cw & tags: 1,7k words | fluff, pwp, smut | heavy on smoking!! drug usage, shotgunning, spit kink, making out, dryhumping, spanking, labia play, oral sex f!receiving, dirty talking, cursing, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dom & sub undertones, petnames, cum play, cum eating, squirting.
synopsis: you obviously knew how different baekhyun would be compared to your previous lover, but his lighthearted demeanor paired with your new, unlabeled relationship made it so fun to just smoke, mess around, and find out how just much you were missing out.
author's notes: hi angels!! welcome to my first little drabble of the year ♡ i'm glad to be back with an idea that ocurred to me after that seeing that video, mixed in with amazing requests over my inbox. thank you for waiting! i hope this fits what you have envisioned, since i'm really happy with the end result.
DISCLAIMER | PLEASE READ!!! : this is an obvious work of fiction made by a fan for other fans, and is in no way, shape, or form, intended to defame, demean, or degrade baekhyun and/or violate his privacy, nor engage in any attempts to do so. thank you.
if you were to rate baekhyun against all your other friends when it came to smoking and chilling, he most definitely was your favorite. maybe you were a bit biased, because ever since you broke up with your previous boyfriend, the lines of your friendship with baekhyun have blurred completely. it all started with a few handsy hugs the day you two met after an exhausting break up, and before you knew it, you'd developed a light, freeing, unlabeled relationship with a guy that understood you way more than you realized.
you digressed, since you haven't had this much fun in a while, and your boyfriend never really liked smoking with you, so having sex while being high was completely out of the picture. but with baekhyun on the other hand? the guy was a stoner. and you thought that in the most flattering way.
you giggled when his left hand slipped down your body to grab your ass through your clothes, his lips separating from yours to take another drag from the joint, grinning mischievously.
"gimme." you said, hands caressing both of his cheeks before he parted his lips to blow the smoke into your mouth. you inhaled it with a hum, kissing him again, helping with his pants since his hand was busy with the blunt. he breathed out in arousal, letting his spit drop into your mouth with a grin when you instantly swallowed it.
baekhyun groaned when you cupped him tightly through his boxers, his already hard cock jumping out when you pulled the clothing down to his thighs. you ground against him, taking a drag yourself of the same joint.
the smoke burned through your lungs in that delicious, familiar manner that made you relax, and at the same time want to fuck. baekhyun pulled your leggings down, hissing when he felt your wetness.
as much as you two explored each other's bodies through touching and making out, there were some things that baekhyun wanted to try with you. who was he kidding, he wanted to do everything with you. he couldn't even picture not being obsessed with you. your sounds and your body when it trembled because of his fingers or his cock.
"babe..." he whispered in your neck, watching you unfold lazily with his digits languidly circling your heat. "as much as i wanna get on with fucking you, there's something i've been wanting to do for a while."
you lean back on his lap to look at his face, gasping when he rolled your bodies. you glared at him when you almost dropped the joint on the couch, but his stare at you made your protests die before even coming out. "what is it?" you murmured, taking another drag.
he smiled, kissing down your body, stopping just before your center, which made you freeze. "wait, what are you doing?" you asked, a little surprised.
"what does it look like i'm doing? i wanna eat you out." he shrugged pushing your panties aside to tease your folds, groaning again when feeling your slick. "been thinking about it for so fucking long, too."
you shivered, swallowing dry when you thought about it. your previous sexual experiences with your last boyfriend already felt underwhelming compared to the tension you shared with baekhyun, but thinking about it, letting him go down on you made you feel vulnerable. you could already picture it feeling weird, and maybe not satisfying at all.
"you're hesitating about something. tell me." baekhyun stopped, tilting his head to read your cues. "you don't want me to go further, angel?"
you widened your eyes, your overthinking fading to hold his hand on your inner thigh. "n-no, i want this. i do, it's just—" you felt silly, but spoke out anyway. "can we just move to the actual sex....?"
baekhyun frowned, confused, but smiling. "love, this is sex. is it something to do with me eating you out?" he asked gently, caressing you.
you didn't like mentioning your ex to him, since he already had an ick about the guy, but you felt there was no way to omit this. "i... don't like it. my ex already tried it once and it's just... not for me baekhyun. i just don't think it's something i'd enjoy with anyone at this point." you looked away, slightly embarrassed.
baekhyun's shoulders briefly slumped, his lips pursing into a pout as he looked between your legs again. "oh, angel... i'm sorry you feel that way." he sighed, thinking about how he could speak his mind, "but i honestly think your ex was just a fucking mutt."
your eyes widened, snorting slightly from the word he used. "a what?" you smiled, watching him squeeze your thigh.
"what kind of boyfriend is so useless he can't even make you feel good with his mouth?" he looked at you again. "baby, i swear i don't mean to be an arrogant prick, but if it were me... you definitely wouldn't think like that."
you chuckled, flicking your tongue with a grin. "oh, is that so?" you challenged, wondering how far he'd take that claim. it made you want to let him prove himself right, especially after smoking. "you want to please me with your mouth that bad?"
baekhyun chuckled, shaking his head, stealing your blunt to take the last drag and blow smoke rings onto your cunt in a way that made you even wetter. "angel, i want to make you squirt on my face." he murmured, sniffing your pussy as his hand extended to extinguish the joint in the ashtray.
you gasped when his tongue traced your outer labia all the way up to your clit. somehow, seeing baekhyun in this position made you extremely sensitive, your brows furrowing when he grinned confidently. he didn't boast any longer, though, removing your panties completely in a rough tug to be able to spread your thighs apart. "tell me everything that feels good." he hummed.
his fingers joined in into a gentle, exploring touch, his eyes fixed on your face to pay attention to every single reaction. "fuck, you taste so sweet." his voice was husky, his praise giving you tingles.
whenever he noticed a twitch on your leg, a hitch on your breath, or a clench on your grip on his shoulder, he tried to replicate it through controlled suckling and licking. "a-ah, what—!" you stammered, blinking while quickly trying to make sense of what you were feeling.
he made out with your cunt in a languid manner, humming repeatedly, eyes closing every now and then as if savoring your taste with reverence. it was definitely unlike anything you've ever felt before, something that made your hips buck forth into his face involuntarily.
