GREED || MAFIA!Jeonghan [How It Ends]
BLURB: Power makes most men weak but you’re his special brand of kryptonite.
GENRE: mafia!au, action, mystery, romance
PART: 1 | 2 | This is How It Ends
A/N: Thousands of apologies to everyone who was waiting for a proper update. This is very unfortunate but I’ve since lost the passion, will or time to continue this story or any other story here on this blog. However, being a reader myself, I know how much it sucks not knowing how a story ends, so here is what was supposed to happen in this narrative if I had ever finished it.
When you woke up, Jeonghan could immediately tell there was something a little off... about you
You had the maturity of a young child; very naive, very innocent (It was like you had never really grown up since the last time he saw you - stunted at the mental growth of a nine-year-old)
There was also something else; you were deathly afraid of all males except Jeonghan
Seungkwan had walked into your room, wondering if you or Jeonghan needed some food, and you started freaking out, clinging to Jeonghan and yelling at Seungkwan to get out of your room
Jeonghan held you the entire time, rocking you back and forth like he would a child until you felt better again
That is also when Jeonghan deduced that something really really bad had been done to you
He didn’t know who or what or how but he vowed to find out
You were his special something, come back from the dead, and he would do absolutely anything to protect you
You enjoyed spending time with him in the back garden of the mansion
The both of you could spend hours outside and the rest would joke about how tan Jeonghan was getting from being out in the sun so much (You would just smile, not really understanding what was so funny but knowing that they weren’t saying anything offensive about you)
Jeonghan treated you like a queen, just like the rightful Queen of Faery you are were supposed to be
Everyone else treated you like a china doll - carefully, as if you might break
You knew Jeonghan and everyone else thought you were a little mentally challenged but it was actually because it was so much easier to pretend you didn't know anything
Your head wouldn't hurt so much and nobody would ask questions while looking at you with that hopeful, expectant look that made you feel bad because you couldn't answer them right away
They expected fully-formed answers but all you could think to give came in pictures; pictures of thick, rippling muscles grabbing at your body, lewd smiles and dirty fingernails. The bloodied corner you cowered into, pleading with them - “Please not today” - but-
If our minds are a canvas then yours was painted in these pictures and blotted black when they became too hard to paint. You remember the rough-handling, the teasing, but nothing after that. And you don't want to anymore. Don't have to.
So you didn’t tell Jeonghan but you knew he already knew anyway. He always knows.
He knows everything; always have and always will.
"Y/N?" soft hands touched your arm gently. "Are you okay?"
You looked up into his worried eyes and smiled. Then you hugged him. "I'm okay. You're here."
He hugged you back tightly. This never failed to surprise him, even though you've been back for weeks now. The feeling of you alive and real in his arms - safe.
"I'll always be here. I won't go anywhere. I promise."
You pulled back, beaming up at him. He smiled back gently.
"I miss your long hair," you said nonchalantly as you went back to the flower crown you were braiding. "I used to be able to thread flowers through it."
Jeonghan ran a hand through his short crop self-consciously. "Do you want me to grow it back out?"
"Only if you want to," you replied diplomatically. You placed the completed flower crown on his head. "In the meantime, you can wear this crown. King of Faeryland."
You beamed.
"I'm no king Y/N," Jeonghan said softly, playing with your fingers.
"Why not?"
Jeonghan frowned, wondering if you knew. Faeryland was nothing now.
Back in reality (outside of your headspace, beyond the walls of the mansion) Faeryland was close to death.
The conflicted expression on Jeonghan’s face triggers a memory
Your parents looked the exact same way when the advisors warned them of the war coming their way. They had turned the expression on you back then but you hadn’t known what it meant.
You did now, with sudden frightening clarity.
They didn’t know whether to keep you by their or send you off to be married to the Northern Kingdom (too many years too early) where you be would safe from the inevitable war.
Even now you weren’t sure what you have preferred. And then you realized you don’t want to know but the pictures are coming in so fast; all that came after that first conflicted look your parents gave you
The curfews, the barricades, invasion -- you have a little panic attack and Jeonghan feels really bad for having brought any of it up so he brings you inside and calms you down and later you two cuddle on the couch together
At some point Areum comes in and starts talking to you and you and the other girls join in too
You all (including Jeonghan) end up just talking and playing games as the night turns cold outside
You found you liked it here at the mansion very much. You liked the way Jeonghan is holding your hand now, smiling at you when he thinks you're not looking. You liked the girls, even Hyewon, even if she was a bit cold. Liked the warmth and the fuzzy feeling gathering in your chest. You liked it here a lot. You hope you never had to leave.
