My blood was on fire. He'd never looked at me this way, with such a soft, consuming desire in his eyes, like he'd never seen a woman before. Like I was everything.
summary: Though rival mob bosses separating their territories by north and south, m!reader and Seonghwa frequently bump into each other at socialite events. With tension building up in m!reader’s half of the city, he needs decide whether or not to confide in his connections for support.
( overview: mafiaboss!seonghwa, mafiaboss!reader, both socialites and well known, reader controls the south, seonghwa controls north, associates/goons = mob members, Ricky (zb1) feature because he’s very mob coded, reader is lowkey tsundere, established non-romantic relationship w/ eachother, reader inherits wealth, the park family = seonghwa’s mob group )
( warnings: mentions of plausible violence (guns/fighting), blood, injuries (scrapes/bruises/cuts), hostile personalities, mentions of psychotic/psychopathic behavior, threats, cursing )
emoji code:
🌿 ( long story/series )
-🧸 ( very light fluff )
🫧 ( pieces of angst here and there )
🪐 ( mafia / mob AU )
☁️ ( stands for y/n )
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Chatter echoed through a ballroom bustling of attires fit for only the most affluent. If it were up to him, ☁️ would be perched on the mezzanine, people watching until the gala had concluded. Instead, he walked into room preparing a flashy smile to anyone who would have the misfortune of catching his gaze.
“Can I take your jacket for you, sir?”
As ☁️ awaited the host of the gala’s presence, a teenage boy wearing a tuxedo approached him. The boy flinched slightly as ☁️ turned in his direction, ☁️ assuming he was just someone who worked there.
“No- I’ll keep it, thank you. Could you tell me where Ricky is, though?” ☁️ asked, turning his attention back to the crowd of people in the distance.
Though the two were the same age (early 20s), Ricky had made a name for himself apart from his parents- unlike ☁️. The man had the city’s media in a chokehold, with news of his whereabouts and appearances circling weekly. In contrast, ☁️ had inherited his parent’s wealth and “business” after their passing. The public also kept a close eye on him, but for reasons less alluring.
“Last I’ve seen he was on the other side of the room beside the DJ. Here’s your pamphlet.”
“Thank you.” ☁️ replied, him then taking the paper and watching the boy scurry away. He sighed as he flipped through the pages, reading carefully over the guest list and seating arrangements.
‘What the hell is Seonghwa doing here?’ ☁️ muttered to himself before taking a few steps toward the crowd. Recognizing a familiar face slip out of the mass and approach him with a smile, he quickly placed the pamphlet into his suit jacket as he walked.
“☁️, how have you been?” Ricky called out, waving to the man as the two closed the distance in between them. It was then that the two embraced, holding each other for a moment more. ☁️ noticed Ricky’s navy blue suit had a velvet look to it, him feeling the texture as he held onto the man’s forearms.
“I’ve been great, how about you? And what happened to the blonde?” ☁️ responded, smiling and then pointing to Ricky’s hair. The last time that he had seen Ricky, the man had bleached his hair a platinum silver. Now, his raven-black hair was slicked back, with a few strands falling onto his forehead.
“I’ve been better, and my roots grew out so I just dyed it back to a natural color. But listen, before you leave tonight, I’d like to speak to you. In the meantime, you need to do your rounds.”
☁️ huffed, knowing that this meant he had to greet everyone.
“We’ll be fast.” Ricky assured, once again grabbing the man’s arm and escorting him through the crowd.
☁️ smiled, introduced himself, shook hands, and kissed cheeks more times than he remembered that night. Following a conversation with a couple, Ricky led ☁️ out of the crowd, the two now standing for a moment.
“We done?” ☁️ asked, exhaling.
“One more. You aren’t going to like it, but please be respectful. I don’t want my gala to become a war-zone.”
“Is it Seonghwa?”
“Yes. But-“
“Why the hell did you invite him?”