"yeah, baby? what is it, hm?" baekhyun asked lowly, squeezing your folds, sucking on your clit in a teasing manner. his fingers pushed into your cunt finally, making you jolt, your eyes widening. "just like that, angel. come on. tell me if you like it." he whispered, scissoring you, flattening his tongue on your swollen bud.
"i-i—!" you voiced, panting loudly, chest heaving when his speed quickened on you, parting your fold to press inside, licking your pussy. "yes! yes, i l-like it!" you shouted, coiling tight on the couch, the pleasure mixing in with your high.
"good fucking girl." he chuckled, fingering you with a noticeable squelch, basking into your moans. he pulled his fingers away to slap your heat, then dove in with his mouth, pressing his nose on you with a filthy look in his face. "hmph—!" he groaned, pushing your hips down with a tight grip that would surely bruise.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing white in your vision when he pushed his digits back inside, the veins of his arm popping out to essentially fuck you with three fingers at once. you words were already incomprehensible, the corners of your eyes stinging in irony from being proved wrong. this is what it was supposed to feel like, and baekhyun was the one to show it to you.
he spanked the back of your thighb as flicked his tongue again, and again on your clit, eyes dark and focused on you. "you sound so fucking beautiful. you're clamping down on my fingers, angel." he curled the tips of his digits, rubbing your sweet spot. "i can feel your orgasm. c'mon. give it to me now." his voice echoed, barely registering in your stunned mind.
you trembled, body convulsing as the high fast approached, stealing your breath in a silent scream, gushing on his face in a way that you've never done before. your vision blurred for a moment, before focusing on his awed expression while licking you clean, feeling sure that this man was a fiend.
he hummed a few more times, slurping erotically on your juices with care, stretching your ecstasy for longer to ensure your satisfaction, before pulling away with ragged breathing. "holy shit, baby." he smiled. "i guess you really needed that, huh?" he cooed, enjoying how long it took for you to finally speak.
"you—" you panted, "you're fucking insane." you spoke, weakly, looking down at yourself with a disbelieving grin.
"that's good, right? that felt good to you, right?" baekhyun asked with sudden wide eyes, blushing, almost as if he felt embarrassed for eating you out so passionately.
you blinked, then huffed, pulling him up for a kiss, shutting him up in the best way possible. he melted against you, letting out a choked groan when you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock. "yes. yes, it felt good. you're so good to me." you hummed, stroking him in a disarming way, making him whine like a puppy.
he grinned lazily, still a bit stoned, pushing his face on your neck. "hm, good. because i really could spend the day between your legs." he hummed, bucking his hips to your touch.
"what about your cock, baby? can i have it in me all day?" you whispered in his ear, wanting to repay the experience he gave to you.
baekhyun's head popped up immediately, nodding eagerly, whimpering. "ah—yes. let me fuck you, angel." he pleaded, crashing on top of you in a way that made you laugh, as both of you lost your minds together for the rest of the afternoon.
warnings!: mentions of starvation, body image, etc and a long ff ahead! dirty talk, unprotected sex and body worship.
genre: angst, smut and lil bit of fluff towards the end
summary: doyoung's girlfriend pretends that she's doing just fine with her career. but what she doesn't know, is that doyoung can see and feel right through her facade.
you're on your way home after a long day's work and shoot. not only did you have to stay in front of the camera for a good three hours, but after that you had a meeting and some paperwork to adhere to which took another two hours. you were exhausted to the core. all you wanted to do was hit the sack.
you pull into the basement's parking lot and stay in the car for a moment, heaving a sigh. as you contemplate your decisions throughout the years of being a model, tears start to escape your eyes. you didnt understand. you've had so much time to think about this, but it never occured to you other than the time when things were going rough.
which was right now.
you at there in your car, thinking about your modelling career. how it made you so happy, how it earned you millions. you were so successful. why was it all starting to fall down?
though your physical job was going well, (you had thousands of fans who supported you through anything and even your relationship, your job was what you always wanted to do and you were rich. richer than any other model your age.) why were you feeling like this? like at any time, you're going to lose it all.
you were not doing well mentally. even you knew that. but did you ever seek help? no. did you ever confide in someone? no. are you ever going to do do? no.
more and more tears slid down your face. after a few minutes to calm yourself down, you wiped your eyes and got out of the car.
you managed to greet the security guard politely and walked towards the lift. but the moment you got in, pressed the top most button and the doors closed, you fell onto the floor. sobbing histerically without making a sound. you didn't care. you didn't care about the red blinking of the cctv camera. tears and cries of pain filled the elevator.
after what felt like an eternity, you got up and mentally slapped yourself. you needed to behave. you kept your head high and walked out of the elevator to your penthouse, another of your achievements.
you put in the passcode of your lock and walked in. the lights were on. he was here. the love of her life. a sweet smell was coming from the kitchen.
'he's cooking.' you thought, while wiping your tears. you took off your heels and changed into comfortable slippers.
you walked into the living room and soon into the kitchen.
"hey love." you called out.
"hey babe!" doyoung replied to you, his back still turned towards the stove. "i'll just wrap up in a few. why don't you go freshen up? dinner will be ready."
"i'm sorry, i'm going to have to pass on that. i'm not hungry, do." you said and walked off to your room. ignoring, doyoung's gaze on your back, smile faded and eyebrows furrowed.
you stepped into the shower, washing your sorrows away. you got out and changed into your nightsuit. your wet hair damping the back of your shirt.
your eyes found yourself in the reflection. you looked horrible.
refusing to let any more tears to flow down, you immediately turned off the lights and walked out, startled to see doyoung sitting on your bed, head in his hands.
