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styofa doing anything

Love Begins
noise dept.
NASA
KIROKAZE
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Mike Driver
art blog(derogatory)

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

@theartofmadeline
tumblr dot com

Origami Around
todays bird
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seen from Türkiye

seen from Australia
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seen from United States

seen from Sweden
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mimi’s archives .ᐟ
welcome to my blog <3 writing mostly for enhypen | multifandom
fake texts, free write, & whatever else ruins my sleep schedule
she/her| heewon biased | blk girlala | 19 | 07z
MASTERLIST ࣪𖤐.ᐟ RULES
엔하이픈 ─ autocorrect prank on ot7!enhypen
basically just you ragebaiting your boyfriend...
content: smau ˑ fluff(ish) ˑ comedy ˑ ot7 ˑ profanity ˑ reader is a professional ragebaiter LMFAO
a/n: tell me why i was genuinely cracking tf up when i was writing this omfg why was this so much fun to make im crine
check out my ➺ masterlist! ˑ taglist!
QAIT I LOVE THIS SO BAD😭😭😭
SENT AT 2:14AM ⋆˚꩜。 SIM.J
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drunk texting your academic rival
.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written
mimi’s 💌 note : part 5! i had so much fun writing this :( my heart is fluttering and screaming with so much joy. the fluff was killing me as i was finishing this. i hope you guys enjoyed this texting au as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
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SENT AT 2:14AM ⋆˚꩜。 SIM.J
001 002 003 004 005
drunk texting your academic rival
.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written
mimi’s 💌 note: kinda sad this is coming to an end :(. BUT idk if i should write a sequel for jay and sana👀👀 lettt mee knoww
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RULES >⩊<.ᐟ
MIMI WILL NOT WRITE ༄
anything that has to do with incest, feces, piss kink, age play, cnc, abuse romanticizing, extreme gore, noncon/dubcon, idol x idol, yandere themes, pet play, anything illegal problematic, you get the point.
MIMI WILL WRITE ༄
fluff, angst, smut, dacryphillia (really rare), jealousy, slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, threesome, voyeurism, alcohol use, weed use, degradation, praising, pregnancy (NO KINK INVOLVED), blood, horror, light gore, you get the point.
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homophobia, racism, pedophillia, anything regarding stuff that i don’t like, you WILL be blocked
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MASTERLISTS >⩊<.ᐟ
Jungwon
The Bullet Was Never Yours (Angst, Mafia) - COMPLETED
Heeseung
Coming soon…
Jay
Mercy Was Kind (Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Romance) - ONGOING
Jake
He Only Felt Safe Here (Mafia, Angst) - COMPLETED
Sent At 2:14am (Romance, Academic Rival, Drunk Texting) - COMPLETED
Sunghoon
Coming soon…
Sunoo
Coming soon…
Niki
Coming soon…
NOTE : i have a really bad habit of writing more stories than finishing them. bare with me🙏🏾🙏🏾
SENT AT 2:14AM ⋆˚꩜。 SIM.J
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drunk texting your academic rival
.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written
mimi’s 💌 note: part 3!!! if you haven’t go check out part 1 and part 2 before you read :)) i’m having so much fun writing this ngl 😭😭
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SENT AT 2:14AM ⋆˚꩜。 SIM.J
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drunk texting your academic rival
.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written
mimi’s 💌 note: i have too much free time on my hands
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ㅤ𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘ㅤ ︵ㅤ𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 🗯ᐟ
( 🦌 ) 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒/𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴。 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋!𝗁𝖾𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒
OO1 OO2 OO3 OO4 ...
i’m obsessed 😭😭
SENT AT 2:14AM ⋆˚꩜。 SIM.J
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drunk texting your academic rival
.✦ ݁˖ jake x f!reader, academic rivals, jake is cold (with personality, he eventually warms up), free written
mimi’s 💌 note : hey loves! this idea came into my head too quick.. i had to follow through with it or i would’ve forgotten it. seen so many texting au’s on my feed i wanted to give it a try😜
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001- The Kindest Thing I Ever Did
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synopsis: you pulled the trigger because sunoo asked you to. jay never forgave you for it. the dead learned how to hunt. you learned how to live with blood on your hands. mercy didn't save anyone-it just made the end slower.
genre: zombie au, angst, slow burn, doomed romance, survivor!jay, survivor!reader.
warnings: violence, character death, grief, emotional damage.
wc: 2.4-2.6k
mimi’s note 💌: hi loves, first chapter released!! took me forever, never had a chance to actually sit down and write😔 continue to look out for the remaining chapters. if you want to be notified, just comment so i can tag you :D! enjoy!
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April 1st.
“you have no homework today,” mr. kim announced.
the entire class erupts with joy.
chairs scraped immediately against the floor as everyone immediately started packing their bags, already halfway out the door.
“ah-ah, wait,” mr. kim said, raising a hand. “if i remember correctly, today is april fools day.”
the classroom groaned instantly.
he grinned. “before you leave, make sure you read chapters eight, nine, and eleven for any assignments due tonight.”
“you’re evil” someone muttered from the back.
mr. kim could only laugh. “have a good day.”
more complaining filled the classroom.
you shoved your notebook and laptop in your bag when jungwon appeared beside you.
“i’m sick of this holiday,” he said. “every year somebody thinks they’re funny”
you laughed, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “no literally. i’ve never been more annoyed in my life than right now,” you chuckle. “lunch?”
“i would but i have a meeting with my counsellor in five.”
you hum in response. “damn okay. good luck!”
jungwon nods before leaving you in a empty classroom by yourself.
your phone began to ring.
sunoo.
you smiled a little before answering, pressing the phone to your ear.
“hell–“
red lights flashed overhead.
the firealarm exploded through the building so suddenly it made you jump, overlapping with muffled shouting from classrooms down the hall.
“all students must evacuate the building. i repeat. all students mus– evac–“
the announcement cut into static
you sighed.
another fucking prank.
bringing the phone back to your ear, you pushed through the noise. “hello? sunoo?”
nothing.
“sunoo?”
the line disconnects itself.
you frowned at the screen for a second before shoving the device back in your pocket.
as you stepped into the hallway, students flooded the toward the exits loud, irritated crowds.
that’s when you saw the girl lying on the floor.
a trail of blood stretched behind her, smeared across the tile.
you started fod half a second before rolling your eyes.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath. “this sick ass holiday.”
and you walked past her.
heading closer to the exit you hear a groan from behind.
you stop.
the groaning sounded more groggy, startling you even more.
you speed up your pace towards the exit.
opening the door, everyone is outside interacting with each other.
a group of girls laughing in one corner, another eating lunch and studying.
inhaling through your nose and out your mouth, you continue to walk to the dining hall.
opening the dining halls doors you hear a scream, you turn your head towards the sound.
a girl falls towards the floor, her body unconscious.
people laughing, walking by, ignoring the girl on the floor.
you let out a shaky breath. your body slightly trembling.
