Can you make another jaemin x BOY reader? Since he looks so good and badboyish with his new raven black hair, can you make one where jaemin is the only son of a mafia leader who gambles, drag races, and other reckless underground stuff and the boy reader is a pure, fragile, and perfect ballet dancer and honor student, an only son of an ambassador. Like a dangerous boy meets a delicate boy or like romeo and juliet? Thankieeeeeee!🖤🤍
-aw this is so cute this concept... *chefs kiss*
Forbidden Moonlight
You attend one of the most prestigious art schools in the country. Everyone there had to go through rigorous testing, students needed to be academically and artistically smart and creative. You and your peers were the top 5% of the country where you’d all grow to be famous artists after you graduate. But there was one student who you were confused about was Na Jaemin. Apparently he got into school because of his amazing graffiti art and gambling skills. You got into the school from your amazing ballet performance and you being at the top of your class with perfect grades. You were the only son of an ambassador so your family had high expectations for you. Specifically, they support you for dancing but they push hard for your academics. Every grade you receive you have to report to your parents so they can keep track of your progress. You arrive to dance classes early, always volunteer for every club or in class, and keep up the best grades in the grade.
You were perfect as people say, and you got asked out by several guys in your class but you always kindly reject them simply telling them you don’t have time for a relationship. Jaemin on the flip side was just as popular as you, getting confessions from guys and girls but he also rejected them always saying his catchphrase, “you couldn’t keep up with me.” Rumors spread that he was a mafia leader and already had a spouse and kids but you didn’t know what to believe. Your parents would have scolded you for being distracted by silly things. Yet you still found yourself intrigued by him, he was everything you weren’t, a troublemaker, laid back, and competes in drag races instead of doing any work. You always wondered how he stayed in your school, despite his work ethic.
One night you went out to pick up a study snack from a local restaurant with a sweet old lady who would always give you extra of whatever food she sold. When you walked home you were staring at your phone, listening to music when you accidentally bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry...”
You looked up to see a man at least a foot taller than you and had a huge build, he could definitely crush you would his fingers if he could.
“HEY watch where you’re going twerp!”
“I’m really sorry, I’ll just go-“
“Oh no you’re not! You need to learn your lesson!”
He grabbed you by the collar and brought you aside to the alley where he pinned you agains the grimy brick.
“You’re going to regret bumping into me-“
“Let him go...he’s worth a lot to this city.” A voice called.
“Boss??”
“Jaemin??”
“How do you know the boss??”
“That’s none of your concern, Sebastion, now go back to work.”
“Come with me y/n, you’re coming.”
“Wh- I gotta go back-“
Before you can say anything you were suddenly on his motorbike riding to his mansion. You got off his bike and were fathomed by his luxurious lifestyle, you expected him to live in a messy apartment for some reason. You walked in as you were greeted by a bunch of maids taking off your jacket and giving you heated slippers and a face towel. You kindly thanked them as Jaemin plopped down on his couch. You shyly walked over to join him.
“Here’s the deal, y/n, you’re dad owes me something of mine, and I need to keep you here as leverage got it?”
“Are you seriously expecting me to the calm about this? Jaemin this is crazy, my mind is circling...”
“Well...” He moved closer. “There’s no chance of me letting you go...willingly at least.”
Your face heated up smelling his light cigarette breath.
“But I assure you that you will be treated like a king here since you are my guest, so you might as well get comfortable.”
Jaemin got up and grabbed your hand giving you a tour, from olympic sized pools, bowling alley to shooting ranges and torture rooms. The tour ended at the bedroom, Jaemin’s bedroom.
“You’re going to be sleeping in my bedroom, since I don’t trust the other guys in the house if you’re alone in the room, all of them are horn dogs. I’ll leave you alone to refresh yourself.” Jaemin left and closed the door.
You were freaking out having a meltdown in the bedroom pacing back and forth. You decided a shower would calm you down, you undressed and stepped in the shower. You smelled the musk of Jaemin, it was warm and comforting, the complete opposite of his appearance. You dried and realized there were not pajamas for you. So you threw on one of Jaemin’s shirts and sweatpants. You opened the bedroom door to let Jaemin know you were done.
Jaemin turned and saw you, barefaced, raw, and he thought you looked breathtaking. It was a different look, and he liked what he was seeing. He went to shower and when he walked out he saw you staring at the night sky while sitting on the bed. He admired you looking at the moonlight the bright moon gleaming against your skin, the light shining though your irises and the reflection of the moon in your eyes. He snapped out of it and asked you if you were going to bed. You quietly nodded and tucked yourself in facing away from Jaemin. You didn’t know what to think, you were speechless about the situation.
Jaemin sighed and joined you in bed but he couldn’t fall asleep. He just keep watching you, making sure you were asleep and sleeping well. Despite the plush and lavish sheets you were shivering, from the cold room and a bit of anxiety. You didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, your father is the type to send a whole army after you, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Cold?”
“Y-yeah a bit, but I’m fine.”
You felt a warm embrace, Jaemin’s wrapped his arms around you tucking his head into your neck. It was comforting, warm, and nurturing. Your shivering calm down and you felt yourself drift off to sleep. While you were asleep Jaemin kissed you temple
“Goodnight, y/n.”
You woke up to some giggles by the maids cleaning up Jaemin’s room. Your vision was blurry but you noticed you were facing Jaemin as he was holding you in a warm embrace. You stared at Jaemin for a minute, his face was calm and serene, and his hair was a little messy. You smiled playing with his hair as he groaned in pleasure. A maid came in a rang a bell as Jaemin woke up confused.
“Master Jaemin, it’s time for school.”
He got up and sighed as he collapsed back into bed. You tried to get out of bed but Jaemin kept trying to pull you back in.
“Get up sleepyhead, you gotta show me your closet.”
Jaemin lazily got up and opened his finger print locked closet. It opened up to dozens of racks and shelves of designer clothing. Jaemin walked over to two bags one from YSL and one from Fendi.
“I asked one of the maids to pick an outfit from you I didn’t know which one you liked so you can pick one.” You peeked in each box and chose the one from YSL, putting it on in the dressing room and you walked out to see Jaemin shirtless. You apologized but he told you to stay and brought you closer. Your eyes traced his body.
“Take a picture it will last longer baby.”
You blushed hard and looked away. Why did he make butterflies appear in your stomach? He put on the rest of his outfit and sprayed his cologne and you were still looking away from him. Jaemin grabbed your chin and pecked your cheek.
“You have a beautiful face don’t hide hide it from me.”
You pecked his lips
“Well if you didn’t make me so flustered I think I’d look at you more often.”
That made Jaemin’s eyes go wide in shock.
“Don’t test me now baby, or will I have to show you how to play nice?”
You rolled your eyes as you walked passed him. He chased after you as you both ate a light breakfast and walked outside together holding hands. He gave you a helmet and he held your hand and made you wrap your arms around his waist. You arrived to school with a bunch of eyes all over you two. You were averting gazes but Jaemin held your hand as you both walked. You smiled at him as you walked together. You got gazes of jealousy and shock. You walked into class and Jaemin held you close squeezing your hand in reassurance.
“Would Mr. y/n l/n please come down the the front office please.”
You looked at Jaemin in confusion but he let you go alone to the office. You walked in and saw your father and mother standing there next to the principal. They led you into the principals office.
“y/n as you know you went missing last night according to your parents, once we were notified that you arrived on campus we contacted your parents. If you don’t mind, would you mind explaining to your parents where you went?”
“Did they drug you? Did they harm you?” Sobbed your mother
“Were you threatened? Do you know how worried we were how reckless are you?!” scolded your father.
“Well, I was with Na Jaemin, he helped me that night after I was being harassed. Is there anything you need to explain to me, dad, regarding Na Jaemin? Does that name ring a bell?”
The principal stepped out by simply saying that he won’t be involved or eavesdrop on family affairs and he shut the door.
“y/n, the Na family is the most powerful mafia family in the country right now, I have to meet and do deals with them to maintain the safety of this country. Last night I made an offer to Jaemin, and he accepted it saying he would return you to school the next morning.”
“How’d you know where I was?”
“I received intel from a mafia member who saw you with Jaemin.”
“What did you offer Jaemin?”
“That’s none of your concern, from now on I want you to stop affiliating yourself with him, he’s too dangerous for you. I forbid you from seeing him off campus, y/n.”
“WH-“
“As your father and guardian, I need to do what’s best to protect you and keep you on a clear track. No more boys no more mafia business.”
You felt as if you were going to cry, how were you going to tell Jaemin? What is he going to do? What if him and you father go to war? You couldn’t have that you’d have to choose. So who will you choose?
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Request: I started writing at 12pm its 2.45 am and I have to wake up at 6am. It took me 3 coffees and 2liters water to stay awake. I still have to wash my hair. Hope youll like it. Sry for taking so much time, school is killing me physically and mentally. Feedback is very welcomed! <3
The fact that it felt like a humiliation wasn't really what made you feel this strong desire to kill him. It was the loss of respect and control that drove you crazy to the point that just from sitting still on the chair he commanded you to sit on your blood started to boil up.
His dark sinister filled eyes matching yours that were sternly fixed on his rapidly movements through the room, walking from wall to wall, trying to figure out what to do know with his thoughts and you. The gun that he was fidgeting through his hand made you surprisingly nervous as the small sound of the trigger rang through your ears once in a while.