“I do business with him just as I do with you. I’m prompting neutrality.”
“Understandable. But why do I gotta go over to him?”
“Because you two aren’t going to mean-mug each other all night like you did last year. That caused problems, did it not?” Ricky led ☁️ to his table, the two sitting beside one another.
“I don’t even have my guys with me tonight.” ☁️ argued, though he knew was simply delaying the inevitable.
“Neither does he. It’s invitation only this time.” Ricky’s tone was calm and fresh, though firm. ☁️ didn’t want to push his buttons, ultimately deciding to get it over with.
“Alright, let’s go.” ☁️ straightened his tie and stood up, Ricky following.
“Last I saw him he was standing beside the DJ’s stage. Let’s walk behind it.” Ricky said, motioning ☁️ to follow him.
The two tiptoed around the DJ’s elevated setup, emerging on the other side of the room after carefully stepping over wires and boxes.
“There he is. Behave, please.” Ricky whispered after leaning into ☁️.
“Always.” ☁️ muttered back before noticing that Seonghwa had three of his goons around him. The man leaned his back against a column and looked around the ballroom. He wore a bold outfit- a shiny gold top (that exposed some of his cleavage) with a brown fur coat and grey dress pants. His hair was in an up-do with strands hanging in front of his eyes, and silver chains dangled from his neck. ☁️ thought that Seonghwa was insanely hot, especially in this outfit, but would never vocally admit it.
“You said invitation only, Ricky.” ☁️ muttered through his teeth.
“It was... Let’s just make this quick.”
As the two approached Seonghwa, two of his goons noticed and walked over to his side.
“Seonghwa. I’m sure you remember ☁️.” Ricky chirped, hiding his nervousness very well. ☁️ and Seonghwa stared at each other for a few seconds before ☁️ forced a smile and held out his hand.
“I’m sure you’re well.” ☁️ remarked dully, watching as Seonghwa took his hand and squeezed. It took everything in ☁️ not to call him an asshole, but Ricky was luckily there to mediate.
“I am. It seems like you’re here alone tonight.. what a shame.” Seonghwa replied in his usual deep voice, ☁️ watching the man look him up and down.
“I’m here to donate to a charity, not intimidate socialites with my goons.” ☁️ kept a straight face, but wanted to laugh in Seonghwa’s face. “And you look rediculous.” ☁️ whispered after leaning into Seonghwa, only taking a step back when Ricky grabbed his arm and muttered a ‘Jeez.’ Seonghwa sneered and looked around in response, licking his teeth as he nodded in amusement. ☁️ could tell he was already ticked off.
“I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?” Seonghwa nodded his up as he spoke, patting ☁️ on the arm and nodding to Ricking before departing to his table with his goons.
“You couldn’t have made that any worse.” Ricky whined, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at ☁️.
“Somebody has to humble him.”
“I don’t want any bad blood here, ☁️.”
“I said that I understood. If he can’t take criticism then maybe he shouldn’t be The North’s premier mob boss.”
“Well Southside’s premier mob boss seems to not know how to behave.”
“I was-“ ☁️ paused. “Well… He’ll be fine.”
“Right.. I’ve been meaning to talk to him so I’m going to do that now. The service should begin in the next few minutes. Make some friends while you’re here, you need them.” Ricky said before he began walking away. ☁️ gasped teasingly, the two smiling to each other as the distance in-between them grew.
—
His footsteps tapping up the staircase’s crimson-colored carpet, ☁️ was on the hunt for someone specific. He stepped onto the mezzanine and walked over to the beige railing, him then leaning against it. Scouring over the many faces on the dance floor and sitting at tables, ☁️ found that Seonghwa was nowhere in sight despite having seen him before the service had begun. Assuming that the man had left early, ☁️ frowned and turn around.
“Whatcha doin’?” Seonghwa asked, leaning against the wall a few feet in front of ☁️. The man’s goons weren’t next to him, but ☁️ could see them on the other ends of the mezzanine through the corner of his eye.