“when will this shit be over.” you whispered.
another scream—closer this time.
in your peripheral vision, you see a body still on the floor. people begin to back away, slower than normal.
someone dropped their tray of food. it clatters against the floor.
“what the hell?” they whispered
people pull their phones out, hands shaky, as they record something you still can’t see.
then someone runs.
then another.
and suddenly the room shifted.
you didn’t look back.
you were done with the jokes.
until someone behind you made a sound that didn’t belong.
not a scream. nor a laughter.
a low, wet snarl.
you freeze.
slowly, you turned.
the room got quieter in a way that felt wrong.
at the edge of the crowd stood the girl from the hallway.
her skin has gone wrong— pale, bruised blue.
blood dripping from her mouth slow and thick. like she had forgotten to swallow.
and she’s staring at you.
“it’s still april fools day. this is a prank.” someone shouts.
a few people groan in annoyance and some still skeptical.
you turn around once more, secretly promising yourself you won’t believe anything else that happens again.
“hey!” you hear on the side of you.
sunoo.
“sunoo! where have you been?” you smile, wrapping your arms around him. he did the same.
“i was in my lab. i hate lab lectures, they take forever to end.” he chuckles.
you chuckle along with him. the faint sound of footsteps echo through your ears.
“we need to leave. like now.” you whispered, your hands on his shoulders.
“why what’s going on?”
“are you not seeing what’s going on?”
sunoo raises a brow. “oh the zombie looking thing? it’s april fools! it’s all a joke.” he hesitates. “right?”
“no,” you said, sharper now. “we need to go.”
an alarm cracked overhead.
“evacuate the dinning hall! evacuate the—“
a scream cut through the announcement.
you turned.
a student was dragged down near the tables.
something was on them—wrong, jerking, fast.
a wet snarl ripped through the noise.
for half a second, the entire room froze.
then someone screamed—“RUN!”
the cafeteria broke.
chairs slammed. trays clashed. people surged through all at once.
“go—go!” you shouted, pushing sunoo toward the exit.
as you and sunoo make an exit, your vision captures the girl sinked her teeth in human flesh.
“oh my god!” sunoo gasps.
he stops moving.
completely.
blood dripping from the girl’s mouth as she tore into a student beneath her.
“sunoo!” you shook him. his body still in shock.
“sunoo!” you repeat. “we have to find your brother.”
sunoo blinks rapidly, waking up from the horror infront of him.
“my brother,” he exclaimed.
he began to pull out his phone, dialling a number.
you took his phone. “we have to find him on foot, we can’t stay here.”
the sharpness in your tone startled sunoo.
he nods his head immediately.
you grab sunoo’s hand, running off to another exit.
someone slammed into your shoulder.
your grip on sunoo slipped, causing him to hit the floor hard.
“sunoo!”
people ran in every direction, shoving past each other in blind panic.
someone stepped over sunoo, almost trampling him.
you pushed through the crowd and grabbed his arm.
“get up!”
sunoo planted his hands against the floor and pulled himself up, grabbing your hand tightly the second he could.
bodies crash into both of you as you forced your way through the crowd.
then a loud hush of wind thundered overhead.
a helicopter.
your stomach dropped.
you ran faster, your lungs burning from the speed.
leaving the dining hall behind, you reached the back side of campus.
the screaming hadn’t stopped.
neither had the blood.
students ran across the roads crying, some covered in blood, others limping as people dragged toward them.
fear spread faster than the infection itself
sunoo’s eyes brimmed with tears, nose flushed red.
“we’re gonna find your brother, okay?” you said breathlessly.
he nods.
you ran once more, towards the science lab.
pushing past more people, you trip. losing your balance as you ran, your body collided with the stairs.
sunoo quickly picked you up, his body trembling against yours as he opens the door and drags you in.
closing the door, you get up slowly, holding your side.
sunoo slides his body against the door, defeatedly.
“i’m so scared.” his voice shaky and thick.
his body rattles against the door uncontrollably.
you sit right next to him, holding him.
“what even are those things?!” he yells, tears streaming down his face.
“i—“ you pause. “i—i don’t know…” you answered.
you hesitate. “i don’t think this is a prank anymore.”
sunoo pulls his phone out, dialling a number.
jay.
as the phone started to ring, a loud buzzing sound was coming from yours.
you pull your device out.
emergency alert.
you click the notification. swallowing hard.
EMERGENCY ALERT
There is an infectious disease going around that is very deadly. It’s contagious by saliva, a scratch, and a bite. If you aren’t infected, flee the State of Korea. There will be support camps and helicopters to escort those that need to flee.
before you could get a word out, jay answered the phone.
“sunoo!?”
“jay!” sunoo says in a breath.
“where are you?” jay questions, his tone sounding calm and sharp.
“i’m in the science lab. do you know what’s going on? you’re a science major, please, do you know anything!” sunoo says in between a cry.
the phone pauses. sunoo’s cry fills the silence.
“i’m coming to the science building. don’t leave.”
he nods his head even though jay can’t see him.
“do you hear me.” his tone collected.
“yes…” his voice cracky and trembled.
“don’t make a sound either. keep quiet as much as possible.” he whispers. “i’m on my way.”
jay hangs up the phone. sunoo sniffling.
you hold him tighter, closer.
as you hold him for support, you hear that same snarl.
your eyes shifted towards the sound. immediately covering sunoo’s mouth, you stand up.
you tip-toed the opposite direction from the person standing infront of you.
sunoo let’s out a shaky breath, walking carefully around the building.
the person drags itself from its hidden area, a lab coat on its body.
it’s jaw moved uncoordinated, leg snapped oddly, and it’s eyes white.
as you shoved sunoo, you kicked something.
“fuck.” you whispered.
the person jerks it’s head.
you immediately grab sunoo and run.
your feet hitting the floor creating more noise.
it runs.
limping and growling.
you could feel your heart in your ears, your blood warming up your body from anxiety.
you stop. abruptly.
“we can’t be together.” you pause. “we’re creating too much noise if we both run in opposite directions we’ll confuse it!”
sunoo pouts, his eyes brewing up tears.
“i can’t do this by myself.” he cries.