The lack of reaction you gave him, with a slight scoff and a smirk didn't surprise him, knowing you trusted him. Still, it pissed him off, knowing that there really is someone who doesn't fear him, that could read him like an open book, someone who even he couldn't shoot a bullet through the head.
He wanted to make you feel as transparent and readable as he felt, the moment as he saw you pinned against the wall, one of his workers leg between yours whilst the servants and the man could see right through his face. The pissed, furious look plastered on his face, mixed with a hint of betrayal, not really coming from your side but from his underling that thought taking chances on his baby would bring him somewhere else than waiting for his death in the big mansion off his once boss.
Wanting to make you feel as humiliated as he felt he made you sit down in the middle of one of the living rooms in the mansion, making sure that it was middled enough for everyone that was pacing near the living room to hear your cries and moans later. The gun was still pointed carelessly against your head, his index finger on the trigger as he finally started to talk.
”Care to explain to me what happened angel?”
He knew what happened, he went to watch the CCTVS after the incident, leaving you waiting there for him, dress pulled down on the shoulders, showing of more of your cleavage that it should be if it wasn't for Haechan.
“He started touching me, I pushed him away, he pulled on my dress and pinned me against the wall, trying to seduce me to runaway with him, for you to give him money to get me back, dumb boy, you came in, some of the servants behind you. The rest you know yourself. Stop being a fool and try to show dominance by pointing a gun at me. Now let me go, I want to shower.”
He kept steady, satisfied with your obvious answer but overthinking your words about him trying to show off his dominance.
“Aren't you the same Y/N? Always trying to show how much control you have over me at every little moment you get the chance to. We are the same angel.”
You knew where this was going to go as he started to move the gun down against your jawline and then to your neck, touching over your shoulders before gliding the gun firmly over your cleavage down to your heart where he unlocked the gun, letting the click of it echoing through the room. Your eyes were locked the whole time, not like the gun that was slowly gliding down the rest of your body to your core as he suddenly lifted his hand up, shooting up at the ceiling, breaking the lust filled silence as he let the gun fall down to the floor leaving you in semi shock from the shot.
”Now behave for me angel.”
“I thought we were the same, shouldn't you behave then too, angel?”
“Heaven already lost an angel when I signed up honey, don't follow my way to hell since you're the only way up for both of us.”
Hachean didn't left you time to think about his words as he yanked you up from the chair, pulling your legs around his waist. The kisses that he crashed against your lips were quick and sloppy yet passionate and long enough to claim the dominance over you. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulder, tangled in his soft hair that were getting messier every second whilst his hands were making their way up to the hem of your dress, rapidly undressing you, leaving you in confusion. You stopped the kiss, pulling away as your hands went down to his cheeks.
“Aren't we gonna go to the bedroom? I don't think it's a good idea to do it here.”
Smirking at your words Haechan let you down, letting the dress fall down to the floor as his hand went down to your core, touching over your underwear. You didn't even realise you got so wet until Haechan pressed against the damp fabric, spreading a welcoming feeling from your clit up into your stomach. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, using the other one to pull you closer before making its way back to your clit, this time leading it underneath your underwear, sliding two fingers over your slit, leaving you squirming from his touch.
“That's your punishment angel. Everyone will hear you scream my name for me and only mine, companied by your angelic moans.”
You weren't even surprised by your lovers attitude but now more likely busy with keeping your moans down low as you were already struggling with the volume of your noises. Haechan took of his pants and boxers, blouse still on with the two first buttons unbuttoned as he kept rubbing his finger over your slit, keeping his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it. Moving you backwards you felt his big member against your belly before he threw you down on the couch, landing on you and making sure not to hurt you.
You tried to relax into his touches, feeling his cock against your inner thighs now as you let your guard down, slowly moaning into the feeling of his two fingers on your hole. A loud scream escaped your mouth as he suddenly rammed both fingers deep down your pussy. Keeping the fast movement you couldn't help yourself to squeak out loud lust filled screams, pinching your nails deep into his forearm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck...Haechan please, its too much..”
Haechan didn't stop his movements adding a third finger, filling his ears and probably lot more with your loud euphoric screams as he grew bigger with every second, slowly growing impatient and just wanting to ramm inside of you rapidly to get both of you to a full filling orgasms.
Seeing you roll back your eyes and stop your breathing for a second Haechan abruptly takes his hand away from your body, pulling your underwear to the side before slowly moving his cock inside your hole, making you scream again. You lay there, already fucked out as you start to scream your lungs out again. Haechan starts to pant with you, moving his hips not fast but hard enough to ramm himself deep down into you, feeling your walls clench every moment around his dick. Knowing you are close and wanting to come with you he speeds up.
“Youre my little dirty angel, right Y/N? Screaming out my name for everyone to hear, letting everyone know how good im fucking your brains out.”
His words make you cry out even louder feeling your high approaching. Haechan puts his hands on your hips, holding you still to ramm himself with his last thrusts into you, bringing both of you to feel the relief of your orgasm. You feel him pull out, cum spilling out of you on the expensive couch. His passionate kisses falling onto your lips before you drift of to sleep.
You let go of Jaehyun and laid down on his bed looking at the ceiling, reflecting on why just happened. Jaehyun joined you and held your hand slowly, not wanting to rush you. But you grabbed his hand and squeezed it back.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“I think so”
You got up from his bed and started to walk to the kitchen.
“hey. y/n...”
“yeah?”
“if you ever need anything or need someone to talk to, just come to me”
“I know”
You were hungry and wanted something to eat, you decided to cook yourself an egg white omelet and some bacon. You finished your breakfast and washed your dishes and walked back into your room to change into your clothes for the day. You smelled like Jaehyun, he smelled like a mix of sweetness and musk. He didn’t reek of alcohol or cigarettes and kept his clothes clean. His cologne smelled nice and you’d probably keep the shirt anyway. You threw it into your closet grabbing a red leather jacket, black crop top, black high waisted jeans, and red boots. You also tied your hair up into a ponytail and put on some light makeup. You put your lab coat on and walked to the lab. You opened it to find Mark sitting in your chair.
“You’re late”
“You’re an asshole”
You put your stuff down on your desk. and turned back to Mark
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to find out if you had finished that rocket launcher I asked about.”
“I finished that about a month ago it’s over there”
You pointed to a rocket launcher that looked like a handgun but it had small rockets inside of them. It was in a glass case but as Mark walked to it the walls of the class descended and he grabbed it
“I’m going to go test it out”
“Whatever”
Mark walked over to a testing chamber in the back of the lab that was a bullet, bomb, and any weapon proof. He shot and hit the dummy perfectly with almost all of its limbs obliterated. He walked out
“I’m constantly amazed by your work y/n, you can make anything in the world”
Mark noticed you didn’t hear him as you had your AirPods in blasting music drawing a new blueprint for another weapon. Mark looked in disappointment and guilt as he decided to look around at your lab since he hasn’t been in here since he’s been busy with a/n so much. He saw how perfectly organized all of the weapons were. He loved the simple and modern decor you had done to the lab. He also didn’t realize how lonely you get in a big lab all to yourself. He noticed you also had some flowers to liven up the place. His eyes fell on roses in a vase that was in the center of a table with a card tucked underneath it.
The roses looked like they were healthy but old. He slipped the card from under the vase and realized it was his card for you. It was the day he confessed to you and you had kept the roses healthy ever since. He glanced over at you mixing chemicals for what he assumes was for a new weapon. He felt horrible, shit, trash, for what he had done to you. He knew you didn’t deserve to be with someone like him. He was scum, and he did love you at the start, but it soon became a fight for power later on in your relationship.
Mark fought for his spot as king and to have you as his powerful woman as queen. Having a powerful queen compared to the other mafias in the area was what had become important to him. He would brag about your killstreaks while others could only complain about how much their girlfriends are spending on purses and shoes. He had stood you up on several dates and broke your heart that night, the night where he was supposed to love you. Mark had to leave, it would not be his place to even attempt to win you back.
“I’ll be heading out”
You gave no response as you did not hear him. The only sound you heard was the lab door closing as well as this chapter on your life. Taeyong rang the bell for access into the lab and you let him in. He came to you with an envelope and sad eyes.
“I’m sorry about your loss y/n”
“Thank you Taeyong”
He left as you opened the letter as it was an invitation to Jackson’s funeral hosted at the mansion. You accepted and decided to attend tonight. You finished a long day of work and notified Taeyong that you would be out for the night as your brother's funeral. You wore a long black dress with a slit from the bottom to your thigh and wore silver jewelry. You straightened your hair and as you were doing your makeup Jaehyun walked in.
“Going out?”
“Y-yeah, for my brothers funeral”
“Oh, sorry for asking”
“No, it’s okay”
“...”
“...”
“Actually would like to at-ttend the funeral with me? It said I can bring a plus one.”
“Do you want me to?”
“I would appreciate it if you did”
“Okay let me get dressed”
Jaehyun left as you put on your heels and as you were walking down the staircase Jaehyun came down in an all-black outfit and his gold Rolex on his wrist. You both walked out the door and into a limo where it took you both to the mansion where you saw the bodyguards in-front of the house. Jaehyun got out and helped you out of the car holding your hand as you both walked up the staircase. They stopped you as they scanned your face and did a security check with your outfit. Same thing for Jaehyun as well. You both entered and saw all the members awaiting your arrival and hugged you comforting you.
