eeeeeeeeemagine, that i woke up and decided that i am apparently not spread thin enough (i marcus well be a crepe but whatever) and so i want to do the text couples properly. like a series showing their relationship progression from first dates to babies (imagine daddy skz omg plsss). so yeah, i went back and indeed did their "first dates". but i'm nothing if not a yapper so it's a combo of smau and text. and i FINALLY finished all 8 couple smau and written parts. whew. i feel like spongebob when he was naked and tired as hell, leanin on that damn rock breathing all heavy.
and EYEEEE know mafia!jisung won the poll (by only four people y'all owe @franaby an apology omg) BUT i really need to create a masterlist before i post anything else bc this blog starting to get crowded omg. and now y'all want ogtg to be a series too?! my God on today! Jesus be a breath of air😭!
tldr; my creative juices are f l o w i n g. text couple series coming. mafia!jisung coming. ogtg series pending??!? masterlist loading! and a poll for fun hehe🤭🤎✨
IF it were up to you (i'm still supreme leader cool it) what would you want first?
text couple's first dates
mafia!jisung
sunen else &+ if i vote this i will send in a request(nonnie acceptable)or ELSE🤬
please see copyright and universal warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; once again y'all just had to vote for one of the harder fics for me to give up😭! i wrote this one right after minho's (can you tell who my bias and wrecker are🥵). so, once again this is my literal baby, be kind to her, or i'm sending minho and seungmin, and you already know how they comin🤭. enjoy💋.
ps; you guys know the drill. i suggest reading this first to learn about all the boys and their specialties. other full length fics are chan, minho, bin, and seungmin. and hit up the mafia kids tag on my page for random mini drabbles. see you soon then🤎✨.
pps; i generally write korean romanized and in italics, context should tell you the words but feel free to ask☁️.
hyunjin was a lot of things.
intelligent.
precise.
ruthless.
hot.
usually only in a figurative sense.
but right now, with a fever sweat droplet slipping into his eye while he had his shirt between his teeth to hold it up while his hands shook trying to put the nylon thread through the needle, he was most certainly hot.
in a literal sense.
hyunjin exhaled harshly around his once crisp—now wrinkled, ripped, and bloodied—white dress shirt, blinking the sweat away and still chasing the eye of the needle. he was on a silver medical table. had made quick work of picking the day surgery clinic's lock and stumbled into a suite. now hyunjin had one leg extended, the other dangling off the table, while he tried desperately to keep from bleeding out.
his phone was buzzing in his front pocket. no doubt the rest of the guys confirming that they'd made it out and to one of the safe houses. hyunjin could've messaged them. told them he was hit, told them he needed help. but injuries were his domain. and if he couldn't handle this, he didn't deserve the title. if he couldn't handle this, and they came back to finish the job, he wouldn't be responsible for putting one of his brothers in harm's way. even if bangchan would probably insist later (if hyunjin survived this), with proof no less (that man was annoyingly meticulous), that bangchan had in fact planned for this exact scenario.
"f-fuck!" hyunjin exclaimed softly with a groan.
trying to keep his frustration low to keep his pulse low so his heart wouldn't pump blood through his veins and out of his body faster was han jisung ranting about knives level annoying. and it was getting hard to stay calm when his bloody (literal not british) fingers kept missing the eye of the needle, and the sweat from his body going into shock kept getting in his bloody (british not literal) eye.
shaky fingers pulled his shirt back up; he suppressed a scream at the sting of the designer fabric as it dragged against his wound. snuffing out his cries by biting down on the cotton.
i'm gonna die here, he thought passively still trying to work with the thin thread.
and then hyunjin was rolling his eyes, huffing a weak laugh thinking about the last close call he'd had. but at least then, he hadn't been alone. he'd been with felix. the pair of them'd had nothing but time waiting for the rest of the guys to find them, or for the box to run out of air. whichever came first. it was then he and felix made a morbid bet.
who would die first?
hyunjin didn't know what was worse: dying, or dying knowing that floppy haired sunray with legs was gonna get all his paints, canvases, and the key to a vault. hyunjin wouldn't even be there to see the look on felix's face when he was met with van gogh's poppy flowers.
hyunjin smiled to himself. it was from a heist hyunjin had pulled off years earlier, when everything was light. when he and his old friends thought they were invincible. he learned quickly after that particular heist that they were in fact not invincible, and that's when he'd met bangchan. or rather, when bangchan had saved him. and the rest, as it goes, had been history.
now here hyunjin was, cursing at a needle and thread, learning once again he wasn't invincible.
sweat or tears or he didn't even know what clouding his vision as he realized bangchan wasn't gonna be able to save him this time. his head was woozy with blood loss, and his fingers were shaking so bad he felt like he was on the come down. and that was when hyunjin really began to lose hope. his adrenaline was running out. he had two minutes, maybe three, until shock took over and he'd be useless then.
his phone buzzed again and he reached in his pocket to pull it out. the device slipping from his sweaty fingers and clanging onto the table beside him. hyunjin's hair, long since slipped out of its ponytail, fell into his eye as he watched seungmin's contact name light up the screen. hyunjin hovered a shaky finger over the green circle just long enough for the phone to go to voicemail. next came a text from the group chat, he smeared his platlets over the screen as he swiped up to read the thread.
psycho: if you are somewhere silently bleeding out again i will kill you myself.
hyunjin snorted, the laugh choking him on the way out, metal in his mouth, red on his lips. before he could reply to minho, jeongin's message bubble popped up with the rest of skz following closely behind.
baby driver: hyung you do this every time, why would you turn your location off again?
deadshot: because he's a fucking idiot
they were "roommates": hyunjin where the fuck are you?
yongbok: nice try jinnie, chan's got the location
dad: we don't leave each other behind hyunjin
yeobo: just hang on jagiya, we're on the way.
hyunjin's lips quivered as he read all the texts: minho, jeongin, seungmin, changbin, felix, bangchan, and finally a tear falling as he read jisung's. he was out of time. the only solace he had was if the seven minutes everyone talked about was real, he would have just enough time to remember each of the boys he loved the most in the world.
the needle was still in his hand and hyunjin closed it in his fist tightly, trying desperately to use a pain stimulus to his benefit. trying desperately to just hang on as jisung had ordered, but he could barely feel the prick of its point now. his body buzzed and he sagged against the wall behind him.
hyunjin thought of the seven brothers he was leaving behind, thought of the best friend from ages ago he'd kept meaning to reconnect with, he had never repaid her and now he never would. that was a debt he hated to leave unpaid because he'd long ago resigned himself to knowing he could never repay the boys. so the least he could do was settle his dues from his life before skz.
skz. hyunjin was nothing without them. he'd only survived this long because of them, because of belonging to them and their little family. fucked up though it might've been, it was theirs. and it had provided hyunjin with a love and stability he never believed he could obtain. this good fortune, this second chance at life, had just fallen in his lap and now it was slipping through his fingers. like a bad cliché, hyunjin thought of all the used to bes and could've beens and will never get tos.
i'm gonna die here, hyunjin thought again but this time the words seemed to take root. blood began to seep out from his closed fist, he couldn't feel it.
i've been on borrowed time for years, he blinked slowly, it's better this way.
hyunjin's farewell speech was cut short as his ears perked at the ghost of a movement, but it was enough. weak though he was, he channeled one last burst of energy.
his fist opened and the needle he'd been squeezing was tiny as it fell but in the silence of his fast movements it seemed to bang against the table. hyunjin's hand darted to his side, cocking his gun as he rose it up and pointed it towards the door.
you'd heard the bullet sliding into the fire position and it made you gasp because it was too late now. too late to back away and pretend you hadn't heard a shootout. pretend you hadn't heard fast footsteps and shallow gasps. pretend you hadn't seen a wisp of white and black and splotched red dart into the clinic you had just locked up not 10 minutes prior. so, you held your breath and stepped into the bright light of the room.
nobody said anything. hyunjin holding the gun out easily, like he did it every day, and you standing there like that emoji your best friend overused.