"do, are you okay?"
"are you okay?" he countered back at you.
you furrowed your eyebrows, pretending that you didn't know what he meant.
"do you not like my food?" he implied.
"doie- no babe... i'm just not hungry tonight." you faked a sweet smile at him that took way more energy than you thought it would.
you walked over to your dresser to take out some stuff while doyoung remained, looking unconvinced.
"you're not telling me something."
"babe, there's nothing to tell."
silence bestowed upon y'all until doyoung got up on his feet and walked towards you. you turned around to find him putting his hands on your waist.
his face fell.
he looked like he just saw a ghost.
"babe..." he started off. "i can- i can feel your ribs."
you were shocked. shocked enough to stay speechless.
"nonsense-"
"have you not been eating?" he cut you off.
you remained quiet.
"babe tell me please." he begged, his eyes swimming in tears. your biggest weakness was seeing him cry, so you gave up on your act.
"no."
a tear fell on his cheek. he hated seeing his girlfriend like this.
"when was the last time you ate?"
you hesitated. "since day before yesterday's dinner."
doyoung staggered back onto the bed. crying.
you also couldn't stop yourself either. and soon, you felt the familiar wetness on your cheeks.
"my baby wasn't eating and she didn't tell me." he sobbed to himself.
you sniffed, standing there in front of him. watching him cry. you never saw anyone behaving like this for you. doyoung was different.
"i'm sorry." you mumbled.
he shook his head. "i should be sorry. i wasn't there to help you. you're going through so much." his tears didn't stop falling.
you looked away from him. you couldn't bare the sight.
"i never had it in me to tell somebody."
you two stayed there. doyoung calmed down and you were planning on what to say next.
"i've been feeling like this for a while now." you managed to continue.
"i feel like im not good enough for the public. insane diets are all that i've been thinking about." you shamefully admitted.
doyoung patted the space nex to him and you strided over to him. your head was placed on his shoulder and before you knew it, you were ranting to him. it was easier than you thought it would be.
you told him about your insecurities, your body, your career and everything that had been bothering you for a long time. doyoung stroked your back, soothing you. whispering sweet things into your ear as he listened to your problems.
“I know this is difficult, but I am proud of you.” he said, kissing your head. "baby i'm here."
you looked up at him. he did not have to say much and you were already feeling better than you did for the longest time.
"I love you and I will not let you go hungry.” he kissed your lips so tenderly, you thought you would melt right there.
"if they don't accept who you are," another kiss to your lips.
"your beautiful body," another wet kiss.
"and your soul, then they don't deserve you." this kiss lingered on for a moment too long. your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. his beautiful hands warpped themselves around your waist.
your lips interlocking was the thing you needed the most.
his lips went down to your neck, kissing every single bit. a soft moan escaped your lips as he bit on your neck sweetly.
"that's it," he prodded on. "let me hear you."
he sucked on your neck like there was no tomorrow. you moaned and moaned, liking the sensation way too much.
"let me show you how much i love you." he said, pushing you on the bed.
he pulled of your shirt and threw it onto the floor. he unclipped your bra and your breasts were in full view to him.
"you're so beautiful." doyoung leaned down and sucked on your nipples. you moaned, hands on their way to his hair. while he took his time on one breast, his hand played with the other, giving them equal attention.
he pulled your pants and panties down and admired your clit.
"who wouldn't love this body, babe. tell me." doyoung didn't wait for an answer as he simply put a wet kiss to your clit, making you moan out loud.
his tongue soon made its entrance to the scene as he licked you.
"this pussy is mine. and it's so delicious." he licked and sucked it so good, you were a moaning mess. you hands gripped his hair and thugged on it whenever he made butterflies fly in your stomach. he was so good with his hands and tongue, it drove you mad.
"doie, i'm gonna-"
"cum for me baby."
a breathy moan came out of you as waves of pleasure struck you. your thighs were shaking uncontrollably as you were coming down from your high.
doyoung took off his own shirt, and you hands made its way to his shaft. you grabbed his clothed member but he laughed and said,
"no baby, not today. let me pleasure you. you deserve it."
he took out a condom from the drawer and soon, his dick was out of his pants. he was about it to tear the condom's packet until you stopped him.
"i want to take you in raw." doyoung's eyes widened slightly.
"are you sure?"
you nodded delightfully.
"you're pussy is so wet, i can't wait to fill you up." he pumped his dick a few times before sliding it carefully into you.
you both moaned loudly as you both felt each other for the first time without protection.
"are you on the pill?" doyoung couldn't help but ask.
"yes baby."
he pushed himself fully into you and waited for you to adjust to his size. you gave him the okay and he thrusted slowly into you.
you couldn't stop you moans from escapig one by one. and for doyoung, your moans were like music.
"yes baby, moan for me just like that. do i make you feel good?"
"yes doyoung- oh! yes..." you could barely speak since the pleasure was a lot to handle.
"faster.." you breathed out and doyoung sped on with it. with you under him and moaning his name out like that, it drove him crazy.
placing your leg over his shoulder, he drilled into you as hard as ever. he whispered sweet things to you about your body and you loved him for that.
"doyoung! im going to-"
"me too baby."
his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier each second as you both reached your orgasm together. he thrust himself into you a few more times to ride out your high.
he let go of your leg and rolled onto his back. you both breathed heavily as you took each other's appearances in.
"thank you. for everything." you said to him, hand reaching out to carress his face.
"don't think you've gotten away with this. my food is still waiting." you both laughed at his silliness and no sooner than later, he lifted you over his shoulder to go to the dining hall.
"doyoung im naked!" you laughed out loud.
