and crashed your lips to his. Tilting your mouth to get more of him you felt a groaning mess in your underwear at the pure pornographic moan that you ate right up.
He reached for you but you grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down to hold him still, lips meeting his own desperation until you were reminded that you had an audience. The idea of ruining him in front of the others crossed your mind as you pulled away, but you didn’t act on it.
Whatever compelled you to kiss him didn’t sit right with having the others watch… not yet.
Though the fact they had all leaned into the screen with a mixture of lust and desire in varying degrees on their faces did have you throbbing even more between your legs. Not as much as Wooyoung’s blissed out wide grin, or the way he now palmed at the obvious tent in his pants as you let him go.
So much for keeping things professional. What were these men doing to you?
Clearing your throat, you shifted back in your seat and exhaled slowly to regain some composure. “If you answer my questions I’ll let you have a taste.”
“Yes, that's my mother.” Wooyoung immediately let slip from his lips while there were protests on the screen. “Oh well, too bad you can’t do anything about it.” He stuck his tongue out and immediately turned off the screen. He started up the car a second later, driving away from the curb before you could buckle up. “Anyways, yeah, she’s been running the Pink Boa’s most of my life. I grew up surrounded by it, and was a runner when I was a teen, among other things. She’s worked hard to make sure I stayed an unofficial part.”
That… made a lot of sense actually. How he was always undercover, how his connections seemed to be much more than a simple cop could make. He used his connections from before, as well as his mother’s connections. You bet if you looked him up, the name Jung Wooyoung would not pop up in any detective base.
He was their ace in the hole, and the realization had you appreciating him even more. And questioning why he was giving up this information just for the taste of your cunt.
“I see, so that’s how you got San into the Green Vipers pretty well? You already have some street cred.” You nodded matter-of-factly, glancing down when his hand found it’s way on your thigh. “Wooyoung? I didn’t say-”
“I answered your question. Ask another.” He hummed out, pulling around a corner. You didn’t know where he was taking you, but it didn’t matter at the moment.
Sighing, you mulled over what more you wanted to know, especially since he was so willing to answer them. “Why is that Golden Circle bouncer there to watch her? She works for them right? And if she’s been running it for so long… why would they need to watch her?”
Yet as you looked over at Wooyoung, the knowing smirk on his features, you knew why. And he also knew you figured it out. “Everything was fine until a couple years ago. And truthfully that’s my fault.” He answered instead, slipping his hand up your leg further since you technically weren’t stopping him.
“How is it your fault? For becoming a detective?” Of course the information he got from his mother and the Pink Boa’s being used in police investigations would cause suspicion. Respect bloomed in your chest for both Wooyoung and his mother. Him for taking such a career despite everything and Haru for helping him and protecting him still.
Especially if one wrong move would cost her life, his, and potentially the whole unit.
How deep their connections justified some of the other questionable things but there was still so much that didn’t sit right with you.
Like the way Wooyoung’s expression twisted, glancing at you with such obvious guilt you realized that wasn’t the case at all. What if he wasn’t a detective at all?
“Wooyoung…” Your tone was dangerously low, the warning obvious there.
He immediately flinched, moving to pull his hand from your thigh. You grabbed his wrist again, careful not to have him swerve into oncoming traffic or into a building. “Listen, about that-” He had enough sense to pull into a parking garage, parking a moment later before turning off the car and continuing. “I never went through the correct channels for that.”
You scoffed at his admission. “Well no duh, I figured as much. You have a history. And with your mother being the head of the Pink Boa’s?” You stared at him with a frown, urging him to continue.
He looked rather perplexed. “It… doesn’t bother you?”
You scoffed again, unbuckling and shifting a bit in your seat. “No. I… Well, it’s clear that the city is far more illegally run than I thought. Some of the companies you pointed out, the absolutely terrifying numbers of the red wolves who sex traffic. The fighting rings. The drug distribution.” Biting down on your lip, you opened your legs a bit more, fingers working on the button of your shorts. “To be honest Wooyoung, knowing the law enforcement is as corrupt as it is pisses me off. I want things done. I don’t want to see any more dead kids on the streets, or the bastards who put their bodies there, running free.”
Wooyoung was practically salivating as he watched you undo your shorts. “I don’t either. Don’t like it. Don't like the things my Mom had to do just to get by, that I had to do.” He shifted quickly, reaching over but pausing his fingers on the hem of your shorts. “Can I now? Please please tell me that I can have a taste now. Promise to make you feel good. You can call me Mommy if you want. Call me anything you want, Goddess.”
He was so eager to do so it flustered you a bit, heat running up your neck and the tips of your ears. You couldn’t think of any other questions at the moment you thought you could get him to answer, since they didn’t concern just him, so you nodded. His features lit up as he quickly yanked your shorts down and groaned at the sight of your wet panties. “Oh fuck yes.” He didn’t even let you move into a more comfortable position before his lips were against the wet spot on your underwear and he was sucking.
Sucking in a breath through your teeth you gripped at his hair. “W-wooyoung not like- oh.” Your head fell back against the window as he sucked on your clit through the fabric, vibrating your nerves with a moan of his own.
There was just no way he was going to be able to get you off like this however, so you pushed at his head until he reluctantly stopped sucking and let you. Before you got a word out, he was pulling your panties off. “Sit normally, seat all the way back and lean the seat back. Now please.” The urgency in his tone had more slick coating your folds.
So you were quick to oblige while he shifted as well, holding onto your panties for a moment before he set them blatantly on the headrest of the driver seat. You scoffed, but didn’t comment on it as you leaned the passenger seat back as far as it would go. He climbed onto the floor in front of you, flinging your left leg over the console and pushing you up the seat more to give him more access.
“Fuck I could stare at it every day.” He murmured, running his fingers up your inner thighs, noticing some fading hickies and bite marks. Something clouded his expression for a moment, you guessed jealousy since he had shown it earlier and here was proof of Mingi all over again. “You have no idea how much we want to worship you.” He breathed more to himself before his fingers slipped up through your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips.
The moan he let out as his eyes rolled back into his head just had your walls clenching, wanting to be filled. “Woo-”
“Call me something else Goddess.” He demanded breathlessly before leaning in, running the flat of his tongue over your lips to gather more and more of your juices. “Don’t want to be a just coworker to you.”
His words had your mind reeling, just as his lips on your bare clit had electricity shooting up your spine. You’ve barely talked to him, spent what, three days in total in his presence? So what did he mean by that? Today was the first day you actually got to talk with him- yet it’s ending with his mouth on your cunt.
The attraction he felt for you was such a force to be reckoned with and you couldn’t deny that you felt it too. That you had wanted this since the first time you saw him. That with every word out of his mouth you liked him more and more.
Was this just sexual or more than that? That was the million dollar question. One of them at least.
Not that you had time to ponder when he was now working at your pussy with such a hunger it took your breath away. Slipping a hand into his hair, the least you could do was indulge him. “That’s it, such a good boy. So hungry for me aren’t you?” Your voice dropped into a more sultry tone, the pleasure ringing in each word.
He seemed to like that, a pleased rumble leaving his lips as his tongue delve deep between your lips, rubbing his nose against your clit while his hands now dug into your thighs to keep you from squirming too much. Instead you just tucked harder on his hair, pulling him closer as your pants became soft whines.
Wooyoung knew how to use his tongue, teasing you with perfect precision just like his mother had. Apparently sexual prowess was passed down from generation to generation.
“Fuck-” He mumbled against your folds, switching back to press his tongue against your bundle of nerves and add just the right amount of pressure. “Taste so good. So fucking good. Could cum just from the taste of you. Could get addicted.”
“T-then don’t stop” you moaned out, tugging him closer as you lifted your hips a bit, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop. The heat coursing through your body or the little shocks that made your toes want to curl in your heels. “M-more baby.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, Goddess. Worship you. Make you my religion.” He was back to tongue fucking your cunt, hands ghosting over your flesh as he rubbed up and down your thighs, softly kneading them then much more harshly. You were dripping all over his seat the more he worked on you, making it harder to contain your moans especially as you felt heat pool in your lower stomach.
Glancing down your moan turned into a high-pitched whine as you met his eyes, realizing he had been watching your expressions this whole time as he suffocated himself in your pussy. You felt him grin, slipping his arms around under your legs, then pulled you closer as he ate you out with new found fervor.
Awestruck by the sight of him, you forgot to give him warning before you were coming, head falling back as you arched, crying out for him as you soaked his mouth to a whole new degree. He moaned as it hit his tongue, lapping at your juices as if it would be a crime to let a single drop escape his mouth. It probably was in his mind, a crime to do so.
You had to tug his mouth away at the constant stimulation to your clit even after your high had passed. He obliged, now pressing kisses to your thighs: in particular the leftover marks from Mingi. “Really could live off your pussy. Just drinking you in. I’d sell you any secrets just to feel it clenching down on my cock. Better yet to have you use me like a toy. Can I be your toy, my Goddess?” He kissed up your thigh and leaned up to kiss you, sharing the taste of your arousal.
Lazily you kissed him back, a bit too at ease in the seat now. You were sure you’d let him fuck you for free, let him do it right now, maybe outside against the car in the very public garage.
It was someone clearing their throat that snapped you back to reality, especially since it wasn’t Wooyoung and it came from inside the car. You pulled away sharply, turning to look, while Wooyoung oddly let his head fall to your shoulder with a groan of defeat.
The screen was back on, the three of them still there and they were quite the sight. Hongjoong was closest to the screen, licking his fingers that still had some cum on them while Yeosang was sagged in his seat looking as blissfully fucked out as you did. You couldn’t tell whose cum Hongjoong was licking off, since Seonghwa was in the back, fixing his pants and clothes in disarray, but frankly it didn’t matter.
Not when Hongjoong stated, “you forgot to turn the camera off.”
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You knew just how dark the underbelly of the city was from your extensive research and the cases you dealt with back in SK, but this still had your stomach churning in disgust. In particular, what you knew about the Red Wolves.
The number of times for the rest of Wooyoung’s ‘tour’ that he had to warn you to stay away from anyone with red studs in their ears that looked like fangs. Red bandana’s or a choker were signs of Red Wolf property and when dusk hit, you saw a frightening amount of people with such indicators.
The idea of being trafficked by them opposed to dying by your new unit’s hands no longer had any appeal; you'd rather take your chances with the two in the car with you.
“While the wolves are the most ruthless, and open about their organization from the main three, we really haven’t made a dent against them. Arrest one member, two more pop up. Free one from their clutches, two end up dead.” Wooyoung was solemn for once, a look in his eyes that spoke of a man you weren’t familiar with. One who was much deeper than just the flirt you thought he was. Perhaps that was the detective in him? Or deeper than that, the real vulnerable man underneath.
It had you conflicted, but just as that glimpse had appeared, it was gone, replaced with his charming half smirk once more. “Anyways, ready?”
Your brows twisted together. “For what?” You looked around, the car parked and Yeosang slurping on some noodles at his desk oblivious to the conversation. You were back downtown in the Pink Boa category, in front of the club that Wooyoung had told you about earlier. Two prostitutes walked across the street and slipped between the car you were in and the one in front of you, pink gemmed chains around each of their waists: Boa’s.
The two women were immediately approached by three men who had red fang studs in their ears, the men that Wooyoung had just been talking about. The warnings of the Red wolves were ringing in your head as Wooyoung was talking about something that wasn’t registering, only because one of the creeps grabbed at the women.
No one else was batting an eye, but you were out of the car before you even realized it, anger surging through you at the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Yo! Hands off buddy!”
Vaguely you heard Wooyoung curse out behind you, but he didn’t get to stop you before you had fully situated yourself between the Boa’s and the wolves, chest to chest with the man who’s wrist was now in your grip just as he had grabbed the woman behind you.
The man certainly didn’t mind, eyes flickering down to your low cleavage and smirking in a way that made your skin crawl. “Are you offering yourself in exchange then, slut?”
You snarled your lip back, pushing him by the wrist to get him away from you. “Fuck off, they’re on my time right now.” You lied through your teeth, hands placed on your hips as you jutted out your chin a bit intimidatingly.
It did get the three men to hesitate, especially when you felt an arm wrap around each of yours. “I told you we weren’t available.” The woman on your right goaded, running her nails up your bicep. You could feel her stare on your features, but you didn’t tear your eyes from the men.
The man on the far left swallowed hard, but not with fear. “How much to watch then?”
“How much to get lost?” You countered instantly, pulling out your wallet for the cash you kept on you. You didn’t have much but you were in too deep to back out now.
Mr. Handsy sneered at your gesture. “Forget it. Come on, we can find more willing prey elsewhere.” He flicked his fingers and turned on his heel, giving you one last look over before scoffing and walking away.
As soon as they were out of ear shot the two girls started squealing. “God that was hot babes.”
“I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if some other sleaze tried to step in.” The other added on, both kissing your cheek before giving you a slight tug closer. “Want to get a room with us? So we can show our gratitude? Free of charge babes, haven’t gotten to share a pretty woman in so long.”