“I was looking for you. Have a minute?”
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and walked over to ☁️, standing beside him.
“Make it quick.” He muttered, looking down at the people below.
“I received this letter a few days ago. I wanted to ask if you knew anything about it.” ☁️ pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Seonghwa.
“People still write letters?” Seonghwa said with a scowl, pulling a piece of paper out of the envelope.
“So is it safe to assume that you weren’t the one to send it?”
Seonghwa took another minute to analyze the letter.
“No.. not my style... Whoever did hates you, though.” Seonghwa whispered, handing the piece of paper and envelope back to ☁️. “What’s the red stuff at the bottom? Don’t tell me it’s blood.”
“It is. Instead of signing a name, the blood is suppose to be the signature. That’s what I think, anyway.”
“Wow.. you really pissed someone off. Did you figure out whose blood it is?”
“Mine.”
Seonghwa laughed and turned to ☁️.
“So someone wrote a letter threatening you, somehow got ahold of your blood and smeared it onto the paper, and then mailed it to you?” Seonghwa shook his head with a smile. “Good luck, really. You need it.”
“I thought that you’d be more helpful. That’s all I needed, though. Have a good night.” ☁️ said, turning to walk away. Seonghwa quickly gripped his shoulder and stopped the man in his tracks. ☁️ to looked over his shoulder somewhat menacingly.
“Do you need help? Seriously.” Seonghwa’s unserious smile quickly turned into an expressionless display of concern, as he slightly leaned into ☁️.
“Never will I need your help. Stay on your side and I’ll be fine.” ☁️ quipped, brushing Seonghwa’s hand off of his shoulder and stepping away. He stopped upon hearing Seonghwa continue.
“I hate you.. but don’t die, please.”
“The hell are you talking about?” ☁️ snapped, looking over his shoulder again.
“That’s psychotic behavior, ☁️. You can’t just have one of your guys find and take care of ‘em.”
“Why not?”
“This isn’t just some guy on the street.”
“No shit.” ☁️ rolled his eyes. “I have to go, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa remained silent, watching as ☁️ strolled back down the staircase.
“How the hell did they know it was there?” ☁️ walked up the stone walkway to his home, with two of his associates following beside him. The mansion had been broken into, with a suitcase full of hard drives having been taken from ☁️’s chambers.
“Respectfully sir, we suspect a mole in the group. After the passing of your parents, the associates haven’t necessarily been well-monitored.” The older man beside ☁️ replied, opening a door for him as the three arrived to the entrance.
“Please get in touch with the gentleman who set the security systems up.” ☁️ paused as he stepped inside. “Actually, I’ll just do it. You two should go home for the night.”
“But sir, we really think someone should stay with you until everything’s resolved.” The second associate replied, following ☁️ as he unbuttoned his suit jacket in the spacious living room. The room glowed in orange and yellow hues from the lit fireplace. ☁️ sighed and turned to his two henchmen, a sense of nervousness trickling down his spine. He wondered if he could trust them, but also wondered if there truly was an outsider out to get him as Seonghwa suggested.
“I’ll take care of myself and this.. situation. Please, go home.”
“At least let me contact the programmer. I’ll get him here as soon as I can.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
1 week later
“Two events in a row? This must be a record.”
☁️ felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. Seonghwa smirked, looking ☁️ up and down. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“Wasn’t sure why you invited me.” ☁️ replied, crossing your arms.
“Oh, here I thought that you wanted to support charities..”
“You held a gala one week after Ricky and invited me on short notice.”
“Seems that I did. So?”
☁️ exhaled. “Thanks but I should go.”
“Wait.” Seonghwa held his hand out to stop the man. “I heard things weren’t going well on your side of the city. You sure you don’t need help?”
☁️ looked around the crowd of people surrounding him. This ballroom was smaller than the previous gala’s, but just as loud. ☁️ leaned into Seonghwa, who reacted by leaning forward as well.