They revealed Jackson’s casket as you saw his face. You walked up to it as Jaehyun watched you attentively. Your tears fell seeing him like this and you leaned on his casket sobbing at his sight, Jaehyun almost felt that he was going to cry, watching your beautiful eyes spew tears as the white casket and white lilies surrounded you. The members walked up to slowly removed you from his casket as they all sat down. Others from other mafias soon found out about your relationship with Jackson and many allies with GOT7 had also attended.
Each member got up and gave their speeches mourning Jackson and Yugyeom turned to you and whispered
“Do you want to give a speech?”
“S-sure”
“Are you sure?” Jaehyun asked worriedly
“Yeah, I can do it, for Jackson.”
You held his hand and squeezed it as you walked up to the altar and looked at your brother one more time before you took a deep breath and gave your speech
“As you all know I am Jackson’s sister, y/n. I was very close to Jackson as a young girl and loved having him as an older brother. However, when my father had passed we got separated, and I didn’t see him for a while. Yesterday, was the first time I’d seen him in a while and the last day I would talk to him ever again. He didn’t know who I was but treated me well, and I’m sure he ran his mafia with leadership, passion, and kindness. I expected nothing less than him to compete with my own mafia, as he was very hardworking. Although he has been a missing piece in my life, I know he was a good man with good intentions. I now no longer have family, but I will continue to keep all of them with me in my heart. I love you Jackson and I will miss you.”
A tear fell down your cheek as you sat back down as many others were sobbing at your words. You grabbed Jaehyun’s hand again and leaned your head on his shoulder looking at the marble floor. The priest walked up to read Jackson’s will to see what to inherit.
“I Jackson Wang hereby give the following if I perish on the ground and will not live to see another day. To my members, you all will have my belongings and have the choice of whether to keep them or burn them. My room shall be handed off to the new leader, so it must be cleaned of my remains. You are all free to read my diaries and enter my office whenever. To my sister, if she is still out there, find her, and once you have, tell her the following:
‘You as the last living blood of the Wang family shall take the Wang family name with you to whomever you marry. You will inherit the company, and train hard to maintain and run it. You will be led by the guidance of Jaebum, who will be a temporary leader while you train. Welcome to GOT7 y/n.’ “Your eyes grew wide as you heard those words. Everyone in the room didn’t know whether to congratulate you or freak out. Jaehyun looked at you sadly and shocked as everyone else was. The priest called you up for you to sign the family book of GOT7 mafia. You rose as your name was called and saw the signature of your brother, father, great grandfather, and so on. You looked at Jaehyun, and all of the other GOT7 members as everyone in the room was awaiting your response.
“Y/n, would you like to change the name of your mafia?”
“No, I will keep it in honor of Jackson.”
“History shall be made today, as this will be the first top-notch mafia based in Seoul to be run by a female and you will be forever written in mafia history.”
You looked at your brother then looked at Jaehyun. It was a hard decision. Do you choose your family by blood? Or your family or friends? Ever since you left, NCT became your new family, they were all your brothers, did you have to leave them? You took the quill and dipped it in the black ink. You looked at Jaehyun mouthing an “I’m sorry” and signed the book.
“Everyone, join me in applauding and celebrating miss y/n Wang’s new journey as she takes on a new life as a new leader.”
Everyone started to applaud as well as Jaehyun as you stepped from the podium as all the other 6 members got up and bowed to you as their new leader. Everyone was dismissed soon after into the reception area where there were drinks and hors d'oeuvres. JB pulled you aside to discuss what is going to happen to you and your new life with GOT7.
“I know you are extremely qualified to take on this position, but I am merely here to help you adjust and be an assistant to you. This is going to sound sudden, but we want you to live here by tomorrow. Easier for us and easier for you, it’s better to not delay it and get it out of the way. You can say your goodbyes and be done so you’ll be ready to leave when we send a chauffeur to pick you up at 8:00 PM tomorrow. We will clear out Jackson’s room and office and accommodate any personalizations you want in your room and office. You will be protected and well cared for as much as Jackson. You will lead and inspire many of us here at GOT7, and you better be up to the challenge for anything, and willing to sacrifice everything you have for this mafia, you are no longer part of NCT, y/n, you are one of us. Upon your arrival here, your tattoo will be removed and replaced with a GOT7 tattoo. We will accept anyone willing to come with you if they accept the same loyalty, respect, and skill as you. See you tomorrow, y/n.”
You walked off to find Jaehyun who had your coat and called a limo for you two to leave. The car ride was quiet, and when you arrived home, you didn’t say anything and headed for your room. You grabbed your luggage and started to pack, Jaehyun walked in and didn’t say anything but helped you pack. It surprised you he gave you a bittersweet smile as he handed you clothes, jewelry, bags, and several other belongings. He noticed his t-shirt in his closet, seeing that you had kept it in your closet. You were too busy packing to notice that instead of handing you a piece of clothing, he held your hand.
You looked at him with a sad grin on his face as he looked at you, concerned and upset.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Of course I do, I’ve always wanted to have my own mafia. Besides, it’s what runs in my family.”
“Aren’t you going to be lonely?”
“That’s the fun about going somewhere new, new people and experiences.”
“What if I came with you?”
“Jaehyun, please don’t speak nonsense.”
“I'm serious y/n, I don’t want you to go through this alone.”
‘I don’t know Jae, aren’t you happier here?”
“Not if you aren’t here.”
“…”
“Please, let me come with you.”
“I don’t know-“
“Who else is going to comfort you as a leader? I know you are going to go through a lot-“
“But NCT needs you.”
“Not as much as you need me.”
“Do you really want to come with me?”
“Yes”
“Pack your things, and let’s go.”
Before Jaehyun left Mark and Taeyong found you both in the doorway.
“We heard what happened, are you going to compete with me y/n?” Mark chuckled
“What we mean is that we are very supportive of you, y/n and we wish you the best,” Taeyong added.
“I’m leaving with her.”
“Why?”
“She needs me, I’ve been with her through everything, and I will continue to be there for her.”
“Jaehyun, I will allow you to go, but don’t expect me to go easy on you next time we meet.”
“Hopefully this will create a new alliance between us.”
Jaehyun left along with Taeyong discussing the new GOT7 contract.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss my lab.”
“You’ll make a great leader.”
“A leader greater than you that’s for sure.”
“y/n, don’t be like that, I’m sorry, but I know you’ll be happier getting a fresh start.”
“Thank you, just promise me one thing, Mark.”
“Which is?”
“Make a/n happy as much as she makes you happy. Don’t mess it up, as much as I want to strangle her, she makes you happy, and I hope you will treat her better than me.”
“I will, I promise, y/n.”
Mark left as you and Jaehyun had finished packing. It was 7:00 PM and you both were waiting by the door. Everyone had come to see you both off, everyone hugging Jaehyun and you as well as trainees bowing to you, and that they will miss your expertise. They had already found you a replacement, as a rising trainee who had followed similar in your footsteps and was a trainee under you. People had mixed reactions, most were happy to expect Donghyuck who was balling this eyes out in happiness and sadness. He made your arm wet and numb from him, holding on to you tight and crying for a long time. A GOT7 car arrived as grabbed all of your and Jaehyun’s luggage into the car as you gave everyone one last goodbye and wave and entered the car.
“Jae?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you want to come with me?”
“Because...because I love you.”
You kissed Jaehyun on the lips as your response and hugged him with happy tears falling from your face.
“Thank you. For making me feel loved, cared, and most importantly, happy, I can trust you with my love Jaehyun, forever.”
“Hey, who else is going to take over the company if there are no mini y/n Wang’s running all over the place.”
You hit his arm as he chuckled at your flustered response.
“S-shut up, idiot.”
You arrived at the mansion, greeting all of the members awaiting your arrival. You and Jaehyun got out as you looked out onto your new home for the rest of your life. You looked worried as Jaehyun held your hand and suddenly all your worries were gone.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Let’s do it.”
You both entered the mansion holding hands and opening the door to the next chapter of your life.
Epilogue
“MOOOOM TELL AIDEN TO GET OFF OF ME”
“TELL JAYDEN TO LET GO OF MY DAGGER”
“CAN YOU BOTH STOP YELLING IM TRYING TO READ”
You were now a mother with three children with a set of twin boys, with Aiden being the older twin. Aiden and Jayden looked like Jaehyun and were identical. You had one daughter Blake who was younger than both of them and looked and acted like you.
“Jayden, give back the dagger, Aiden stop yelling, and Blake, you keep reading that book about bloodstains. You wouldn’t want to see your mother mad right?”
They all nodded as Jaehyun walked to your office and sighed as he sat down in one of your chairs.
“Exhausted?”
“I don’t know how you do it.”
You got up and started to massage Jaehyun’s shoulders as you kissed his neck. You were now running the top mafia in the world, going across the world just to assassinate political figures and set up drug deals. You adapted well to the GOT7 lifestyle You were now married to Jaehyun, and you had a beautiful wedding with GOT7 and NCT members mixed into it. They were now allied with you and were still doing well without you. Mark and a/n got married shortly after you and Jaehyun but their’s had not been not nearly as gorgeous as yours (at least in your opinion).
“We did well, thanks to you.”
“No, it’s thanks to you, I love you so much.”
Jaehyun kissed your lips as soon as you were interrupted by your children.