"tteona."
you blinked once, shook your head slightly. "i don't..i can't-"
"you don't speak korean?"
"i understand a little but i-"
"leave." hyunjin's voice wasn't loud but the force of it was still all encompassing. cold. final. you wondered what mountains fell when he actually did raise his voice.
your inhale got taught in your trachea but your eyes were locked, staring. not down the barrel of what could be your execution method, but at the executioner. he hadn't said but ten words, none of them kind, and already you were fucked. hooked. a goner. either by one of his bullets or by falling for a man clearly waist deep in all the trouble you'd worked so hard to avoid, especially living in this part of town. you wondered which demise would hurt less, which death would be quicker.
"ani."
hyunjin's head tilted at your refusal, watching curiously as you kept stepping forward until the muzzle of his gun was pressed to your clavicle. the hand holding the gun was bleeding, from where you didn't know but you could see the sticky red coating the handle of your would be murder weapon and dripping down onto his slacks, forming a small puddle.
you looked up at him, sweat on his hair line, wet strands falling over his flushed face, and the most lush lips you'd ever seen.
if he's gonna kill me, you thought, there are worse ways to go.
it took real work to keep your breathing steady with a literal da vinci sculpture mere inches from you, and there was the matter of that sculpture wielding a deadly weapon. as you reached for the fallen needle and thread your gaze passed over his center, okay, make that two deadly weapons. there was a weak smirk on his face when you looked back at him, he'd caught you ogling. and dying or not, hyunjin still had enough energy to flirt. but you were too busy threading and tying off the needle to care about whatever teasing at your obvious attraction for him he was about to spout.
"lift your shirt."
hyunjin didn't move for a few beats, staring at you. trying to figure you out, the arm holding his gun slowly lowering. "why would you help me?"
you stepped closer, squatting to get better visibility of the wound as he obeyed you despite his distrust. hyunjin rose his shirt, one cut up finger still curled around the trigger, and you looked up at him.
bloody, clammy, lethal, beautiful.
"why not?"
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
➜ it's a mafia fic, if you can't handle an episode of criminal minds, ion know what to say g.
please see universal and copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; it was a few days before new year's and i just thought...what are the mafia kids up to. and here you go. see you soon then🤎✨
p.s. romanized korean in italics, i reckon you can figure out what the few phrases mean, but feel free to send an ask if you're unsure. okay, enjoy our boys💋.
bangchan♟️.
"sweetheart."
you smiled at the sound of bangchan's voice carrying down the hall.
"bub."
he was already smiling when you found him in the doorway. he had one shoe off and was working on the second. you veered to the living room and turned back on the tv.
you smell him before you feel him, feel him before you hear him.
"you really weren't going to watch." bangchan's words rumbled against your neck.
it wasn't a question. with his chest to your back and his fingers curled into your hip bone.
you leaned back into the sturdiness of him. "as far as i'm concerned the year doesn't begin without you."
bangchan smiled softly, chin resting on your shoulder silently as you watched the final minutes of the year tick down.
you don't yet ask how the buy went, he doesn't say. there were so many intricacies involved. minho and changbin had been out at a party. seungmin had been tasked with scoping from an apartment window that they'd rented months prior to avoid suspicion. jisung stood beside bangchan all night, no doubt with a knife strapped to nearly every appendage. felix had no doubt been one with the shadows, his own brew of noxious smoke bombs at the ready. jeongin had kept the car running. and hyunjin was at the clinic, just in case.
you could guess everything went to plan since bangchan was here now, suit basically exactly the way you'd painstakingly pressed it for him, three times. anxiety was a bitch. there was a button missing and a dusting of red, and you were sure you'd get the story behind it but, all that mattered was he'd made it back to you, with time to spare.
"i love you." bangchan's soft confession interrupted your thoughts.
"what?"
"i said i love you ___."
you settled back into him further, "i know that chris, you tell me every chance you get." you turned your head just a bit to kiss his chin. "usually it doesn't sound like a goodbye when you say it but-"
bangchan laughed a bit and shook his head, "no i don't mean it to sound so dramatic just..." he paused, always so thoughtful with his words. "or maybe i do, i don't know. it might be crazy to say but i love what i do. i love the boys. i love what we built together. but what i love most is that you're always here waiting for me. the good, the bad, the ugly. you have always just been here to pick up right where we left off. whether it was bar conversation when we first met. or tonight when you ignore the world like the year isn't changing."
bangchan held you tighter. and you could hear that he was close to tears from the way his voice shook.
"so yeah jagi i just, i love you."
"channah," your own voice was unsteady. "you saved me."
"you saved yourself." bangchan was quick to counter.
"would you shut up sometimes and let me compliment you."
bangchan tipped his head back in laughter, pinching your side gently. "watch it ma."
you grinned, "i'm serious honey. you saved me. my body, my heart, my life. and i will always be here to pick back up right where we left off because there is nothing in this life worth seeing if you're not here to see it too."
bangchan was quiet and then he kissed where your bonnet met your temple. your cheek. your chin. then he lifted one hand to turn your lips to his.
"i love you."
"i love you too." you affirmed against the kiss.
when the ball dropped and seoul erupted, bangchan felt you turn in his arms. your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you in closer. you just looked at each other, not saying anything else. not needing to. then,
"happy new year." bangchan kissed the words into your brow, lips finding yours again soon after.
you smiled into the kiss, "it certainly is now."
minho🧠.
"minho for God's sake."
"what?"
his voice was level despite your slight hysteria and the glance he spared you before reaching for his glass of brown was almost bored.
"i told you when you put that dress on, three or four of these mother fuckers wasn't gonna see 2026." he brought the liquor to his lips, mumbling, "i was generous."
the exhale you let out, for the upteenth time, was exasperated but despite yourself, a smile formed on your lips. in your silence, minho met your eyes. his lips quirked just so.
your smile widened even as you shook your head. "chan said i was meant to be the distraction, you agreed."
"agreed is a strong word," minho averted his gaze again and took a sip. "besides i'd say bleeding out is one hell of a distraction."
you rolled your eyes at his response and he put his glass down as you settled in his lap. it was his turn to let out his exasperation as the high slit of your satin cream dress—which he had to admit contrasted deliciously with your brown skin so could he really blame those assholes for being handsy (spoiler he could and he did)—almost gave view to the fact that your panties were safely tucked in minho's front pocket, where they had been since your bathroom break twentyone minutes ago.
he reached around to tug the fabric together and in doing so raised you higher on his thighs. the warmth from the muzzle of his 45 now pressing into you. you looked down to where minho had tucked his gun back after his outburst earlier and he was already looking at you when you looked back at him.
minho was full on grinning now, one hand keeping your dress from a full marilyn monroe and the other hand reaching somehow gently behind your neck to bring your mouth to his. you gasped a little at the first press of his lips.
you could never quite get used to the duality of your man.
when minho pulled back he smiled at the dazed gleam in your eyes and readjusted you slightly. as he did so, your gaze snapped to him again, because though you could no longer feel the press of his weapon you were still being accosted by something steel.