“shh, shh. yes you can. itll only be for a few moments.” you pull him in for a hug.
the walker getting closer.
“go in this door.” you point. “stay in there until your brother comes.”
sunoo holds you closer. “what about you?”
you let out a shaky cry. “don’t worry about me. worry about getting back to your brother.”
he removed himself from the hug.
“go!” you tell.
he sprints towards the other door, his b foot entangling in a wire.
you think of a place to hide until jay comes.
you begin to run towards the elevator, pressing the up button.
bang.
you turn your head, sunoo on the ground.
blood coming from his head.
glass.
another low snarl erupts.
farther this time.
you turn your head in all directions to see where that sound was coming from.
looking straight ahead of you, was a person.
sunoo still on the floor, getting up slowly before he was met with the dead.
“sunoo!” you shout, not caring about the other person in the building.
you run towards sunoo, your mind blank.
another wet dragging sound followed behind you.
the elevator door is broken, a person glued to the floor distracts you.
a scream shook you.
your eyes widen as you turned your head towards him.
his body getting torn from the creature.
he’s fighting.
his fist balled up.
punching the thing that’s causing him the utmost pain with a deep bite.
you sprinted towards sunoo, jumping on your hands and kicking the thing off of him.
grabbing a scalpel, you stabbed the person instantly.
you dropped the scalpel, hands covered in blood and dead remains.
you hear choking in the back.
“sunoo!”
you crawled, throat creating a hard lump.
“sunoo! what—no..” you breathe. “no..”
sunoo, unresponsive. his hand holds onto his wound.
shaking.
“we’re we close?“ he gasps. “tell him i tried.”
your hands apply pressure to his wound.
frowning, you place your forehead towards his. your tears dripping on his face.
“this…” he stops. “this is what mercy looks like, huh.”
you hold him tighter, his blood spilling on your clothes.
faintly, you hear the door open.
you lift your head up.
a flash of light cuts through the room, followed by a sound that pierces your ears.
jay.
he’s there in the doorway, breathing hard, taking the scene too fast to process it all at once.
sunoo still in your arms, barely holding on, his breathing uneven.
shallow.
“jay!“ you shout. “over here!”
he sprints towards you immediately.
his weapon tucked into his waistband, half forgotten.
he drops to his knees beside you, eyes wide, scanning sunoo like he’s trying to understand what went wrong in a single second.
“what happened?!” he demands, voice breaking at the edges. “what happened to my brother?”
sunoo lets out a weak breath, eyes half-lidded.
“you’re hurting my ears,” he says softly, almost a joke, before coughing again.
jay freezes.
like the sound didn’t land right in his head. like he’s trying to convince himself thid isn’t real.
you tighten your hold on sunoo, blood staining your hands and clothes as you press closer to him.
sunoo’s breathing stutters.
his fingers twitch against yours like he’s still trying to stay present.
“jay…” you say quieter now, your voice shaking. “hes—“
you can’t finish it.
sunoo shifts slightly, forcing his eyes open.
he looks at both of you.
like he’s trying to capture the moment.
he swallows.
hard.
“tell him…” he breaths, voice fading. “tell him i tried.”
his grip loosens slightly in your hands.
not gone.
just slipping.
jay drops closer, shaking his head in denial.
“no—no, wait—“
his voice breaks.
he reaches out, like he can pull time back with his hands.
you’re still holding sunoo.
you didn’t even realize you had let go.
sunoo gives you a low stare.
“please…” he whispers, weaker now “i don’t feel good.”
not fear.
not pleading for life.
something worse.
like he knows what’s coming.
his eyes drift. not to you this time.
to jay.
and there’s something in that look that isn’t asking.
it’s stopping him.
like don’t make him watch this.
your body moves before your thoughts catch up.
slow.
wrong.
like your hands belong to someone else.
jay weapon is there—too close, too real.
you don’t remember deciding.
you just remember the weight of it in your grip.
behind you—
“no—!” jay’s voice breaks.
but it sounds far away.
like it’s happening infront of someone else.
your finger tightens.
you don’t feel it happen.
silence presses in too hard.
nothing feels close anymore. just distant shapes, moving wrong.
jay doesn’t move.
for a second, he doesn’t even breathe right.
his eyes are locked on you.
not the noise. not the chaos.
you.
and then—
sunoo.
barely there.
his gaze drifts.
not panicked.
not searching.
just…landing.
on you.
like he’s already stopped fighting before anything finished happening.
jay’s mouth opens.
nothing comes out.
because his brain is not asking questions anymore.
it’s remembering one thing.
your hands
still there.
still too close.
“you were the last thing he saw”
and that’s what stays.
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taglist🖇️ : @francinethings23 @cherryw0n @wonuzu
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"you notice too much?"
"i would hate to know too little,"
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synopsis: he only ever felt safe in one place. a quiet cafe. a girl who didn't ask questions. a name that wasn't his own. neither of you know you're standing on opposite sides of the same war.
parings: jake!mafia x barista!reader
genre: romance, angst, mafia au, secret identity, tragic love
💌mimi's note: welcome to 'He Only Felt Safe Here' a short oneshot where jake only feels safe in a cafe shop with a girl that treats him like an actual human. Be prepared to get a little warm and fuzzy inside (with a hint of a string tugging at the heart). I hope you enjoy the story :)!
wc: 2.5k (not proof-read)
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he comes in at seven every morning. never seven thirty, six thirty. always seven o' clock. you never asked his real name; you told yourself it didn't matter... that some people are better left unknown.
you opened the door to the cafe; the smell of coffee beans and pastries infused your nose. it was six thirty in the morning, and you were setting up the tables, preparing the cozy environment.
your parents, mainly your father built this store from the ground up to keep you off the streets. it was too dangerous, especially for a kind and innocent girl like you. your father always told you to stay out of the streets at night and never talk or trust a man in a suit.
you always asked why but he would tell you you're too young and you're not ready to face the truth.
you wiped down the counter twice, even though it didn't need it. the clock ticked louder when the shop was empty. six fifty-seven. you told yourself you weren't watching it.
at exactly seven, the bell above the door rang. not loud. never loud. and that's when he enters. he politely closes the door behind him, looking around the cafe with innocence. his suit flattened and sharp, his deep cologne filled the cafe from its sweet scent.
you turned your head towards the door. he does a quick nod with a tight smile, heading towards the seat in the corner. a scenery behind it filled with hanging flowers and pictures.
"morning," he says, taking a seat with his elbows on the table.