While you certainly appreciated their gratitude, you weren’t oblivious to the way they touched you, light but with clear intentions. It was almost purely sexual until you noticed the way they tried to coax the wallet out of your hand.
Wooyoung pulled you back against him, arm around your waist that was tighter than you expected. “Sorry girls, this one is here to see Madam.”
“Oh it’s Mito.” The first one huffed, suddenly disinterested.
“Boo, that means she’s not on the market.” The smaller, curvier one pouted as she crossed her arms to pout even cuter.
Wooyoung smiled over your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye it almost looked strained. “Yes yes, sorry. We’ll be heading in now.” He pulled you back some more than turned you so his arm was around your lower back but his grip was just as tight as before. He leaned into your ear once you were halfway across the street. “What the fuck was that?”
Oh, he was angry with you.
With a huff, you tried not to let it get to you, keeping your head high. “I couldn’t just watch-”
“Yes you fucking can and you will. This is downtown, have all my warnings gone out your fucking ears?”
You didn’t like his tone, nor the way he was gripping you so tightly, but you waited until you were across the street before pulling away and glaring at him. “I will not, Mito, just sit by and watch. Whether it was my job, no matter my career or place, I won’t. I won’t stand for it.” You snarled out, staring him down unwaveringly.
He broke first, shutting his eyes for a brief moment before smiling down at you. “We’ll talk about this later. You really have no idea how it runs, what flies down here, how to play the game-”
“Then teach me, but know that I will not follow rules I don’t like. If that includes watching a woman, no matter her affiliation or career, get harassed to the point fear is obvious, I will not.” You stepped back even more taking note his anger seemed to have passed, or at least wasn’t at the forefront.
No, he seemed almost… elated as he stepped closer and grabbed your hip, pulling you flat against him, lips close enough it would be so easy to close the distance and kiss.
“Then would you go against the rules and laws to protect someone in that sense? Someone who lives here, who works the corner, who has blood on their hands if they’re in trouble and you see it?” He whispered against your cheek, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, teasing your skin he exposed.
“Wooyoung-” Yeosang’s voice warned in both of your ears before you had a chance to reply.
With a huff he pulled away, now grabbing your hand. “Come on, you have a job interview.” He was pouty as he pulled you into the night club, past the bouncer who nodded at him. It wasn’t lost on you how you two skipped the line without a single word, like he worked here or something.
Or something was probably more accurate, every working girl smiled or giggled at him as you both passed. A dance floor to the right takes up over half the club, with booths along the wall and a large bar to your left run by three people with a dancer on a small stage on either side. You could make out kitchen doors behind one of the dancers in clubbing attire, but it was quickly pushed out of sight as you headed up secluded stairs to a second floor.
While the dancefloor was mostly exposed from this floor, due to the waist high thick railing the activities up here were much more secluded; that included the private booths that lined the walls above the floor, just out of sight. The bouncers didn’t stop Wooyoung from pulling you to the right, away from the open area and clubbing below, to a hall that had a sign hanging above reading “employees only”.
Since you missed his explanation, you could sort of hear Yeosang in your ear repeating the plan. “You’ll be meeting the madam of the club for a position as a bartender or waitress, but don’t accept anything for dancing. You should do well enough but also remember not to freak out at the customers.” The rest of his warnings fell on deaf ears as you stepped around a corner in the hall where another bouncer was, this one stopping you both by holding up his hand.
You immediately took notice of the gold chain on his wrist with three rings for a charm. A sign of the Golden circle. It made sense that at least one of the workers here would be one, considering the Pink Boas were their subgroup. But something also felt so out of place of once single Golden Circle this far from the rest of the business of the club.
Not that you had time to dwell on it.
Wooyoung didn’t speak to the bouncer, giving him only a moment to step aside before he took you forward. You passed a few doors with odd symbols, stopping in front of a door with a golden snake in a circle, the one eye of it a pink topaz that felt almost like a warning. And in a way, it was.
He had brought you right to the head of the Pink Boas.
You swallowed hard, trying not to let the sudden onslaught of nerves show. This was not the head of one of the six, but a subgroup, one that was all female and probably the least intimidating group to come face to face with.
Wooyoung smiled over at you, brushing your hand with his own. “Don’t worry Goddess, you’ll do fine. When in doubt, do what I do or Yeosang says.”
You rolled your eyes. “Because that’s going to get me the job.” You laid the sarcasm on heavy, getting a dry chuckle out of him before he knocked in an odd rhythm. Three times, pause, then once, another pause, then two more times.
The door opened almost instantly, an older woman with a stone expression standing on the other side. You had a moment to admire the perfection of her makeup, the subtle extravagance of her outfit, and the way she carried herself all before she was turning her back to you both and stepping further inside.
Wooyoung motioned for you to go first, stepping in behind you and letting the door shut behind him. The cool demeanor of the woman shifted immediately as she swirled on her heel and was now beaming at you, hands clasped in front of her. “Oh I’m so happy to finally meet you!”
You were shell-shocked before you were pulled into a hug, the flowery scent of her perfume an undertone to something more earthy, but not unpleasant. Almost homey which was an odd thing to think of a woman who ran a sub-mafia family. But not as odd as the fact she was hugging you so tightly.
Glancing at Wooyoung in a panic, he laughed and gently pried each other apart. “Easy easy, I told you not to do that!”
“But you would not stop talking about her! I was really excited alright?” The woman pouted as she smoothed out your clothes, a twinkle in her eye. “We’ll have to get you into something less gaudy for your job here. Wooyo tells me you have bar experience?”
“Wha-”
“Wooyoung, how much did you tell her?” Yeosang sounded exasperated in your ear, but you were still lost.
Wooyoung shrunk away from your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t help it, Sang- not when it’s…” He trailed off but you weren’t going to wait for him to clarify.
“I’m sorry but can someone fill me in? You’re the head of the Boa’s right? The symbol was a dead give away. I thought this was a job interview.”
The woman laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear before and noticing the ear piece. “You can call me Haru, and this is a job interview. Wooyo already filled me in, and I promise you will come to no harm here.”
Your brow furrowed in even more confusion before it fully hit. “Oh- I see. That… is not what I expected. Are you really?” You chose your words carefully, hoping she would catch on.
“Whatever you are thinking, yes. He can explain later I’m sure. He referred to you as Goddess but I don’t think that will be a good cover here. How about Dalnim? You’ll be referred to as Dal by the other workers.” She explained before sitting against the edge of her desk. “I don’t care what you see here and what you tell him, but the one thing I do care about is that if it’s concerning my girls you inform me first. Understand?”
“I- hold up. Hold the fuck up.” You had to put your hands up, turning on your heel to start pacing, nibbling on your thumb. “Explain.” You spoke to Yeosang in your ear, but Wooyoung opened his mouth to do so. You pointed a finger at him, a stern glare on your features. “You shut up, I’ll deal with you later.”
Yeosang was silent for a moment, you could tell from the fact you heard no sound what-so-ever he probably had himself muted. You heard a click a moment later, and it wasn’t Yeosang’s voice that spoke.
“Sorry about this Firecracker, are you going to back out?” Hongjoong’s voice rumbled in your ear and you stiffened in your spot, breath hitching a bit.
“Captain- are we really going to-” Yeosang was pleading in the background, and someone else was there.
You glanced at Wooyoung for a moment, his eyes on the floor. Where did his confidence go? He looked nervous, and not just from a scolding from his Captain. Haru was staring you down with a look of curiosity that seemed familiar, but it was when she grinned that you realized something else.
She resembled Wooyoung quite a bit, like a softer, more mature version. She laughed when she saw it click on your features, a nod giving you the confirmation.
This was, by far, so much deeper than you ever thought. But your earlier suspicion had also been confirmed: She knew you were a detective, she knew Wooyoung was, and she was setting you up and giving you permission to use this position as a way to gather information.
Wooyoung was providing you the perfect undercover, with someone he clearly trusted with his life.
“No, I’m not backing out.” The words escaped you the moment you made up your mind, announcing to those present and those not. “So this position, I’m just bartending right? Starting simple? I can do that.” You straightened your shoulders, regaining your confidence.
Haru smiled wider, clapping her hands together. “Oh Wooyoung was right, you are such a smart woman. Capable too. Yes, that is the case. I can give you more details on your first day, but first… I need to make sure you leave here safely.”
She waved at Wooyoung dismissively, pointing towards the door as she stepped over to you. The way she moved was captivating, her whole demeanor becoming seductive, predatory even, like a snake coiling back to attack it’s prey. Her tongue even ran over her vibrant pink lips as if to taste the air.
Her hand was on your neck the second the door was shut. “Now that I have you alone, almost, let me give you the real welcome.” She pulled the earpiece out of your ear and slipped it into your pocket while she swiveled you towards the desk.
While you knew, logically, that you should be afraid, intimidated even, you were not. It didn’t matter her relation to Wooyoung, or how you felt about the unit- which was in dire need of being questioned- she was the head of the Pink Boas. A very capable woman who had risen in the Golden Circle enough to establish this sub group and make it her own. A woman capable of running the downtown underbelly, successful businesses, and navigating it all with such ease you hadn’t even know she had a son.
You couldn’t be intimidated, instead admiring her too much to feel any real threat from her. Because if you had been, you were sure you wouldn’t have made it here, right now. Though when she leaned in, lips brushing against your ear, your breath hitched in anticipation.
Your real name cascading from her lips in a low, sultry tone might be enough to make any woman gay for her. “Listen very carefully now. I”m going to tell you something, but I need you to act for me so he doesn’t hear. So no one does.” She bit down on the shell of your ear, chuckling when your breath hitched in an almost moan.
“Yes ma’am.”
She laughed a bit, hands pushing your shirt and touching you everywhere almost as if feeling you up, but it seemed more strategic than that. You let out a loud moan for her, remembering how you had faked it for the two neighbors not that long ago. This felt easier, since the little touches were turning you on just a bit.
“That’s it, such a good girl. You’ll treat him right won’t you?” She whispered as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “I know you’re still so new, that you don’t know much of anything really, but I want you to. Do you want to? Do you want to be a part of what he and his little friends have going on?”
“Y-yes Mommy. I do-” You whined out, purposely adding that just to fuck with Wooyoung.
Haru laughed breathlessly, a hand now in your hair messing it up as she tugged it back. “I want you to learn everything about them, and I’ll help you baby girl, but you have to promise me something. And if you ever- ever - break that promise…” He teeth scraped your neck before she sucked a hickey there, making you moan out for real. Oh this woman knew just what she was doing.
“Well, you’re a smart girl, I think you know just what would happen if you did, yeah?”
“Yes yes-”
“Good good. Now that promise is that no matter what you learn, you never hold it against them. Especially not my little boy. Because if you hurt him, pretty girl, you’ll suffer worse. And you know you will, with how fucking prettily you melted in my arms like this.” Almost as if she couldn’t help herself, she cupped your mound between your legs and squeezed in a way that stimulated your clit.
“Fuck-” You whined out, for a split second forgetting what you were supposed to say. “Y-yes I promise Mommy. Promise. C-can I come now?” You whined, playing your part perfectly.
She gave your mound a little pat before stepping back, laughing under her breath as she nodded. “I almost feel bad for playing with you knowing his intentions.” She muttered to herself as you cried out, faking an orgasm for the listening ears, but you didn’t miss what she said.
Haru let you leave after that, making sure your clothes were still a mess and the hickey on display. You couldn’t meet Wooyoung’s gaze when you did, nor could you put the earpiece back in.
But as you passed the Golden circle bouncer, you noticed how intently he looked you over, eyes lingering on the forming hickey on your neck, a scowl forming. That’s how it clicked, that bouncer wasn’t there to guard Haru, but watch her.
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You knew just how dark the underbelly of the city was from your extensive research and the cases you dealt with back in SK, but this still had your stomach churning in disgust. In particular, what you knew about the Red Wolves.
The number of times for the rest of Wooyoung’s ‘tour’ that he had to warn you to stay away from anyone with red studs in their ears that looked like fangs. Red bandana’s or a choker were signs of Red Wolf property and when dusk hit, you saw a frightening amount of people with such indicators.
The idea of being trafficked by them opposed to dying by your new unit’s hands no longer had any appeal; you'd rather take your chances with the two in the car with you.
“While the wolves are the most ruthless, and open about their organization from the main three, we really haven’t made a dent against them. Arrest one member, two more pop up. Free one from their clutches, two end up dead.” Wooyoung was solemn for once, a look in his eyes that spoke of a man you weren’t familiar with. One who was much deeper than just the flirt you thought he was. Perhaps that was the detective in him? Or deeper than that, the real vulnerable man underneath.
It had you conflicted, but just as that glimpse had appeared, it was gone, replaced with his charming half smirk once more. “Anyways, ready?”
Your brows twisted together. “For what?” You looked around, the car parked and Yeosang slurping on some noodles at his desk oblivious to the conversation. You were back downtown in the Pink Boa category, in front of the club that Wooyoung had told you about earlier. Two prostitutes walked across the street and slipped between the car you were in and the one in front of you, pink gemmed chains around each of their waists: Boa’s.