"minho lee."
"what," he grinned, unashamed of his insatiability where you were concerned. "see, you're so worried about if those assholes are gonna make it, meanwhile i've been seconds from dying since the clock struck midnight."
you knew he meant it.
"the bathroom was a mean tease mouse." he pouted, whining ever so slightly now.
you giggled slightly, this man. "you called the cleaning crew?" he nodded into your neck. "you're sure neither of them will die, and if they don't, they won't talk?" another nod. "alright well, i think enough people have seen you for alibi purposes."
he nodded again, kissing your chin. "bin can handle the toast."
you looked at him a beat, then kissed him softly. "okay you win, let's go home."
"fucking finally." minho groaned, catching changbin's eye and nodding once, changbin tipped his chin up once in subtle understanding, and then minho set you on your feet. fingers wrapping tight around yours as he pulled you towards the door.
"i've got two thousand and twentysix things i still wanna do to you tonight."
changbin🥊.
"thanks for being my date tonight."
you smiled, lifting your head from where it'd been on changbin's shoulder.
"i'm your date every night."
changbin smiled, spinning you out and spinning you back in. "and i'm thankful every night."
the air whooshed from your lungs as your chests met again, your cheeks flushing just so. "who knew you were so smooth mr. seo?"
"float like a butterfly, sting like a bee miss ___."
you grinned widely, kissing his cheek as the music came to a close. you started to speak but then followed his nod and gaze to minho, whose girlfriend gave you a brief wave before they made a discreet exit.
"is it time?" changbin nodded his head as you looked back at him. "i thought you two were—"
changbin grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the trays floating around care of the waitstaff and kissed you softly as he made to the stage.
"looks like hyung's calling an audible. blend into the back, wait for me at the third exit."
you nodded, and holding his hand to keep him from walking, brought his lips back to you. "be careful."
"always chubs." he smiled that easy smile of his, and he was gone.
you heard changbin's voice as he clambered onto the stage. he tapped his glass into the mic and commanded the room. truly just changbin's presence would've done that, but being a member of skz with an obvious message to give didn't hurt.
changbin gave an impromptu speech about skz's community outreach in 2025 and what they intended to do in 2026. he made jokes, the crowd laughed, utterly charmed, and once again he thanked the mayor for presenting him and his brothers with the honor of philanthropists of the year.
earlier in the night he and minho had accepted the award with the mayor while pointing obscurely into the crowd, as though to suggest the other six members were present but just lost in the sea of seoul elites. changbin did the same again now.
"i know the other seven boys are salty i'm the one up here but we flipped an 8 headed coin and dwaekki came out on top."
the crowd laughed as he taunted at his seven members, believing the boys were truly there, and they clapped as changbin bowed.
"happy new year. sae hae bok manhi baduseyo. saranghabnida, kamsahabnida."
"very nice." you praised when changbin met you at the exit.
"thank you." he downed the champagne and you could still feel the bubbles popping when he kissed you. "now let's get outta here before they realize where the city's philanthropists really were tonight."
and as changbin led you out the back entrance you giggled at the thought of the mayor's face if he realized while he was handing your boyfriend and minho the highest award of the night, the rest of skz was pulling off one of the biggest heists of their career.
hyunjin🩺.
"i don't like this."
"wonderful, say it more."
hyunjin was giving you his signature side eye that you couldn't see, but could most definitely feel.
"i mean it sassy pants."
you smiled, looking up from where you were practicing sutures on your sixth banana of the night. "me too drama llama."
"whatever." eyes still squinted though hyunjin couldn't help the upwards tug of his lips. he looked over your shoulder as you went back to stitching. "tighter ringlets if you're going for vertical mattress."
the needle paused in your hand, "i thought they needed more spacing?"
"interrupted or continuous?"
"...was going for continuous."
"honestly, either way wrong."
you sighed, rolling your eyes and pulling the thread free of the banana. "i hate this."
you felt hyunjin's lips press into the top of your braids. "gwaenchanah muse, i know you're gonna ace your exam."
"that's not what i'm talking about." you mumbled, pricking back into the banana with tighter pulls.
hyunjin's lips paused where they'd moved to your temple and he sighed softly. "i know that too. it's why i agreed to let you be here even though i don't like it."
he walked around the front of the exam table you were working at, tilting your chin up to make you look at him. "i absolutely hate having you in any type of danger, but i know having eyes on me makes it a little easier for you."
he bent closer, voice soft with sincerity. "and i can deny you nothing."
you sighed, leaning your forehead against his. "you know i don't hate what you do, i mean consider the way we met." hyunjin smiled remembering. "i just hate that you and the guys so often run the risk of ending up here. needing a continuous vertical mattress stitch that i cannot do."
"i seem to recall you doing just fine." hyunjin grinned, leaning back to raise his shirt showing the scar on his side. "and under pressure no less."
you smirked at him and opened your mouth to respond when his phone went off.
your heart stopped beating for the eleven seconds it took hyunjin to read it.
"deals done, bangchan took a minor scratch. felix can handle the patch job." he looked up at you. "all clear."
"really?"
"really baby."
you sighed, you knew by the emotions that had crossed hyunjin's face while he read the text that there was more to it, but the main point was everyone was gonna make it home tonight.
"good," you patted your chest, "that's good, it's—" a sob you didn't expect bursting from your lips a second later. "i'm sorry." your voice cracked.
hyunjin was already around the table and cradling your face, shushing you gently. "no need to apologize my angel. it's the adrenaline, and the relief."
"does it ever stop feeling this way?"
"when you stop loving the people the worry stems from."
you looked at your boyfriend through teary eyes, "so never then."
he smiled sadly, "'fraid so."
"well," you sighed, wiping your eyes clear and holding up the sutured banana and gesturing to the others. "you can never have enough practice hours i guess."
hyuniin snorted a laugh. "excellent point muse. however, it's 23:08 so i think you can take the rest of the year off."
you giggled at his corny joke and were already tidying the evidence of your stakeout. as always, your boss would be none the wiser.
while you locked up, hyunjin kept watch and texted bangchan that you both were clear and it was safe to relinquish camera control.
you reached for hyunjin's fingers, "all i want is a glass of wine, a churro, and a kiss at midnight."
hyunjin squeezed your hand, kissing your knuckles as the two of you walked to his car. "and you know i'm powerless to oblige my girl."
jisung🔪.
jisung sighed as he slumped into the driver's seat of his car. he looked at his phone again, the time 23:17 mocking him and his last text to you unanswered. not that he could blame you.
ji💕🔪: i swear to God i'm gonna make this up to you baby girl
katana🤤⚔️: there's nothing to make up sungie, seriously. i understand.
ji💕🔪: this is our first new year's together
ji💕🔪: it was supposed to be special
jisung squeezed the cellphone in his hand before tossing it on the passenger seat. it clinked against the bottle of wine and last minute roses he'd stopped at the convenience store to grab when it became clear to him he was not gonna be able to make it in time to get the two of you down to the han river.
unbeknownst to him you'd been planning it for weeks. jisung could recall the smile on his face and the race of his heart when you told him all about it last week, right before he remembered he'd never told you what skz had been planning for new year's eve. so when jisung did tell you, and had to watch your smile drop even as you said it was okay, he couldn't stand it. and so like an idiot he promised you that he would make it in time, and now here he was breaking that promise.
no wonder you hadn't replied. you seemed like the type to do breakups in person.