"good morning," you walk behind the counter, brewing up coffee beans and heating up his favorite pastry.
you always wondered why he sits so close to the exit. why ne never uses his phone. and why he never stays past eight.
you didn't ask what he wanted anymore. you just made it. two sugars. no lid. pastry warmed, not toasted. he liked things soft, not crisp.
"you look tired,"
walking towards him you placed his order in front of him.
"just a little. how could you tell?"
he takes a sip of his warm coffee. "your face is a bit more paler than usual. your eyes are also slightly more baggy."
you slightly smiled. his observations filled you up with slight warmth. someone was actually paying attention to you in the slightest ways. someone who you know you shouldn't trust.
never trust a man in a suit
"someone's been keeping a close eye on me," you announce, heading to the sink to clean out the blender.
a light chuckle escapes his lips as he sips at his coffee once more and biting at his pastry.
"you never take the day off?"
"not really," his mouth semi full.
"that sounds unhealthy."
"this is my day off."
you turned to look at him, your mouth opening to ask him a question, but your gaze gets caught by a black van outside the cafe. he slowly turns his head halfway to see what you were looking at it. you glance at him, his jaw tightening by the slightest, his shoulders tense up. barely noticeable.
the black van drives off; his body language relaxes. while you were observing him, your father always warned you about men in suits. the one sitting in front of you didn't look dangerous. just tired.
he turns his gaze back towards you and you rapidly turned your focus back to the dishes. he checked his watch and you checked the time. seven fifty-eight.
"wait! what's your name?" you shout before he walked out the door.
he hesitates before opening the door. "call me jae"
when he left at eight sharp, he didn't look back. but you noticed something. a faint red stain at the cuff of his sleeve.
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it's a brand-new day. once again, you're back at the cafe opening.
same routine over and over again. setting the tables up, checking the time, seeing him open the door at seven o'clock.
instead of today being a sunny day, it was raining. the day was darker than usual; a slight eerie feeling left in your chest. you look at the door and here comes. his suit different and faint designed imprinted on it this time.
he sits in his usual spot, and you prepare his usual order. this time he looks tired. he always looks tired but this time something was different and you couldn't tell what it was.
"you should be more careful," you say, handing him his drink and pastry.
he raises a brow. "careful with what?"
"whatever you walked through this morning," you point at the cuts on his hands.
he looks down at them, the thin open wounds staring back at him with regret.
"you notice too much." he chuckles.
"i would hate to know too little," you reply with a smile.
"you always look like you're bracing for something," he says quietly.
"you don't have to do that here," you respond in the same tone. "what happened?"
he looks at you, taking a deep sigh. "don't worry about it,"
you step a little closer towards the counter. you pull a napkin from the shelf and place it on his wound. "you're bleeding still."
he watches you. memorizing you.
"you shouldn't do that."
"why?" you say.
"because this place is the only thing in my life that stays clean" he stares at you longer than usual, your heart beating in your chest by his gaze. "i'd rather not stain it."
you didn't understand what he meant. you didn't try to. some people are just better left unknown.
your gaze trails off from the napkin capturing his blood to the same black van that was outside your shop yesterday. he turns his head, and once again his jaw tensed up.
"excuse me. i need to take a step outside," his rough hands gently pushes yours off his hand.
you try to follow him. your footsteps ever so silent in the quiet cafe shop.
"don't follow me outside," he says not even taking a look at you.
you halt in your steps. "i-i wasn't going to."
"you were thinking about it," he opens the door, stepping into the rain with his black umbrella.
you were stuck between two choices. to follow him and find out who he really is or stay back and watch from a distance and continue to ignore the type of person he was.
your curiosity got the best of you, and you followed him. you grab your jacket and umbrella stepping out the door. the bell chime was the last thing you heard before the rain swallowed the sound of the street.
the quiet morning turned into something you weren't meant to see. two men in suits come out the van, bowing to him.
"boss. the route is clear, we cleaned up the mess." the two men in the suits say.
boss? boss of what? is he more dangerous than i thought?
"good. tell me his next moves in the next twenty four hours. fail to do so..." his voice deep, a bit muffled towards the end you couldn't transcribe what he had said.
all you could do was stare. maybe he really wasn't the man you thought he was. he turns around seeing you stand in front of the cafe spying on him. your eyes full, his gaze sharp.
a different man from the cafe was in your presence. a man that your father did indeed warn you about was standing at least five feet away from you.
he isn't the kind man in a suit. he's the reason men wear suits.
"go." he demands, turning his back on his men heading towards you.
the two men complied and headed inside the van. he comes walking over towards you. your hands start to tremble, your body stiffening up at his apperance.
"i told you not to follow me,"
you look up at him, his tone soft again.
and for the first time, you didn't know if you should run from him or stay.
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you’re still outside. either of you fail to let your gaze drop from each other’s eyes, which carried nothing but disappointment and mistrust.
he stepped closer, you don’t move. a thunder of lightening strikes the sky, your body startled by the loud noise. the rain starts pouring, his hair starts intaking the water. his suit soaking from the wet droplets pouring from the sky.
“this is why i told you not to follow me,”
you didn’t listen only because in this moment you chose him. even knowing he’s dangerous.
“i’m not a good man,” he announces.
his voice not threatening. your still, taking in his words. the rain telling him more than your silence. his tone was almost apologetic, tiring.
"you don't look like one when you're inside." you stepped closer, his body growing more firm.
"you don't understand what i do," his voice hoarse. "men like me don't come without consequences."
your eyebrows furrow. not with anger but with challenge.
"then why do you keep coming back?"
"this place is the only thing in my life that stays clean." he pauses. "its quiet here, the only place where my title isn't boss, the only place where my na-"
"jae isn't your real name." you cut him off, his eyes dimming.
"no."
"then what is it?"
"jake," he says. "jake is my name."
"jake," you smile.
he lets out a faint smile.
"now you're involved... i really shouldn't have told you," he blurts, his hand reaching towards your face. you freeze up as he brushes rain fron your cheek.
holding your face in his hands, he stares at you deeply. his stare radiating fear mixed with care. his thumb lingers longer than it should, you couldn't move, your heart pounding. his touch making you feel safe in the dirty world you both live in.
"since we're name revealing. my name is ___,"
jake stops. his eyebrows furrowing down, his jaw tenses up.
"say that again?" his touch still warm in the cold. his heart stopping.
"____" you repeat. "is something wrong?"
"if i had known..." he whispers, pulling his hand away from your face. the warmth disappearing into straight ice.
"known what?" you question, your blood striking in your veins. throat feeling tight.
"you're his daughter."
you blink. "how do you know my father?"
he looks at you once more. a laugh erupts from his throat, he runs his hands through his soaked hair. not amused. just defeated.