“EWWW”
“Calm down you two its normal among married couples.”
You got up and hugged and kissed all of your children and raised them well, just as your parents did. They had to work hard for what they wanted, just like you. They all were smart and all capable of self-defense and were ahead of all of their classes in school, handing you As and A+s left and right. You decided that you would tell them one day about what you and Jaehyun did, but that’s when they reach double digits.
“Dad, how did you meet mom?” Blake had asked
You both laughed a little too hard as all three of your kids looked at you both confused
“That’s a LONG story going to be saved for bedtime sweetheart.”
“Aww, I want to know!”
“How about we throw some knives instead for now.”
“YAYYYY!!”
You lifted Blake up as the boys ran to the weapon range grabbing knives like candy
“Woah, woah, woah, boys, not until your mom says you can throw them.”
“One at a time boys, you know the rules.”
“But I’ve seen you throw five at a time mom!’
“Why can’t we!”
“I’ve done this longer than all three of you combined, it takes a lot of practice and precision.”
“Alright, mom.”
It was time for bed for all of the kids, tired out of their minds (as weekends usually do) You dedicated Saturdays for the kids especially since you were so busy, with its overwhelming success, it allowed you to have one day to yourself and your kids. Jaehyun was a mission general, leading and commanding all the missions as well as your right-hand man. You tucked Jayden and Aiden into the beds of their shared room. From what you could tell Aiden seemed the type to lead and Jayden to analyze and assist, they were a dynamic duo. If Aiden wanted to brush his teeth, he would go, and Jayden would follow. But Jayden would get the stool and toothpaste before Aiden could even start grabbing his toothbrush.
Blake was very similar to you, is well diverse in every field, and loves reading. You and Jaehyun walked into her room, covered wall to wall by shelves of books, and constantly begging you to take her to the GOT7 library to pick out new ones. You tucked her in and started to tell her the story of how you and Jaehyun met.
“Well, it started when mommy and daddy both lived and ruled in their own castle, they had their own kingdom but never crossed each other, until mommy visited daddy’s castle, in a magical land called NCT...”
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Chapter 3 - Moving On
Seoul, Korea, a week after Valentine’s Day 2023
One week. One week since your heartbroken, one week since you’ve lost your love and heart to a man full of shit. You had never stepped foot into Mark’s bedroom since and have taken off your necklace you had kept on for three years was now in a box in your bedside dresser locked away forever. You both never talked with each other since that night and kept it strictly professional.
You focused on your work and have helped succeed almost 80% of the missions since last week. You also found yourself accepting more assassination missions wanting to get out of the mansion. You also got closer to Hendery, and it would not have been a shock to see that Mark took notice to that. He always gazed at you looking at you laughing over something Hendery said or when you let him come into the lab with you to look at what you were working on. He became a really close friend to you since that night.
You came back from an assassination, riding on your motorbike with your helmet on. You rode into the garage and took off your helmet and walked into the mansion and you heard the voice of the guys from the main entrance looking through the windows.
“Who is that?”
“She’s pretty.”
“I wonder when he broke the news to her.”
“Bet Mark bought her that necklace.”
“Ha, I bet he bought her everything she is wearing.”
You immediately knew who they were talking about, a/n (any name). Mark finally decided to bring her to the mansion and show her what he really does for work. You are going to assume its some spoiled brat who only wants Mark for money and his dick. You put your helmet down along with the others in your closet and started to walk down to greet whoever this a/n is. All the guys and Mark immediately stopped talking when they saw you, hearing the clicking of your boots approaching them. They all moved out of your way, and you made eye contact with Mark and a/n. Mark looked at you in panic and awkwardness, awaiting your reaction. I guess Mark thought you wouldn’t be at the mansion by now and try to sneak her in the mansion without you noticing. You reached out a hand to a/n.
“Hello, I am y/n, nice to meet you.”
“Hi! OMG, I LOVE your outfit.”
“Thank you, I’ve heard so much about you.”
You noticed her necklace, it was the same exact one Mark gave you, same letter engraving, the same pendant that you wore for three years.
“How do you know Mark?”
“Oh, Mark?”
You put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a noogie.
“I’ve known this idiot for four years, we are practically family, right, Mark?”
“y-yeah, family.”
She looked somewhat intimidated by you. You had a perfect, healthy body (all bodies are beautiful :)), friendly with all of the guys, and appeared to be a goddess to her.
“Oh, don’t worry about me, if I were to date anyone of these dumbasses it would be Hendery or Jaehyun.”
Both of their faces immediately lit up, and they started to laugh and hit each other
“Hey! That doesn’t mean I would date you, I would only do so if I were forced to by Mark.”
They both calmed down, and a/n seemed to calm down from her worries.
“Y/n why don’t you take a/n for a tour?” Mark said.
You fake smiled and said
“Sure, I would LOVE to.”
The guys and Mark soon dispersed back to their work while you led her around the entire mansion, explaining where everything is.
“So this the main entrance, obviously with high tech security, and has loaded guns and missiles built into its walls to ensure safety.”
“From what?”
“People trying to kill us.”
“This is the kitchen, living, and dining room, we don’t spend much time in the living or dining room since we are all busy 24/7. We also have a personal, professional chef and maid service for you if you feel like it.”
“So if I want anything I can get it?”
“Yes…”
“The floor below is mainly the garage, which you can’t have access to since you are not allowed to leave without Mark, another member, or a bodyguard.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Whatever,” you thought.
“If you go upstairs, this is the floor where the most work happens, and YOU MUST knock on the door before going in, understood?”
She nodded as you continued.
“If you look out here, you can see our bathhouses inspired by Japanese onsens, and you will go into the women’s side, not the men’s side. You can also see our outdoor and indoor shooting ranges where we train our trainees to shoot. Here on this floor, you will find all of our conference rooms and offices, if you look at the end of the hallway on the right that’s Mark’s office, you can feel free to pop in if you’d like. If you need any help, ask Taeyong, whose office is the last door on the right. If you look left, you will see the weaponry and technology labs, my lab is all the way at the end. However, you are NOT allowed inside.”
“Why not?”
“First, you physically can’t come in, and I don’t want anyone or you knocking on the door thinking you can, it has a facial and fingerprint scanner impossible to hack. Only Mark and I can access or allow anyone in. Second, Mark wants you to be safe, so he wants you to stay away from this lab so you can’t get hurt when we are testing weapons.”
“Aww, he’s so sweet.”
You roll your eyes so hard that you might hurt your skull of how annoying she is.
“This is the third floor, where all of the bedroom quarters are, this is where we all sleep, and you will be sleeping in Mark’s room.”
You walked her to Mark’s room and hesitated to open the door getting flashbacks of that night.
“Um, are you going to open the door?”
“Yeah I was, I was just making sure no one was in there.”
You swung the door open and let her walk around, looking at his room. It smelled just as you remembered, musk, cigarettes, and whiskey. You saw as nothing changed except the picture of you two were replaced by her and presents given by you were nowhere to be found. The one thing you still saw was the wall. The wall he threw you into was slightly dented and would only be noticed if you knew what happened there.
“Alright let’s go” (before you start crying at least)
“Okay!!”
She was WAY too peppy and energetic for your type, you have NO IDEA how Mark found her attractive, heck even started dating this chick. You led her through the rest of the house and eventually ended the tour.
“This concludes the tour any questions?”
“Uhhhh, yeah! What do I get to do!”
“HA, nothing.”
“W-what?”
“Listen, you are here to keep Mark happy, pick up a hobby or something. At least make yourself useful here.”
You left her in the elevator walking to your lab exhausted from talking to her and continued working for the rest of the day. You needed a bath and steam, so you headed to the bathhouses to relax for your tiring day. It was still snowing out, and the contrast of the cold breeze and the hot water and steam made you feel extremely relaxed.
You kept thinking in your thoughts about a/n, and how she magically seduced Mark. You also thought if Mark was really over you, or needed to distract himself. But nonetheless, you hoped Mark was happy since you still cared about him and would always support whatever he does with his life.
That was until you heard a crashing in your bathhouse. You immediately got out and put on your robe with a dagger, a throwing knife, and a gun equipped in your pockets. You held your gun and saw the shadow in the changing room who knocked over all of the buckets and towels. You prepared to protect yourself as you put them into a chokehold with your gun to their head.
“If you move or speak you will die got it?”
“y-y/n it’s just me.”
“What are you doing in here?”
“A/N??? WHAT THE HELL YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”
“I-I just came to take a bath.”
“Well, a WARNING could have been nice.”
You calmly removed her from her chokehold and walked back to the outdoor onsen to have some steam and she soon followed shortly. She didn’t get in, but she looked around for a bit.
“What do you do around here?”
“You get in and relax, this is usually the time where I can clear my head, but you decided to come along.”
She then hopped in and sat across from you.
“So, do you like anyone here?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t know you are surrounded but so many handsome guys, I’m surprised you’re not dating one of them.”
“Why so you can cheat on Mark with one of them?”
“What? No. Never.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m focused on my work, so I don’t have time for dating.”
“Oh. Have you ever thought about it?”
“No…not any of them are my type.”
You then got out since you’ve been in the onsen bath for too long and felt light-headed.
“BYEEEE I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW!!!”
You waved and had a cold shower before you left. You felt better after and walked back into the mansion to find Mark reading on the couch, looking like he was waiting for his girlfriend.