“If I find out that you’re playing me again, it won’t end up for you.” ☁️ murmured into Seonghwa’s ear. Seonghwa leaned back up, with a seemingly offended expression.
“Are you accusing me of what’s going on?”
“No, simply warning you- just in case. I need to go.”
“☁️.”
☁️ turned around and slid past people to get out of the crowd.
“☁️!!”
☁️ froze as the room went silent. Everyone turned to Seonghwa as ☁️ slowly turned around to glance back at the man. An awkward silence filled the air for a few seconds, with Seonghwa not taking his eyes off of ☁️. After the chatter picked back up, ☁️ continued out of the room, leaving an abandoned Seonghwa alone on the dance floor.
☁️ walked through the hallways and toward the glass double doors, waving down a bellman as he did so.
-
A few photographers stood behind red ropes, clicking their cameras immediately after ☁️ began descending quickly down the white staircase. A few began shouting out to him.
“Hey, ☁️! What’re you doing in The North?”
“Have you and the Park family finally made amends?”
“You look great tonight, ☁️!”
☁️ smiled and waved as a bellman pulled to the curb with his grey sports car, getting out as soon as ☁️ reached the sidewalk. The bellman handed the keys to the man as the two walked past each other, ☁️ then jumping into the drivers seat.
“Hey, Mr. ☁️. The programmer was able to stop in today.”
“That’s great, has everything been recovered?” ☁️ responded as he walked into his home, an associate beside him.
“He said he needed a password.”
“To the computer? Why didn’t you call or text me? Is he available tomorrow?”
“He’s still here, just using the bathroom. I’ll tell him you’ve arrived after you put your password in.”
☁️ looked over to the associate after hanging his suit jacket up.
“It’s midnight.”
“It’s the only time he could come this week.”
☁️ raised an eyebrow and walked to his chambers past the living quarters and down the hall. After his shoes tapped echoed through the hallway, he leaned into the double doors, pushing them open. The lamp on his desk was already turned on at the other end of the room. ☁️ also noticed that the associate was still behind him, him turning to the man before walking inside of the room. He was suspicious at this point, hearing more voices in the living quarters.
“Why don’t you go let the programmer know that I’m back. Please tell the other associates that they’re good to go, as well. I don’t need anybody here right now.”
“You want us to leave you alone with the programmer? What if he tries to-“
“That’s an order. I’ll see you tomorrow.” ☁️ narrowed his eyes, allowing his voice to become slightly belligerent.
The associate sneered and nodded, turning around and walking toward the living quarters. ☁️ sighed and closed the chamber doors behind him, walking toward the desk in front of the large stain-glass window. Bookshelves covered the left and right walls, and though the room wasn’t huge, the ceiling was very high up.
☁️ walked around the other side of the desk, sitting down and tapping the computer’s keyboard to turn the device on. He didn’t put his password in, choosing to wait for the programmer to arrive. Another thirty seconds passed before the oldest associate opened the room’s doors, walking in.
“☁️. Do you have a moment?”
“Where’s the programmer?”
“I think he’s still talking to the other associates. I think we should speak in the meantime.” The associate called out, standing at the door.
“Come.”
The associate strolled slowly over to the side of ☁️’s desk.
“What did you want to talk about.” ☁️ asked, giving the man his attention.
“You know, your father and I were extremely close. He entrusted me to do everything beside him.”
“Yes, I remember.” ☁️ nodded, tilting his head to the side.
“He also hated the Park family with every fiber of his being. And I know that you’ve been going out of your way to attend Seonghwa’s galas.”
“To support his charity and rebuild my family’s reputation. Yes.”
“Do you think that your father would’ve wanted this? To knock down the legacy that he has built?”
“Excuse me?” ☁️ snickered. He felt his body become tense, and his tone dull.
“I just think that with you as the head of this.. well, what used to be a mob group, you’ve dug our reputation into ground.”