"of all places. this city... it just had to be yours."
your eyes sting. burn. "do you work for him?" you question once more.
"he wouldn't want you anywhere near me."
"why," your voice barely above the storm. "what does that even mean?"
he doesn't answer right away. his jaw tightens again.
"your father and I,' he pauses, looking past you instead of at you, "don't stand on the same side of the city,"
your stomach drops.
"that doesn't answer my question."
"its the only answer you're getting."
silence stretches between you. the rain feels heavier. colder.
"you come into my cafe every morning," you say, stepping closer despite yourself. "you sit in the corner. you drink the same coffee. you tell me i look tired."
your voice cracks just slightly.
"and now you're telling me i shouldn't be near you?"
jake finally looks at you.
not boss. not dangerous.
just jake.
"that was my mistake," he says quietly.
your breath catches.
"coming back," he continues. "seven every morning. letting myself pretend for an hour."
"pretend what?" you whisper.
"that I wasn't the man your father would put a bullet in."
the words hit harder than the thunder.
you step back this time. not because you're afraid but because it suddenly makes sense. the van, the tension, the blood on his sleeve, the way he would never stay past eight.
"you're his enemy," you breathe.
jake doesn't deny it.
he just looks at you like he already lost something.
"i should've left you alone," he says.
the rain runs down his face, but you can't tell if that's the only thing making his eyes shine.
"i don't care. what side of the city you're on" you say, tears streaming down your face.
he gives you one last look. one last stare before he gives you a soft smile.
"you don't get to not care," he says quietly. "you don't get to risk yourself because i walked into your life."
your throat tightens.
"seven was enough," he adds.
enough for what, you want to ask. but you already know.
he turns. the van door opens. closes.
he doesn't look back.
the rain keeps falling.
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the next morning, you opened at six thirty.
six fifty-seven.
six fifty-eight.
seven.
the bell doesn't ring.
but you still warm the pastry.
just in case.
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💌mimi's note: im hurt.. but i love a good sad story.
“i killed him so you wouldn’t have to,” “you killed him so i would hate you,”
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synopsis : you pulled the trigger because sunoo asked you to. jay never forgave you for it. the dead learned how to hunt. you learned how to live with blood on your hands. mercy didn’t save anyone—it just made the end slower.
genre: zombie au, angst, slow burn, doomed romance, survivor!jay, survivor!reader.
warnings: violence, character death, grief, emotional damage.
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Chapter 1 - The Kindest Thing I Ever Did
Chapter 2 - We Keep Each Other Alive
Chapter 3 - Mercy Was Kind
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💌 mimi’s note: hello luvvs !! welcome to “Mercy Was Kind”. another emotional roller coaster story, a hint of enemies to lovers if you squint, and zombies that die with mercy. i don’t have a set date to post the chapters of this story but be on the look out for it ;)! if u want to be tagged when the first chapter is posted just comment :D!!
synopsis: two leaders and one city. territory sparks rivalry, desire, and betrayal. nothing ends clean.
genre : dark mafia | romance | rivals → tragedy
warnings:: violence • guns • betrayal • tragedy • blood • mentioning of sex
characters : mafialjungwon x mafia!reader
wc: 1.0k
taglist ~ @won1yoiz
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CHAPTER 5 - FRIDAY
Readers POV
the harbor bridge never slept.
steel groaned under the weight of trucks. water slapped the concrete, cold and relentless. rain came down in thin, sharp threads—enough to sting, not enough to wash anything clean.
you were early. of course. boots planted, jacket zipped high, gun in hand. neutral ground. nobody’s territory. which meant everyone’s.
the wind cut at your face. neon reflected off wet surfaces. every shadow looked like it could move. every drip felt like a footstep.
then you saw him.
jungwon. ten feet away. dark suit clinging to his form, hair slicked back from rain, eyes sharper than the skyline behind him.
“you came alone,” he said.
“so did you,” you snapped.
he didn’t flinch.
but something passed between you—tense, dangerous, alive.
you tightened your grip on your gun, fingers slick with rain.
“you think you’re untouchable?” you asked, voice low. “after last night, after everything? you think I trust you?”
“trust?” he spat the word, a laugh without humor. “we’re not here to trust each other. not tonight.”
“then why draw?” you asked, stepping closer, rain soaking your hair, dripping into your collar.
he didn’t answer. only raised his gun a fraction, fingers steady.
you mirrored him. aiming at him, but not really. it was a ritual, recognition, the unspoken rule between you: respect, power, danger.
“this wasn’t my setup,” he said finally.
“funny. third gang frames me, kidnaps my people, and suddenly I’m supposed to believe you?”
“i didn’t touch your man,” he replied evenly.
you scoffed, letting the rain wash some of the anger into the concrete. “someone wearing your gear tried to kill me. don’t act like i don’t know the difference.”
his eyes flicked sharp. “and someone wearing yours tried to kill me too.”
you froze, heart thumping. the words hit harder than the gun in your hand.
“so you’d risk it? all of this, just to see me?”
“i didn’t risk anything,” he said. “i just watched.”
the wind howled. steel moaned. the bridge felt alive, like it was holding its breath.
“i want answers,” you growled. “and i want them now.”
he tilted his head, eyes unreadable. “answers cost blood.”
“then i’ll pay it,” you hissed. “don’t think for a second that i won’t.”
his jaw tightened. “you think it’s me you’re aiming at?”
“don’t test me,” you snapped. “i know you’re a liar, jungwon. don’t act like i don’t see it.”
he laughed softly, dark and low. “maybe i like that you see it.”
“then get out of my way,” you said, stepping closer, boots sliding slightly on the wet concrete
he didn’t move. didn’t flinch. “you’ll have to pass me first.”
your pulse spiked. each second stretched. the rain stung your eyes. the cold bit at your hands through the gloves.
you raised your gun a fraction. he did the same. the city split beneath your feet. territory carved invisible lines neither of you respected.
“you always play like you’re untouchable,” you said, teeth gritted.
“i know how to survive,” he replied. “you think you’re better?”
“i think i know you,” you said, stepping closer still.
“more than you know yourself.”
his eyes softened fractionally, a glimpse of something raw and dangerous. “careful,” he murmured.
“careful?” you laughed, sharp and hollow. “we’re already at the edge.”
rain soaked your jacket, clinging to your arms. fingers tightened on the trigger. adrenaline roared. your chest ached with every shallow breath.
“look at me,” he said suddenly. tone low, commanding, almost tender.
you did. every inch of you focused. the gun, the wet concrete, the wind, and him.