It’s a bad dream: There are soldiers pouring in, it's dark and raining, and it depicts people going for battle to attack a kingdom. He's trying to stop and ask some people what's going on but they all just pass through him like ghosts. That’s when he looks up to the looming castle and it clicks - this isn’t a bad dream; it’s a memory.
Your memory, to be specific.
It is from the day your kingdom was attacked.
Even though he knows he can't stop it he runs to your room anyway and sees you were being dragged out by some soldiers away from your mother who was shot the moment you were pulled away. You saw her die. Then you're calling for your father but he was being dragged out onto the courtyard and there was a man, with an evil glint in his eye. He was hooded so Jeonghan couldn't tell who it was (but you could) and he put a gun to your father's head and shot him. And you're screaming for your father but you're being dragged away again and you're being pulled into the Dark Forest and for some reason who were screaming
his name: "Jeonghan! Jeonghan!" and Jeonghan is pulled from the dream.
He wakes up and you're still screaming his name but your eyes are closed which means you're dreaming so he shakes you to wake you up. With much difficulty, he finally wakes you, but not before you've woken half the house.
Once you've calmed down, Jeonghan is petting you back to sleep, and you're too exhausted because you didn't even yell when Minghao comes up next to you and puts a hand on your forehead. He sends you good dreams.
"Thanks, Hao,” Jeonghan mumbled as he continued to rock you back to sleep.
“Don't mention it,” the Chinese boy murmured. “She was having a particularly hard time.”
Jeonghan peered over his shoulder and sure enough, Areum and the others were looking in with concern by the door.
“It's alright guys, just a bad dream,” Jeonghan tried to reassure.
“This one was really bad though. Worst than mine ever was.” A little shiver ran through Seoyeon as she said that and Soonyoung pulled her close immediately.
Jeonghan pursed his lips. “I know. I saw it.”
Minghao's eyes flashed. “Saw it? What do you mean?”
“I'll... Tell you guys in the morning.” Jeonghan turned back to look at you, now sleeping soundly thanks to Minghao. “I think there's a lot that we don't know, and we should all get some rest.
For Jeonghan, that horrible dream was the last straw. Enough was enough; he needed to know the truth of what happened to you.
He goes to interrogate his mother about what really happened that day.
He left you in the care of the other girls.
Jeonghan expected to be alone with his mom but his uncle/stepfather
appears. Jeonghan is rightly pissed - he hates his step-father because: 1) Married the Mom 2) Is a terrible king 3) is a snake. Then he notices something the uncle is wearing: A ring with a snake insignia. He's trying to figure out where he's seen it before when someone else walks into the room and it's Sanha, Jeonghan's younger half-brother. He's wearing the same ring and Jeonghan is even more confused.
Jeonghan gets into an argument with his mom because she keeps edging about what happened with the Southern Kingdom and his uncle/stepfather isn’t letting him have a word in.
Jeonghan warns that he will be coming back to Faery more often because he doesn't like how things are going here.
“Soon, I’m taking back what’s mine,” he says, sweeping out of the throne room.
When he gets back he finds you were laughing and talking animatedly with Seungkwan and Jeonghan is shocked that you're so comfortable with another boy. The ringer: You... Ask Jeonghan on a date! :)
As days past, you slowly become better.
Your nightmares are lessening in frequency and you're slowly getting back your memories. It’s hard sometimes, and Jeonghan still has to hold you through the worse bits but with everyone new memory you also gaining emotional maturity.
The safer you felt in the mansion, the better you got. It wasn’t so much that you lost your memories - you had been suppressing them.
It wasn't like it was unexpected, what happened to you. How you had acted (ie. regressing to a younger age) had helped in uncovering what had happened.
The one thing you couldn’t remember, however, was how you got out.
While you were satisfied with leaving the bad parts in the past, Jeonghan couldn’t let it go.
He wanted to know why it happened; why you were taken away from
him, why your family was killed, how you escaped, and who did it all.
So he went back to Faery again because he was certain the answers were there.