“Oh, y/n, I have something for you.”
Mark got up and handed you an envelope with gold lettering with your name on it. You took it and opened if, in front of him, it read “25th Annual Masquerade Ball.” You remembered this ball since you remember your parents attending one every year. Mark was telling you that every member of NCT was required to attend, protect, and enjoy others and themselves.
He told you a fashion designer will come and take your measurements for your custom mask and ball gown. You remembered attending this ball with Mark several times. Even if he was busy, he still promised to give you a dance and never forgot his promise. You have memories of those magical nights, but this is the first time you are going solo. You walked away, but before you entered your room, you heard Mark’s laughing from the living room. You missed that, hearing his laugh and making him smile, it was a bittersweet feeling.
Every morning regardless of the weather, you do a morning run before you work on anything. You wake up really early to go on your run, so you are not disturbed by others in the morning. However, you didn’t realize that someone as looking for you. A/n actually asked a maid where you were. When you returned, she looked at you in awe, after your workout, you looked even more like a Goddess compared to her.
“How was your run?”
“Fine.”
“I was wondering if us girls wanted to hang out today since I have nothing to do here.”
“But unlike you, I have work to do here, so you run along and pick some flowers.”
You walked away with maids holding water, towels, and your change of clothes before heading into the lab. In the lab, your eyes met the invitation again, reminding yourself that the Masquerade Ball is coming up and the fashion designer was coming to see you today. Since you had a fitting around your lunchtime, you decided to design some Masquerade Ball friendly weapons. Gun holsters, knife pockets, tracking devices, earpieces, and night vision lenses. Soon after, you were called for your fitting and walked to the garage, got on your motorbike, and rode off to the fashion designers workshop. You arrived and went up to the top floor to meet a similar face who’s designed all of your outfits to the years prior to the ball.
It felt awkward, but, you kept calm during the entire fitting. While you were doing your fitting, you looked around and saw Mark’s and a/n’s outfit designs on the wall, matching in a beautiful navy blue and gold theme. You never matched Mark at these balls, since you kept your love hidden. The designer decided on a red dress with a golden snake necklace and golden embroidery. He would tell you he would send everyone’s outfits early for you to input any proper equipment or defenses.
It wouldn’t take long, it would just be a quick sew and an add on. You had given him the blueprints of the weapons prior so he can highlight and sew in pockets for special items like poison gas. He showed the masks that fit your special requests and accommodations. They had trackers, analyzers, and night vision mode when you looked through it. They also had an x-ray option to see what weapons the person is currently carrying (only for your mask). They also were secret gas masks and could see through smoke bombs. You soon left your fitting and rode back in peace, knowing that the gala will be left in good hands.
A week later, you were sent everyone’s outfits in a vast array of colors from black to yellow. You equipped everyone’s outfits until you hesitated at Mark’s. It was beautiful, and you knew how good he would look in it. It had golden vines across his navy suit jacket. You looked at a/n’s dress thinking how the dress could have been yours, that if things had worked out differently, you would be wearing this dress. This dress should be your dress, not hers.
You were about to burn the dress when you realized how selfish you were being. It’s Mark’s first time going to a ball with a date, and it’s not like he’s unhappy with her, he smiles all the time around her. You delicately placed her dress down, put a tracking device, dagger, and an alarm system connected to Mark, to know when she’s not within the eyesight of Mark. Your dress, you made sure it could be ripped off for any emergency. The skirt part can rip off and reveal your black pants underneath equipped with everything you needed, guns, knives, bombs, and ammo.
You sent the maids to deliver the suits and dresses to all the NCT members, while trainees were either working or have the night off (depending on how well they did on their tests). You also started talking to Hendery more and more, and now you both became very close friends. Mark did notice this and started to fill up Hendery’s schedule so you couldn’t see him often. You both would eat together, and he would hang out with you in the lab on late nights and bring you tea to keep you working. It would not be surprising if you didn’t say you started to warm up to him, or heck even likes him. He was there for you when you needed it, and you trusted him with your heart.
That night you were tired from all of your work you lied down on your bed and thought about Hendery. You wondered if he felt the same way or even liked you. You remembered when he seems excited when you said you would date him, maybe that’s a sign? You told Hendery all of your worries and concerns, and he was there to listen and comfort you. You two also occasionally had sleepovers in your room, pushing each other playing Mario Kart or watching sad romance dramas. He was like a best friend that you loved more. Since your break up with Mark, it’s been a long time since you’ve had a genuine best friend.
Sure, Mark was your best friend (that you dated), but a person to hang out with and spend your free time with was lovely. Yeah, the other guys are still your friends, but they are always super busy and can’t even catch a break with you. The only reason why Hendery can is that he is the head of his own department, and has other people working under him to do his work. Hendery strictly just reports what he gets from his peers. He works in the medicine and health department, which was in another building, to prevent sickness from spreading and allow a separate hospital for NCT.
You didn’t feel like that lonely child anymore, you felt love. Those same fuzzy warm feelings for Mark resonated within Hendery, but were you ever going to tell him? If he doesn’t feel the same thing what is going to happen?
You took a quick shower and changed, continuing to lay on your bed, thinking. Just as you were in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your door. You got up to answer it, and speak of the devil, its Hendery. He walked in a little nervous and sat down on the bed.
“What’s up Hendery?”
“H-hey y/n, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Do you w-want to come with me to the Masquerade Ball?”
“...”
“A-as f-friends of course...if that makes you feel comfortable.”
“...”
“I-I know you are still hurt from Mark, so I figured you should still enjoy the ball regardless.”
“T-thank you, I would love to go with you Hendery.”
“R-really??”
You then pecked his cheek, which made him blush a crimson red on his cheeks.
“You can also consider me your date then.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
He then hugged you before saying goodbye and goodnight, and you somehow lost all of your worries and fell asleep peacefully.
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, drowning, heartbreak, and cursing
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Chapter 5 - A Sitting Duck
You and Hendery sat in the limo holding hands while you looked out the window. Hendery kept looking at you, knowing you were nervous and thinking. As Hendery was about to say something the limo had stopped and you had reached the destination of the ball. The driver got out and opened the door, while Hendery helped you out and held your dress when you walked up to the stairs.
There was a line of noticeable people who were waiting to get in, but there were bodyguards checking ids, security checks, and referencing to the guest list. You knew some of them, most were from other mafias within the city, Most were trying to bribe the guards as majority got rejected for the ball. Everyone in line was staring at you and Hendery, mainly you. Your dress was the most stunning and outshone any girl there, You and Hendery had your mask on as you heard the whispers of the others in the line as you walked up to the guards.
“Who is that?”
“She’s so pretty.”
“I wish I had a dress like that.”
“Damn, I wish I was her date.”
“Rumor has it that she killed someone’s wife for that dress.”
“No way.”
“I would let her cut in line.”
“I didn’t know NCT had a female member.”
“Oh my god, that’s the Black Mamba.”
As soon as that person mentioned your name, everyone shut their mouths as your heels clicked silently walking past the line of people. You and Hendery took off your masks and showed your tattoos as the guard opened the velvet rope as you two walked in. Once inside, you both were holding hands while looking at the gorgeous ball setup. The shiny white floor, the largest bright chandler, the assortment of scattered flowers, trainees in tuxes looking like butlers, the beautiful tables set up and the orchestra on stage, lightly playing some music in the background.
You were stunned as Mark outdid himself yet again. You and Hendery gave your coats away to the coat checks and gave Hendery the number. You looked around and saw Mark and a/n. She was very touchy with him while holding a glass of champagne. Mark noticed you had arrived and excused himself from a/n to greet you both.
“y/n, Hendery, thank you so much for attending, please feel free to enjoy yourself.
“Thank you, it looks beautiful Mark.”
“I put a lot of work into it this year, I’m glad you like it.”
You and Hendery got some drinks (you had water) and walked around for a bit waiting for others to fill the room. You saw all of the other members, including Yangyang, Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, and many others who all greeted and complimented you. After a while, you noticed the music stopped and saw Mark up on the stage, holding a mic.
“Hello, everyone! And welcome to the 25th annual masquerade ball! I hope you all enjoy tonight! NCT is my pride and joy, and I am overjoyed by the work we have done this year. We have increased our rates in every department, and I am proud of every single one of all my members, workers, and trainees for making this happen. I want everyone tonight to step out of their work zone and into their comfort zone, as you all deserve this tonight, so please let’s have fun!”
Everyone cheered and clapped as you clapped as well. Mark walked down to kiss a/n on the cheek as you noticed he walked over to an unfamiliar girl you’ve never seen before. She had an emerald green dress tailored just for her. She seemed to have asked Mark something, and once he answered, she nodded in excitement and started to laugh, strange.
Once the music started to play for the first dance Hendery took your hand, and you both took the center of the dance floor. He held your waist while he held your shoulder. He twirled you around, showing off you to everyone, which made you creep a smile on your face. He kissed your cheek, which made you giggle, and your face turned red under your mask. You leaned your head into the crook of Hendery’s neck, embarrassed by his actions.
You heard his heart beating fast and him laughing lightly while you both continued to sway. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mark watching the entire thing, but you could not tell his expression under his mask. When the music stopped, you removed yourself from Hendery and held his arm. Hendery smelled different compared to Mark. He smelled like bergamots, oranges, other fresh fruits, that was refreshing and nice.