"a better view for me then!"
you loved doyoung with all your heart, and he did too.
warnings: mention of blood, suggestive content and use of curses. LONG FF AHEAD!
genre: action, angst and a little bit of fluff 🌹
summary: you have been a bodyguard for the leader of Young Knives for as long as you can remember. your mafia gang has been topping the charts for crime for several decades now, but what is your leader's reaction when a new mafia gang overtakes them? does he choose to ambush them? or partner up with them? and most importantly, does it involve you?
i suggest playing boyfriend by dove cameron on repeat because oh boi-
"min. take down the minutes." your leader's voice, flint's voice boomed through the large hall.
the man whom he had addressed nodded at once and started to type on the laptop placed in front of him.
the large hall consisted of a ridiculously long table where almost 20 people were seated. all in silence, eager to listen to what flint had to say.
"as y'all may or may not have noticed," flint started off after heaving a big sigh
"there's a new mafia gang on the rise. and they...have been trampling on all of our efforts to get to where we are today." murmurs and whispers filled the room. the atmosphere was full of controversy and flint knew it.
"nct have been consistent in their robberies, killings and crime, i must admit. they are agile, sly and cunning."
the people present raised their eyebrows in confusion. never in their years of being with Young Knives have they heard him speak well of the rival. it was certainly new to them.
"however, we are better." the members almost sighed out of relief. they almost thought that flint was finally going cuckoo.
"we are quick, rough and hard on our victims. leaving no time for them to even fathom their fate. and that's why we have to prepare my members. we have to take them down. we can't let them walk on the throne that we built!"
roars of agreement filled the room once more. hoots and yelps of determination and hunger for victory growled into the once tautened atmosphere.
"and that's why we need to take them down." flint continued.
"we need to show them who's boss. and so i've set them a time and place for when we can ambush them." the crowd waited eagerly to let him continue.
"our club. at ten in the night. we call them over; obviously, they'll come with their whole gang and we'll attend with ours. we talk them into making a partnership with us then... BAM!" they all flinched except a few.
"we kill them all. how's that for a plan?" flint raised his voice at the end, drawing even more ruckus and noise from the other ends of the table.
"your plan sounds impressive but i can't lie to you sir, it's not tactful." everyones' heads turned to you.
you were seated on the direct right side of flint. second to the head of the table. you hadn't bothered to speak during the noisy meeting, silently judging each and every member with a bored expression. being the most experienced member of Young Knives than anyone, you knew that this meeting was no good.
"care to explain?" flint said through gritted teeth.
"well like you said, nct are sly, agile and cunning. meeting up with them and trying to form a false partnership is as foolish as to talk of colour to a blind man. it's their thing. they've probably already planned it."
some people snickered at your words. you had quite the sarcastic sense of humor.
"by doing that, you give them the upper hand. they can easily turn the tables around with you plan. your idea consists of their attributes, which we'll never be. instead of trying to be like nct, let's carry on with our own way of doing things. why the sudden change?"
flint furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, indicating you to go on.
"our definitions of Young Knives, like we discussed earlier are quick, rough and hard. so instead of planning an assasination in which they have the dominance, why don't we picture an idea where we can attack them in ways we specialize in?"
the members around the table glanced at each other and nodded impressively. your plan actually made sense.
"what if we find out their location with our hackers," you gestered to the team seated at the edge of the table.
"and we ambush them with no warning at all. we'll be quick, rough and hard on them. we'll leave them no time for them to plan any more shit!"
silence was ringing against your ears as loud as ever as you eyed flint. he was seemingly mulling over your idea. finally, after coming to a conclusion, he looked over to you and said.
"no."
the people around you laughed as you closed your eyes in frustration. your jaws moved against each other in utter disappointment. of course. what did you expect? flint was a stupid, misogynistic piece of shit. you pushed your dark blue hair out of your face and sighed.
the only thing that was keeping you from leaving Young Knives and joining a mafia gang called Joker and Thieves that you had your eyes on for quite a while, was flint's father.
he had saved your life when you were a little girl. your parents had decided to take their own lives after facing the inevitable fate of their lives with huge amounts of debt on their backs.
a flaming house on fire had caught flint's father's eye and despite him being a ruthless mafia boss, he ran into the house and came back out with a baby in his hands.
since you were significantly older than flint, you had wayy more experience than he would ever have. born in the year 1995, you had garnered respct for your wisdom and tactics. however flint had never shown you any respect. he actually despised the fact that you, a woman was his bodyguard.
but little did he know, that you had been trained to protect the son of the former mafia boss, by the literal best.
flint's father.
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despite flint turning down your proposal of a new plan, that didn't stop you from telling the hacker team to find out more about nct and their tactics when it came to fighting.
and that's why you were leaning against the expensive car and scrolling on your phone which provided you with endless information of all 23 members of nct. the car belonged to flint and you were waiting for all your other members to come out after getting ready for the battle that awaited them at the club at ten.
you tilted your head and scrolled through the members' names, ages and strenghts. alongside their residence and habits.
"very strategic." you muttered to yourself. as you read on and on, you found out that nct had three leaders.
johnny suh, lee taeyong and nakamoto yuta. you furrowed your eyebrows. three of them? and all from different nationalities? they seemed to have really good chemistry.
all three of them were actually 95' liners. your age.
"fucking hell, man." you pushed your blue hair up into a high ponytail, suddenly feeling very salty about the fact that they were your age and were leaders of one of the biggest mafia groups in south korea and here you were, sucking up to a stupid dumbass chick named flint because of his father.
"okay, are we ready?" flint's voice resonated around the parking lot, all the members coming out one by one with briefcases and weapons.
"now. remember. they ask for battle, we give them war." shouts and screams of agreement erupted and you rolled your eyes. such noisy twits these people are.
and then again, nct never even asked for battle.
flint sat at the back of the car you were leaning on and you made your way to the driver's seat.
"which club are we heading to sir?" you said while absent-mindedly turned on the gps.
"dumbledore's army."
you raised an eyebrow at him.
"where else dumbass? Havens." he rolled his eyes at you and pulled out his phine, probably to make a few phone calls.
"okay miss cho chang." you muttered to yourself and sped off into the night.