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"baby girl i'm so sorry. i know i promised but channie hyung got knifed and then seungmin caught a headshot and this suv pulled up and now my favourite knife is being melted into a stanley cup as we speak and—"
jisung stopped mid ramble, the door was still open because his words had begun pouring out as soon as he'd crossed the threshold. he'd half expected you to be standing on the other side with a packed bag. he could see you leaned against the sliding glass door with a smile on your face.
"...kat what's, what's going on?"
you didn't say a word but beckoned him closer. he wasted no time shutting the door with his foot, the autolock dinging as he made his way outside to see the pool lit up and a bench that definitely wasn't there when he left for the rip.
"baby?"
you were still smiling at him. "i brought the river to us. besides, if it's at jisung's house, then isn't any water the han river?"
he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he did both.
you cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose, thumbs wiping his eyes. "when you told me about the mission last week i started thinking of backup plans. i sent the bench to chris's house. i don't know what unnie told him it was but he suspected nothing and when he left, she brought it here and helped me build it."
"this is...i mean i don't..." jisung shrugged at a loss for words, his hands still holding the wine and bouquet as they came to wrap around you.
"han jisung speechless, hell must be frozen." you grinned.
he just stared at you, barely registering your jest, and then.
"i love you."
you blinked. your turn to be speechless. your mouth just opened and closed while his smile grew.
he nuzzled your nose then kissed you. "i love you and i'm not letting another second, let alone year, pass without you knowing it."
you inhaled sharply and he squeezed you tighter. "i love you ___."
"i love you too. i have since the chloroform."
jisung let out a wet, disbelieving laugh, eyes still misty and full of all the love he was no longer keeping to himself.
and when the fireworks burst over the han river some minutes later at midnight, you'd've seen them from your own personal han river.
had you not been wrapped up on your new bench, under your favourite blanket, tangled with your favourite boy who smelled like the rose stem he'd stuck in your afro and tasted like the open bottle of wine forgotten to your right.
felix🧪.
"baayyybeee." felix whined as you handed him a third shot of liquid charcoal. "i told you the exposure was minimal."
"i wouldn't give a damn." you stared at him, shaking the medicinal cup in your hand when he didn't reach for it.
he rolled his eyes, swiping back at his wet hair as the shower continued to beat on his back. "i'll take it if you get in with me."
"i'll get in with you if you take it."
before you could register it felix's hand darted out, popped the cup in his mouth, and grabbed your t-shirt yanking you into the shower.
"YONGBOKAH MICHYESSEO?"
he tipped his head back, the cup still in his lips emptying the contents, before he spit it away. the action was sexier than you cared to admit standing there soaked from head to toe. admit or not, you knew felix knew you were getting hot in the ass from the smirk he was donning.
his eyes flicked down to the nipple piercings now clearly visible through your soaked tee before meeting your gaze.
"you said you'd get in, aint say shit about the clothes." he put one arm at your back and the other behind your neck to bring your lips close to his. "and to answer your question, i'm irrevocably crazy when you're involved."
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one hour and two orgasms later you and felix were in bed sharing ramyeon and watching the bosingak bell ringing ceremony. finally full you let your chopsticks clang against the bowl and let your head fall to felix's shoulder. he turned his head to kiss your damp hair.
"six stitch goddess braids gone to hell. the shrinkage bout to go crazy." you mumbled, feeling felix's chest shake beside you.
he kissed the top of your head again. "they're still gorgeous yeosin, cause it's you. they'd just be braids on anyone else."
you lifted your head to look at him. "does yeosin mean goddess?"
felix pecked you softly. "it does."
against your wishes your eyes started to water. damn you felix, you thought as you futilely tried to blink them away. you were buttercup personified before him. sour, spice, and nothing nice. now you were blossom, or worse, bubbles.
"oh bc," felix's smile was sad as he moved away the tray of food and brought your face to his chest. he rubbed your back, he knew what the tears were without you saying. suspected by the second charcoal shot and was certain by the third. felt it in the way you'd clung to him in the shower when the two of you were as close as two people could be. saw just now in your tear filled eyes.
"i'm okay bc, i'm right here."
your fingers gripped his hoodie. "when you called and said your gas mask malfunctioned—" your voice cracked and felix held you tighter, lips pressed to your crown. "every time you go out there i hold my breath, and i don't breathe again until i see you."
"funny cause whenever i go i leave all my air with you baby, you should have more than enough." felix smiled when he heard you snort and kissed your temple, rubbing your back. "i know it's hard angel, i do. i feel the same way when you're out on your runs. worried something will happen again but this time," he voice caught, "i won't find you in time."
you leant back to look at him, cupping his face. "that's not gonna happen."
"easy for you to say, you don't have to deal with kim trigger happy min if his best friend dies."
you snorted again, "fair. alright then. no dying pact starting now. georae?"
felix smiled, and as the voices in the background yelled 'set, dul, hana, saehae bok mani badeuseyo' he squeezed your outstretched pinky. "georae."
and in the dark of the room, with nothing but the fireworks in the distance as your witness, you two welcomed the year in with a newly sealed deal.
seungmin🔫.
"yeoboseyo yeobo." seungmin said as he answered the phone with a tap to the bluetooth in his left ear.
"hello my love, i was just—i know damn well that wasn't a gun shot."
you could just hear that brand of smugness that was so quintessentially seungmin.
"very good ear pretty, bonus points if you can name the weapon."
you set down your curling iron, mouth still aghast, blinking at your reflection.
"there is just no way you answered the call just then."
seungmin smirked as he heard jisung through his comms while seeing through his scope that jisung had turned around to look at where jisung knew seungmin was hidden in an apartment window.
"quiet hyung im talking to my girl," seungmin's smirk deepened as his attention shifted back to you, all the while making adjustments to his sight incase another bogey decided to attack one of his brothers.
"tick tock pretty."
you inhaled, regaining your bearings despite the ridiculousness of the situation. your eyes closed as you tried to recall the sound. "m2010 esr."
seungmin's smile was slowly forming, "and?"
"phantom silencer."
seungmin's grin was full blown now as he let out a low whistle. "i swear to God i'm gonna marry you girl."
"finally, i call best man." jeongin chirped from the car.
"i think his roommate of two years gets dibs." felix's deep voice was just as quiet as the shadows that currently hid him.
"i'm just happy he's marrying something that doesn't go click click boom." jisung snorted.
"children can we focus!" bangchan hissed, returning from dragging away the body seungmin had dropped just as another car pulled into the alley.
seungmin laughed and you could only guess what all the boys were saying on the comms after seungmin's declaration of love. all you knew for sure was your cheeks were hot.
"would you just call me back when we don't have an audience. and be safe, please."
"well you're no fun," seungmin racked his slide. "laters baby."
||
"i still cannot believe you."
an hour and some change later you stood on a rooftop with seungmin swaying to the low music emitting from his phone.
"what." he grinned cheekily as he dipped you low.
earlier that day seungmin had told you to dress nice and that a car would be there for you by 2315. you'd known for weeks it was only minho and changbin attending the new year's eve mayor's ball. and ever since you'd doubted that your nye plans would include anything other than ice cream and praying seungmin made it back in time. so when you'd interrupted his antics earlier, you hadn't known what you were getting ready for, and just wanted to confirm that you two were still on.