“this is a test,” you said. “to see who flinches first.”
“not just a test,” he murmured. “to see who’s lying.”
your finger hovered. every second stretched to eternity.
and then—a shot rang out. sharp. metallic. closer than expected.
jungwon’s eyes widened, the movement jerking him back. instinct slammed into you.
niki emerged from the shadows, rain streaking his face, jacket hanging uneven, left side heavier.
“niki,” you hissed, heart hammering.
jungwon’s eyes flicked toward him. recognition, shock, calculation, but too slow. blood slicked the side of his ribs, dark against black fabric.
“what are you—” jungwon rasped.
niki’s gaze stayed on him. slow. deliberate. “you taught me to think ahead,” he said flatly. “i finally did.”
“you—” jungwon started, coughing wetly. “you shot—”
niki shrugged. “no. i shot the future.”
jungwon’s hand twitched. you gripped him tighter, pressing your hands against his chest, feeling the wet warmth of blood seeping through.
“why,” you demanded. “why? this wasn’t supposed to—”
niki’s voice was calm, chilling. “third gang was bait. wanted power. chaos. easy.”
jungwon’s eyes, usually so controlled, flicked weakly toward niki. “you used my name.”
niki shrugged again. “your name opens doors. closes them.”
“niki,” you hissed, pressing harder, trying to stop him from collapsing, “you son of a bitch.”
niki’s gaze flicked toward you. “you’ll be fine. not much to worry about now.”
jungwon coughed, wet and shallow. “listen,” he rasped at niki, every word dragging from pain, from life draining fast, “don’t—don’t make this worse.”
niki’s jaw tightened, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. “i’m not working under you anymore,” he said flatly. “not if i need my empire to succeed.”
jungwon’s eyes softened—no anger, no surprise, only… acceptance.
“then go,” he whispered.
niki paused, just for a fraction. then turned and walked off. footsteps swallowed by the rain and the hum of the city below.
you pressed harder against jungwon. blood everywhere. heart hammering. the world narrowing down to him, to the warmth and weight of him slipping from you.
“stay with me,” you hissed. “we’ll fix this. we’ll—”
“listen,” he rasped, forcing you to look at him, every syllable labored. “territory… yours.”
“don’t,” you whispered. tears streaking your face. “don’t say that.”
he coughed, wet and shallow. “you… win… the city… but…”
“but what?”
he tried to lift his hand, brushing against your wrist. the motion weak, almost delicate. “everything else… lost.”
“don’t talk like that,” you snapped. “please. don’t leave me.”
“i…don’t want you… hurt,” he said. every syllable labored. “stay… alive… stronger…”
your hands shook. arms trembling, pressing against him, holding him up, holding him together, praying he wouldn’t let go.
“i don’t care about the city,” you whispered. “i care about you. you.”
his lips curved faintly, a ghost of a smile. “liar,” he rasped.
the sirens were closer now. voices shouting, chaos blooming across the harbor. you could feel it, the tremor of trucks and rain vibrating beneath your knees.
“look at me,” he whispered. barely audible. “don’t… look away…”
and you obeyed.
every second stretched. the cold rain, the blood, the concrete, the city lights—all vanished except him, his eyes, his ragged breath.
you kissed the side of his forehead, pressed your cheek against his, hands trembling over his chest, desperate to stop the inevitable.
“i was never going to shoot you,” you whispered.
his hand twitched. warmth faded. lips parted slightly. and then, barely a whisper, rasping through the blood and rain, “i know.”
he exhaled one last time.
and went still.
the bridge seemed impossibly quiet, as if the world itself had paused to mourn.
you stayed there. kneeling in blood. rain washing over you, but never enough.
sirens screamed closer, a distant reminder of the empire you had won and the life you had lost.
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💌 mimi’s note : sorry for the hold up luvs!! finale and last chapter, the traitor was niki all along. i indeed had so much fun planning and writing this out :)) ty for reading ‘the bullet was never yours’ :D.
synopsis ∴ two leaders and one city. territory sparks rivalry, desire, and betrayal. nothing ends clean.
genre ∴ dark mafia | romance | rivals → tragedy
warnings ∴ violence · guns · betrayal · tragedy · blood · mentioning of sex
characters ∴ mafia!jungwon x mafia!reader
wc ∴ 661
taglist ~ @won1yoiz
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CHAPTER 4 - THURSDAY
Jungwon POV
the rooftop was quiet in a way the city never really was.
wind cutting through concrete. sirens far enough to sound unreal. neon bleeding into the clouds like the sky itself was bruised. jungwon leaned against the ledge, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, ash dropping without him paying attention.
the door creaked open behind him.
“you’re late,” he said, not turning around.
“you don’t own my time,” she snapped back. still, your steps stopped beside him anyway.
his mouth twitched. “but you came.”
“didn’t wanna hear you bitch about it later.”
he turned then. really looked at her. same leather jacket. same sharp eyes. same presence that made things feel more dangerous than they already were.
“relax,” he muttered. “if i wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it past the stairs.”
she let out a short laugh. mean. “funny. i was thinking the same thing.”
silence stretched, thick and heavy.
the city split beneath your feet. territory carved clean down the middle. his. hers. a line neither of you respected as much as you pretended to.
“why does land matter so much to you?” you asked, eyes still on the skyline. “you already bleed money.”
jungwon scoffed. “coming from someone who’d torch a block over pride.”
“principle,” she corrected. “principle keeps people loyal.”
“and loyalty gets people killed.”
she turned toward him then, stepping closer. too close. “that fear talking?”
jungwon’s jaw tightened. “that experience.”
a beat passed.
“my father lost territory once,” jungwon said. “said it didn’t define him. lost himself right after.”
she blinked. just once.
“didn’t take you for the sentimental type,” she said.
“i’m not,” he replied quickly. “don’t get comfortable.”
the rooftop door opened again.
“boss,” niki’s voice cut through the air.
jungwon didn’t turn right away. he heard it instead—the slight hitch in his step. barely there. wrong.
“you’re bleeding,” jungwon said.
niki shrugged. “barely.”
“i didn’t ask how bad.”
niki didn’t answer.
jungwon’s phone buzzed.
unknown number.
if you want your twelve thousand back, meet me under harbor bridge. midnight. bring the rival. she’ll want her man alive.
she leaned in without asking, shoulder brushing his.
“cute,” she muttered. “they’re getting bold.”
“they took one of yours,” jungwon said flatly.
her lips curved—not a smile. “anyone dumb enough to touch my people doesn’t plan on living long.”
niki went quiet.