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your head ached and ached due to the loud pounding music of the club that flint ran. there were strippers everywhere and drunk old man throwing cash at them.
you felt sorry about all the people that were going to witness all of the mess that y'all were going to create here in this club. all the people who came here just for a drink, for money or for a getaway from work, were all about to experience something traumatic and would barely live to tell the tale.
the plan had been updated into roleplay. no not that way- but people had roles to play in the club.
min and a few others were workers and servers around, keeping a close eye on everyone with earpieces in their ears.
flint would be the normal mafia boss, awaiting their arrival. you were supposed to play the hot bartender.
with your blue hair tied up and the sleeves of your dress shirt folded up, revealing your tattooes. with earings adorning your ears and your defined facial features enhancing your appearance, you looked irresistable.
"guys. they're here. keep on the lookout." flint's voice echoed through the earpiece and almost at once, all of you got into character. you secretely rolled your eyes at this dumb child's play.
with where your bar was situated, you could see the entrance and the one of the sitting arrangements where flint was seated at.
he had to be in your sight since you were his bodyguard which flint very much despised if you haven't noticed already.
about two minute passed when the doors to the club opened and a whole ocean of insanely attractive human beings stepped into their club.
one of the leaders (you assumed it was taeyong) asked,
"is everyone here?" a chorus of 'yes' responded to him and that made you chuckle.
despite the interaction that you had just witnessed, nct looked intimidating as hell though. with twenty-three members in total and all of them armed with weapons that they didn't even bother to hide like the Young Knives, they looked so ready to kill anyone and everyone with their eyes.
three people moved forward towards flint, while the other members swarmed around the club doing the same thing that Young Knives were doing...observing the scene for any signs of attack.
now, it was just a matter of time. who would attack first?
your eyes darted towards those three men who were undoubtably johnny, taeyong and yuta.
yuta actually stood out to you the most. with faint, soft red hair and a slender figure with piercing eyes, he was definitely the most eye-catching person in the club.
without even noticing, there was a person in front of you. you looked over to them and bowed.
"good evening sir, what would you like to have?"
"whiskey on the rocks." the man said, eyeing you attentively.
you nodded with a smirk and turned around, preparing his order, while he went back to observing the place.
every now and then, your eyes would sneak glances at the four men, waiting for a signal to attack.
you eventually made the whiskey and served it to him. he glanced at your name tag and set down his glass of whiskey after taking a sip from it.
"so, y/n...you here often?"
"no."
the man raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"we both know what we are here for, jaehyun. i suggest we both stay ready and save the formalities for heaven...or hell."
jaehyun seemed quite surprised that you knew his name. however he quickly figures out that it was predictable.
he finished his whiskey and set it down with a sigh.
"i feel pity for these people. they don't know what's about to go down here."
"me too." you agreed, following his gaze to the bunch of people who were just having fun.
having fun.
damn. you barely even knew what it meant, you had never quite experienced it after flint's father died. he was a true father figure to you and made you feel and know the true meaning of life. even if you were very involved in the mafia world now.
you both got lost in your own thoughts even though you both were rivals. it seemed ridiculous to chat with your enemy over drinks, but it felt so...pleasant.
you both didn't mind that fact that y'all didn't have any problem with each other.
your earpiece suddenly turned on and you heard flint's ushered and whispering voice while jaehyun glanced at you.
"come here. i feel threatened."
"tsk." you almost laughed out loud by flint's message. jaehyun looked at you in an amusing manner.
"duty calls." you said while checking if your two pistols were loaded, shoving them in the pistol hoisters latched onto your pants, not even bothering about the fact that jaehyun was watching you and it seemed that he didn't care either.
jaehyun looked at where your gaze landed. he saw his leaders and your leader. johnny, taeyong and yuta seemed to be in a close discussion while flint sat up straight now knowing that his bodyguard was about to join him.
"wait, you're his bodyguard?"
"yep," you sighed. "and i hate it."
jaehyun chuckled and you saw dimples at the side of his cheeks and almost 'awww'ed at them.
"that means we should get ready too." he said, his hand raising up to his earpiece and exchanged words with nct members.
"it was nice meeting you, jaehyun."
"you too, y/n."
"oh and piece of advice." he turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue.
"stay out of flint's way. you'll get killed." you smiled at him and he returned it.
"guess i'll leave it up to them then." he jerks his head towards somewhere and you figured out that it was the three leaders of nct.
you both shook hands with each other, very firmly and you made your way to the four men.
"you're here." flint said without even looking at you and the leaders seemed to have caught this.
"hmm." you bowed towards the three and they bowed back before you took your seat next to flint.
they continued to discuss something that you didn't pay attention to because you were too busy taking in their appearances.
to an ordinary person it would've seemed like you were checking them out but in reality, you were analyzing their weapons and where they kept it.
as your eyes finished processing johnny and taeyong, you moved on to yuta and was pleasantly surprised to find out he already had his eyes on you.
keeping a stoic expression on, your eyes moved down his slender and attractive physique, searching for any signs of weapons and there were. on the waist of his pants was a gun, placed in a hoister on his belt. much similar to yours.
your eyes met his again and lingered on each other for a few seconds too long, before yuta broke eye contact when taeyong asked his opinion about something.
you decided to observe the place again and as your eyes scanned the club, you realised that each one and i mean every one of your members were surrounded by nct members.
you internally sighed in defeat. agile, sly and cunning.
they had planned this from the beginning.
yuta seemed to have caught your expression of realisation and smirked.
and over the past couple of seconds in which you weren't paying attention, flint had seemed to get himself into hot waters between the two leaders of nct and he certainly did NOT have a way out. so instead, he decided to pull his trump card and pulled out his gun, standing up.
you immediately pulled out your own, following his lead while the leaders dodged the bullets that flint fired at them.
immediately, chaos ensued.
people were screaming and running everywhere and you tried your best to not shoot anyone. even the rivals. as you fought any nct member you could find(while staying close to flint), you only used hand to hand combat, ignoring flint's words like you always did.