You both danced and drank more and more throughout the night. You laughed at how cute Hendery was when he was a little drunk, and he was very touchy. He would be kissing your neck and refused to stop kissing your lips. He also would not stop hugging you. You told him you went to get some more water and left him by your table. He kept begging and begging you not to leave, but you somehow got him off you. You walked by got some water at the bar along with a bunch of drunk men trying to hit on you, but you willingly twisted some arms and threatened them, and all of them backed off by the time you walked back.
You noticed that Hendery was no longer at the table, but you didn’t mind some alone time since he was very touchy. You put your water down and looked around for him until you noticed him in the crowd, but as you approached, you stopped in your tracks as he was talking to that girl in the emerald dress. She had taken off her mask, and she was gorgeous, to you more beautiful than yourself. You thought that maybe he knew her and were just friends until you noticed her hand go and touch his arm. You hoped that he would shove it or walk away, but Hendery kept her hand on it.
She was talking as they were laughing, you couldn’t make Hendery laugh as much as she did. You kept watching as everything she did was better than you, the only thing she couldn’t do was defend herself or throw a guy out the window like you could. You started to feel very insecure, and question why this happens to you. You want Hendery to have the best in life and wished him the most happiness. If that meant someone else was better than you for him to achieve the best, then he can have her. You were nothing compared to her, sure people feared you, but she was funnier, prettier, and more romantic in your eyes. You felt that you were not fair to Hendery either.
You had not completely gotten over Mark, and he could tell you were still struggling with Mark. It wasn’t fair to him, he should be able to date someone without having to worry about their lover leaving them for someone else. He should date someone who doesn’t have someone else on your mind. Your thoughts came to a stop when you saw her lean in for a kiss and waited for Hendery to respond. He kissed her back and held her waist closer to him.
You felt betrayed, Hendery knew how much it hurt to have someone you loved for them to leave for someone else. You talked with him about your emotions, you let yourself be vulnerable again. You thought this was someone you could trust, but you let yourself be fooled again.
“I would never hurt you the way he did.”
Were the words he had once told you, but you felt his lies. It was deja vu, he had hurt you the exact way Mark did. Your eyes started to sting, and your legs felt weak. Tears fell behind your mask, for no one to see. As the soft violin playing the background coordinated with your streaming tears, you felt the pain again. It hurt just as much, you thought for a moment, on that dance floor that you would finally be over Mark, but turns out you were going to get hurt anyway. Hendery was a hypocrite, all those times he assured you he was better than Mark that you will be happier without him.
Everything that came out of his mouth was a lie, and he was just waiting for a chance to get away from you and find someone else. He didn’t notice you standing there with eyes full of tears, so you calmly walked passed them and noticed a garden and a swan pond outside. You took it upon yourself, to excuse yourself and let Hendery enjoy himself more. You quickly grabbed the balcony door and opened it, not being noticed because of the loud noises of chatter and music. You closed the door and heard silence. It was nice, quiet, and you could only hear the crickets in the night.
The sky was clear, and it was not extremely cold out since it was towards the end of February. You walked down the stairs and took off your heels when your feet touched the grass and stone pathway. You opened the gate to see a beautiful garden, it had a stone fountain with koi in it. The flowers were grown naturally but trimmed. You looked and saw the swan lake with four swans in them. You loved swans because to you they were your spirit animal. They were beautiful but territorial. You always kept some food for them and fed it to them. It took a bit, but they all opened up to you.
You found yourself crying again, questioning why you let yourself be hurt again. Why you allow someone to see you be so vulnerable and fall into their trap. You let yourself be weak against them, and you hated yourself for it. The dark sky reflected in the water as you saw your tears fall into droplets into the water, creating ripples in the dark water. You sniffled and cried your heart out. It felt like you were constantly drowning when Mark broke up with you.
But with Hendery, it was like someone took their hand out to help bring you into the light. But now his hand had slipped, and you fell deeper into the water, drawing and suffocating. Why? Why did the world let you suffer like this? Why is the world against you? What did I do to deserve this pain again? Am I not supposed to be loved? These were all thoughts in your dark and heartbroken mind.
The swans tried to comfort you, nuzzling their heads and necks against you, as their feathers tickled. You started to smile a bit, thanking them as you sat on a bench trying to wipe your tears away. You felt your eyes drooping, and you could see clearly again. You knew your makeup was ruined and felt the tears stained on your cheeks.
“What are you doing here?”
You turned your head to see Jaehyun shining in the moonlight. He walked over to you when all the swans started to honk and peck at Jaehyun.
“It’s okay guys, he’s a good guy.”
Jaehyun slightly chuckled as he joined you on the bench.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“You always loved the duck ponds when we visited New York, so I took a gamble. You also come outside to fresh air if you are frustrated or upset. So what’s on your mind?”
“…well…my date ditched me for someone else.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, it’s his.”
Jaehyun saw you rubbing your arms and put his blazer on you, and you kept looking at the water.
“Are you okay?”
“Honestly, no, but, I’ll get through it.”
“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks….”
It got quiet as you kept looking at the water and clear sky full of stars. You looked over at the window and still saw Hendery talking with that girl, and your eyes started to water again. You leaned your head into Jaehyun’s shoulder and let your tears fall as you were hiccuping and panting heavily. Jaehyun kept patting and rubbing your back, trying to comfort you and kissed the top of your head every now and then.
“W-who-o is t-that-t.”
“Her name is Luna, she was friends with Hendery as trainees before she got transferred.”
“F-fuck h-her.”
“I don’t actually know why she’s here, the rest of the people from her group aren’t even here.”
“A-are you saying she was i-invited on purpose?”
“Maybe. I would have no idea why.”
You immediately knew why. You also snapped into reality, that you, yet again being vulnerable to someone else. You didn’t want to feel hurt by anyone anymore. You’ve had enough, and you would not be taking any chances with Jaehyun since the last two had betrayed you. You got up, but Jaehyun grabbed your hand trying to get you to sit and stay for a bit longer, but honestly, you wanted to get out of here. Away from this ball, away from these people, you just wanted to go home. You pulled away from Jaehyun’s grip and threw his jacket at his face as you stormed back inside.
You swung the door open, making a huge sound, causing the music to stop and everyone to turn. Your face looked like a mess, mascara running down and smudged lipstick was still evident around your lips. You looked at Hendery, and you looked at Mark before a running Jaehyun came up behind you. You walked straight to the door with everyone clearing a pathway for you as you shut the front door creating a boom in the ballroom. It was still silent as Hendery walked over to Mark.
“Are you happy? Are you happy you selfish asshole.”
Hendery then ran after you while Luna tried to convince him to stay. Mark watched vigilantly at Hendery as a/n made a snobby comment.
“Whatever, she was a party pooper anyway, such a drama queen as always.”
“Shut up a/n.”
A/n was shocked by Mark’s reaction as he focused on Hendery, and what his next move would be. Back outside, a limo was already called for you as you walked down to the car you heard the door open and turned to see Hendery. Stopping in his tracks as one foot was already inside the car. He mouthed an “I’m sorry.” You shook your head as you gave him the bird and walked into the car.
Hendery sat in frustration, running his hands through his hair screaming. He ran back inside and sat down as Luna walked up to him and snaked her way into comforting him. Mark, noticing he wasn’t going after you, knew that Hendery wasn’t worth your time, and he was right. Mark was the one who invited Luna to test Hendery on his loyalty, and his determination to keep you. Mark knew there was no one good enough for you, not any member in all of NCT.
Mark knew this was his time to redeem himself for you. Mark suddenly walked away from a/n towards the coat rack.
“Where are you going?”
“To go see if y/n is okay.”
“Is it because you love her or something?”
“No, it’s because no one is in the mansion right now and we cannot afford to lose her right now.”
“Of course, you always go after her and leave me.”
“I still love you a/n you know that.”
“Fine, then, if you love me, then stay with me.”
“You know I can’t do that, as a leader, it would look poor on my part if I did not go to check on one of my most important members.”
“So you are choosing her instead of me?”
“I’m not choosing anyone! I need to check up on her.”
“She can handle herself, I’ve seen her throw Xiaojun across a table because he touched her sandwich.”
“You know what a/n? I’m not having this conversation with you, you are being childish.”
“Then if you really loved me you would stay!”
“…”
“So, is it going to be her or me?”
Mark kept walking, grabbed his coat and your coat and called a limo. Beforehand he told Taeyong to keep her company and calm her down. The limo driver drove as Mark fiddled with your coat looking at the intricate details you put in it, a hidden camera, parachute, and gas mask all hidden in your coat. The car soon stopped as Mark opened the door to the mansion and only heard his footsteps echoing in the empty house.
“M-mark s-sir?? I didn’t know you would be arriving home early, is everything alright?”
“Yes, do you know where y/n is?
“She’s in her room.”
“Thank you.”
Mark walked passed the maid and up the stairs and saw your room door was open. He quietly opened the door to see you on your balcony. Your dress was off, and you were in a nightgown looking out your balcony. Mark placed both your coats down on your bed as he looked around your room for a bit and smelling your perfume that he missed so much. He walked over to you and looked out with you.
“You didn’t have to come.”
“I wanted to.”
“Why? So you can bask in your victory?”
“…no…I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Since when did you care so much.”
“You are one of my best friends y/n, it’s what I do as a friend.”