“you’re staying here,” jungwon said.
niki snapped, “what? i’m fine.”
“that’s exactly why you’re staying.”
you watched the exchange carefully, eyes narrowing. filing it away.
“harbor bridge is neutral ground,” she said.
“for now,” jungwon replied. “that message wasn’t about money.”
she scoffed. “it never is. money’s just what men hide behind when they want power.”
jungwon looked at you then. really looked.
“you always talk like you’re not playing the same game.”
she stepped closer again. “difference is, i don’t lie to myself about it.”
the wind kicked up, tugging at her hair. jungwon forced himself not to reach out. ground the cigarette instead, heel crushing it into the concrete.
“your people don’t all want peace,” he said quietly.
she laughed, sharp. “neither do yours. don’t act above betrayal.”
“i’m not,” he said. “i just see it coming.”
her eyes locked. something dangerous passed between you. something neither of you named.
“if things were different—” jungwon started.
“they’re not,” she cut in immediately.
still, neither of you moved.
the city breathed beneath you. somewhere below, someone was limping away from a bad decision—one neither of you understood the full cost of yet.
“midnight,” jungwon said. “don’t fuck this up.”
she turned toward the door. “try not to die before then. it’d be inconvenient.”
as you walked away, jungwon’s gaze slid back to niki.
the uneven stance.
the way his jacket hung heavier on one side.
the faint dark stain near the seam.
nothing accidental.
whatever waited under that bridge—
it wasn’t just a setup.
it was a trap.
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💌mimi’s note: sorry for the late post! chapter 4 is indeed short but that doesn’t stop anything! do you guys spot the clues? the subtle hints? who may be the intruder? stay tuned for the last and finale chapter…
synopsis ∴ two leaders and one city. territory sparks rivalry, desire, and betrayal. nothing ends clean.
genre ∴ dark mafia | romance | rivals → tragedy
warnings ∴ violence · guns · betrayal · tragedy · blood · mentioning of sex
characters ∴ mafia!jungwon x mafia!reader
wc ∴ 1.2k
taglist ~ @won1yoiz
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CHAPTER 3 - WEDNESDAY
Reader’s POV
“meet me in the alleyway,” jungwon says before hanging up.
you were sitting at your desk, the annoyance of your rival instructing you orders pissed you off. clean.
as much as you didn’t want to follow his orders, you had territory to take over. including his own.
you grab your leather jacket, throwing it around your shoulders as you head out of your club, making your way to see what the fuck jungwon was on about.
the streets smell of war before it even began. smoke curled from overturned cars, and the neon lights of the district flickered against puddles of rain water. you moved through the chaos, scanning faces you didn’t know. your heart hammering against your ribs, anticipation grows inside of you.
then you saw him. jungwon. calm. calculated. way more composed than last night. your eyes lock in with his. you didn’t speak. you didn’t need to.
“any leads yet?” he questions, taking a pull from his cigarette.
“nothing solid. i’ve checked my routes. nothing is missing on my end.” you answered, putting your hands in your pockets.
he looks at you. “then someone’s clever. using your territory against you… and me.”
you smirk, holding your hand tight around your gun in your pocket. “then let’s see how clever they really are.”
you hear a little rattle come from behind you. turning your head rapidly, nothing was there. you felt a presence and it wasn’t a friendly one. as you begin to walk towards the sound the rattling noise continues.
you were nearly out of the alleyway, crouching by a trash can. you lifted it when jungwon shouted “look out!” he ran toward you, and together you tumbled to the ground as bullets whizzed past.
“front’s mine. cover back!” jungwon shouts.
“backs clear” you shout.
jungwon fired relentless at the car, unaware of movement in the underground stairwell. your pulse spikes, a figure appeared with a gun pointed towards jungwon. instinct took over.
bang.
the shot hit the intruder in the ribs. he dropped a leather pouch, groaning, then scrambled back into the stairwell and disappeared.
you crawled forward, grabbing the pouch—cash and a folded card with your clubs logo. someone was framing you. you slid back behind the dumpster, eyes immediately back on the car.
jungwon kept firing, the car finally retreating and winding down.
the alleyway fell silent except for your ragged breaths. you met jungwon’s eyes. this wasn’t just an attack. it was a message and it was meant to provoke both of you.
“we clear?” jungwon heaves, laying his head back against the dark red brick wall.
“we should be,” you say as you get up from the floor.
jungwon also gets up, his tongue grazing his bottom lip as he heads towards you.
your blood was pumping through your body and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the left over adrenaline from the shoot out or from how good your rival looks at the moment.
snap the fuck out of it.
“take me to your vip room. i have something to show you,” you demand,
he runs his fingers through his jet black hair. he yanks you slightly behind him, gun raised. still alert. “stay low.” his jaw tightening.
“always,” you replied. “i found a clue,”
—
“so you’re telling me someone is framing you?” his tone confused.
“yes, in-fact someone was coming out of your bar trying to shoot you.”
jungwon’s eyes widened. “i’m going to have niki run the tape.”
you tilt your head. “who?”
“niki. he’s my crew member.” he says, dialling the number on his phone.
jungwon steps away from you. you hear him on the phone talking to niki. your hands trace around the leather wallet, nothing else in there but your card and some cash.
you begin to slowly retrace the steps of everyrhing happening. you were at the garbage, bound to inspect the rattling sound that caught your attention. jungwon jumps on you and protects you, giving you time to pull out your weapon and fire back with him.
that intruder. it just kept running through your mind. where did he come from? why was he pointing the gun towards jungwon? what the fuck is going on.
jungwon comes back to his table, running his fingers through his hair. you tend to keep your calm demanour, but your intuition was telling you something different. something wasn’t right.
“he said he’ll view the tapes in thirty,” he exhaled. “is there anything else you need to tell me?”
your head still in your thoughts, calculating everything that happened. you being to hear snapping noises, but it was only jungwon’s fingers in your face.
“snap out of it. i’m talking to you.” he says. “is there anything else i must know?”
“no,” you say, getting up from the leather seat, the dark smell of vanilla roaming your nose. “i’ll be heading my way out. i have my own shit to handle.”
you got up rapidly, storming out of his room without hearing another word come out of his mouth.
your phone started ringing, you ignored it till you got back to the club. you were too busy focusing on your surroundings, making sure another break out doesn’t happen while you’re alone.
your phone rings again and this time you answer it—a hard and annoying “what,” erupts out your throat.
“boss! they got one of our people.” a voice says.
you stop mid walk, eyes widening. “who?”
“we don’t know who as of right now boss. we ran the footage, it was a guy with a black suit on. he was limping.” the guy spits over the phone.
limping.