"kill them all."
no. you would never. the only job you had to do was to protect flint. not anything more. it was his father's last wish before he passed away.
seriously injuring your rivals with only you punched and kicks, you moved onto the next ones, immediately recognising each one of them and using their weaknesses against them.
all thanks to the hackers.
gunshots were fired, stabs were heard groans of pain and misery filled the air but you ignored all of it. your main focus was flint who was currently fighting johnny and yuta.
punching the guy named renjun out of the way, you ran towards them and took on yuta. since you knew johnny was way out of your league there, you kicked yuta from behind, making him stumble and fall on the floor.
when he turned around to look at you, he smirked. you hated yourself for how much you found that attractive.
"fuck, that hurt." he chuckled as he got to his feet, facing you. you both got into a defensive stance with your fists ready to punch.
you both scaned each other, waiting for the next offense when yuta suddenly swung at you, but you had seen it coming.
blocking his hand your own had made its way to his handsome face, punching his mouth.
blood seeped through his bottom lip but he didn't seem fazed by it. licking his lip, he kicked your knee and you gave way, tumbling onto the floor. and not a second later, you felt a blow to your cheek. you head flew to the other side and you chorttled.
pain and heat gushed throughout your face and yuta made another attempt to harm you, but this time, you dodged him and punched his stomach, so hard that he stumbled a few steps away from you. he coughed out in pain when you quickly got up to your feet and did the roundhouse kick to his stomach again. this time, he flew off his feet and landed onto the bar's table which was right behind him.
"ah... fuck." he cursed, his hand cradling his stomach. it was quite certain that you were the more experienced person in fights. you thought that it would be good to leave him there for a while until you heard a blood-curdling scream.
your eyes widen instinctively and turned around at the sight of johnny digging a knife into flint's chest.
"NO!" you yelled out, pulling out your gun and aiming it to johnny, completely forgetting your morals but you soon found it extremely hard to breath.
you tugged at your throat and horrifyingly realised that someone was choking you. you dropped the gun and clawed at the hands that were wrapped around your neck. when it didn't budge, you mustered all your strength and pulled the arms over your head and felt weight crashing onto your back and then onto the floor.
you coughed hysterically when you had been released from death's grip. after pulling yourself together and trying to recover from the piercing headache you got, you finally saw who it was that lay at your feet below you.
"nakamoto fucking yuta." you growled out, you hands soothing your red neck. his hands had left its mark.
"attractive neck." he managed to say before gasping for air, like yourself.
you rolled your eyes at him and looked over to where flint lay. you limped towards him, tears pooling in your eyes as you crumbled down beside his lifeless body. johnny just watched you, his knife stained with blood.
your cheeks were soon stained with tears. you were not grieving his death, no. you were mourning over the fact that you had failed your mission.
the life mission that you had opted for. the life mission that you had never let down. all gone. all of it.
"protect him for me..." the old man's voice whispered into your ear. his hands grasping yours as if it were grasping onto dear life.
"please...protect...my...son."
the line went flat as tears streamed down your face. you rushed out to call the doctor.
"dead. at eight twenty-six, august 27th, 2013."
you couldn't stop crying. it was your birthday that day. the day when you lost him.
tears blurred your vision when you realised that your only motive in life was now gone.
what would you live for now? everything was ruined.
everything that you had worked hard for was gone. your baby steps to sprints. you had seen the rise of Young Knives and now the fall of it.
you wiped your tears and looked around taking in your surroundings. every single member of your gang was down on the ground, dead. while each nct member was up and about, despite bruises on their faces and blood everywhere.
if only they had followed your plan. this wouldn't have been like this.
you got to your feet and noticed that subtly, each nct member had surrounded you in a circle, waiting for you to either surrender or attack.
feeling as tired as ever though, mentally and physically, you raised your hands up.
"just...leave me alone for a moment and then you can kill me alright?"
you made your way outside without giving a shit and they let you. breathing in the fresh, cold air of november, you melted as soon as it touched your bruises and injuries. the windy weather seemed to make you forget everything about that moment.
you didn't know how long you stood there like and idiot when you heard footsteps behind you.
you opened your eyes and sighed. "if you want to kill me, come in front of me and do it."
however the person stepped beside you and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you too look at him.
"what do you want?" you gazed into yuta's sultry and suave eyes.
"leave them and come and work with me." you immediately felt the need to accept his offer right away. for one, he and your former leader had so much difference.
yuta told you to work with him, while flint would have ordered you to work for him.
"pft. what's in it for me?"
"everything you've ever dreamed of babe."
you raised your eyebrows. "yeah right."
"you doubt me?" yuta questioned, smirking at you. he and his god damn smirks, you thought.
"you're good. and i mean really, really spectacular. you almost killed me back there."
you almost smiled at his words. he was the second person in your life who had ever complimented you after flint's father. and that wasn't even an exxageration.
they were either too terrified of you or they weren't even alive to praise you.
"please. come work with us. you can be my personal bodyguard." he gave you a snarky wink.
you chuckled and pondered for a moment. should you really take this oppurtunity?
you softly smiled at him, revealing your own set of dimples and nodded. "sure. only if y'all treat me better."
"babe you're now our family." he shot another wink at you and smiled too.
oh my godd...who knew such a ruthless mafia was this swoon-worthy.
"sh! i can't here them!"
"omg shut up chenle!"
"yah jisung watch your mouth-"
you both turned around to see some of the nct members looking at you, undoubtably eavesdropping on your conversation.
you already knew you were going to love them.
~
"okay everyone!" taeyong voiced out through the living room that same night.
"let me introduce our newest asset to our team, y/n." he made jazz hands and everyone cheered you on.
all of you were holding ice packs to your bruises and still y'all managed to have a good laugh. all 24 of you were seated in the living room's many couches and all of you were all smiles.
you glanced across you and saw that yuta was staring at you with a smile on his face, holding an ice pack to his stomach, while you held one to your neck.