"still can't believe me? i told you this morning to trust me." seungmin smirked at your breathlessness as he pulled you back up and spun you, arms coming around to rest on your stomach. "i can't believe you doubted me."
you leaned your back impossibly closer to his chest. "i have never doubted you seungmin."
the sway of his steps stuttered almost imperceptibly, if you hadn't been so close you might've missed it, at the earnestness in your voice. seungmin didn't say anything but held you somehow closer still and kissed the side of your head, letting his lips linger.
you smiled and let your head settle against his shoulder. "what i couldn't believe is that you answered your damn phone mid mission."
"what like it's hard?"
"okay seungmin woods."
you could feel his smile against your cheek, "i wouldn't mind you doing the bend and snap." he laughed when you smacked him. "seriously i had my bluetooth in, no big."
"that's not distracting?"
"jagi be serious." seungmin rolled his eyes. "besides i keep the team coms in my right ear and my bluetooth in the left."
"oddly specific."
"right ear refers to left brain, logical. left ear refers to right brain, emotional."
you turned in his arms, "you keep me on your emotional side."
he rolled his eyes again but a smile was forming. "shut up."
the two of you continued to jeer and joke until thirty seconds remained in the year.
"ready?" seungmin asked as the time ticked away.
you were holding a shotgun, preparing to shoot, timing it just right. in the background you could hear the countdown from the radio station seungmin had turned on.
"pull."
at your command seungmin released the firework packed clay target. 3. 2. you exhaled and pulled the trigger, your bullet connecting with the target, and scattering bursts of light all over the sky.
you smiled, lowering your gun as you watched. normally you would've chastised seungmin for drawing too much attention, but on new year's nobody would question the loud pops all over town.
"amazing shot squish."
the adrenaline coursed through you as you watched the sky alight all over with fireworks throughout the city.
seungmin squeezed your hand. "happy new year."
"happy new year honey." you turned to your boyfriend, with a smile, squeezing his hand back as you pulled him in for a kiss. and then you were raising the shotgun again. "now pull."
he snorted at your eagerness, kissing your cheek briefly, before releasing another target. and when the reflection of the fireworks washed over your face his earlier thoughts echoed,
i swear to God i'm gonna marry you girl.
jeongin🏎️.
"thank you for the ride agibang."
"of course boss."
bangchan opened the door, glancing back. "tell our favourite legal eagle i'm sorry for making you late."
"hyung be serious, this car goes 0 to 100 and i have nos."
bangchan chuckled, shutting the door and leaning through the open window. "at least try to stay off the traffic cams."
jeongin smirked with a two finger salute. "aye aye captain."
bangchan sighed and shook his head as he watched jeongin take off down the street like a bat out of hell, raising his phone as he walked inside. "hey siri, set a reminder to wipe the cams from hongdae to seongsu."
meanwhile jeongin was putting the literal pedal to the literal metal, considering running his third red light when his phone rang and he slammed on the brakes, reaching for it.
"noona."
"lover."
jeongin smiled, "i'm almost there, i swear."
"you're gonna miss me."
"baby no," jeongin frowned at the certainty in your voice. "i promised i'd be there, and i will. it got a little hectic and i had to take hyung home, but i swear on my life when that fucking ball drops, you will be in my arms."
you smiled to yourself, winding down your window and glancing to your left. "you're gonna miss me."
jeongin's eyes widened. he looked at you, his phone, then you again. "w-what? how?"
you shrugged, "i saw you change your route to chris's place and i thought it'd be fun to head you off."
jeongin's mouth was still hung open and you smirked. "you were doing a lot of illegal traffic maneuvers. you're gonna need a hell of a lawyer."
he grinned then. "i think i know one."
"lucky you." you grinned back, peeling off as the light turned green.
jeongin was left in shock for just a moment and then he was on your tail.
the moves you and him were making was something out of tokyo drift sans the gun fire, although considering your boyfriend who could really rule it out. he let you win as the two of you made it back to skz headquarters. you put in the code, and he followed you through the gate. when the two of you parked, jeongin was out of his car and tugging you out of yours before you really knew what was happening. you giggled as he tickled you, attacking your face with kisses as well.
you smiled, breathless as you rested against the hood of your car, your locs fanned around your head like a crown.
"what am i gonna do with you ___?" jeongin asked, just as breathless.
you were caged between jeongin's arms as he stood between your legs. "love me."
jeongin's gaze softened, and he cupped your left cheek. "since the day i met you belle."
you smiled and grabbed him by his suit lapels to pull him into a kiss. "i love you beast."
he sunk into the kiss, one hand still on your face and the other squeezing your hip. "i never thought i'd have this again." jeongin's voice was vulnerable, shaky just a bit. "the boys, you, a real family again. i mean i know i've had the boys for ages but for us…to find our way back to each other this year, after everything—" he squeezed his eyes and shook his head.
you reached up and wiped his tears. "innie."
he smiled sadly, "sorry, i'm fine, really. guess it's just hitting me it's the first new year's i've had since my parents were killed that everyone i love is safe and sound and—and still gonna be right here for me tomorrow."
you kept your hand on his face, caressing. "and we will be right here for you tomorrow. and right here always yang. me and the boys. it's okay to be sad, to feel it, as long as you remember you're never gonna be alone again."
jeongin looked at the unshed tears in your eyes and listened to the conviction in your voice, and he let himself bask in it. in you. in the feeling of being loved and cared for and part of a family.
"thank you belle." he leaned into your palm and then bent to your face, nudging your nose and kissing you again. "i'm gonna fuck you on the hood of your car now."
your breath hitched and jeongin smiled as the gasp hit his lips.
"i'm gonna end this year and start the next doing my favorite thing in the world, you."
"well," you breathed. "you swore on your life when the ball dropped i'd be in your arms."
"i did," jeongin hooked a hand under the crook of your leg and hiked you further up the car, you let out a soft, 'oh.'
"and now i'm duty bound because i can't risk my life." he unzipped his slacks and pushed up your maxi skirt. "after all, i intend to spend the rest of it with you."
you were some new unnamed emotion, something between flushed and shocked and embarrassed and anticipatory. "jeongin-nnn." you sighed the end of his name as he pressed a finger in.
"always so ready noona."
"beast please." you hardly needed to beg because jeongin was already pushing forward. your back bowed off the car and jeongin dropped his forehead to yours.
"fuck," jeongin exhaled into your mouth, skin already slick. "tell me again how much you love me."
you wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles brushing against the suit pants still on his hips. "i love you jeongin." you ripped at his dress shirt, desperate to touch his chest, to feel his heartbeat, to ground yourself in him. "i love you more than anyone, more than anything."
he kissed the corner of your eye with a gentleness at complete odds with the way he was fucking you into the warm metal at your back. "not more than i love you angel."
and a few minutes later, when you heard the 2026 fireworks in the distance, they were nothing compared to the ones you were already feeling.