☁️ felt his body heat up, making him stand up and grab the associate by the collar. The associate responded by pulling a gun out from his back pocket and pointing it at ☁️’s head. ☁️ exhaled and let go of the man’s collar, putting his hands to his sides.
“You need to give this up, ☁️. It’s in your best interest. Your father wouldn’t want this.”
“And his inability to be harmonious with other people is what got him killed.”
“Put your password into the computer so I can put this gun down.” The associate muttered, tapping the gun against ☁️’s head.
“No.”
“Please don’t make me do this.”
☁️ laughed.
“You’re not gonna have the password if you do ‘this.’”
“Don’t mock me.”
“Don’t be an idiot, then.” ☁️ laughed again, pausing before quickly shuffling to the side and knocking the gun out of the man’s hand. The gun landed on the desk and slid across it, falling off on the other side. ☁️ leaped over the desk and grabbed the gun before the man could snatch it, ☁️ then kicking his knee out while still on the ground. The associate quickly stood up and ran toward ☁️ as he got on one a knee. With a loud bang, ☁️ shot the pistol, hitting the associate in the leg. The man fell to the ground and clutched his knee.
“Fuck.” ☁️ muttered under his breath, putting the gun on safety mode and into his pocket. He grabbed his computer from the desk and threw it through the stained-glass window, shattering it. The door then slammed open, with a bunch of ☁️’s members running in. After seeing the older associate on the ground, the group whipped their guns out and pointed them at ☁️. The man was already halfway out of the window at this point, him having jumped through the hole and falling into the bushes below. With scrapes and bruises along his body, ☁️ rolled out of the bush and secured the laptop beside him- though he presumed it broken. He shot up and ran alongside the mansion’s side, hopping over the iron fencing as soon as he reached the front of the building. ☁️ considered taking one of his cars, but quickly realized that the keys were still inside.
Continuing to run through the forest, he eventually emerged into the city after a few minutes. ☁️ noticed a university campus in front of him as he wandered, him power walking through it and waving a taxi down. He ran to its side and jumped in, him recognizing the driver as he did so. The two stared at each other through the rear view mirror before the driver smiled.
“Oh, right- you’re ☁️. I worked a lot with your father.”
☁️ froze with his hand on the car’s handle, preparing to run out.
“Your family has helped mine out a lot. But anyway, where to?”
“Can you just drive, please?” ☁️ asked nervously, his hand still on the handle.
“Sure thing.”
The two drove in silence for a minute before the driver pulled up to a red light.
“You alright? You look pretty disheveled there, chief.”
“Yes, just some work issues.”
The driver chuckled. “Your dad had the same problem. I’d always wait a block or two away after he handled business, and he’d come running over with ripped clothing and red fists.” He paused. “I’m a bit relieved that the whole mob business thing is dying, though. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
☁️ pondered his words, repeating them in his head before responding. “..Yeah, I’m relieved as well. Can I bother you to drop me off in The North?”
“Oh, sure. I heard that you buried the hatchet with the Park family. That true?”
“I think that’s what I’m going to do now.”
“I see. Is there somewhere specific in the North?”
“Do you know where that gala was held today?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll have you there in a few.”
“Thanks.”
-
“Well, it’s an honor to help you through this last hurrah. I hope it goes well.”
“Thank you sir. How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t look like you have anything on you, respectfully. Just get me back next time you see me.”
☁️ nodded and slowly turned around toward the large building in front of him. There were no photographers, no red ropes, and no people wandering around at this point. With his computer under his arm, he began up the steps.
Upon walking through the glass doors, a receptionist was packing her belongings in a large purse.
“Oh, Mr. ☁️. Are you looking for the gala’s after party?” She asked as the man approached her desk.
“Ah- yes, I am. Can you tell me where it is?”
“It’s down the hallway to your left, the last door down. Also.. you’re bleeding a bit..”