"i've never seen him smile like that." you look beside and saw jaehyun, holding an ice pack to his cheek.
"really? he has such an amazing smile."
"hun, you are whipped." he said, making you chuckle.
"maybe i am."
~
about a month had passed and it's safe to say that you and yuta were a match made in heaven. you both really enjoyed each other's company and finally, he asked you to be his.
currently, nct had just wrapped up a meeting and you were exhausted. letting out a yawn, you went up to your's and yuta's room when suddenly, you were pinned to the wall and you felt lips moving roughly against your own.
indulging into yuta's body, your hands went up to thug on his red hair and his own were wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.
after what felt like an eternity, you both finally pulled away, gasping for air, connecting your foreheads together.
his eyes found your neck and he tilted his head.
"oh? the marks are finally gone."
"yeah." you said admiring him.
"should i put them on again?" he said while his hand sneaked up your shirt and you shivered, feeling his cold flesh against your own. this man made you feel something you never felt before.
"i know what else would look good on you."
you chuckled against his lips when he spoke again.
"what?"
"me." you felt the clasp of you bra click open as yuta pulled you inside his room, closing and locking it.
you were a traitor. leaving Young Knives for NCT. you were.
husband!jaehyun x fem!reader
genre : angst and a lil bit of fluff ❤🌹
summary : cold-hearted jaehyun never seems to give a shit about anything in this world except his work and he prefers to show it off rather proudly, to everyone. but what happens when another man lays his eyes on his arranged wife?
you shuffled around your bed, groaning at the light that peeked through your curtains, shining bright on your face.
"why is it morning againnn?" you whined, kicking off your blankets. in the process your hand flew to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.
you sighed. he must've took off for work already.
you close your eyes and heave a huge, long breath. you and jaehyun were newlyweds for about a month now. but the thing was, he never acted like you were his wife.
he never cheated on you, never layed his hands on you or never did anything bad overall. however, you both barely exchanged a word to each other during the time you both were married.
you were the ceo of a very prestigious company in south korea which extended into many more branches in the world, while jaehyun was the heir to another important company which benefited south korea in tremendous ways.
the two of you had actually gotten married in order to establish a partnership with your respective comapnies. it was your parents' ideas to go ahead with this idea of marriage. oboviously
your conversations with each other were just regular discussions about the furtue plans you two had decided to go for your companies. nothing more than ever.
you didn't know about jaehyun, but you knew for sure that you longed for more meaning in your conversations rather than just your stupid meetings.
"hey jaehyun, how are you?"
"jaehyun-ah, did you eat yet?"
"want to go for dinner? my treat!"
you sighed each time whenever you practised these very phrases in front of the mirror, knowing that it wasn't going to be of any use. and he always proved you right.
you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, ready to get to work.
~
phone calls, paperwork, documents- ARGH!
you held your head in your hands, closing your eyes and cursing due to the immense stress that you felt.
"i'll come back in later!" your secetary called once he saw you in a tensed posture, leaving as soon as he entered.
the excruciatingly annoying noise of your phone boomed through you ears and you wail. without looking at the number on your phone, you pick up and aggrivatingly asked,
"what?!"
"uh...it's me."
"good. what do you want?"
"are...you okay?"
your eyes shoot open. never had jaehyun ever asked how you were feeling, doing, etc. 'strictly buisness' was the perfect way to describe your marriage.
it seemed as if he was surprised by his question too, seeing as the silence resonated between the two, as loud as ever.
"no, not really."
"i have some work."
you slapped a hand to your forehead. of course. he had to get back to buisness. what did you expect him to do?
"i need to pick up some groceries. can you help me?"
"what?"
his question had caught you super off guard. groceries? since uh when? it was usually you who made the food in your house, so what did he want to do with groceries?
nevertheless, needing the time off from work you decided that it wouldn't be such a bad thing to spend some quality time with your husband...in a supermarket. it is what it is right?
"yeah sure, meet me at-"
"no, i'll come pick you up. i'lll be there in ten."
"but my car-"
"i'll drop you off to work tomorrow." he abruptly ended the phone call. you held the phone in front of you, still in disbelief.
you packed your things after telling your secetary the things needed to be done. he wwas actually quite happy that you were leaving early and not working overtime as you did always. even though jaehyun was the one who left for work early, you were the one who arrived later.
you always make breakfat for yourself, and dinner for jaehyun and yourself before leaving for work. you both had lunch at work. jaehyun barely had breakfast and you only had dinner by yourself, since he would always be fast asleep by the time that you got home.
"go home early, okay?"
"yes boss!" he playfully saluted, making you chuckle at him.
grabbing your briefcase, you walked out of your office, your heels clicking against the marble floor.
everyone greeted you as you moved along the corridors, the lift and hallways, leading to the exit.
you walk out into the warm atmosphere outside and spot a white bmw waiting for you. you walk towards it and open the backseat door, tossing your briefcase on the seats, next to jaehyun's.
sitting in the passenger's seat you clicked on your seatbelt as jaehyun said,
"hey."
"...hey?"
the drive to the grocery store was silent. your mind was racing with questions.
'why is he acting like this?'
he pulled up to the supermarket and you two got out, walking together.
after a few minutes of picking out vegatables, meat, wine and snacks, jaehyun decided to take over. stealing the cart from you, he ran to the deserts section. you furrowed your eyebrows and scoffed with a smirk, following him.
"is that why you wanted to come with me?"
"i was craving it okay?" he said as a matter of fact.
"priorities, y'know?" you had never seen him like that. he was acting like an absolute child in fron of sweets and you actually found yourself smiling at him as he picked out his favourite ice creams.
you and jaehyun proceeded to the cashier when you both heard someone whistle.
turning around, you saw a man your age looking you up and down, while licking his lips, disgustingly.
but what was even worse was that jaehyun just dragged you, not even standing up for you.
your heart sank to your literal stomach when he payed for your groceries and started to head over to the car. however, he abruptly stopped and tossed his car keys towards you.