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
it's the way the boys love you for meeee😭 plus the more i reveal ab the mafia kids and their ladies with their solo fics, the more fun it is to reread moments like this🥹
just read operation get the girl, and i'm gonna need a no less than twenty part series complete with slow burn, angst, and neeeeyyyyesty smut. okay thanks girl love ya bye!
i'm-☠️ lmfaoooo well alrighty then. i love your gusto. perhaps ogtg does deserve its own world.
tldr; operation get the girl series confirmed?🤷🏾♀️🤭
i am nothing if not a woman of the people🤭 so yah know what i gotta ask. we alr got chan, min, bin, hyune, and seungminnie. so who do ya want next?!
ps; i could never thank y'all enough for all the love on mafia kids (and the text couples, and the ot8 poly, and and and lol). seriously writers live for your comments and ideas and questions and all the things. PLEASE don't be silent if you're enjoying something. that's what anon is there for if you're shy! and likes and reblogs mean the world to all us writers. so go give your fave tumblr writer love right now! i'll know if you don't😠. love you, mean it💋
Question about the Mafia series, are OT8 like together…poly style or just extremely close?? The story is great so far btw!!
excellent q beloved, no poly ot8. just extremely close. picture them as they are now but with weapons of mass destruction lmaoo. a lot of skinship, but thats about all.
howwwwwever (in my michael kyle voice)😈 i did have a requested poly ot8 fic, v short but i've been asked to make it a series so who knows!
tldr; mafia kids are not together romantically but try and separate them and that's your ass. and thank you for the love🤎✨
please see copyright and universal warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; once again y'all just had to vote for one of the harder fics for me to give up😭! i wrote this one right after minho's (can you tell who my bias and wrecker are🥵). so, once again this is my literal baby, be kind to her, or i'm sending minho and seungmin, and you already know how they comin🤭. enjoy💋.
ps; you guys know the drill. i suggest reading this first to learn about all the boys and their specialties. other full length fics are chan, minho, bin, and seungmin. and hit up the mafia kids tag on my page for random mini drabbles. see you soon then🤎✨.
pps; i generally write korean romanized and in italics, context should tell you the words but feel free to ask☁️.
hyunjin was a lot of things.
intelligent.
precise.
ruthless.
hot.
usually only in a figurative sense.
but right now, with a fever sweat droplet slipping into his eye while he had his shirt between his teeth to hold it up while his hands shook trying to put the nylon thread through the needle, he was most certainly hot.
in a literal sense.
hyunjin exhaled harshly around his once crisp—now wrinkled, ripped, and bloodied—white dress shirt, blinking the sweat away and still chasing the eye of the needle. he was on a silver medical table. had made quick work of picking the day surgery clinic's lock and stumbled into a suite. now hyunjin had one leg extended, the other dangling off the table, while he tried desperately to keep from bleeding out.
his phone was buzzing in his front pocket. no doubt the rest of the guys confirming that they'd made it out and to one of the safe houses. hyunjin could've messaged them. told them he was hit, told them he needed help. but injuries were his domain. and if he couldn't handle this, he didn't deserve the title. if he couldn't handle this, and they came back to finish the job, he wouldn't be responsible for putting one of his brothers in harm's way. even if bangchan would probably insist later (if hyunjin survived this), with proof no less (that man was annoyingly meticulous), that bangchan had in fact planned for this exact scenario.
"f-fuck!" hyunjin exclaimed softly with a groan.
trying to keep his frustration low to keep his pulse low so his heart wouldn't pump blood through his veins and out of his body faster was han jisung ranting about knives level annoying. and it was getting hard to stay calm when his bloody (literal not british) fingers kept missing the eye of the needle, and the sweat from his body going into shock kept getting in his bloody (british not literal) eye.
shaky fingers pulled his shirt back up; he suppressed a scream at the sting of the designer fabric as it dragged against his wound. snuffing out his cries by biting down on the cotton.
i'm gonna die here, he thought passively still trying to work with the thin thread.
and then hyunjin was rolling his eyes, huffing a weak laugh thinking about the last close call he'd had. but at least then, he hadn't been alone. he'd been with felix. the pair of them'd had nothing but time waiting for the rest of the guys to find them, or for the box to run out of air. whichever came first. it was then he and felix made a morbid bet.
who would die first?
hyunjin didn't know what was worse: dying, or dying knowing that floppy haired sunray with legs was gonna get all his paints, canvases, and the key to a vault. hyunjin wouldn't even be there to see the look on felix's face when he was met with van gogh's poppy flowers.
hyunjin smiled to himself. it was from a heist hyunjin had pulled off years earlier, when everything was light. when he and his old friends thought they were invincible. he learned quickly after that particular heist that they were in fact not invincible, and that's when he'd met bangchan. or rather, when bangchan had saved him. and the rest, as it goes, had been history.
now here hyunjin was, cursing at a needle and thread, learning once again he wasn't invincible.
sweat or tears or he didn't even know what clouding his vision as he realized bangchan wasn't gonna be able to save him this time. his head was woozy with blood loss, and his fingers were shaking so bad he felt like he was on the come down. and that was when hyunjin really began to lose hope. his adrenaline was running out. he had two minutes, maybe three, until shock took over and he'd be useless then.
his phone buzzed again and he reached in his pocket to pull it out. the device slipping from his sweaty fingers and clanging onto the table beside him. hyunjin's hair, long since slipped out of its ponytail, fell into his eye as he watched seungmin's contact name light up the screen. hyunjin hovered a shaky finger over the green circle just long enough for the phone to go to voicemail. next came a text from the group chat, he smeared his platlets over the screen as he swiped up to read the thread.
psycho: if you are somewhere silently bleeding out again i will kill you myself.
hyunjin snorted, the laugh choking him on the way out, metal in his mouth, red on his lips. before he could reply to minho, jeongin's message bubble popped up with the rest of skz following closely behind.
baby driver: hyung you do this every time, why would you turn your location off again?
deadshot: because he's a fucking idiot
they were "roommates": hyunjin where the fuck are you?
yongbok: nice try jinnie, chan's got the location
dad: we don't leave each other behind hyunjin
yeobo: just hang on jagiya, we're on the way.
hyunjin's lips quivered as he read all the texts: minho, jeongin, seungmin, changbin, felix, bangchan, and finally a tear falling as he read jisung's. he was out of time. the only solace he had was if the seven minutes everyone talked about was real, he would have just enough time to remember each of the boys he loved the most in the world.
the needle was still in his hand and hyunjin closed it in his fist tightly, trying desperately to use a pain stimulus to his benefit. trying desperately to just hang on as jisung had ordered, but he could barely feel the prick of its point now. his body buzzed and he sagged against the wall behind him.
hyunjin thought of the seven brothers he was leaving behind, thought of the best friend from ages ago he'd kept meaning to reconnect with, he had never repaid her and now he never would. that was a debt he hated to leave unpaid because he'd long ago resigned himself to knowing he could never repay the boys. so the least he could do was settle his dues from his life before skz.
skz. hyunjin was nothing without them. he'd only survived this long because of them, because of belonging to them and their little family. fucked up though it might've been, it was theirs. and it had provided hyunjin with a love and stability he never believed he could obtain. this good fortune, this second chance at life, had just fallen in his lap and now it was slipping through his fingers. like a bad cliché, hyunjin thought of all the used to bes and could've beens and will never get tos.
i'm gonna die here, hyunjin thought again but this time the words seemed to take root. blood began to seep out from his closed fist, he couldn't feel it.
i've been on borrowed time for years, he blinked slowly, it's better this way.
hyunjin's farewell speech was cut short as his ears perked at the ghost of a movement, but it was enough. weak though he was, he channeled one last burst of energy.
his fist opened and the needle he'd been squeezing was tiny as it fell but in the silence of his fast movements it seemed to bang against the table. hyunjin's hand darted to his side, cocking his gun as he rose it up and pointed it towards the door.
you'd heard the bullet sliding into the fire position and it made you gasp because it was too late now. too late to back away and pretend you hadn't heard a shootout. pretend you hadn't heard fast footsteps and shallow gasps. pretend you hadn't seen a wisp of white and black and splotched red dart into the clinic you had just locked up not 10 minutes prior. so, you held your breath and stepped into the bright light of the room.
nobody said anything. hyunjin holding the gun out easily, like he did it every day, and you standing there like that emoji your best friend overused.