The two women were immediately approached by three men who had red fang studs in their ears, the men that Wooyoung had just been talking about. The warnings of the Red wolves were ringing in your head as Wooyoung was talking about something that wasn’t registering, only because one of the creeps grabbed at the women.
No one else was batting an eye, but you were out of the car before you even realized it, anger surging through you at the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Yo! Hands off buddy!”
Vaguely you heard Wooyoung curse out behind you, but he didn’t get to stop you before you had fully situated yourself between the Boa’s and the wolves, chest to chest with the man who’s wrist was now in your grip just as he had grabbed the woman behind you.
The man certainly didn’t mind, eyes flickering down to your low cleavage and smirking in a way that made your skin crawl. “Are you offering yourself in exchange then, slut?”
You snarled your lip back, pushing him by the wrist to get him away from you. “Fuck off, they’re on my time right now.” You lied through your teeth, hands placed on your hips as you jutted out your chin a bit intimidatingly.
It did get the three men to hesitate, especially when you felt an arm wrap around each of yours. “I told you we weren’t available.” The woman on your right goaded, running her nails up your bicep. You could feel her stare on your features, but you didn’t tear your eyes from the men.
The man on the far left swallowed hard, but not with fear. “How much to watch then?”
“How much to get lost?” You countered instantly, pulling out your wallet for the cash you kept on you. You didn’t have much but you were in too deep to back out now.
Mr. Handsy sneered at your gesture. “Forget it. Come on, we can find more willing prey elsewhere.” He flicked his fingers and turned on his heel, giving you one last look over before scoffing and walking away.
As soon as they were out of ear shot the two girls started squealing. “God that was hot babes.”
“I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if some other sleaze tried to step in.” The other added on, both kissing your cheek before giving you a slight tug closer. “Want to get a room with us? So we can show our gratitude? Free of charge babes, haven’t gotten to share a pretty woman in so long.”
While you certainly appreciated their gratitude, you weren’t oblivious to the way they touched you, light but with clear intentions. It was almost purely sexual until you noticed the way they tried to coax the wallet out of your hand.
Wooyoung pulled you back against him, arm around your waist that was tighter than you expected. “Sorry girls, this one is here to see Madam.”
“Oh it’s Mito.” The first one huffed, suddenly disinterested.
“Boo, that means she’s not on the market.” The smaller, curvier one pouted as she crossed her arms to pout even cuter.
Wooyoung smiled over your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye it almost looked strained. “Yes yes, sorry. We’ll be heading in now.” He pulled you back some more than turned you so his arm was around your lower back but his grip was just as tight as before. He leaned into your ear once you were halfway across the street. “What the fuck was that?”
Oh, he was angry with you.
With a huff, you tried not to let it get to you, keeping your head high. “I couldn’t just watch-”
“Yes you fucking can and you will. This is downtown, have all my warnings gone out your fucking ears?”
You didn’t like his tone, nor the way he was gripping you so tightly, but you waited until you were across the street before pulling away and glaring at him. “I will not, Mito, just sit by and watch. Whether it was my job, no matter my career or place, I won’t. I won’t stand for it.” You snarled out, staring him down unwaveringly.
He broke first, shutting his eyes for a brief moment before smiling down at you. “We’ll talk about this later. You really have no idea how it runs, what flies down here, how to play the game-”
“Then teach me, but know that I will not follow rules I don’t like. If that includes watching a woman, no matter her affiliation or career, get harassed to the point fear is obvious, I will not.” You stepped back even more taking note his anger seemed to have passed, or at least wasn’t at the forefront.
No, he seemed almost… elated as he stepped closer and grabbed your hip, pulling you flat against him, lips close enough it would be so easy to close the distance and kiss.
“Then would you go against the rules and laws to protect someone in that sense? Someone who lives here, who works the corner, who has blood on their hands if they’re in trouble and you see it?” He whispered against your cheek, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, teasing your skin he exposed.
“Wooyoung-” Yeosang’s voice warned in both of your ears before you had a chance to reply.
With a huff he pulled away, now grabbing your hand. “Come on, you have a job interview.” He was pouty as he pulled you into the night club, past the bouncer who nodded at him. It wasn’t lost on you how you two skipped the line without a single word, like he worked here or something.
Or something was probably more accurate, every working girl smiled or giggled at him as you both passed. A dance floor to the right takes up over half the club, with booths along the wall and a large bar to your left run by three people with a dancer on a small stage on either side. You could make out kitchen doors behind one of the dancers in clubbing attire, but it was quickly pushed out of sight as you headed up secluded stairs to a second floor.
While the dancefloor was mostly exposed from this floor, due to the waist high thick railing the activities up here were much more secluded; that included the private booths that lined the walls above the floor, just out of sight. The bouncers didn’t stop Wooyoung from pulling you to the right, away from the open area and clubbing below, to a hall that had a sign hanging above reading “employees only”.
Since you missed his explanation, you could sort of hear Yeosang in your ear repeating the plan. “You’ll be meeting the madam of the club for a position as a bartender or waitress, but don’t accept anything for dancing. You should do well enough but also remember not to freak out at the customers.” The rest of his warnings fell on deaf ears as you stepped around a corner in the hall where another bouncer was, this one stopping you both by holding up his hand.
You immediately took notice of the gold chain on his wrist with three rings for a charm. A sign of the Golden circle. It made sense that at least one of the workers here would be one, considering the Pink Boas were their subgroup. But something also felt so out of place of once single Golden Circle this far from the rest of the business of the club.
Not that you had time to dwell on it.
Wooyoung didn’t speak to the bouncer, giving him only a moment to step aside before he took you forward. You passed a few doors with odd symbols, stopping in front of a door with a golden snake in a circle, the one eye of it a pink topaz that felt almost like a warning. And in a way, it was.
He had brought you right to the head of the Pink Boas.
You swallowed hard, trying not to let the sudden onslaught of nerves show. This was not the head of one of the six, but a subgroup, one that was all female and probably the least intimidating group to come face to face with.
Wooyoung smiled over at you, brushing your hand with his own. “Don’t worry Goddess, you’ll do fine. When in doubt, do what I do or Yeosang says.”
You rolled your eyes. “Because that’s going to get me the job.” You laid the sarcasm on heavy, getting a dry chuckle out of him before he knocked in an odd rhythm. Three times, pause, then once, another pause, then two more times.
The door opened almost instantly, an older woman with a stone expression standing on the other side. You had a moment to admire the perfection of her makeup, the subtle extravagance of her outfit, and the way she carried herself all before she was turning her back to you both and stepping further inside.
Wooyoung motioned for you to go first, stepping in behind you and letting the door shut behind him. The cool demeanor of the woman shifted immediately as she swirled on her heel and was now beaming at you, hands clasped in front of her. “Oh I’m so happy to finally meet you!”
You were shell-shocked before you were pulled into a hug, the flowery scent of her perfume an undertone to something more earthy, but not unpleasant. Almost homey which was an odd thing to think of a woman who ran a sub-mafia family. But not as odd as the fact she was hugging you so tightly.
Glancing at Wooyoung in a panic, he laughed and gently pried each other apart. “Easy easy, I told you not to do that!”
“But you would not stop talking about her! I was really excited alright?” The woman pouted as she smoothed out your clothes, a twinkle in her eye. “We’ll have to get you into something less gaudy for your job here. Wooyo tells me you have bar experience?”
“Wha-”
“Wooyoung, how much did you tell her?” Yeosang sounded exasperated in your ear, but you were still lost.
Wooyoung shrunk away from your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t help it, Sang- not when it’s…” He trailed off but you weren’t going to wait for him to clarify.
“I’m sorry but can someone fill me in? You’re the head of the Boa’s right? The symbol was a dead give away. I thought this was a job interview.”
The woman laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear before and noticing the ear piece. “You can call me Haru, and this is a job interview. Wooyo already filled me in, and I promise you will come to no harm here.”
Your brow furrowed in even more confusion before it fully hit. “Oh- I see. That… is not what I expected. Are you really?” You chose your words carefully, hoping she would catch on.
“Whatever you are thinking, yes. He can explain later I’m sure. He referred to you as Goddess but I don’t think that will be a good cover here. How about Dalnim? You’ll be referred to as Dal by the other workers.” She explained before sitting against the edge of her desk. “I don’t care what you see here and what you tell him, but the one thing I do care about is that if it’s concerning my girls you inform me first. Understand?”
“I- hold up. Hold the fuck up.” You had to put your hands up, turning on your heel to start pacing, nibbling on your thumb. “Explain.” You spoke to Yeosang in your ear, but Wooyoung opened his mouth to do so. You pointed a finger at him, a stern glare on your features. “You shut up, I’ll deal with you later.”
Yeosang was silent for a moment, you could tell from the fact you heard no sound what-so-ever he probably had himself muted. You heard a click a moment later, and it wasn’t Yeosang’s voice that spoke.
“Sorry about this Firecracker, are you going to back out?” Hongjoong’s voice rumbled in your ear and you stiffened in your spot, breath hitching a bit.
“Captain- are we really going to-” Yeosang was pleading in the background, and someone else was there.
You glanced at Wooyoung for a moment, his eyes on the floor. Where did his confidence go? He looked nervous, and not just from a scolding from his Captain. Haru was staring you down with a look of curiosity that seemed familiar, but it was when she grinned that you realized something else.
She resembled Wooyoung quite a bit, like a softer, more mature version. She laughed when she saw it click on your features, a nod giving you the confirmation.
This was, by far, so much deeper than you ever thought. But your earlier suspicion had also been confirmed: She knew you were a detective, she knew Wooyoung was, and she was setting you up and giving you permission to use this position as a way to gather information.
Wooyoung was providing you the perfect undercover, with someone he clearly trusted with his life.
“No, I’m not backing out.” The words escaped you the moment you made up your mind, announcing to those present and those not. “So this position, I’m just bartending right? Starting simple? I can do that.” You straightened your shoulders, regaining your confidence.
Haru smiled wider, clapping her hands together. “Oh Wooyoung was right, you are such a smart woman. Capable too. Yes, that is the case. I can give you more details on your first day, but first… I need to make sure you leave here safely.”
She waved at Wooyoung dismissively, pointing towards the door as she stepped over to you. The way she moved was captivating, her whole demeanor becoming seductive, predatory even, like a snake coiling back to attack it’s prey. Her tongue even ran over her vibrant pink lips as if to taste the air.
Her hand was on your neck the second the door was shut. “Now that I have you alone, almost, let me give you the real welcome.” She pulled the earpiece out of your ear and slipped it into your pocket while she swiveled you towards the desk.
While you knew, logically, that you should be afraid, intimidated even, you were not. It didn’t matter her relation to Wooyoung, or how you felt about the unit- which was in dire need of being questioned- she was the head of the Pink Boas. A very capable woman who had risen in the Golden Circle enough to establish this sub group and make it her own. A woman capable of running the downtown underbelly, successful businesses, and navigating it all with such ease you hadn’t even know she had a son.
You couldn’t be intimidated, instead admiring her too much to feel any real threat from her. Because if you had been, you were sure you wouldn’t have made it here, right now. Though when she leaned in, lips brushing against your ear, your breath hitched in anticipation.
Your real name cascading from her lips in a low, sultry tone might be enough to make any woman gay for her. “Listen very carefully now. I”m going to tell you something, but I need you to act for me so he doesn’t hear. So no one does.” She bit down on the shell of your ear, chuckling when your breath hitched in an almost moan.
“Yes ma’am.”
She laughed a bit, hands pushing your shirt and touching you everywhere almost as if feeling you up, but it seemed more strategic than that. You let out a loud moan for her, remembering how you had faked it for the two neighbors not that long ago. This felt easier, since the little touches were turning you on just a bit.
“That’s it, such a good girl. You’ll treat him right won’t you?” She whispered as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “I know you’re still so new, that you don’t know much of anything really, but I want you to. Do you want to? Do you want to be a part of what he and his little friends have going on?”
“Y-yes Mommy. I do-” You whined out, purposely adding that just to fuck with Wooyoung.
Haru laughed breathlessly, a hand now in your hair messing it up as she tugged it back. “I want you to learn everything about them, and I’ll help you baby girl, but you have to promise me something. And if you ever- ever - break that promise…” He teeth scraped your neck before she sucked a hickey there, making you moan out for real. Oh this woman knew just what she was doing.
“Well, you’re a smart girl, I think you know just what would happen if you did, yeah?”
“Yes yes-”
“Good good. Now that promise is that no matter what you learn, you never hold it against them. Especially not my little boy. Because if you hurt him, pretty girl, you’ll suffer worse. And you know you will, with how fucking prettily you melted in my arms like this.” Almost as if she couldn’t help herself, she cupped your mound between your legs and squeezed in a way that stimulated your clit.
“Fuck-” You whined out, for a split second forgetting what you were supposed to say. “Y-yes I promise Mommy. Promise. C-can I come now?” You whined, playing your part perfectly.
She gave your mound a little pat before stepping back, laughing under her breath as she nodded. “I almost feel bad for playing with you knowing his intentions.” She muttered to herself as you cried out, faking an orgasm for the listening ears, but you didn’t miss what she said.