“how the fuck did you manage to let an intruder into my hostess?” you question aggravated. “send me the footage now and with that being said put me on the speakers.”
“yes boss,” the guard said putting you on speaker. “you’re on speaker.”
“whoever managed to let the intruder inside, drop your weapon. you are no longer apart of my empire. those that weren’t there…” you pause. “kill them.”
you hung up the phone before you could hear the bullets going in your ears. standing on the sidewalk you look at the footage. your eyes squinting when you see something that stood out to you.
the placement of the intruders hand deepened your mind.
this was the person you shot in the ribs.
and not only that.
they had on gear you’ve only seen be worn on individuals who support your rival.
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💌 mimi’s note: twooo more chapters leftttt! do you think you (as in the reader) are on to something? do you think you’ll be able to stop this intruder and get the territory? stay tuned for chapters 4!
synopsis ∴ two leaders and one city. territory sparks rivalry, desire, and betrayal. nothing ends clean.
genre ∴ dark mafia | romance | rivals → tragedy
warnings ∴ violence · guns · betrayal · tragedy · blood · mentioning of sex
characters ∴ mafia!jungwon x mafia!reader
wc ∴ 1.0k
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CHAPTER 2 - TUESDAY
Jungwon POV
the bar smelled of cheap liquor and smoke, but it was his kingdom and yesterday night felt heavier than usual. even after she left, the sharp twist in his chest lingered.
he poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light, and he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke drift upwards. his men moved around silently, giving him space, sensing the tension he didn’t bother hiding. the map from last night lays neatly on his desk. he traces a finger over her name, over the territory lines, over the leverage she didn’t yet know he intended to take.
“boss,” a guy calls.
“what.” jungwon replies, making no eye contact with his crew.
“we sold nine pounds yesterday night, earning us twelve thousand in cash,”
he looks up at the armed man. “and you’re telling me this because?”
the armed man stands up straight. “it’s bloody money.” he spurts, fear overtaking him.
jungwon immediately got up from his seat rushing over to his guard.
“what are you telling me?”
the guard swallowed, voice shaky. “some of it… never made it to the warehouse. route was clear, but when we checked the drop, the cash… was gone.”
jungwon’s eyes narrowed, eyes darkening at the words coming out of his guards mouth. his mind raced—every detail of the routes, the crew, last night movements replaying in his head.
“gone? are you saying someone intercepted it?” he asks, tone sharp, low, and controlled.
the guard nodded, gulping quietly. “we don’t know who boss. could’ve been someone close… someone watching us.”
jungwon goes back to his seat, slamming his hand on the desk rattling his belongs. “someone close? or is someone fucking testing me.” his gaze flicks back to the map again, looking at her territory. the routes only her crew could reach. a seed of suspicion twisted in his chest, sharp as a knife.
he exhaled slowly, pieces of his hair falling out of place. “find out who ever did this. every name, every route. and make sure she knows this wasn’t… a coincidence.”
“yes boss!” the guard exclaimed, making an exit out of jungwon’s room.
looks like i have to pay someone a visit.
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the dark sky collaborates with jungwon’s aura. he’s not walking with a will of negotiating anymore. he’s leading with the power of death. blood. territory.
as jungwon is walking to the famous club that shares the same street as him, he runs into the glowing sign of the building that screams nothing but sex and money.
he takes a deep inhale before opening the door of his rival. the deep smell of sex hits his nose, his face neutral yet intense. he walks past the naked individuals sharing each other’s body as he heads to find her.
he finds a hallway with stairs, a woman standing there halfway naked.
“hey there handsome. would you like to—“
jungwon takes his hand against the women’s head, smashing it towards the wall. enough to scare her but not to damage her. “where is she?” he asks darkly, the woman’s demeanour switching.
“go upstairs then make a left. h-her door is red.” she pants, chest heaving with shock.
jungwon walks up the stairs making his move. when he reaches her door he’s about to knock but she already opened the door for him.
“no need. walking into my club unannounced? have some respect.” she says, leaving the door open and going back to the desk.
jungwon slams the door. stomping towards her area. “this wasn’t apart of the deal. where is my fucking money.” he barks.
she’s unfazed. “what money are you talking about?” she looks at him dead in his eyes.
that untwisted feeling in his chest returns, his eyes softening.
“you know what i’m talking about y/n. cut the shit or i’ll blow up every last one of your sex servants that make you your profit.”
she laughs, a genuine laugh that caught jungwon off guard.
“if i wanted your money, you’d be missing bodies too.”
jungwon analyzes her. her body still, the calm and collected energy radiating off of her. he wants to back down. he hates that he wants to back down. he can’t trust her. he’s her rival.
“you think i’d steal from you and let you walk in her breathing?” she questions sarcastically, her motive making jungwon calm down.
“tell me what you were doing last night after you left my club.” jungwon demanded.
“i don’t have to tell you shit. you came into my club unannounced with ridiculous accusations. i stuck to your deal and went on with my day.“
jungwon’s face tightens. patience snaps.
in one stride, he’s across the room. across from her.
his hands slam on her desk, glass rattling. she doesn’t flinch but her guards are outside, guns clicking faintly against the walls.
“don’t fucking play strategist with me.” he growls. “someone has my money. someone touched it. that means someone dies tonight.”
her smile fades this time. not out of fear, out of annoyance. “you came here ready to spill blood in my club and still think i’d move behind your back?”
jungwon leans in. “i don’t think. i act.”
he straightens, pulling a gun from his waistband and setting it on her desk. a threat wrapped in steel.
“you have twenty four hours,” he says. “find who took it. bring me a name. or i’ll start cutting pieces of your operation until the message sticks.”
her eyes flick to the weapon, then back to him. cold. sharp. “you touch my people,” she warns, “and i won’t stop at your money.”
his lips twitch—almost a smile. “good.” he says. “i was hoping you’d say that.”
he turns, boots heavy against the floor, and paused at the door.
“this isn’t a rivalry anymore.” he turns his head over his shoulder. “this is a countdown.”
the door slams.
downstairs, naked individuals are still all over each other and jungwon walks back into the night already dialling a number.
“lock every route,” he says into the phone. “i want names, faces, anything that fucking breathes wrong.”
he slips the phone away, eyes dark, blood humming in his ears.
someone thought stealing from him was smart.
and they were about to learn how painful being wrong could be.
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💌mimi’s note: it’s getting a little more spicer!! i’m enjoying writing their dynamic and relationship. if you guys squint can you find the part where you can see jungwon starts to soften for the reader👁️👁️