"tteona."
you blinked once, shook your head slightly. "i don't..i can't-"
"you don't speak korean?"
"i understand a little but i-"
"leave." hyunjin's voice wasn't loud but the force of it was still all encompassing. cold. final. you wondered what mountains fell when he actually did raise his voice.
your inhale got taught in your trachea but your eyes were locked, staring. not down the barrel of what could be your execution method, but at the executioner. he hadn't said but ten words, none of them kind, and already you were fucked. hooked. a goner. either by one of his bullets or by falling for a man clearly waist deep in all the trouble you'd worked so hard to avoid, especially living in this part of town. you wondered which demise would hurt less, which death would be quicker.
"ani."
hyunjin's head tilted at your refusal, watching curiously as you kept stepping forward until the muzzle of his gun was pressed to your clavicle. the hand holding the gun was bleeding, from where you didn't know but you could see the sticky red coating the handle of your would be murder weapon and dripping down onto his slacks, forming a small puddle.
you looked up at him, sweat on his hair line, wet strands falling over his flushed face, and the most lush lips you'd ever seen.
if he's gonna kill me, you thought, there are worse ways to go.
it took real work to keep your breathing steady with a literal da vinci sculpture mere inches from you, and there was the matter of that sculpture wielding a deadly weapon. as you reached for the fallen needle and thread your gaze passed over his center, okay, make that two deadly weapons. there was a weak smirk on his face when you looked back at him, he'd caught you ogling. and dying or not, hyunjin still had enough energy to flirt. but you were too busy threading and tying off the needle to care about whatever teasing at your obvious attraction for him he was about to spout.
"lift your shirt."
hyunjin didn't move for a few beats, staring at you. trying to figure you out, the arm holding his gun slowly lowering. "why would you help me?"
you stepped closer, squatting to get better visibility of the wound as he obeyed you despite his distrust. hyunjin rose his shirt, one cut up finger still curled around the trigger, and you looked up at him.
bloody, clammy, lethal, beautiful.
"why not?"
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
Is the childhood bestfriend in Jinnie's fic the Mouse/Kid from Minho's fic??? I'm going crazy omg, if so it's so so good how you threw that in! I can't wait to see how it all comes together. This series is so good😭 Your brain deserves all the kisses!
my brain deserves kisses?? what ab yours for catching that🤭 yes! hyune's kid is minho's mouse😌 and that's the friend hyune is missing in his final moments. there is A LOT to unpack ab hyune's past, ab all the boys really. my mind feels like a spiderweb with 8 intricate backstories (16 if you count their ladies fr) and the paths they weave. another good peek into their lives is the nye fic! but i can't wait for you to see it come together as well💋
tldr; we haven't even scratched the surface of the mafia!kids world🤭🤎✨
please see copyright and universal warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; once again y'all just had to vote for one of the harder fics for me to give up😭! i wrote this one right after minho's (can you tell who my bias and wrecker are🥵). so, once again this is my literal baby, be kind to her, or i'm sending minho and seungmin, and you already know how they comin🤭. enjoy💋.
ps; you guys know the drill. i suggest reading this first to learn about all the boys and their specialties. other full length fics are chan, minho, bin, and seungmin. and hit up the mafia kids tag on my page for random mini drabbles. see you soon then🤎✨.
pps; i generally write korean romanized and in italics, context should tell you the words but feel free to ask☁️.
hyunjin was a lot of things.
intelligent.
precise.
ruthless.
hot.
usually only in a figurative sense.
but right now, with a fever sweat droplet slipping into his eye while he had his shirt between his teeth to hold it up while his hands shook trying to put the nylon thread through the needle, he was most certainly hot.
in a literal sense.
hyunjin exhaled harshly around his once crisp—now wrinkled, ripped, and bloodied—white dress shirt, blinking the sweat away and still chasing the eye of the needle. he was on a silver medical table. had made quick work of picking the day surgery clinic's lock and stumbled into a suite. now hyunjin had one leg extended, the other dangling off the table, while he tried desperately to keep from bleeding out.
his phone was buzzing in his front pocket. no doubt the rest of the guys confirming that they'd made it out and to one of the safe houses. hyunjin could've messaged them. told them he was hit, told them he needed help. but injuries were his domain. and if he couldn't handle this, he didn't deserve the title. if he couldn't handle this, and they came back to finish the job, he wouldn't be responsible for putting one of his brothers in harm's way. even if bangchan would probably insist later (if hyunjin survived this), with proof no less (that man was annoyingly meticulous), that bangchan had in fact planned for this exact scenario.
"f-fuck!" hyunjin exclaimed softly with a groan.
trying to keep his frustration low to keep his pulse low so his heart wouldn't pump blood through his veins and out of his body faster was han jisung ranting about knives level annoying. and it was getting hard to stay calm when his bloody (literal not british) fingers kept missing the eye of the needle, and the sweat from his body going into shock kept getting in his bloody (british not literal) eye.
shaky fingers pulled his shirt back up; he suppressed a scream at the sting of the designer fabric as it dragged against his wound. snuffing out his cries by biting down on the cotton.
i'm gonna die here, he thought passively still trying to work with the thin thread.
and then hyunjin was rolling his eyes, huffing a weak laugh thinking about the last close call he'd had. but at least then, he hadn't been alone. he'd been with felix. the pair of them'd had nothing but time waiting for the rest of the guys to find them, or for the box to run out of air. whichever came first. it was then he and felix made a morbid bet.
who would die first?
hyunjin didn't know what was worse: dying, or dying knowing that floppy haired sunray with legs was gonna get all his paints, canvases, and the key to a vault. hyunjin wouldn't even be there to see the look on felix's face when he was met with van gogh's poppy flowers.
hyunjin smiled to himself. it was from a heist hyunjin had pulled off years earlier, when everything was light. when he and his old friends thought they were invincible. he learned quickly after that particular heist that they were in fact not invincible, and that's when he'd met bangchan. or rather, when bangchan had saved him. and the rest, as it goes, had been history.
now here hyunjin was, cursing at a needle and thread, learning once again he wasn't invincible.
sweat or tears or he didn't even know what clouding his vision as he realized bangchan wasn't gonna be able to save him this time. his head was woozy with blood loss, and his fingers were shaking so bad he felt like he was on the come down. and that was when hyunjin really began to lose hope. his adrenaline was running out. he had two minutes, maybe three, until shock took over and he'd be useless then.
his phone buzzed again and he reached in his pocket to pull it out. the device slipping from his sweaty fingers and clanging onto the table beside him. hyunjin's hair, long since slipped out of its ponytail, fell into his eye as he watched seungmin's contact name light up the screen. hyunjin hovered a shaky finger over the green circle just long enough for the phone to go to voicemail. next came a text from the group chat, he smeared his platlets over the screen as he swiped up to read the thread.
psycho: if you are somewhere silently bleeding out again i will kill you myself.