Haru let you leave after that, making sure your clothes were still a mess and the hickey on display. You couldn’t meet Wooyoung’s gaze when you did, nor could you put the earpiece back in.
But as you passed the Golden circle bouncer, you noticed how intently he looked you over, eyes lingering on the forming hickey on your neck, a scowl forming. That’s how it clicked, that bouncer wasn’t there to guard Haru, but watch her.
📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader
📍Summary: "Down Bad"
📍WC: 3.4k
📍AU: detective/mafia
📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance, smut
📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, voyeurism, suggestive
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Mingi stepped into the office through the back door, being gentle as he shut it as he was late. He was hoping to just slip over to his desk so Seomghwa wouldn't notice, but he froze up when the door to Yeosang's office opened up. He briefly spotted the plethora of monitors inside, but it was the man's expression that stopped him.
Yeosang looked… hurt almost. “You're late” He mumbled matter-of-factly, but didn't call out to the others like some of them would.
“Phone died.” Mingi replied sheepishly, holding up his phone that still only had a single digit battery percentage. He was usually good about charging his phone but last night he was far too preoccupied with you to remember and it died sometime between round four and round seven if he had to guess. And that was over twenty four hours ago.
His cock was twitching just at the memory of all you both had done.
Yeosang observed his face for a moment before his own expression shifted and then closed off. “Tell it to Hwa. Wooyo is already testing his nerves.” He stepped out of the room and headed down the hall without another word, something in his hands: several thick folders.
He had been digging into some new people.
Mingi’s curiosity almost had him forgetting his predicament, but he got close to his desk before his name boomed through the room. Flinching, he looked over to Seonghwa, a sheepish smile on his own face to try and defuse his anger.
The loud moan coming from Hongjoong’s office had him realizing that Seonghwa was not going to play nice any time soon.
Yunho laughed at Mingi’s crestfallen expression as he sat down next to him, just to have the sound die in his throat, eyes fixated on his neck.
“Now that almost everyone-” Seonghwa winced at Wooyoung’s cry from the Captain’s room, “-is here we can start.” He stood up a bit taller, hands folded behind him and jaw tense.
“When was the last time he fucked you Hwa?” Yunho chimed in, leaning back in his seat. “It’s making you pissy. One of us could do the job?”
Jongho scoffed, also in a bad mood. “Please. Everyone else has been waiting for the newbie to spread her fucking legs. Like dogs in heat just begging for a taste.” He narrowed his eyes on San. “You especially. Just fuck her already.”
San rolled his eyes, setting down his usual drink that didn’t taste the same since you hadn’t brought it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The gym? Really? I’ve been waiting to tear into you about it. In the arena? Seriously gross, we use that for practice.”
Mingi sat up a bit more, brows pushed up. “What do you mean?” He turned to San. “Did you fuck her already? In the gym?”
San blushed, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. “I just got her off with my fingers. Then Wooyoung called, Captain wanted me in the field and I had to leave her. I haven’t gotten to talk to her since.” The main reason for that was the swollen eye, again, and the stab wound on his thigh. He hadn’t wanted to worry you with his injuries again, so he had gone straight back to his shared apartment with Wooyoung.
“And you won’t either. If we can move on from fucking her we can talk about putting her to work.” Seonghwa demanded everyone’s attention, clearly annoyed it took a moment for them to settle down. “She will start under Wooyoung-”
“Seriously?” Jongho stood up quickly, hands on the desk. “He might-”
“She will start under Wooyoung.” Seonghwa repeated through gritted teeth. “Because the rest of you have other orders. Yunho and I are returning to the warehouse and making our move there. San, you are to rest and stay in contact with the few informants of the Green Vipers. We need to know every move they make and to keep the suspicion off of us. Jongho-” He snarled his lip and pointed to the seat. “Sit first.”
Jongho did, reaching for Yeosang who stood by his desk. Seonghwa took note of the files in Yeosang’s hand and frowned. When the quiet man noticed, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “Before you give me orders I would like to say something.”
Seonghwa was clearly confused, but nodded. “Speak.” Behind him the Captain’s door opened and out stumbled Wooyoung with a shit eating grinning, wiping off some spit from the corner of his mouth. Seonghwa didn’t dare look back just yet.
“I’d like to look into the S.K unit some more-”
“Binnie’s unit? Why is that?” Wooyoung walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his friend. “Oh you have his file? Not like you to snoop without an order Sangie. What’s the deal with the S.K Unit?”
“It’s Butterfly’s old unit.” Yunho chimed in, interest cleared perked.
“With that shitty fucking Captain?” Mingi sneered out, adding on.
Wooyoung looked surprised. “Chan is the Captain that kicked her out? He didn’t seem shitty, really righteous and stubborn though.”
Mingi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You mean self-absorbed prick? He hurt-” He clenched his jaw, going quiet.
Yunho gasped though, following his train of thought. “Oh you have it worse than I thought. Is that why you have hickies on your neck?” Several of them in the room reacted in shouts simultaneously.
“Hickies? From Sweetcheeks?”
“Oh did you two fuck?”
“You’re fucking joking?! Thought you hated her too.”
“Oh nice, me next!!”
Seonghwa silenced them all by speaking over them? “Enough!” The chaos settled and he stared at Mingi who was now avoiding everyone’s gaze. “Spill.”
“It’s not my place-”
“They did.” Yeosang spoke up, an edge to his tone. “Back to what I was saying, Captain Chan has bothered her twice now and she had repeatedly told him to leave both times. First here, then at her apartment complex Saturday evening. She’s emotionally involved with most of the unit at least as friends, using two to help her with her undercover trial. I’d like permission to dig up anything I can use to get them to back off if they get too close.”
The room went quiet, Wooyoung gawking at his friend while several others were just as shocked.
It was Hongjoong’s laughter that broke the silence. “Wow, this is… wow.” He stepped up around Seonghwa and leaned against the nearest desk: Wooyoung’s. “So let me get this straight, Mingi has fucked her-”
“Nonstop since Saturday evening.” Yeosang added with a deadpan expression.
Hongjoong held up his hand to quiet the budding exclamations. “Mingi has been fucking her like a rabbit in heat, since Saturday, where I assume he had stepped into the altercation between Firecracker and Captain of the SK unit?”
Yeosang nodded, giving his Captain all his attention. “Punched him and acted as her boyfriend. Wouldn’t want him to cause problems should he realize Mingi is part of her unit now.”
Hongjoong chuckled at that, glancing at Mingi appreciatively with the others. “Good job. We’ll talk about the sex later.”
“Then better scold San too. He did get her off in the gym. In the arena. Saw it on Yeosang’s monitor. Unfortunately.” Jongho sneered out.
Hongjoong glared in his direction. “Thank you for your input. Yet it is looking like you are the only one who isn’t open to the idea of fully integrating her at this point, Jongho.”
“He doesn’t want another woman. Man is still angry about the last- ouch!” Wooyoung hissed out when Jongho had reached around Yeosang to step on his foot. “It’s true!”
“I still believe she won’t be able to handle it.” Jongho grumbled, arms crossed. “But half of you are so whipped for her already what’s the point in fighting you on it. You want her, fine, but I still refuse.”
Yeosang patted his shoulder before urging his Captain to speak. “Mingi has been fucking her, punched another Captain, San got her off in the gym-”
“When did the Captain stop here?” Hongjoong asked curiously.
“The day she was late and missed her usual breakfast. You had me install our information network on her laptop.” Yeosang offered, the room falling silent. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
San sighed, leaning forward a bit. “How often do you watch her Sangie?”
He furrowed his brows in confusion. “It’s surveillance San. I need to make sure she is trustworthy.”
“How do you know her usual breakfast then? And how often she’s been fucking Mingi? And when her old chief bothers her?”
“He has a point.” Wooyoung said with a grin. “Does Sangie finally like someone?” When the man in question grew flustered, he teased him further “ooo, did you get off on her getting off? Probably found the best angles to watch her get fucked by Mingi?”
“I don’t have a clear view of every angle of her apartment.” Yeosang didn’t deny it though.
Mingi gawked. “You were watching me fuck her? Damn, I thought Wooyoung was the sex freak.”
“Hey, that would be like at least half of us.” Wooyoung huffed out defiantly.
Seonghwa sighed and sat down. “This is going nowhere. Joong, you’re enjoying this too much.” He elbowed the grinning man next to him in the side.
Hongjoong just chuckled. “They like her, it’s cute.”
“You set down precautions to keep Wooyoung in check right? Ensuring she doesn’t discover anything she shouldn’t?” Seonghwa ignored his comment, instead voicing his concerns.
“Wooyoung will do his job well and Yeosang will be surveying their work as usual, yes. You and Yunho will be overseeing things in the warehouse. Make sure the Vipers struggle. If our little Firecracker’s idea is going to work, the Vipers need to be pressed on multiple sides.”
“And if the Red Wolves catch on it was us that invaded their territory and not the Vipers? Will she be ready for action?” The others were going on about their own perverted tendencies, saying quite a few lewd things they wanted to do to you or see done to you. Neither Seonghwa or Hongjoong wanted to stop it for now.
“Let’s hope we can get her focused on the Pink Boas and away from our other plans so that if things go south, she won’t be involved.”
“And Mingi? Jongho?”
The both looked at the two men, the former flustered as Yunho teased him about the hickies; the latter sneering in disgust at the conversation between Wooyoung and Yeosang as the techie was teased for his voyeurism. “While the Wolves have retaliated against the vipers, they are bound to spill something useful. They’ll be with me overseeing that.”
“Will you be able to keep them from tearing each other up over the newbie long enough for that?” Seonghwa lifted a brow, naturally leaning towards his Captain.
Hongjoong chuckled and nodded, reaching out to touch the small of Seonghwa’s back. “Yes, I think I can manage that.” He looked around the room taking in everyone’s current mood before demanding their attention, waiting until they were quiet before speaking. “Thursday. Until then we rest. Yunho, you're with Seonghwa. San rest but stay in contact. Mingi, Jongho will be with me and Wooyoung-” He smiled wider when the man straightened up, almost giddy. “You’ll be showing the ropes to our newbie. I briefed you earlier on the task, do make sure she is integrated well. Yeosang as always will keep up surveillance, communication and watching online activity.”
He stood up, clapping his hands together. “Go rest up, it’s only monday. Oh and Mingi-” He smiled over at him. “Make sure you both can fucking walk thursday. Dismissed.”
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You didn’t expect to wake up to knocks on your door, and you had no intention of actually getting up and out of bed unless you were finally called back to the Precinct to work. So you rolled over, about to nudge the man on the other side of the bed to have him deal with it, but it was empty.
Frowning, you lifted your head up and looked around the room, Mingi nowhere in sight. Right, it is Monday and he didn't have the day off like you did. Embarrassment flooded you at the thought of him telling the others about you, how you had been practically attached to his cock since Saturday night. You hadn't stopped to think about it, you didn't want to, and it had felt so good to just fuck and not think. You could think about it after some more sleep.
But there was more knocking, whoever it was clearly wasn't going away. And, they wouldn't be at your door unless the knew the code and you only told Hyunjin and registered it with the guard. Sighing you got out of bed, grabbing a house robe as an afterthought to hide the insane amount of hickies and bruises Mingi had left. You were sore, but deliciously so; Hyunjin didn't need to know that.
Hyunjin was not the one at your door though, but Mingi. You frowned, knowing it was still pretty early in the day- plus part of you didn't expect him to come back… didn't want to feel special when he did.
Stomping that feeling down you opened your mouth to greet him but froze up when Yunho leaned around him with a grin. “Damn, you weren’t lying.”
You narrowed your eyes, moving to slam the door shut. Mingi’s hand shot through though, forearm getting stuck between the frame and door. Wincing at his grunt of pain, you let it swing back open. “Dumbass.”
“Well you were going to shut us out!” He huffed, stepping in and reaching for you. He pouted when you stepped away, swiveling on your heel and putting distance between you and them. “Princess, why the cold shoulder now?”
He knew why, you were certain of it, shooting a glare over your shoulder at Yunho who stood behind him. His presence meant you couldn’t just continue what you had been doing. No, now you had to talk.
Which meant acknowledging things you weren’t ready to.
Yunho lifted a brow, meeting your glare nonchalantly. “I won’t stay for long if I’m in the way of you two fucking, though I am so curious now.”
Mingi looked between you two, that wide boba eyed, wet lip look that you thought was adorable on his features. Not that he had shown it often, usually aroundYunho when he wasn’t paying attention to you. But that’s also changed since Saturday. You suspected he only showed such an expression around those he was vulnerable with, and now that he did so in your presence, that would include you.
It should stay just as sex, you told yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “Then why are you here?”
Mingi pouted out at your crisp tone, taking a step towards you until Yunho grabbed his arm. It was like a splash of ice water, a needed reminder of just what you were doing: stupid shit.
It was stupid to sleep with Mingi, you made yourself vulnerable to him, yet you knew they were still keeping things from you. You weren’t a part of the team just yet, and you would never have what they had. It had your throat closing up, the distance between you was now suffocating.