“A friend.”
“Y-“
“Am I really a friend Mark?”
“…”
“Am I a friend to you, Mark?”
Mark stayed silent.
“Look at me.”
He turned his head to see your puffy and shiny eyes reflecting the full moon.
“Do you still love me?”
Mark pulled y/n closer to him and put his forehead gently on hers. He slowly went in for a soft kiss on y/n’s lips. Y/n was blushing, tasting the whiskey he had at the ball still on his lips. Y/n pulled back, realizing what she had done.
“Mark, this is wrong, and you know that. You have a/n, and you can’t be here kissing me when she’s waiting for you.”
“Actually….”
Mark held you with your head on his chest as he rubbed the top of your hand.
“I had the option of choosing you…or her, but I went…after you.”
Your eyes widened at what he did.
“Are you crazy?!”
“I came to realize that I am the only one good enough for you, that I am meant to be with you, not a/n.”
You swore you thought this was a dream and you were pinching yourself to ensure that it wasn’t a dream, Mark wanted you back.
“I missed you every day when I was with a/n, your smile, kind heart, sarcastic humor, but most importantly, your selflessness and trust. You would always trust me to come back and would understand my busy schedule. I love you y/n, I never have loved anyone more than you. T-that night, I was aware of what I was doing, but the morning after, the guys made me take a blood test and found that someone drugged my drink that day. They found steroids and cocaine in my blood, explaining why I acted that way towards you. I knew nothing I could say or do could have changed you, so I let you be free and move on. If I continued down that path, I knew you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. Which is why I stopped going to clubs, drinking heavily and tried to focus on my work before a/n could bother me. I apologize for that night, and I would have never hurt you, I promised you that on my life.”
You were speechless, it all started to make sense, and Mark’s logic was for the best for you. He gave it up in order to protect you.
“a/n also admitted that she was the one who drugged me, and I still hold that against her. She wasn’t like you at all, she constantly asked for money, and went out clubbing instead of waiting and caring for me like you did. She didn’t make me your famous chicken noodle soup when I was sick or checked on me every thirty minutes. She felt to careless about the relationship and used it for power and money. She also became less interested in me, but only would speak up if it had to deal with you. I know she’s jealous of you, but I would understand why. Which is why I am here, with you, under the moonlight, because I want you back.”
You cried into his chest hugging him tighter, because of how much you missed him, that his voice always softened while talking to you, his cologne that he wore to special events made you want to hold him more.
“I missed you too, stupid.”
Mark kissed your forehead and kissed your lips one more time, tasting the light cherry flavor from your chapstick that you had put on after removing your makeup. You pulled Mark away from the balcony to open your dresser to reveal the necklace Mark gave to you long ago. He swiftly grabbed it and put it back on your neck, it was cold but felt familiar as you remembered how much you fiddled with the pendant. You kissed Mark on his plump lips, and he led you into his bedroom, lending you one of his hoodies. You took off your nightgown and put one of them on. Mark took you from behind and kissed your neck.
“I missed seeing you like this baby.”
“I missed you too.”
Mark kept kissing your neck, almost creating a red mark as he moved his hands all over your body. He carried you to the bed as he continued to kiss you. You, becoming dehydrated, told him you wanted to grab something from the kitchen to drink. You left as you let Mark get undressed. You closed the door and skipped to the kitchen. You decided to make some tea, and the tea kettle had stopped steaming. As you were about to pour your tea felt a hand around your neck, and you yelped a little before a cloth had covered your mouth and nose which was filled with laughing gas and knocked you out cold. Your vision turned pitch black as you didn’t remember the rest.
Mark, hearing your yelp, grabbed a robe and walked downstairs to see you nowhere to be found, Mark saw the broken China teacup, and there was an envelope on the counter. It had the stamp “GOT7” on it as Mark violently ripped it open.
“We have the girl. Bring what you owe us. 8:00 PM tomorrow. Or we kill her.
That night when you fell asleep, you noticed your phone kept buzzing, and it kept waking you up. You rubbed your eyes and blinded yourself with your phone while trying to see who was trying to text you at this hour. It was Taeyong. Apparently, there is an emergency assassination and could only be executed tonight.
Taeyong explained that you would be offered ₩4,700,000,000 for killing their main rivals in the area. Taeyong found out and noticed you were doing more assassinations recently and figured you would be up for it. You grabbed some death wish coffee, and accepted the offer, got your assassination suit along with your required weapons needed for killing, distracting, and escaping. You tucked your hair into your suit and took the elevator down into the garage. You got on your motorbike and drove to the other mansion on the opposite side of the city.
You had turned on the invisibility feature on your motorbike and put on your mask with high tech glasses built-in for optimal safety. You had shut down their security and cautiously avoid traps and mines scattered on their yard. You had to kill Jinyoung, a right-hand man of the rival gang GOT7, who had recently stolen drug deals and cargo from our suppliers. Knowing he is a right-hand man, it would not be a shock to your he didn’t have the second-best defenses in the entire mansion.
You broke in through the skylight in their living room and cascaded down on a rope, landing like a feather on the ground. You had shut down their security cameras and blended in with the dark shadows. You had forgotten to ask Taeyong the location of Jinyoung, so you had to figure it out quickly before their tech team blasts the alarm, send emergency spotlights, and guard dogs along your way. Luckily, your suit also had an invisibility feature and trapped your smell within the suit, finding no way to track you. It also did not track or allow finger and footprints, and all of your weapons could not be traced since they were all custom made.
You remembered a memory of your when you were little, your dad or your brother would always find you when playing hide and seek. When you got older you noticed it was one of the poems in the book he gave you, it was how you can track down anyone in an area when they are hiding. You mumbled it to yourself.
They will hide, but I will seek
Find them without a little squeak
Draw a path to their location
And follow it without frustration
Reveal to me where they lie
Shoot my desire into my eye
You felt your eyes glow and you saw a path of footsteps light up a light red, and you followed it through the mansion. You stopped at the door and used your x-ray goggles to see that he was in the shower, the optimal time to sneak in. You opened and lightly closed the door and hid in his closet, preparing your attack. You heard footsteps towards the closet, and you jumped out and muffled his voice while you held him tight when he was struggling to get you off of him. You shot his chest, and blood started to go everywhere.
Your suit cleaned itself with blood and sprayed itself with hydrogen peroxide. It also was invincible to liquid of any kind including blood. You were used to seeing this and have seen worse. You suddenly saw your payment loaded into your account and you left him in his towel with blood spewing out of his chest. You walked out of the bedroom and climbed up your rope, and when you reached the top of the skylight, the alarm went off, meaning you had about a 5-10 minute time frame to escape.
You jumped from roof to roof on their mansion and dived into the garden fountain near where you hid your bike. You ran through the trees and bushes to find your bike. You revved up the engine and stunt jumped over their gate while you saw a bunch of guards and dogs chasing you. You drove off and was never to be caught by them for the rest of the night.
You parked your bike in the garage and was about to go to bed when you heard a voice talking in the living room.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why do you care?”
It was a/n and Mark, it sounded like they were having an argument, hey, eavesdropping wouldn’t hurt.
“Why don’t you trust me?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You look at her every time she laughs, and it looks like you want her instead of me!”
“This is ridiculous! What crazy person put that idea in your head?!”
“I’m not THAT dumb Mark.”
“We are JUST FRIENDS how many times do I have to tell you?”
“Fine, then answer my question. Have you ever loved her?”
You realized they were talking about you and was awaiting Mark’s response to the question.
“…no. I never loved her. I only love you.”
a/n sighed and sat next to Mark
“Really?”
“Really.”
They then kissed and started to make out. Your eyes were getting foggy, and the tears were starting to build up. Did he ever love you? Was this all just a game and a mistake? You couldn’t take it anymore. You ran back down into the garage and got on your motorbike and drove to Incheon. You drove and drove until the tears stopped, but they kept coming.
You finally made it to Eurwangni beach, and you took off your boots and walked on the sand. It hugged your feet softly as you walked on it. It was cold, not hot, it was quiet, not loud, and it was peaceful, not chaotic. You walked and sat on a big lifeguard seat and watched the waves as they came in and out of the sand. When you needed to be alone, you went to be one with the elements, in the forest, beach, or even a pond in the park. The stars and moon reflected in the water, as you wondered how you are still not over Mark.
You and Mark used to come here after long days of work, or if you both got lucky, came here on vacation. Mark called it a retreat for you two, so you could come up with new ideas with Mark without being distracted by the others, You remember him chasing the seagulls and trying to impress you at the beach. There was one time he tried to build you a sandcastle, only for it to be washed away by the water.
He asked you to bury him in the sand, and once he was buried you left him there, and he started to scream for an eternity before he gave up and begged you to dig him out. He also spun you around in the water, letting the salty droplets fall on each other’s skin.
Mark complained about the sea a lot how it was cold and dirty when five minutes later, he was running into the sea chasing a tiny fish. You also both cuddled on the beach while reading or in your rented beach house you both would watch the sunset until you fell asleep and he would have to carry you into the bed and tuck you in. You felt like crying, even more, remembering how happy you were here, and now you can’t get any of it back.
Taeyong came down the staircase to notice Mark and a/n still making out and coughed in their presence. They both stopped and blushed as they sat on the couch in embarrassment.