☁️ looked down to where she pointed, seeing small patches of red stain through his white button-up shirt.
“Oh.. yeah, it’s just part of the outfit. Thank you though.”
“Oh, ok.. Have a goodnight.”
“You as well.”
☁️ continued down the dark hallway, stopping in front of a frosted glass door with loud music playing behind it. Streaks of blue, pink, and white flashed across the glass as he pushed the door open. The room was pretty big, with confetti and balloons spread across the floor. A group of around a hundred people danced in front of a smaller DJ booth, with a few wallflowers conversing amongst each other with glasses in their hands. ☁️ walked over to a table full of champagne glasses, grabbing one and sitting in the nearest seat against the wall. He plopped down, leaning his head against the wall and chugging the glass. He looked around, though couldn’t see Seonghwa from where he was. It didn’t help that the room was somewhat dim, with pink lights illuminating half of the room from behind the DJ. Spotlights also casted quick flashes on the dance floor, them occasionally dancing across ☁️’s body as he sat.
Choosing to calm down before searching for Seonghwa, he opened his computer and tapped the keyboard. Surprisingly, it survived the seven foot fall and still worked- the only flaw being a few cracks in the top corner of the screen and a few missing buttons on the keyboard. ☁️ sighed and placed the computer on his lap, him then closing his eyes. 
-
“Psst. Hey, sleepy head.”
☁️ heard someone whisper from beside him, making him jump. He opened his eyes and looked to his left, seeing Seonghwa sitting beside him. He clutched his computer and looked around, seeing that everyone was preparing to leave the party. The music had stopped, and a few workers were vacuuming the carpet. Seonghwa’s face was barely visible in the dim, pink lighting, though his voice was softer than ☁️ had recalled. “So, you came back..?”
“…I think I need your help.” ☁️ hummed.
Seonghwa smirked. “I won’t rub it in your face even though I wanna. Do you need a place to stay?”
☁️ nodded, standing up as Seonghwa did. Seonghwa placed a hand on ☁️’s back, guiding him to the exit. The flashing lights turned into white spotlights that illuminated the exit at this point.
The two followed the crowd out of the room and down the hallway. As they walked out of the glass doors, ☁️ recognized the cars lined up on the sidewalk, with multiple bellman awaiting the guests at the bottom of the stairs.
“We’re all the way in the front.” Seonghwa stated, walking down the staircase with ☁️ and turning right down the sidewalk. A bellman approached the two, handing Seonghwa a pair of keys. He unlocked the red sports car and removed his hand off of ☁️’s back, hurrying in front of the man to open the vehicle door for him. ☁️ rolled his eyes and attempted to hide a smile as Seonghwa gestured him inside. As he sat down, ☁️ covered the patches of red along his top with his arms and hands. Seonghwa shut the door and ran to the other side, him hopping in and hurrying to start the car. After a few seconds, the two were speeding through empty city streets.
“Have you ever been to this part of The North?” Seonghwa asked with a tender tone, turning to ☁️ as he pulled into a lofty condo complex’s garage.
“This is my city. Of course I have.”
“Our city.” Seonghwa retorted.
☁️ smiled at the answer, opening his door after Seonghwa had parked on the highest level.
“We’ll have to take the elevator to the lobby, and then we’ll take a different one to my place.” Seonghwa stated from the other side of the car. ☁️ waited for Seonghwa to lead the way, but upon standing beside ☁️, the man froze.
“What the hell happened?! You’re bleeding.”
“I know.” ☁️ sighed, him having forgotten to cover the red stains.
“You’re explaining everything once we get inside.”
“Ok.”
Seonghwa linked his arm with ☁️’s, ☁️ speculating that Seonghwa thought he was too badly injured to walk by himself, which elicited the act.
The two quickly reached the elevator and stepped inside. With mirrors along the walls, a gold accent lined the corners of the elevator. Seonghwa leaned forward to press a button, and the two were soon moving up.