It was just sex.
Yet you didn’t want it to be.
Mentally cursing yourself, you were saved from the downward spiral of your mind when Mingi did step closer. “I can have him go if you want, but he wanted to make sure I told you about the meeting today.”
“Was pretty sure he would get on his knees and try to bury his face in your cunt as soon as he saw you if I didn’t. Though I would not complain if he did.” Yunho clarified, watching you with a now unreadable expression. It was almost calculating, but sympathetic? You didn’t understand, so you didn’t try.
Mingi’s reddened ears were far more interesting. “Down that bad for my pussy?” You teased, unable to suppress the smug smirk.
“Can you blame me?” He grumbled out hoarsely. “Anyways, you’ll be working with Wooyoung come Thursday.”
You relaxed at the change in topic, especially for the topic to be work. Progressive work. “Oh? What will I be doing?”
“Only Wooyoung knows that, but he’s the one that is the deepest in undercover, so chances are you’ll be starting your work there. Either stake outs, or being given a target to watch of high interest. The Green Vipers have been acting up so we need to have a good portion of our focus on them, and can’t be neglecting the rest otherwise.” Yunho started wandering around your living space, taking in the changes you have made since you unpacked. He smiled at a few things, which you would have paid more attention to, except Mingi was now right before you.
And the fact that yes, you were finally doing your job. You could be crucial, you could do something inside this unit except argue with them and, well, fuck them.
Your eyes met Mingi’s, a question in them you couldn’t put into words just yet. So you deflected. “What’s up with the Green Vipers?”
Mingi reached out to play with the belt of your robe, waiting for your attention but your eyes were on Yunho as he now circled you both nonchalantly. “They invaded Red Wolves territory, killed a few of their men. San had been part of the-”
“San? Is he okay?” Instantly worry filled you, knowing he got hurt so often and if he was involved in something that had others killed-
“He’s fine, Butterfly. Resting at home.” Yunho stopped just behind you, leaning over your shoulder until you could feel him barely touching your back. Before you could react, the robe was open and Yunho had a good view of the marks on your neck and shoulder, down your body, and every inch of your naked skin. “Damn, you should be resting too. Mingi did such a number on you. You know he doesn’t like to leave marks on anyone outside the team.”
You told yourself to push him away, but the position reminded you of the night at the club and you had so enjoyed being sandwiched between them. “I was resting until someone woke me up.”
Mingi chuckled, knuckles tracing the curve of your chest before pinching your nipple in his hand and tugging. Your body reacted immediately, part of you ready to let them have their way.
Jeong Yunho just had to open his damn mouth though. “Chan is the biggest dumbass for letting you get away from him. San too for not fucking you when he had the chance. He heard those sounds and restrained himself?” He scoffed, leaning in to press an open mouth kiss to your neck.
Only to meet air as you had slipped out of their reach and pulled your robe tight over your body. “You told him?!” You hissed out at Mingi, furious. You didn’t want your shame known to anyone else, it was a hard enough pill to swallow that Mingi was a part of it. And San? Did San spill the beans of what you did?
Was every ounce of intimacy you shared with them a frat joke to pass around behind your back? Had Mingi gone in detail about the many ways you let him fuck you? About how you had enjoyed it? It made your blood boil simply because you had not been ready to share. Not with most of them. Despite your questionable desires, you had hoped there would be enough respect to keep it between you and the one you had been with… otherwise you felt like a used slut to be passed around.
They seemed to realize how they fucked up, Mingi’s eyes wide while Yunho looked almost apologetic. “Princess I didn’t mean-”
“Save it.” You hissed out, lifting a shaking hand towards the door. “Leave. And do not bother trying to talk to me until I am ready to talk.” Venom laced your words, and from their reactions it hit home.
You watched them leave like pups with their tails between their legs, only when the door was shut did you let out a strangled cry.
every nation seems at war with themselves and everyone, but you and Yoongi manage to stay alive. Until the inevitable catches up to you and you desperately seek help. Will you find it before time runs out?
→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)
→ Genres/AUs: post-apocalyptic, dystopian, survival, co-dependency to stay alive + heavy angst, fluff and minor smut with a very small sprinkle of comedy and hope for the future.
→ Tropes: established relationship
→ Rating: mature/explicit/R18
(this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)
→ Word count: 4k (it’s a shortie 🤭)
→ Warnings + triggers: protected sex (it’s very minor and not very detailed like I normally do), nuclear war (bombings), exposure to radiation, cancer (talks about treatment and cures (yes in this story there’s a cure for cancer 🥹)), dystopian world, everything is a wasteland, factions and segregation (the elite/rich vs everyone else),there’s also a bit of social commentary in it, anxiety attacks, hyperventilation, time skips, hope. It’s still angsty and grim, lol, but with a hopeful ending!
→ Author’s note(1): it got short (compared to what I usually write lol). It serves as a bridge between the first story (end of the world) and the spinoff (whalien52). I hope you enjoy it even though it’s short, and if you enjoy this dystopian world, I recommend reading the spinoff (it’s with Jimin as the male lead though).
→ Read on AO3? [link]
[navi]: end of the world // end of the world: a flickering hope // whalien52
“It feels like we’re at the end of the world,” you murmur, gazing out at the blue ocean, mesmerized that at least something still looks the same. The rest of the landscape is a stark contrast, a wasteland ravaged by endless bombings.
“Yeah, it kinda does,” Yoongi muses with a chuckle, gently nudging your shoulder.
“Do you think this war will ever stop?” you ask, hope mingled with despair. Over half a year has passed since the first bomb fell, and now it seems every nation is at war with itself and each other.
“When there aren’t more people left, maybe,” he replies, his voice rough, the morbid truth hanging heavily between you. The powerful few seem intent on death and destruction, and everyone else is left to suffer and die.
“I don’t get it. The whole world is going to die at this point,” you say, sagging to the ground beside Yoongi.
“True. But we’re not the ones in power. We can’t do anything about it,” Yoongi says, his voice steady and calm.
“They say on the radio that almost all countries are affected and there isn’t much land left like we used to know,” he adds, a frown etched on his face.
“God. I don’t want to listen to the radio anymore. I get so depressed hearing about it all,” you groan, “I almost want to throw the damn thing into the ocean. But it’s our only lifeline to civilization, I guess.”
He chuckles, “I get it. It’s fine if you don’t want to listen to the news. I’ll listen for you and tell you the important information if there’s any.”
“Thank you, Yoongi,” you lean in and kiss him on the cheek.
“Maybe we should move again,” Yoongi suggests. You both rise, packing your things and bags.
As you walk through the desolate land, the forests and bushes burned and charred, the road made bumpy by explosions, the sky alternates between a bright blue on days without bombings and a dark shade of gray whenever there’s more bombs falling.
But just seeing the blue sky on some days gives you a fragile flicker of hope for the future. Maybe things will be alright in the end? Are you delusional for thinking that? For still wanting things to go back to the way they were before the war? Deep down, you know it’s impossible to rewind time, yet you can’t help but yearn for a chance to prevent all this devastation. You’re neither a politician nor a soldier, nor do you want to be, but sometimes you wish you had their power and autonomy.
Rumors swirl about the remnants of your government reaching out to other nations for help, but with the entire world reduced to a wasteland, there’s no aid to be found, no refuge to seek. You glance down at your battered feet and worn shoes, the ash and dirt mingling in a grim testament to your journey. The sight makes you frown. Where should you head to now? The question hangs in the air, as heavy and uncertain as the gray clouds that often blot out the sun.
Honestly, you don’t know where you’re going— to safety? What is safety even in a world where every country is at war?
— 2 years later
You don’t know how, maybe through sheer luck, but you and Yoongi have managed to survive the worst of the war. Over two harrowing years of constant bombings, the omnipresent fear of death, and relentless fighting for your lives. Every minute has been a nightmare, an unending torment.
But now, there’s been an eerie silence.
The bombings have ceased, and the world seems quieter—too quiet. You suspect there aren’t many people left. Most are probably dead. Only the lucky, the hardened survivalists like you and Yoongi, have made it this far. You’ve heard rumors about the wealthy sequestered in their bomb-proof bunkers. How fortunate for them. A shame you couldn’t afford such luxuries. Yoongi’s house lacked such a feature. It would’ve been nice to have been spared from this massacre, to have been sheltered from the relentless horrors.
You and Yoongi have set up camp in a desolate wasteland. Nature is gone, replaced by a sandy, barren expanse. You’ve made a small bonfire to keep warm—it’s the middle of winter now. Though you have each other to stay warm at night, a fire is always a welcome comfort, even if it risks attracting unwanted attention. But you’re prepared for that. You still have your weapons, and Yoongi has taught you to aim better. You feel a grim satisfaction in being prepared, wishing you’d taken such precautions before the bombings. But it’s never too late to learn, right?
“Have you heard any news about civilization?” you ask Yoongi, warming your hands over the small fire.
“Only that people are trying to gather and rebuild slowly… but they don’t agree on how things should be, now that the regular government has fallen,” he shrugs, his shoulders weighed down by the burdens of survival. Yoongi has been your rock since you met, always listening to the radio for news when it depresses you too much.
“Figures,” you pout, rolling your eyes. “There’s probably going to be a fight for power,” you chuckle bitterly. It wouldn’t surprise you. People are so fucking predictable. You don’t want a part of it, but if it affects you, you’ll do whatever you must to live comfortably.
“I hate what this has done to nature,” Yoongi sulks, kicking sand into the fire in frustration. “I mean, I miss the trees. The green colors. Even grass. That feeling of being barefoot on grass. I miss it so much.”
You nod, agreeing completely. God, you miss that too. Or a nice shower. Damn. You haven’t had one since Yoongi’s house. The thought makes you sad, makes you clench your fists in anger.
You hate this world and everything it has become.
Sometimes you wonder if it would have been better to die, like your friends. But you quickly banish those thoughts. It’s not fair to your friends or to everyone else who’s dead. You’re alive, and you have to make the best of it, even though everything sucks and nothing will ever be the same again.
“I also miss sleeping in a bed. Like on a nice mattress. Fuck. There are so many things I miss,” Yoongi adds, his voice thick with emotion. Reminiscing about the things he misses brings him great pain.
“Yeah,” you say, placing your hand on top of his. “But at least we still have each other.”
“Yes. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he smiles at you, and you think he looks so handsome and beautiful, his cute nose and jaw—everything about him is amazing. His rough yet soft features. You love him so much. He has done so much for you. You’ll forever be in debt to him.
— 4 years later
“My feet are so sore, Yoon,” you pant, feeling the throbbing pain from days of relentless walking, the swelling making each step a new ordeal.
“Let’s take a break. We’ve been walking for days. Let’s set up camp,” he rasps, his voice rougher and more hoarse with time, a result of exposure to the relentless elements or something else, something you both fear to name.
Dropping your backpacks to the ground, Yoongi sets up the tent while you sit down, finally giving your weary legs a rest. Your gaze drifts to the sky, now filled with white clouds—a stark contrast to the endless gray you’ve grown accustomed to. Four years ago, you never thought you’d see white clouds again, let alone a glimpse of blue sky. It makes your heart clench with a fragile hope, a hope for a future you scarcely dared to dream about, yet desperately cling to. On the rare days when the sun breaks through the perpetual gloom, you savor its warmth and light.
“We’re almost out of food,” Yoongi states, coughing slightly before sitting next to you. You lean into him, seeking comfort in his presence.
“It’s okay. I wish we could forage from nature. We can make it,” you say, your voice tinged with hope as you lace your fingers with his. Both of you are exhausted—tired of walking, tired of running. Ever since the war started four years ago, you’ve been on the move, searching for safety. The world was bombed into oblivion, and those who survived scattered, fighting for their lives. The old people in power have regrouped, forming the New World Order, a ruthless regime bent on controlling what is left of civilization. They keep many secrets, information they don’t want the scattered remnants of humanity to know. The New World Order hunts anyone who opposes them, which is why you stay hidden, moving in the shadows. Various resistance groups have sprung up, each fighting back, but they are fragmented, hard to keep up with.
“Yeah, but for now, we still have some food left. Let’s eat,” he says, hugging you tightly as if afraid he might lose you.
You follow his lead, retrieving rations from your packs. Food is scarce, but you’ve learned to live off minimal portions just to stay alive. Begging for food in a city is a last resort; stealing is even lower on your list, but survival drives you to consider the unthinkable.
Eating is a relief, filling your empty stomachs. After your meal, you and Yoongi head into your tent. It’s battered and full of holes, but it provides a semblance of shelter, a fragile barrier against the harsh world outside.
Inside the tent, Yoongi massages your tired feet, his touch soothing the ache from days of relentless walking. You nestle into each other, your lips finding each other in a desperate dance. Your breaths mingle, turning into soft moans that punctuate the silence of the night.
“I want you, love,” Yoongi pants. The way he calls you ‘love’ now always makes your heart race, your face flush. You’ve been in love with him for a long time, and every time he says it, it reminds you just how deeply.
