A/N: It’s the beginning of the end. Get ready. I kinda like this one?? Idk. Low key thinking about redoing some stuff but idk. It’s shorter than some chapters, bearly hit a thousand words with this one. I hope you like it, I have more stuff to post later. Please give me feedback, I really want to know.
~ Admin Brooklyn
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The conference room was once again filled, all the seats taken up by important personal. Ji Yong sat at the head of the long table, leaning back into his throne-like chair. Youngbae and the eldest Seunghyun were to his left, leaving Daesung and the maknae to his right. Everyone looked towards Ji Yong, waiting for him to speak.
“It’s time we attack Flynn,” Ji Yong stated. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “And it’s gonna end with him dead.”
Chaelin felt a small smirk creeping onto her face, enjoying Ji Yong’s dramatic antics. The room was silent for a bit, everybody sharing uncertain looks with each other. Saying it was one thing, actually doing it was another.
“I’m assuming you have a plan,” Se7en said. Everybody looked at Ji Yong, curious as to what he may have in mind.
“I hope this plan includes him coming to us,” Seung Yoon said. “Finding him the first time took months, and being able to find him again might be harder.”
“We could always bait him to come here,” Lisa said. Ji Yong looked at her, his eyebrows raised. He eyed Lisa, warning her to think her idea through. “With what?” Ji Yong pressed.
“With (Y/N),” she added.
You sat in your and Ji Yong’s room. He had refused to separate you from him again, thus you moved in by his wishes. You were currently putting your clothes in the closet, neatly folding and hanging them. Ai casually laid on the bed, enjoying a particularly comfy spot on the bed. You heard a knock on the door. You turned around just in time to catch Mr. Kwon being wheeled into your room.
“Look at you moving in,” he said, his voice somewhat cheerful. “Well, again.”
You smiled at him giving him a light chuckle. The man that wheeled him pushed him towards the bed and locked him in place. He bowed to Mr. Kwon, who dismissed him with a wave of his hand. You stopped your folding and sat on the bed in front of him, your legs crossing in front of you.
“How have you been?” You ask him, concern taking over your expression. He shrugs, not interested in your question.
“Fine,” he says. “Getting old, but what’s new.” You give him a warm smile. Fur brushes against your arm, and you lift it up, finding Ai climbing his way into your lap. “How have you been?”
“Fine,” you say plainly. “Training’s gotten a bit harder, which is nice. A little lonely, but that’s not new.”
“How’s the wedding planning going?” Mr. Kwon asked. You look at Mr. Kwon confused, not sure what he meant. He responded to you with a confused look of his own. “What?” He asked.
“What do you mean by wedding planning?” You ask.
“Well you and Ji Yong have to get married some time,” he explained. “After all this, I’m not gonna let my plan of a legacy fail. Not just that but with the ring on your finger I assumed that you had started planning.”
“Oh,” you say shortly. You had neglected the fact that this was a forced marriage, and now it didn’t seem as nice. You looked down at Ai, hoping to distract yourself, although as you quietly pet him you recall the fact that this is all a plan.
“Well, I guess that you aren’t planning the wedding,” Mr. Kwon said. “Awkward.”
Chaelin quickly looked to Ji Yong. He didn’t move, his eyes were locked on her. The room went silent, everyone keeping quiet. “She could be onto something.”
“What?” Ji Yong exclaimed, turning towards Seungri. He glared at the maknae as he started to explain himself.
“Think about it Hyung, there’s enough evidence to show that he really wants her. It’ll get him here easily,” Seungri said. Ji Yong opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by Seunghyun. “We’d need more than just (Y/N) to bait him though. There needs to be something else with her that’d tick him off so much that’d get him here.”
“Hold up-”
“Hyung’s right,” Daesung cut in. “There needs to be something else that’d push him to come here.”
“Something that’d make him jealous,” Youngbae added.
“The wedding!” Seungri shouted proudly.
“HOLD UP,” Ji Yong yelled. He glared at everyone around him. He was furious as he scanned over his members. He took a dramatic minute to calm down. “Now I don’t expect her to know better about (Y/N),” Ji Yong started, pointing at Lisa who sat there awkwardly. “But you four,” he said looking back to his members. “You guys are willing to put (Y/N)’s life on the line? This fucking psychopath already fucking kidnapped her!” His voice escalated, getting louder with every word. “And you fucking expect me to put HER FUCKING LIFE ON THE LINE AS BAIT!”
“Hyung,” Seungri said, his voice hushed compared to Ji Yong’s. “You know that none of us want her hurt.”
“Yeah,” Seunghyun added. “She means a lot to us too.”
Ji Yong continues to look at the guys bewildered. “Hyung,” Daesung said. “We want him gone too, and I’m sure she does as well. We wouldn’t don’t want to put her in situations that could hurt her, but no matter what we’ll be there with her.”
Ji Yong didn’t say anything, still pretty upset with the mention of you as bait. He didn’t love the idea. Seungri took Ji Yong’s calming demeanor to continue. “Besides hyung,” he said, grabbing Ji Yong’s attention. “I think I have a good idea that wouldn’t get her hurt, in any way.”
Everybody looked at him patiently. He sighed, “Fine, tell me.”
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“I’m sorry what?” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at Ji Yong. “What do you mean by ‘can we use our wedding as a trap’?”
Ji Yong gave you a nervous smile, that you didn’t return. “Well,” Ji Yong started, already trailing off. “It was decided that you would be the best way to get Flynn to come out of whatever hole he’s in. It wasn’t my idea I swear princess.” You rolled your eyes, feeling your irritation seep through small cracks. “The plan was to use the wedding to get Flynn jealous and bring him here. We’d have maximum security, focused primarily on you, and we’d catch him here and well… end it.”
Ji Yong waited in silence as you didn’t respond to him. He was hesitant as you didn’t answer, no major emotion shown on your face. “So…” He said anxiously. “What do you think?”
“You’re using our wedding to trap a psychopathic borderline rapist asshat,” you say bluntly. “That is gonna be the reason of our wedding.”
“Well not exactly,” he said, hearing how it sounds. You frown, your arms crossing over your chest. “It’s just...”
“Ji Yong,” you said. “You just said that you wanna use our wedding to trap Flynn. Bait him to come here.” Ji Yong winced mentally. “You do realize how that sounds right? To me, it sounds like you wanna get married just to trap him.”
“I don’t want to get married for that sole reason,” Ji Yong defended. He felt anger bubble up inside him. You roll your eyes and scoff. “Oh right,” you say irritably. “We’re forced to do this. What is this an added perk? Killing off a rival?”
Ji Yong clenched his fists, extremely angry. “Of course not. I’m marrying you because I fucking love you,” he said. “Are you too fucking dense to realize that? Sorry that you don’t fucking understand.”
White hot rage fills you to the brim. “Are you too fucking dense to realize that maybe I don’t want to marry you because I have too,” you argue back. He looks at you confused, and it ticks you off even more. “Maybe I wanna marry you because I love you.”