“Are you tired?”
“Extremely.” ☁️ replied monotonously.
“I could tell by your tone. You can take my bed and I’ll sleep in my guest room.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll take the guest room.”
“No. You can take the bigger bed.”
☁️ was too tired to argue back, instead choosing to lean against the mirror as the elevator continued. After a few more seconds, the door buzzed and the two walked through. The lobby’s lights were dim and the spacious room was empty. The men walked across the marble floor to another elevator, Seonghwa pressing the button again though the elevator doors opened immediately. The two walked through, and Seonghwa pressed the button of the highest number- 16.
“You’re on the highest floor?”
“Yes. It’s a penthouse with lots of windows , you’ll like it.”
The two stood silent for a few minutes until the elevator buzzed again, the men stepping out into a small walkway. Taking a few steps forward, Seonghwa flipped a switch, which turned on a small lamp above the two of them. He then pulled out his keychain, picking out a key and twisting it into the black door.
“After you.” Seonghwa said, gesturing ☁️ forward. Seonghwa’s penthouse was full of monotonous colors and exotic furniture- definitely a reflection of his personality. Small lamps lit the space as the two walked into the living room area. Large windows sat on each side of the walls, with the moon peering down from the large skylight above.
“I do like it.” ☁️ murmured as he moved his arm away from Seonghwa’s. Seonghwa simply smiled in response.
“Let me show you to the room.”
“Show me the guest room.”
“No.”
☁️ rolled his eyes, following Seonghwa down the end of the hallway. He switched his lamp light on, it illuminating the large bedroom. The walls, bedsheets, and furniture were all visually-pleasing shades of grey. The windows on the right side of the room touched both the floor and ceiling, stretching across most of the wall to reveal a beautiful view of the city. To the left, a door led into another room.
“Just sit on the bed. I’ll get you some new clothes and medical stuff.” Seonghwa instructed, walking into the bathroom. ☁️ walked to the bed and sat, him waiting for the man to come back out. After a minute, Seonghwa walked toward ☁️ with a small bottle, cotton balls, along with a roll of bandages and placed it beside ☁️. He then trudged over to the wardrobe across from his bed, opening it and throwing a pair of green and blue pajama pants with a white tee onto the bed.
“Those are old so they should fit you. Do you want me to get out while you change?”
“I don’t care, just turn around.” ☁️ replied taking off his pants and unbuttoning his top as Seonghwa faced his wardrobe. He threw the man’s pants on but put the tee around his neck, exposing some of his stomach and arms.
“Okay.”
Seonghwa turned around and sat on the bed. ☁️ pushed the shirt away from his arm for Seonghwa to clean.
“So, you gonna tell me what happened?”
“My associates tried to overthrow me and take over my company’s accounts. They said I wasn’t being a mob boss.”
“Is that where the letter was from?”
“I think they’ve been planning this for a few months now. They probably got ahold of my blood after your guys tried to take over my company’s building. Your goons show no mercy.” ☁️ chuckled, but Seonghwa frowned.
“I didn’t initiate that, by the way. That was my father, and we’ve.. talked about it.”
“It hasn’t happened again, so I don’t care.”
After a few seconds of silence, Seonghwa continued disinfecting, and then wrapping ☁️’s arm.
“So what specifically happened?” Seonghwa asked.
“Well, I got home from the gala. I was told someone was coming in to help me retrieve missing data from drives that were stolen after Ricky’s gala last week. I’m pretty sure they lied, and one of my guys cocked a gun at me and told me to unlock my computer so they could use the drives they stole. I didn’t do it obviously, and I ended up shooting him. The gun probably fell out of my pants when I jumped out of the window and ran into the city.”
“You jumped out of a window?” Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly worried. He wrapped the bandage around ☁️’s arm and clipped it so that it stood in place. ☁️ lifted his pant leg up to expose another cut, him then scooting back on the bed to put the cut beside where Seonghwa sat.