“I want you too. Please, make love to me. I need you,” you quiver, your desire for him skyrocketing. This need always peaks at night or in the mornings, a burning hunger that drives you into each other’s arms on the daily.
Yoongi undresses you with a feverish urgency, and you help him out of his clothes. Your kisses become needier, as if you’re afraid this might be the last time. His lips trail down your neck, and you moan, feeling like you’re in heaven. He grabs a condom—you’d used up that box of 500 pieces a long time ago, but thankfully Yoongi managed to find some in a city you passed through, because bringing a child into this shattered world is the last thing either of you wants. Fuck the fact that you don’t have money. But you don’t have money for a child either.
He strokes himself, grunting low and lustful, then rolls the condom on. He nudges your slick entrance, always ready for him, always needing him. He guides himself into you, filling you completely, and you both gasp at the sensation. His hands find yours, fingers lacing together, grounding you in the moment.
He starts to thrust, slow and steady, each movement deliberate and sensual. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. He presses down on you, his forehead resting against yours, eyes closed in a deep breath before he opens them again. “I feel like we don’t have much time.”
You look at him, puzzled by his sudden anxiety. “Why?”
“I don’t know, it’s just a feeling I have,” he says, his lips meeting yours again.
When he pulls away, you try to reassure him. “Everything will be okay. We’ll make it.”
He hums, increasing the speed of his hips, thrusting deeper. “I love you,” he whispers, his hand finding your clit, rubbing circles that send waves of pleasure through your body. Your climax builds quickly, and you release around him, your moans mingling with his name, telling him how much you love him, how lucky you are to have him.
He kisses you deeply, and with a grunt, he finds his own release, filling the condom. You both pant for air, and he rolls to the side, discarding the condom in the corner of the tent. He spoons you, your hearts beating in sync, the warmth of his body a comforting shield against the cold, uncertain world outside.
In the quiet aftermath, you feel a fleeting sense of peace. Despite everything, you have Yoongi, and in this moment, that feels like enough.
The next morning, your feet feel somewhat better, but you know you’ll have to walk again today. You and Yoongi eat a sparse breakfast, trying to ignore your dwindling food supply. At least you still have clean water.
As you pack up, Yoongi looks at you with a serious expression. “I think I’m getting sick,” he says, and your heart drops. This is what you’ve been dreading. It’s his cough, isn’t it?
Forcing optimism in this shattered world, you give him a wry smile. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Maybe we should head to one of the cities near the Capital. There might be a good doctor there who can look at you.” You smile, clinging to hope, because you can’t afford for him to be sick.
You can’t afford to lose him.
You don’t want to be alone.
You need him and you love him.
Relax. Deep breath. Yoongi’s soft eyes meet yours, and you do your best to steady your thoughts and your breathing. An anxiety attack won’t solve anything.
“I think that’s a good idea,” he says with a smile, grabbing your hand and tracing light circles in your palm. “It’s okay. It will be okay.”
You pack up the rest of your things and start the trek towards the Capital. You don’t want to enter the Capital itself, knowing The New World Order’s presence makes survival there impossible. Your best bet is a suburb with a good doctor.
Hand in hand, you walk, one foot after the other. Many breaks for water and pee breaks make progress slow. You have to set up camp again, and the days stretch into weeks. The journey on foot is grueling, and the scenery is a bleak reminder of the war—cracked roads, sand and dirt, burnt patches, and ash-covered areas. You hate it, the stark contrast to the life before the war, but it’s also how you met Yoongi. At least one good thing came out of it.
You don’t know how long you’ve been walking, but at least you have each other, unlike the last time you ventured out for safety. Both of you are immensely tired, feet sore, but then you spot it in the distance: a small city just before the Capital.
The Capital and its surrounding cities have been rebuilt since the war, their new structures futuristic looking; cold and distant. You miss the comforting feel of home.
“You see it too, right? It’s not just my mind playing tricks on me?” you ask in disbelief, eyes fixed on the city ahead.
“It’s there, you’re not crazy, love,” Yoongi chuckles beside you, his hand still in yours as you will your bodies to make it to the city.
It’s small, barely more than a dirt road flanked by a few buildings. Calling it a city or even a town would be a stretch. As you walk through the deserted streets, hope wanes. Suddenly, a tall, muscular man with black hair steps into your path, and you collide with him.
You bump your head against his chest and groan, muttering an apology. When you look up, you see one of the softest faces you’ve ever seen on a man.
“No, it’s okay. It was my fault. I walked out in front of you,” he apologizes, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. You feel Yoongi’s hand freeze in yours, and you turn to see what’s wrong. His expression is one of sheer disbelief, as if he’s seen a ghost.
“Kook?” he utters, eyes wide with unmistakable recognition.
The stranger’s eyes widen, and then he bursts into a broad smile, opening his arms to embrace Yoongi. “Hyung!” he cries, tears streaming down his face as he squeezes Yoongi so tightly you fear he might break a few bones.
“You’re alive?” Yoongi asks, happiness lacing his voice as they step back from each other.
“Yeah!” Jungkook grins, his eyes soft and proud. “I made a survivalist camp. There are a few of us here; you’re welcome to join us.”
“Wow. We looked for you after the bombs. Went to your house, but it was destroyed. I thought the worst. But fuck, I’m so glad to see you again,” Yoongi says, tears in his eyes as he hugs Jungkook again, unwilling to let go now that he’s found him.
“I was fine. I made it out before things got bad,” Jungkook says, turning his gaze towards you.
Yoongi, sensing Jungkook’s curiosity, introduces you. “This is my better half. If we could get married in this time and age, I’d call her my wife.”
You blush at his words, knowing them to be true. Officially getting married is nearly impossible now, with the risk of exposing yourselves by going into the Capital for a license. You don’t need a label to know what you mean to each other.
“Oh, how cute! You survived the apocalypse together?” Jungkook asks, still smiling as he gestures for you to follow him.
“You could say that,” you reply, smiling as Yoongi tugs you along to follow Jungkook.
Jungkook leads you through the sandy street to a larger house in better shape than the others. Out front, a few cars and a motorcycle catch your eye; their sleek, futuristic design makes you wonder if they’re from the Capital. “This way,” Jungkook says, opening the door to the big house. Inside, the air is fresh and clean, the walls a washed white, the wooden floorboards creaking under your feet.
“Welcome to Whalien52,” he announces proudly. You hear rumbling noises and turn to see a group of guys rushing out from a nearby room, stopping in their tracks when they spot you and Yoongi.
Jungkook laughs. “This is the rest of the gang,” he says, pointing to the rowdy group now chuckling among themselves. You give them a small wave.
“Our resistance group is quite small, but each of us has a different skill set that comes in handy when dealing with The New World Order. Let me introduce everyone,” Jungkook says, beaming with pride as he highlights each member.
“This is Namjoon. He handles all our tech stuff,” he says, pointing to a tall man with silver hair who smiles at you.
“Excuse me, you have tech?” you ask in disbelief. It’s been so long since you’ve seen proper technology, let alone held your phone. Speaking of which, you haven’t seen your phone in years, probably left behind when the war started.
“Yeah, we make our own,” Namjoon says with a smile.
“Anyway,” Jungkook clears his throat, “this is Jimin. He’s our stealth and assassination guy.” He points to a man about the same height as Yoongi, with pink hair.
You gulp, realizing how invaluable such a skill would be against The New World Order.
“This is Taehyung. He’s our resident handyman,” Jungkook says, introducing another tall man, this one with blue hair.
“This is Hoseok. He’s the one who plans our missions and does recon,” Jungkook continues, pointing to a man with red hair.
“And lastly,” Jungkook says, pointing to a tall man with broad shoulders and a lab coat, “this is Jin. He’s a doctor.”
The introductions settle in, each name and role adding a layer of hope and security you haven’t felt in ages. Here, amidst the cracked roads and remnants of the old world, is a pocket of resistance, a flicker of defiance against the oppressive new order. You realize this group, this place, could be the sanctuary you and Yoongi have been desperately seeking.
Your eyes almost sparkle at the mention of Jin being a doctor, and relief floods you—maybe you don’t have to keep walking in search of help.
“Nice to meet you all,” Yoongi says, waving weakly and coughing. You notice Jin raising an eyebrow and moving closer to Yoongi.
“That cough doesn’t sound normal. How long have you had it?” Jin inquires, his eyes scrutinizing Yoongi.
“Yeah. But recently it’s gotten worse,” Yoongi admits, his voice hoarse and raspy.
“Come with me. I’ll check you out,” Jin says, gesturing for Yoongi to follow him into what looks like a makeshift clinic room. Yoongi lets go of your hand, and you spot a couch nearby. Sinking into it, you're grateful to be somewhere safe, with a roof over your head. Jungkook sits beside you, explaining how his camp started as a literal campfire gathering for war survivors, evolving into a resistance when they uncovered the government's dark secrets and withheld information.
Time seems to blur as Yoongi is examined. When he finally emerges, his face is pale, eyes hollow. Panic grips you as you rush to him, grabbing his hands. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Apparently... I have cancer,” Yoongi states blankly. Tears spill down your cheeks. This is your worst fear come to life. You cling to him, shaking your head in denial.
Jin steps out, his expression somber and apologetic. “I’m sorry for the bad news. Y/N, I think we should check you too. You’ve also been exposed to radiation,” he explains. You look into Yoongi’s eyes, seeing a mix of sadness, anger, and determination.
Biting your lip, you kiss his cheek, then follow Jin into the patient room. The air feels heavy with despair, but also with a flicker of hope. Here, among these survivors, you might find a way to fight back against the darkness that has consumed your world.
Jin examines you thoroughly, running blood tests and scans with machines you haven’t seen in years—machines you thought had been lost in the war. Perhaps Namjoon built them? You don’t ask. Fear keeps you silent, dread pooling in your stomach. What if you’re sick too? What if Yoongi is going to die?
Jin finishes his tests and leads you back to Yoongi. His face is grave as he begins to speak. “Y/N has breast cancer,” he says, frustration evident in his voice.
“But I don’t feel sick,” you protest, though you know it’s futile.
“It seems to be in the early stages,” Jin assures you. You grab Yoongi’s hand, seeking comfort.
“Yoongi has thyroid cancer, and it’s more advanced,” Jin continues, finally sitting down on a stool.
“What can we do? Is there a treatment or cure?” you ask, your voice trembling. You know cancer treatments exist, but in this world, such things seem out of reach—hoarded by The New World Order.
“There is,” Jimin says, stepping forward. His pink hair contrasts sharply with the bleak surroundings. “The New World Order has a cure for cancer, but they keep it tightly guarded.”
“They only care about themselves,” Hoseok grunts, rolling his eyes in disdain.
“Those people are selfish, hoarding information and research,” Namjoon says, clenching his fists. “Information should be free, not hidden behind a paywall.”
“It’s not even a paywall, Joon,” Jungkook interjects. “It’s exclusive to the elite. They don’t care about the rest of us.”
“Can we get this cure?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain.
“We can try. We don’t agree with their methods, and this cure is crucial. Many people are suffering from cancer due to radiation exposure,” Jungkook says, his hands clenching into fists. You notice the tattoos lining them, symbols of resilience and defiance.
“This is too much to ask,” Yoongi says, shaking his head.
“No, it isn’t, hyung. I want to help you and everyone else. This is our mission, right, Jimin?” Jungkook turns to Jimin, his eyes glinting with determination.
“Yeah,” Jimin replies, his voice light but resolute. “Let’s steal the cure and save humanity.”
In that moment, hope sparks within you. This ragtag group, against all odds, might just have the courage and skill to challenge The New World Order and reclaim the future.
→ The story continues in the spinoff ‘Whalien52’ (pjm x reader)
(it’s not the same reader though and Yoongi and this reader features in it)
→ Author’s note(2): I’m not entirely pleased with this sequel, because I had a hard time figuring out how much I should say, and again, I felt like most would be the same, lol— like what more can happen while the world is ending? Maybe I’m just not creative enough. I’m really in a tough spot with my writing, but I’m really trying, but I feel like everything is crap… Anyway, I think it works perfectly to set up the other part (spinoff) 🤷 Also; a big shoutout and thank you to @manipulatedstars for having the idea to make Jungkook run a survivalist camp 🥳💜
📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader
📍Summary: "Convince me"
📍WC: 3k
📍AU: detective/mafia
📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance, smut
📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, smut, oral (fem receiving) thigh riding, pentration with no barrier, body piercings
📍Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society
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The kiss was different from the one in the club, probably because he knew who you were this time, but just as breathtaking. Slow and dip, his thick lips softer than you remember and easier to get lost in. You could remember Yunho’s lips just as vividly, wondering if he would kiss you like this as well.
He wasn’t the one you should be thinking about, and you couldn’t once Mingi deepened the kiss, letting out a gravelly noise that went straight to the fog building in your head. You could feel yourself being guided back until your calves hit the couch. With a hand on your hip he guided you down to the cushions and you didn’t mind one bit, especially when his tongue asked for entrance and you obliged.
He could do anything to you right now and you probably would let him.