"get in the car, i'll be back." and with that, he walked back inside. figuring that he might've forgotten something, you walk towards the trunk and arranged the groceries in there.
around five minutes had passed when jaehyun walked back out...with bloody knuckles.
you looked down, hiding your smile. closing the trunk, you walked back to the car and you sat in, waiting for jaehyun to join you.
he sat down and sighed.
"...why did you do that?" you asked.
he started the car and backed out of the parking lot before he replied. "because i care. more than you think."
you blushed, looking out of the window.
"i'm making dinner tonight." he said and you felt heat and love gushing through you.
you had a good feeling that your relationship with jaehyun was going to change.
the call that y/n had recieved shocked her to say the least.
“yeah, i’m surprised too. just, can you please come over here?” the sound of lee taeyong’s concerened voice boomed through the phone.
“yeah i’ll be right over.” she said, grabbing her keys and bolting out the door and straight to her car.
the full moon shone above her car and was in full view. it was quite magnificent to say the least. however, beautiful the night was, y/n’s mind kept racing. why was johnny acting like this? did something happen between and...
oh. of course.
johnny and his girlfriend had constant and vey toxic fights now and then. it was okay in the beginning, but the amount of times johnny had come over to her house to seek emotional support from her was just as confusing.
his girlfriend, of course knew about y/n and johnny’s friendship. though she pretended to not look like it, y/n could see it right through her face that she was indeed jealous.
“it’s emotional cheating! why do you keep going to her?”
y/n had overheard her stupid voice over the phone when johnny had called her to inform her that he was staying over at her place after a fight.
~
y/n pulled up in the parking lot of a very well-known bar in south korea.
grabbing her purse and walking into the bar, she immediately grimaced due to the stinch of alcohol. y/n barely drank. seeing as she was the oldest in her friend group, she was basically considered the mom of them. and that meant that she had to drive them back and forth.
she usually only drank one or two glasses of soju, so naturally the heavy smell of soju, beer, whiskey and whatnot irritated her.
her eyes swept the place and found taeyong, jaehyun, haechan, jungwoo and johnny, who was slogging on the table.
as she got closer, she realised that johnny was so drunk, that he had these cute giggles that erupted from his mouth literally every five seconds.
“mE aS a tall personnnn...” he slured, with his voice cracking occasionally.
“i am supposed to help a sUpER DUPER short person like hAeChan to ReACh forr something!”
“hey!”
“BUtttttt when i drop somethinggg on the floor... i have to ask him to get him tO gEt It for ME! how embarrasing is tHaT?!”
“very embarrasing, johnny.”
“OH... MA... GAD... Y/N! WELCOME TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY! DID YOU GET MY PRESENT?!’
“yeah! a drive back home!” she said sarcastically.
“im so sorry y/n... actually he was supposed to drive us back to the dorm but uh...” jaehyun apologized. y/n waved her hand at him, indicating that she had brushed off the matter.
“i’ll take him back to the dorm in my car and then i’ll drive home. y’all can stay for a little longer though...it lookd like y’all really need it.”
“come on tiger.” she grunted as she lifted him to his feet, with the assistance of jungwoo.
the three walked outside and helped johnny into the passenger’s seat. jungwoo and y/n both sighed as they watched johnny drunkenly play with the seatbelt. pulling it and letting it go, excited at the action happening in front of him.
“noona...” jungwoo trailed off, making her look at him.
“they broke up.”
“what-”
“yup. apparently she fell out of love with him and has been cheating on him for a month.”
anger immediately gushed and filled her body.
“how-”
“he walked in on them.”
silence seemed like the loudest noise ever at that moment.
“take care of him, noona.”
“oh don’t worry, woo. i will.”
the two hugged briefly and jungwoo walked back inside the bar.
y/n was about to walk to her side of the car when she saw that johnny was still playing with the seatbelt. she scoffed with a smile and opened his door.
without saying a word, she leaned over to him and clicked the seatbelt for him, ignoring the flutter in her heart.
the drive back to his dorm was comforting. johnny had fallen asleep during the ride and y/n couldn’t help but steal glances at him now and then. his face looked so peaceful, as if he hadn’t just had a messy break up.
sadness gushed through her veins as she thought about her situation with johnny.
~
the two stumbled in the living room to his dorm. y/n supported johnny as she struggled to walk over to his room. all the other members were alledgedly all in their rooms and hadn’t noticed their arrival.
once they finally reached his room, y/n shoved johnny on his bed and then cracked her neck with a groan. she was really tired.
she removed his jacket and shoes, tucked him in and was about to leave his side, when something caught her wrist.
“don’t go...”
she turned around to see johnny awake and preventing her from leaving him.
“did...i do something wrong?” tears filled his eyes as he recalled the memory of him walking in on them in the moment in his bedroom.
“you are the most loving, caring and handsome person i’ll ever know. you're allowed to be sad. but i promise, you're so much better off...with me.”
johnny furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes giving off a mysterious and drowsy look.
“the truth is, i love you johnny. more than anyone has, does or ever will. you complete me, you make me happy. even though you’re the dumbest fool who can’t take a hint,” she chuckled.
“i can’t help but fall head over heels for you. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
she stopped for a second, collecting her thoughts before continuing.
“but the problem is, that you never noticed me. my subtle glances at you, my smiles at you and literally everything! ...can’t we be something more? something more than what we are now? i know that you both just broke up, but i’ll be willing to wait for you. i’ve done it before and i’ll gladly do it again. just please. can’t we be something more?”
“...”
y/n’s heart dropped when she realised that the only thing that came out of johnny’s mouth were...snores.
tears slipped from her eyes as she put her head down in disbelief. she knew it was too good to be true. she got up and wiped her tears, grabbed her purse and gave johnny a small forehead kiss, her lips lingering there for a moment too long.
another tear slipped her eye, and soon another and then another.
she left the room in tears. never turning back. it was going to be like this. he would never feel the same.