Jeonghan was snooping around in his house one day and at his uncle's desk and he finds suspicious letters between his uncle and this other guy (name?) --- Jeonghan finds out its the uncle who ordered to the kill
He also finds what the snake insignia meant: a Secret Organisation of the magical kind
Jeonghan’s uncle had been behind it all, with the aim of owning all of Faery to himself
Jeonghan’s angry as hell and wants to end his uncle once and for all but the Mafia can’t do anything about it because there's a pact that the Humans can't get involved with magical beings
Seungcheol decides that Jeonghan shouldn't go back to Faery again because the forces there can't create trouble in the Human world due to pact so Jeonghan and you would still be safe here
It’s a huge injustice and as the Prince to Faery, Jeonghan refuses to just sit around and let his uncle do as he pleases.
He flares up at Seungcheol. “I am Yoon Jeonghan, Prince of Faery and rightful heir to the throne. My duty is to my people first, no matter how small our size or how our land dies. I will not abandon that for the sake of my own safety. I will not have my Queen’s honor go undefended. I will not let a snake pretend to be king any longer.” Then he sweeps out of the room and straight into Faery.
Jeonghan goes to the palace and demands for a fair duel
His uncle chuckles, a loud, diabolical laugh. It is the laugh of a maniac, Jeonghan thinks, it’s the laugh of a man who will bring this country to ruin.
“So you finally figured it out, huh, dear nephew.”
“It wasn’t difficult,” Jeonghan sparred back. “You left the letters out unlocked. It’s like you wanted me to find out.”
Jeonghan is cocky, thinking he has the upper hand, until he assesses his uncle again. His frown turns to understanding. “You did want me to find out! But why? What would you gain?”
His uncle just grins, eyes a little manic, and with a flick of his wrist Jeonghan barely notices, the great doors behind the throne opens and Jeonghan is immediately on his guard
Instead of the thousands of soldiers he was certain he would face (he was probably only 40% sure his uncle would agree to a duel), it was Sanha
He was dressed to spar (In Faery, they fence)
Jeonghan could barely tell it was Sanha at first but there was no denying the long gangly legs, the knobbly knees
“What’s happening?” Jeonghan asks, glancing between Sanha and his uncle.
“We’re about to duel of course!” his uncle cackles. “Except Sanha will duel in my place, won’t you son?”
Slowly, Sanha nods. Jeonghan lowers his sword, shaking his head. “No. I came here to fight you. Not my brother. Not my family.”
His uncle chuckles again. “But you would fight me? I am family too, nephew. I am your father’s brother.”
Jeonghan shakes his head. “You are not family. No family would kill their own. That’s what you did, didn’t you? You poisoned my father? You killed him first, to gain the Northern seat for I was too young to ascend, and then you had the Southern Kingdom attacked, their last remaining heir kidnapped so I would never be able to marry her and join the two kingdoms.
You didn’t kill the Southern Princess because one day, when she was old enough, you would marry her. So you could finally have all of Feary.
That was your plan, wasn’t it?”
His uncle doesn’t say a word, just grins that same mad grin, and it was confirmation enough, for everyone in the room.
Jeonghan hears his mother gasp. He hadn’t even realized she was there the whole time.
Behind the netted mask, Jeonghan could see his half-brother was pale and trembling. Jeonghan turned to him, fixing his gaze. “Why do you still have your sword up, insisting we fight? After all that I’ve said?”
Sanha gulps. On the sidelines, the fake King grins.
“Because he is my father.” Then Sanha lunges, headlong fence to his brother’s heart.
It’s instinct that saves Jeonghan: He sidesteps like he’s been trained and taught, years and years of sword classes coming back to him, reflexes sharpened by hundreds of sharpshooter kills. He turns, inhumanely fast (the way he is), the exposed back of his brother wide and for his taking, and before his mind could catch up with his hands, they swing wide, sword plunging in the younger’s soft flesh.
Sanha falls, choking on his own blood.
The weight of what he’s done floods through Jeonghan instantly.
“No,” he gasps, falling to the ground next to his dying brother, “No. This wasn’t meant for you; you aren’t supposed to die!”
“SON! BEHIND YOU!” his mother yells but it’s too late.
He hits the ground before he registers the pain.
Blood seeps through his clothes; he blacks out.
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