The realization startled you, but you couldn’t deny it, not as his lips moved to your neck and his large hands ran up your sides, loosening your clothes. “Mingi~” You sighed sweetly when he found a sensitive spot, responding by latching on and sucking to pull a low moan from you.
The sound shifted things, Mingi’s hands and mouth becoming more desperate as he hovered over you. “Can I take this off?” He tugged at the buttons on your work shirt despite undoing one to kiss along your collarbone.
You nodded, reaching for his own shirt. “Take it all off Mingi.” It was sweet of him to ask, but you weren’t looking for sweet despite his somewhat confession. After listening to the sounds he made while fucking for so long, after driving your libido insane with the thoughts of him making such sounds for you, now that he was at your fingertips you wanted to indulge. “You want to, right?”
“Fuck yes-” He breathed out, fingers snapping the buttons open one by one with quick precission as he shifted above you. You pulled his shirt up as soon as the last button was undone, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He helped you out of yours before leaning back to admire for a moment.
You did the same, breath caught in your throat as your eyes ran down the expanse of his torso; he was lean, toned, and gorgeous. The tattoos he had on his lower abdomen, two flags with the poles running along the line of his V and pointed to his dick, had you smirking a bit. “That proud of what you have in your pants?”
He tore his eyes from your chest to glance down, smirking as you ran a finger over one of the flags. They looked more like pirate flags, each with a different letter. B and P. Was he that cocky? Two flags like a finish line for his big penis? Better yet, how true was it? “Mm, you want to see?” He tugged at the waistband of his jeans, but from the bulge that was already there you assumed it wasn’t a lie.
You definitely wanted to see, sitting up on your elbows as he leaned back, working open his jeans and exposing the black boxers beneath, a noticeable wet spot already there. You squeezed your thighs together, tongue darting out to lick your suddenly dry lips.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, pulling it out but not down, only teasing you of it before letting his slap back to his skin with a chuckle. “Not yet Princess, I want to see more of you first.”
“No, you should give me what I want first.” You protested, teasing back as you met his gaze. “You have to convince me you know.”
Mingi licked his lips, gaze darkening at your eager teasing. “I had another way in mind of convincing you, but you have to lose those pants first.” He tapped your thigh, eyes now burning a figurative hole where your hole was, his fingers running a trail up your thigh to the button of your slacks. “May I?”
Despite already giving him permission, you were touched he asked again. “Very well, show me what all your talk is about. I want to know if those women were faking it or you really could get them screaming.”
His lips spread into a wide wicked grin as he tugged your pants off, arching down to steal a kiss, teeth tugging on your bottom lip. “I knew you were curious.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching a hand to comb your fingers through his dark hair. “By nature I always am.” You followed him to capture his lips in a kiss this time, a surprised but happy sound leaving him as you did. He kept your lips together in a kiss that quickly heated up, becoming messy and needy as he peeled off the rest of your clothes except your underwear, leaning back and holding you onto his thigh.
You let out a whine when you felt that his jeans were still on, the noise turning to a moan when he pulled you along the expanse of his thigh, rubbing your clothed core against the fabric. “I haven’t stopped thinking about this, the way you fucked yourself on my thigh.” He muttered against your lips, voice husky with desire. “Couldn’t stop picturing you doing the same movements but impaled on my cock, wondering how tight your pretty pussy would be.”
His admissions had your hips moving on their own despite his hands on your thighs guiding you. His fingers kneaded your flesh, almost in sync with the way you gripped the hair at the back of his skull and his shoulder, the touches urging you both on. Not as much as the way his thigh felt beneath you, adding pressure against your clit and angling your hips just right that as you dragged your hips down it had your breath hitching and small moans escaping.
He swallowed each and every one in the messy kiss, saliva smeared against your lips and chin and stringing between you both. The more you kissed, the more desperate your hips became and the harder he pulled you against his thigh until you couldn’t focus on his lips on yours anymore. You pulled your head away to look down and watch the way he dragged you against his thick muscular thigh.
“Fuck look at that-” Mingi was watching as well, cursing at the wet patch that had grown on his jeans, your underwear no better as you were so wet, and so damn close. With his deep voice right there in your ear you responded with a moan, nails digging into his back. “You want to come, Princess? Want to soak my pants even more? Go on, I want to feel you do it, show me how you’re about to ride my fucking face.”
How could you hold back when he said that right against the shell of your ear, a husky whisper that had you gushing into your underwear and crying out for him. Your nails dug into his flesh, pulling a low pulled out groan from him as he littered your neck in open mouthed sloppy kisses, holding you on his thigh as it flexed under you. “Such a good girl.”
You trembled slightly, under his kisses, muscles tense from your climax as he leaned you back, lips trailing lower. When they latched onto your nipple, you were brought back to reality quickly with a sharp gasp. “Mingi-”
“Yes?” His breath was hot against your flesh, looking up at you as his tongue circled your hardened peak.
“I liked these undies, now you have them ruined.” You puffed out, gripping his shoulders and pushing him back. “So on your back.”
He chuckled and obliged, clearly smug as he flicked his tongue out for you.
You rolled your eyes but was grinning as you stepped off, glancing at the large wet spot you did leave on his jeans. “Pants off, I want to see now and it’s only fair you get to be naked with me.”
Mingi tucked his thumbs in his waistbands and quickly pushed both articles of clothing down and off, kicking them to the floor before he was stroking his dick a second later- which was definitely big. It was hard not to drool as you wiggled out of your underwear as well, adding them to the pile of his clothes. “So do I have a right to be cocky about it?”
“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, reaching out to run a finger along the red leaking velvety tip of his cock, then down, simply just admiring the size of his dick. Your breath hitched when you noticed a glint at the base of his cock, right above his ball sack. “You know that actually fits.” But fuck did it have your inner walls clenching in anticipation.
As your finger touched the warm metal, Mingi’s hand came down on your bare ass with a slap, kneading it a second later and chuckling at the sound you made. “Couldn’t help it with it in my face like that. Come here, I told you what was next.”
With a puff of air from your nose you turned back to him, climbing onto the sofa and taking note of his overly eager expression. “I was going to suggest riding that pretty cock of yours.”
“Maybe later, this is about you getting drowned in the pleasure I give you, not the other way around.” He guided your cunt to hover over his mouth, both hands on your rear. “So use my tongue baby, I want to drown in your taste.”
Hearing him talk to you like this instead of his usual jabs and teasing humor was a welcome change. As long as it wasn’t any of that fake concern or niceties, you wanted only genuine behavior from him. From them. And he was so genuine about how much he wanted to drown in your taste. As soon as your pussy was attached to his lips he gripped your thighs and held you down on his mouth as he devoured you like a starved man.
With the experienced tongue of a glutton.
You fell forward a bit, gripping the arm of the couch and moaning from how deep his thick tongue was inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with such perfect motion you knew he was doing it on purpose. “F-fuck Mingi-” It was hard to tease him about how eager he was when he was fucking you so well.
His nails dug into the flesh of your thighs leaving small crescents in their wake, dragging your body along his mouth much like he had with his thigh. So damn good. Almost too damn good. You were practically putty above him, no kisses to devour your soft moans and gasps, the rise and fall of your breath with each perfectly timed rub of his nose or his tongue shoved in to fill you up, your pussy soaking up his moans only escaping whenever you rocked your hips just a bit too far. It was almost not enough, but also just enough.
He had your thighs trembling and stomach in knots before long, but when you got close he stopped, turning his mouth to your inner thigh and pressing a soft kiss, chuckling at the desperate whine you let out at the loss of your approaching climax. “Dammit Mingi why did you- oh~” Your protests turned to a moan as he pushed two long fingers into you, using them to spread you out while his lips locked onto your sensitive bud.
He was sucking with the intention of making you cum, but it was the sight of him staring up at you from between your legs with a dazed look in his eyes as if he was pussy drunk that had the high snapping free. You gripped his hair tightly, riding his fingers as you cried out and held him there while you soaked his mouth.
He licked you clean before pulling away, careful not to rub your clit too much as he did. You were trying to catch your breath, releasing his hair and sitting back on his chest as he kissed along your thigh, down to the inside of your knee, all while looking up at you. “Think you can handle my cock now?”
You shivered with excitement, glancing over your shoulder to take in the size of his cock. He had stretched you out a bit with his fingers, and you were already two orgasms deep but yes… you wanted him inside. “Condom?” You inquired, glancing back down at him. You didn’t have one, since you had no idea you’d be getting fucked anytime soon.
“I have plenty in my apartment- fuck.” He broke his statement off with a hiss, lifting his head to see you stroking him. “I can go- Princess you are making this hard.”
You enjoyed teasing him, taking in the way his breath hitched when you tugged on his cock just right, the way his hips jolted when your thumb ran over his tip, but mostly the way he lost whatever thought he was speaking whenever you touched the piercing at the base of his cock. So it made him sensitive?
“Are you clean?” You had your birth control, but were more worried about anything you might catch with how often he sleeps around.
“Yes but- Oh fucking hell.” His mouth fell open as you pushed in his tip, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still. “Are you sure about this?” He panted out but his gaze was hyperfocused on the way your pussy stretched around his cock, the way it pulled him in more and more despite his hesitation.
You lifted a brow, circling your hips and taking him in bit by bit, pleased with the way his hands gripped your flesh tighter. “Stop questioning me before I change my mind.” Huffing again, your hands flat on his chest, you pushed him the rest of the way in, momentarily losing yourself to the intense pleasure that shot through you, causing your legs to tremble and breathe heavy.
Mingi wasn’t much better off, heavy pants leaving his parted lips as he looked more fucked out than before, nails nearly breaking your skin from how tightly he was gripping you and cock throbbing inside you. You felt so full, moving a hand to just under your navel where you swore you could feel him inside, right there. It was almost too painful, but that little bit of pain just spurred you on.
You didn’t want for him to adjust, just that you adjusted enough, before twisting your hips in circles while rising up, then back down, repeating it while he tried to stop you, only to get lost in the pleasure. The first whine he let out was intoxicating, and you were determined to hear more. Much more.
That was hard to do when every movement you made his cock was hitting all the right places.
Mingi could tell apparently, your movements getting sloppy as your climax approached, so he gripped you still and began thrusting up into you. You were bouncing on his cock in seconds, cries tumbling from your mouth as the pleasure shot through you with each stroke. You let a high pitched cry you weren’t familiar with making before as your climax hit, much stronger than the previous times.
“Fuck you look better than I thought you would. Perfect fucking tits bouncing like this, tight fucking pussy that’s going to have me hooked.” He drawled out in a husky tone, panting between words.
You could barely register what he was saying, too deep in the ecstasy he was giving you.
“You sound better too. Come on Princess, cry out for who’s fucking you so good.” The pace became even more brutal, cock head hitting the back of your cervix with ease, walls tight on his cock trying to milk him for all he was worth.
How could you not call out for him when he most definitely was fucking you so damn good you might be the one hooked. “Mingi! Mingi- mingi fuck Mingi!” Like a chant his name fell from your lips, bringing your hands up to cup your breasts and pull and pinch the nipples for him.
He liked the show enough to pull you down and latch his lips onto the least abused peak, moaning against your flesh while the different angle had you seeing stars when you came almost instantly.
It had been awhile since you fucked someone but had it always been this good? Always been so euphoric and blissful? Always had your vision blurry when you came and so hard that both of your thighs felt soaked? No, this was entirely Mingi and his big fucking cock that had you drooling and grinning like a fool.
Hearing him moan out your name lowly against your ear a moment later while he filled up your womb with his seed had the tears over overstimulation falling, but you were too blissed out to care.
Hell you were too blissed out to remember anything else that had happened that day, or why you had suddenly given into the man when he had technically been a dick to you and had shown no interest in you but sexual and that was only because of what happened in the club.
None of that filtered through your mind as you collapsed against him, his cock still pulsating inside you even as it was spent. Both of you had been too caught up to even think about where he would cum, but you were glad it was inside. It felt… possessive.
His hands ran up and down your body, labored breathing slowly returning to normal but your head still felt quite light. “Mingi?” You still found yourself calling out for him.
“Yes?” He kissed your shoulder and you can tell he was smiling.
“I think… I need some more convincing.” You mumbled after a moment, pushing yourself up and grinning down at him.
He looked up at you incredulously before grinning. “I’m supposed to be resting for a few days… I promise to have you thoroughly convinced by then.”
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You were more than a little disappointed that San wasn’t there the next day, but confused over your mixed feelings over Mingi and Yunho’s absence. But as that one day turned into a week, you were getting concerned.
No it wasn’t because you wanted to invite San back to your place, or confront the two giants on what they did in the bathroom, hoping to have some answers to your own feelings, but because you were genuinely worried.
Seonghwa didn’t help with your nerves one bit, spending a good amount of time with him over the week, as well as a forced training session with Jongho. Your ass still hurt from the number of times he happily knocked your ass on the mat. It was only thanks to Seonghwa’s presence that he wasn’t a total ass, actually listening to the Vice-Captain and keeping his comments mild. The unnerving part was the way Seonghwa seemed on edge.
Something Jongho had commented on when he had forgotten your presence.