“Do you mind?” ☁️ asked, looking over to Seonghwa.
“Not at all.” He replied, preparing another cotton ball to use.
“And.. yeah, I kinda did. It was only six or seven feet and I landed in a bush. So it was fine. I used this to smash the glass.” ☁️ said, pointing to the computer that he placed beside him. “That’s why it’s fucked up.”
“I have another that you can use.” Seonghwa said as he applied alcohol to the cuts.
“I have important filled on there. I don’t know what I’m going to do just yet.”
The two remained quiet again until Seonghwa finished wrapping the wounds.
“Alright, you should be good.” He stated, grabbing the used cotton swabs and walking into the bathroom with them. ☁️ grabbed the alcohol bottle and roll of bandages, carrying them back into the bathroom for Seonghwa.
“It’s 2:30 in the morning. You should rest.” Seonghwa said, watching ☁️ sit back down on the bed, Seonghwa then walking to the lamp.
“Before you go-“ ☁️ blurted out, stopping Seonghwa.
“Hm?”
“Why’re you helping me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Why’re you doing this for me?”
“Because I like you, despite the “conversations” we’ve had in the past. And we’re not like our parents.”
☁️ nodded.
“Sleep well.” Seonghwa called out, turning the light off.
“Wait-“
Seonghwa turned the light back on, exhaling. “Yes?”
“Sleep in your bed.”
“I already told you I’m sleeping in the guest room.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Then move over.”
☁️ scooted back toward the wall with the windows so that Seonghwa could sit in front of him. Seonghwa leaned over to turn the lamp off before pulling the covers over the two of them.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I worried about you a lot.” Seonghwa muttered, him then turning his body to face ☁️.
“Shouldn’t have.” ☁️ murmured in response.
“Well, I did.”
☁️ smiled. “Well, thanks for worrying.”
Seonghwa smiled back, grabbing ☁️’s hand from under the blanket. “Do you mind?”
“No.” ☁️ hummed before turning his body around. He scooted his body back to lie against Seonghwa’s. Grabbing the man’s hand and pulling it over his waist, then two now laid together a spooning position.
“Goodnight, ☁️.” Seonghwa whispered.
“Goodnight.”
a/n: genuinely can’t tell if my stories are good anymore 😄 hope u enjoyed tho! alsoooo gonna be a part 2- just to follow up and see how the reader and seonghwa build a relationship together while the reader is still under the other mob’s protection. def gonna be more fluff and character development in that one!! there can be ❄️ if u guys want it bad enough lol
Summary: Azriel acts like a feral animal when he finally decides to get his mouth on Elain. The Archeron sisters have a fight. Elain goes through something hard.
CW: Significant trauma response/depiction of depressive state. Heavy family angst/fighting.
Chapter 17: Hard
BIIIIIIIIIIIG thanks to @elrieldreamer for helping me workshop some plot points for this and upcoming chapters I am so so so grateful 💗
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Preview:
“Beron is demanding an alliance between our families.”
“And why in the fuck would we ever do that?” Cass grunted.
“He's threatening the lives of…innocents,” Rhys answered. “If we don't agree, he's going to start killing people.” His eyes flickered to Elain, no doubt thinking of the twins.
“And what the fuck kind of alliance is he asking for?” Mor asked, crossing her arms.
Rhys cleared his throat again. “An alliance through marriage.”
“What do you-” Mor started, but cut herself off when she realized what he meant. “Oh, no. Fuck no.”
Rhys sighed. “Beron is demanding a marriage to Eris to ally our families. And he wants…” he cringed slightly as he delivered the final blow. “One of Feyre’s sisters.”
Az felt Elain’s entire body stiffen atop him as she whipped her head around to look at him. He just rested his forehead against her shoulder in defeat.
Cass stood up so aggressively his chair toppled over. “Fuck that,” he snarled so violently that both Lucien and Mor reeled back in astonishment.