hyunjin snorted, the laugh choking him on the way out, metal in his mouth, red on his lips. before he could reply to minho, jeongin's message bubble popped up with the rest of skz following closely behind.
baby driver: hyung you do this every time, why would you turn your location off again?
deadshot: because he's a fucking idiot
they were "roommates": hyunjin where the fuck are you?
yongbok: nice try jinnie, chan's got the location
dad: we don't leave each other behind hyunjin
yeobo: just hang on jagiya, we're on the way.
hyunjin's lips quivered as he read all the texts: minho, jeongin, seungmin, changbin, felix, bangchan, and finally a tear falling as he read jisung's. he was out of time. the only solace he had was if the seven minutes everyone talked about was real, he would have just enough time to remember each of the boys he loved the most in the world.
the needle was still in his hand and hyunjin closed it in his fist tightly, trying desperately to use a pain stimulus to his benefit. trying desperately to just hang on as jisung had ordered, but he could barely feel the prick of its point now. his body buzzed and he sagged against the wall behind him.
hyunjin thought of the seven brothers he was leaving behind, thought of the best friend from ages ago he'd kept meaning to reconnect with, he had never repaid her and now he never would. that was a debt he hated to leave unpaid because he'd long ago resigned himself to knowing he could never repay the boys. so the least he could do was settle his dues from his life before skz.
skz. hyunjin was nothing without them. he'd only survived this long because of them, because of belonging to them and their little family. fucked up though it might've been, it was theirs. and it had provided hyunjin with a love and stability he never believed he could obtain. this good fortune, this second chance at life, had just fallen in his lap and now it was slipping through his fingers. like a bad cliché, hyunjin thought of all the used to bes and could've beens and will never get tos.
i'm gonna die here, hyunjin thought again but this time the words seemed to take root. blood began to seep out from his closed fist, he couldn't feel it.
i've been on borrowed time for years, he blinked slowly, it's better this way.
hyunjin's farewell speech was cut short as his ears perked at the ghost of a movement, but it was enough. weak though he was, he channeled one last burst of energy.
his fist opened and the needle he'd been squeezing was tiny as it fell but in the silence of his fast movements it seemed to bang against the table. hyunjin's hand darted to his side, cocking his gun as he rose it up and pointed it towards the door.
you'd heard the bullet sliding into the fire position and it made you gasp because it was too late now. too late to back away and pretend you hadn't heard a shootout. pretend you hadn't heard fast footsteps and shallow gasps. pretend you hadn't seen a wisp of white and black and splotched red dart into the clinic you had just locked up not 10 minutes prior. so, you held your breath and stepped into the bright light of the room.
nobody said anything. hyunjin holding the gun out easily, like he did it every day, and you standing there like that emoji your best friend overused.
"tteona."
you blinked once, shook your head slightly. "i don't..i can't-"
"you don't speak korean?"
"i understand a little but i-"
"leave." hyunjin's voice wasn't loud but the force of it was still all encompassing. cold. final. you wondered what mountains fell when he actually did raise his voice.
your inhale got taught in your trachea but your eyes were locked, staring. not down the barrel of what could be your execution method, but at the executioner. he hadn't said but ten words, none of them kind, and already you were fucked. hooked. a goner. either by one of his bullets or by falling for a man clearly waist deep in all the trouble you'd worked so hard to avoid, especially living in this part of town. you wondered which demise would hurt less, which death would be quicker.
"ani."
hyunjin's head tilted at your refusal, watching curiously as you kept stepping forward until the muzzle of his gun was pressed to your clavicle. the hand holding the gun was bleeding, from where you didn't know but you could see the sticky red coating the handle of your would be murder weapon and dripping down onto his slacks, forming a small puddle.
you looked up at him, sweat on his hair line, wet strands falling over his flushed face, and the most lush lips you'd ever seen.
if he's gonna kill me, you thought, there are worse ways to go.
it took real work to keep your breathing steady with a literal da vinci sculpture mere inches from you, and there was the matter of that sculpture wielding a deadly weapon. as you reached for the fallen needle and thread your gaze passed over his center, okay, make that two deadly weapons. there was a weak smirk on his face when you looked back at him, he'd caught you ogling. and dying or not, hyunjin still had enough energy to flirt. but you were too busy threading and tying off the needle to care about whatever teasing at your obvious attraction for him he was about to spout.
"lift your shirt."
hyunjin didn't move for a few beats, staring at you. trying to figure you out, the arm holding his gun slowly lowering. "why would you help me?"
you stepped closer, squatting to get better visibility of the wound as he obeyed you despite his distrust. hyunjin rose his shirt, one cut up finger still curled around the trigger, and you looked up at him.
bloody, clammy, lethal, beautiful.
"why not?"
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
happy new month my loves. y'all know the drill. which mafia kid do you want next?
in the meantime in between time catch up on the fic that started it all. you'll find the four boys who alr have fics there as well. plus you can always check the mafia kids tag on my page for all things mafia!skz. see you soon then🤎✨
please see universal and copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; welcome back to the thievery and deviousness couples, hyung line. i would suggest reading that and the sequel first. the way i wrote this, the couples are facetiming each other. i had so much fun writing and reading in this style. you guys loved the maknae line, i hope you'll enjoy this just as much (i can't lie hyung line fic is my fave🤭). see you soon then🤎✨.
ps; these couples also appear in the fright night trilogy. enjoy💋.
please see universal and copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; welcome back to the thievery and deviousness couples, hyung line. i would suggest reading that and the sequel first. the way i wrote this, the couples are facetiming each other. i had so much fun writing and reading in this style. you guys loved the maknae line, i hope you'll enjoy this just as much (i can't lie hyung line fic is my fave🤭). see you soon then🤎✨.
ps; these couples also appear in the fright night trilogy. enjoy💋.
bangchan.
minho.
changbin.
hyunjin.
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
please see universal and copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; welcome back to the thievery and deviousness couples, maknae line. i would suggest reading that and the sequel first. the way i wrote this, the couples are facetiming each other. i had so much fun writing and reading in this style. tell me if you did too and if you want the hyung line. see you soon then🤎✨.
ps; these couples also appear in the fright night trilogy. enjoy💋.
jisung.
felix.
seungmin.
jeongin.
don't be a silent reader. interaction is a writer's life blood. love you, mean it.💋
finally finished mafia!jisung's debut fic and it is so fucking funny to me omfg lmaooo. but i finished the text couples yday and oof🫦 that's getting dropped first. but man, laugh out loud writing all around.🤭
tldr; text couples soon, poll for mafia kids soon after.🤎✨
➜ the boys are nasty and they found ladies to match their freak, what can i say😈🤭
please see copyright and universal warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
a/n; brought to you by my undying love for all hallows eve. can i just say what an absolute beast this was to create all around. BUT i'm so happy it's yours now. so please feed my praise kink with comments and asks and tell me it was worth it🤭 and as always requests open💋
p.s. badeebadeebadee that's all folks. thanks for all the support on the previous parts. love you, mean it😘. and please don't be a silent reader🙏🏾! i did mention my praise kink right?😏 see you soon then🤎✨.
p.p.s. posting this after watching the kids billboard wishes and minho's was to touch jeongin's butt 1000 more times lmfaooo, stray kids reads the blog confirmed😭🙂↕️
a/n²; this work is cannon so i h i g h l y suggest reading the other parts first. pilot. sequel. and obviously if you don't want to be spoiled about the winning order, read mojo jojo and then scooby will, and then come back to this one🥰.