So by the next Saturday you were on edge all over again, the release San had given you felt wasted. Of course admiring how pretty Seonghwa was in a blank tank, showing off the neck tattoos you had spotted peeking from the collar of his turtlenecks and button up, did not help there. Or the fact you spotted a hint of ink peeking out of the back of Jongho’s shirt, a deadly combination with how thick the man was.
If you were pissed off enough you might have suggested a hate fuck. With his strength you were sure it would’ve left you bruised up and sore in all the right ways.
You might have been a little too excited when Wooyoung popped his head around the corner to startle you at your desk. “There’s my favorite Goddess. Miss me?”
Laughing, you smiled, “Can’t say that I have. Haven’t seen your handsome face around enough.”
“Oh but I am handsome-” He stood up straight and called back loudly “hear that?! She thinks I’m handsome. Beat that fuckers!” His attention was back on you as soon as you started laughing louder. “Mm San was right, that's a pretty sound.”
You couldn’t help but get a bit flustered, realizing San talked about you. “Is he here?”
“Unfortunately he got booted to bedrest back at our apartment. So my company better be enough.”
“You can’t hog her to yourself.” Hongjoong called, stepping around Wooyoung and looking you over. “I hope Seonghwa kept you busy.”
Rolling your eyes, you replied “Not enough. Sparring with the asshat who has some vendetta against me wasn’t much fun. Is it just San that’s not back?”
“Are you that eager to see him?” Wooyoung actually pouted, taking a step closer to you and setting his hands on your thighs. “Come on, get to know me a bit, Goddess. We can make it a physical activity.”
It definitely crossed your mind to take him up on that offer, after what you let San do to you, the images he encouraged in your mind, all it would take is a simple yes.
The two of them could tell you were seriously thinking about it, Wooyoung’s smirk widening as he ran his hands up your thighs more. Hongjoong watched curiously, taking a step to the side to get a better view. “Well?”
With a sigh, you shook your head. “Maybe another time.” Patting both of his hands you peeled them off you and pushed him back in the same motion that you stood up. “Do I get to hear about where everyone has been the last week or am I excluded for that?”
You weren’t happy at all as their expression fell just enough to know the answer to that. “Not entirely. There was an increase of Green Viper activity, so Wooyoung needed San for that. We had to deal with some altercations between them and the Red Wolves. It’s mostly paperwork the rest of us need to fill out.” Hongjoong tried to mend but you knew differently, you still didn’t have enough trust to know.
It irked you, but you understood. You didn’t trust all of them fully either, in fact the only one you could confidently say would have your back in a fight was San. Some of them were questionable, would definitely like your back in their bed, but otherwise you were still an outsider of sorts. “Can I leave then? I’m still a bit bruised up from Jongho’s stupid ass.”
“Aww, you don’t want to be around me?” Wooyoung pouted, reaching for you again but you pushed past just as Hongjoong pulled him away. “When do I get to work with her Captain?”
Hongjoong offered you a friendly smile, still trying to ease the tension that had formed between the three of you. “That’s something we can talk about. It’ll take a few days, so if you can take those days to rest. We’ll give you a call to come in and brief you but let us get it all set up.”
“Yeah sure, whatever.” You started grabbing your things, pissed off. A week you sat around and worried about them and they got back just to send you off and have you swindle your thumbs at home? Seriously?
“Firecracker…” Hongjoong followed you to the door, grabbing your hand and stopping you. “Don’t be upset, it’s not on purpose and it’s not because of what you think.”
You ripped your arm out of his, glancing over your shoulder just to glare at him. “Sure it isn’t. I know I haven’t earned my place yet, but it’s been over a month Captain.”
“I know I know. But you have. It’s just, we have to rework some things after this incident and figure out where best to put you. Not to keep you out of our way but where you would be the most useful. Where you do make a difference and shine the most.” He reached up, cupping your cheek and turning you more towards him. “I believe you’ll do wonders here Firecracker, but integrating you into the work we have built up over years is going to take some time. Alright?”
It was a wonder how he said just what you needed to hear, and you could believe him too. The man, while neutral about your presence so far, has provided you with ample opportunity to prove yourself. And when you did, he acknowledged your skills.
Relaxing a bit more, you leaned into his hand, looking up at him. “Alright Captain.” You mumbled, pulling away and clearing your throat when you realized how soft you just were. It felt good to be acknowledged for your work, especially from Hongjoong, Captain of the unit you were having a hard time with.
He was most certainly not looking at you as if you were just a member of his unit though, not like a Captain should. It threw you off, glancing back at Wooyoung and waving. “Next time handsome, maybe you can convince me of getting to know you better that way.”
You left before either could reply.
The short walk home was ample time to actually think over the interaction. You found yourself comparing Hongjoong to Chan, knowing where Hongjoong was teasing or lenient, Chan was not. Chan looked out for you, showed his concern for you but always as Captain of the unit. It was always the unit over you.
Hongjoong hadn’t done any of that. He had concern for the unit, sure, but he was giving you a chance, eager to see you prove yourself. And the way he had comforted and reassured you, the way he touched you… that wasn’t what you were used to.
You weren’t sure what to make of it, but arriving at your apartment building and seeing your previous Captain there was some shitty timing. Did you just manifest him with your thoughts? You wish you could manifest him away.
He stood up straighter when you approached, relief on his features as he called out your name.
“Did I not make myself clear last time? I don't want to talk to you or see you or anything.” You pushed past him, putting in the code and moving inside.
“What if I say this is about Felix?” He followed after you, which truly aggravated you a bit. He was usually respectful, even when upset, so this was out of character for him.
Huffing you ignored him as best you can as you climbed up the stairs. Why the fuck was he following you? “Then Felix can talk to me about it himself. You aren’t his fucking parent Christopher.”
He called out your name again, still not leaving you alone, reaching out to grab your wrist instead. “Can we please just talk?”
“No! And I don’t know why you insist we do! You hurt me Chan, you know you did.” You snarled out, ripping your hand out of his grip as you moved up the stairs faster.
At first he didn’t follow you, but as you turned up the landing towards the next flight of stairs, you saw him skipping steps to catch up. “And I want to make it up to you!”
“Why?” You turned on your heel quickly once you reached the top of the stairs, glaring up at him. “I’m not a part of your unit anymore Chan! I’m nothing to you.”
He looked taken aback, stuttering over his breath over something to say but you could see the hurt in his eyes. It had your ire spiking, after all he wasn’t the one who paid for his decision.
Scoffing, you turned to head to your door, with every intent of locking him out and calling the security at the front. You hadn’t seen him at the desk so you assumed he was making his rounds. You wanted Chan gone, especially before the tears that burned behind your eyes fell.
He wasn’t making it easy, stopping you again by moving in front of you. “Please listen to me.”
“No.” You sidestepped.
He blocked you. “Dammit, please.”
“I don’t want to, Chan! You had plenty of time to explain yourself!” To the other side.
He was there to block you again, grabbing your biceps to hold you still, pleading out your name. “I thought you would understand!”
You stiffened, glaring up at him. You remembered clearly how the last conversation you had with him before he handed you the transfer form- the tension between you two in your kitchen: you in his shirt while he was shirtless sporting a hickey you were sure you had given him the night before. The reminder had your chest tight. “I do understand Chan. You chose the unit over me. You couldn’t have me around after what I did. Didn’t have the fucking balls to turned me down after I confessed?”
“No! Fuck that isn’t it at all! This got so fucked up I’m sorry” he pleaded with you.
But you were having none of it, struggling in his grip. “Stop trying to save your ass. You rejected me, in probably the shittiest fucking way asshat.”
“I’m not I just- please I just want to explain myself to you. You can hate me all you want after I just… it wasn’t because of your confession. I promise, please-” He held you still as you tried to push past him again, the tears brimming your eyes.
“You’re not giving me a damn choice so just out with it already! Criticize my work, tell me how I’m too emotional and I get too invested. How I cost you something stupid because I gave a fuck about you as a man!” You yelled, your own emotions clouding your judgment even now, which frustrated you as it proved what you were saying.
“None of that is true dammit! I didn’t give you the transfer because of your confession! I turned you down at the time because you were drunk and I wanted you to be sober when I told you I loved you.” He raised his voice, a tremble in his tone. “I love you trouble. I wanted a real relationship with you and I didn’t think I could have that if we were in the unit together. I was already being pressured about your behavior and I just thought it was a small price to pay, okay?”
You gawked at him, completely thrown off by his sudden confession. He was sincere, you could see that, but you were as far from elated to hear about his feelings as you could be. “A broken heart is a small price to pay when you aren’t the one who paid it! You are the one who gives a damn about separating work from pleasure. Your morals cost me everything I cared about Chan!” You pushed at him, the tears beginning to flow freely down your cheeks. “It’s too fucking late, I’m done with you! Just leave me alone, I’m not a part of your unit anymore and I’m not someone you have to care about. You love me? Then suffer while I live without you.”
His devastation was obvious on his features, pain in his eyes, but you didn’t feel the least built guilty. If he had you transferred out just so he could pursue you romantically without having to sacrifice anything- you didn’t feel a least bit guilty. “I loved you Christopher BangChan. Past tense. I don’t anymore. You hurt me in a way I never ever thought you could. I don’t need you any more. Don’t want you anymore.” You sobbed out, pulling away.
You never saw it coming, never heard the door or his footsteps, just that when Chan pleaded your name again, a fist connected to his jaw. Now facing a tall and familiar back.
“Do you intend to make her cry even more? Beat it fucker, you heard her loud and clear.” Mingi snarled at him, standing protectively before you.
Under any other circumstances, you would have been miffed that he came to your defense. He had been a dick to you since the beginning, making him untrustworthy, or at least you had said he was. So why were you trusting him now? Finding comfort in his heroics?
Were you just that done with Chan that any assistance was welcome? Even from Mingi?
“This isn’t your business.” Chan hissed, but you could tell from the tremble in his tone he was pissed. Pissed and hurt.
“It damn well is when it’s my girl you’re touching and making her cry.” Mingi reached behind him, placing his hand on your hip protectively. You leaned into the touch, gripping the back of his shirt. “Head to your apartment Buttercup, I’ll be there in a moment.” He softened his tone considerably, the deep rumble reverberating down your spine.
This was a battle you were happy to hand over. “Make it quick.” You added for Chan’s benefit before rushing around to your apartment. You didn’t look at Chan, didn’t want to meet his questioning gaze that you could feel.
The second your door was shut you could hear harsh muttering in Mingi’s deep voice. You couldn’t make out what was said, but you didn’t want to know. Taking a deep breath you wiped away the tears and started getting comfortable in your apartment, asking questions you didn’t have a chance to ask a second ago.
How did he find your apartment? Why had he brought up Felix? What really happened the night you confessed?
Why had Mingi come to your defense… better yet why were you happy he did?
Setting your suit jacket on top of your bag you sighed, feeling worn out and dejected. You couldn’t help but think of Hongjoong again, how he had reassured you earlier. He said things you wished Chan would’ve said. He encouraged you to grow, and instead of asking you to change to fit into the unit, it sounded like he was changing things so that you would fit them.
How hard would it have been for Chan to admit his feelings before? Talk it over with you like an adult. His love didn’t mean he had to play favorites. It didn’t mean he couldn’t be your boss. Why did he expect you to change to fit him?
You were crying again when you turned at the sound of the door, Mingi bowing his head in apology. “I’m sorry about that Buttercup.” He froze when he lifted his head, spotting the tears in your eyes. He strode over easily with his long legs, brow furrowed in concern. “Fuck I should’ve kicked him in the balls. Or aimed for the eyes for permanent damage.” He grumbled to himself, whipping your tears away while you gawked up at him.
“Mingi?” Slowly you grabbed his hands, breath hitching when his gaze met yours. You couldn’t see an ounce of hatred or distaste, or anything other than care for you and anger on your behalf.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how painful this had been for you. I just thought you pissed your boss off I didn’t know-” He swallowed hard, suddenly bashful as he averted his eyes. His ears were tinged with color, tongue running over his thick lips like they were dry.
“Why does it matter? Why come to my figurative rescue. I don’t want to be some damsel in-”
He interrupted you, “That’s not it! I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. The pain in your tone and how he was treating you. The fucker chose his career, his good morals, over you? How fucking stupid could he be. You’re a damn fine detective, and you hold your own plenty well.” He dropped his hands, even more flustered after his compliments.
You lifted a brow, heart racing in your chest. This bashful side of him was unexpected, but cute. “You sound like you like me, Mingi. Were all those insults your flirting?” You teased in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“I uh… maybe?” You weren’t expecting that, at all. But he was towering over you and flustered, looking almost innocent with his pleading boba eyes. “Would you reject me if I did like you? If I did want you?”
You licked your lips slowly, his eyes following the movement. Considering the thoughts you had of him lately, was rejection even an option.
In answer you brought his hands to your hips, looking up at him as you stepped closer. “Depends on how well you convince me that you do want me.”
He was confused at first, catching on as your arms wrapped around his neck. “Gladly” was all he rumbled before his lips were on yours.
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