“You haven’t seen y/n, have you?” Taeyong asked
“No, why?” Mark answered
“I sent her on a mission about an hour ago, and she hasn’t come back?”
“That’s odd she’s usually done around 30-45 minutes.”
“A maid checked her room and said she wasn’t in there.”
“Maybe she’s in the bathhouses?”
“No, I sent a maid and other members to search the mansion, and she’s not here.”
Everyone started looking for you and called you, but you didn’t answer, and your tracking device was off. Another hour passed, and you still did not come back. Panic started to settle in, and members were getting freaked out. Mark also sent members to search for you in the area, but they did not find you.
People working undercover for NCT also reported nothing, all the other members started to freak out. Hendery was rapidly spamming your phone, and Jaehyun looked like he wanted to cry. Donghyuck was already crying about how he would not be able to test your weapons anymore, and Taeil was getting ready to write your obituary.
Taeyong was acting calm and strategic when really he was blaming himself for letting you go on such a dangerous mission. A/n looked mildly concerned, mainly focusing on how Mark is reacting, who is silently thinking about where you could be, and debating the possibility that you did fail your mission. You have a 100% success rate, so Mark knew you were alive and not kidnapped to be held for ransom.
“I know where she is.”
Mark immediately got up and ran to the garage before a/n or anyone could ask or stop him. He got his motorbike and rode all the way to Eurwangni beach to go find you. Mark parked his bike and saw you, in your usual spot, on the lifeguard chair. He took off his shoes and walked towards you. He found you still in your assassination suit looking into the distance, with no emotion.
“Hey, what are you doing up there?”
Mark snapped you out of your trance as you looked at him and looked back into the distance. Mark climbed up and sat next to you looking at your face trying to figure things out.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah I just needed some fresh air after my assassination.”
“Did everything go, okay?”
“Yeah, i-its just been a while.”
Then there was an awkward silence. Mark knew you were lying, and you knew Mark came here out of panic and guilt, not because of any feelings towards you. You both looked into the dark ocean with the moon and stars reflecting in its water. You finally decided to break the silence, mainly because you wanted to go home, and you were cold.
“Are you happy?”
Mark looked at you suddenly and was confused by what you meant by that. You looked away in embarrassment and started to fiddle with your fingers while still talking.
“a/n. Are you happy with her?”
Mark scratched the back of his neck and looked embarrassed.
“Yeah, she…makes me very happy, I…”
You waited for Mark to finish, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to. There were guilt and sadness in his eyes.
“I…love…”
“her.”
To you, it hurt, but to Mark, it was something forced out of his mouth. It didn’t seem as genuine as he thought it was. He didn’t know why, but in front of you, he couldn’t say it as heartfelt as usual. Little did he know in his head, he wanted to say you instead of her so much, but for some reason, he had to choke it out of him to say “her.” You could burst into tears right now, you didn’t want to confront him if he said if he loved you, because you knew the answer. It wasn’t something to be worried about anymore. He’s moved on and happy, that’s all you had hoped for him. You didn’t care if he didn’t like her all you wanted was for him to be happy. You just wanted her to treat her as well as you did, or heck maybe even better than you. At this point, you just wanted to go home. It was starting to get cold, and you wanted to curl up in your bed watching dramas until you fall asleep.
“Let’s go home.”
Mark and you started to climb down when you touched the sand, your hands started to rub your shoulders and arms, you were freezing. Mark saw this and nonchalantly put his jacket over your shoulders revealing a black tank top he hands underneath, showing his NCT tattoo underneath his rib.
You put on his jacket that still smelled like cigarettes and his musk. You missed that smell, but you know you would never keep it forever. The burn marks and blood stains on it were still evident, and the zipper was broken as usual. Mark’s clothes were always bigger on you, and it was quite baggy. The pockets still fit your hands and felt warm, as the smooth leather touched your hands. You both got on your motorbikes and rode as you felt Mark’s jacket to flutter in the wind, as the moon shone brighter than it ever did.
You both arrived in the garage and parked your bikes, you and Mark walked up the stairs to see everyone awaiting your arrival in the living room. They all turned hearing your boots clicking, and they all screamed and ran to hug you, except a/n. Mark walked towards her, and she instantly smiled while everyone else was hugging you and slapping your back. Once they all cleared, a/n looked at you, seeing that you still had Mark’s jacket on and the room fell silent. A stalemate had occurred, and everyone was looking. You just calmly took off Mark’s jacket and gave it back to him saying a simple ‘thank you’ and left to go back upstairs to your room.
After a long shower, you heard a knock on your door.
“One minute!”
You quickly got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts as you opened the door to see Hendery.
“y/n! are you okay?!”
“Yeah, why?”
You both sat down on your bed, looking out the balcony window.
“I-I was just worried about you.”
“Why would you be worried about me?”
“I was afraid you were going to run away and find another group to be with.”
“I would never trade you idiots for anyone else.”
Hendery laughed, missing your humor, you both haven’t talked in a while.
“I was wondering if you wanted to attend the ball with me.”
“Really?”
“Y-yeah as f-friends?”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Y-ea-“
Before he could be finished, you pecked him on the cheek.
“I’ll go as your date stupid.”
He blushed and touched his cheek. He smiled and hugged you, which felt warm and comforting. You fell asleep feeling giddy as ever. You haven’t felt good to go to bed to be excited for tomorrow in a long time. You were ready to run the world tomorrow. You fell asleep with dreams no one could imagine they were no longer nightmares in your head. They were not dark anymore. You were in flower fields instead of caves, running through the daisies, watching butterflies fly around you.
The next morning you woke up feeling fantastic, you danced around while cooking breakfast, and none of the guys knew why you were such in a good mood. You let Donghyuck test out all of your latest weapons and gadgets for the ball tonight, and you bought lunch for all the trainees.
Soon time flew, and you were done with the workday. It was cut short due to the ball, so everyone could prepare to get changed. You dashed up to your bedroom to find your dress, maids, makeup artists, fashion designer assistants, and butlers. You walked in to get your makeup done, complementing your outfit. At the same time, they also braided and curled your hair. Once you were done, you were led onto a platform with a mirror, and everyone was helping you get the dress on, since it was heavy, and had a tight catsuit underneath it. You had a corset as well, and you felt the maids pulling to make your waist smaller.
They finally finished with your corset tying it with a bow and putting finishing touches on your dress. Then you had to accessorize, you had earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings all adorned on you with the finest jewels. You got on your heels, gloves, and fur coat on as a butler walked you down the staircase to where you met your eyes with Hendery waiting for you. He smiled as you delicately walked down the marble stairs until Hendery took your hand.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“You didn’t need all of this, you would still look beautiful.”
You blushed at his words as you both walked to the door opened by the maids. He held and helped you down the stairs again and held your dress up so you would not trip and it would not get dirty. A butler opened the door for you, and you looked a little nervous, but Hendery rubbed the top of your hand, giving you some reassurance.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating and drugs
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Chapter 2 - Judas Kiss
Valentine’s Day, Seoul, Korea, 2023
You were planning to take Mark out on a date for your anniversary, you were able to book a restaurant and super excited to take Mark. You both have been busy lately, both of you had not left the mansion in a while, and this would be an excellent opportunity to go out. After you got the call for the confirmation, you walked to Mark’s office to go tell him. But before you could open the door, you heard the other boys talking to him about what to do for Valentine’s Day.
“Boss, how long has it been since you’ve gone out?” Jaehyun asked
“I’ve been busy trying to manage you, numskulls.”
“We are all planning on going to hit the club tonight, you should come,” Johnny added.
“Nah, you guys go on your own.”
“C’ mon boss, how long has it been since you’ve had a girl over?” Taeyong asked
“It’s none of your business.”
“Mark, we all know you haven’t had one over in forever,” Donghyuck Responded.
The truth was, Mark did everything he can to avoid the boys from finding out about you two. Whether that was you hiding in the closet, or waiting ten minutes to exit the same room, it was what you promised between each other. Mark also made his room soundproof, to ensure no one would hear both of you in the same place. Mark sighed and gave a somewhat forced answer.
“…fine I’ll go.”
“YES!!” Cheered Yuta
You heard them walking by the door, so you quickly made it look like you were walking to the supplies closet looking for materials for your next weapon. The guys saw you, excited to know what your latest invention was.
“y/n! y/n! What are you working on!” Donghyuck asked
“Well, if I told you I would ruin the surprise.”
“Can’t you give us a little hint?”
“Fine.”
“You guys have to use this on night missions.”
“Ohhhhhhh”
“Well, I have to get back to the lab, I’ll see all of you.”
“Bye y/n!!”
You obviously made that weapon up, but right now you just wanted to go into the lab and reflect on what just happened. You walked into the lab and just sat in there for an hour fiddling your pen, thinking about what to do. You trusted Mark, but you had hoped he would have remembered to do something or anything for your anniversary. He knows that you didn’t like flowers, but in past anniversaries he at least got you a gift and spent more time with you for the day. Last year, he spent the whole day in the lab saying he was “testing” and “approving” your weapons. When in reality, you both were having a secret date inside the lab and couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
The thought of being engaged and getting married crossed your mind, since some of your friends had gotten engaged around three or four years of dating someone. You would say yes, but was this the right time? You decided to head to the bathhouses to clear your mind and think of different things to take your mind off your worries.
The bathhouses were inspired by Japanese onsens, and since you were the only girl in a high ranking position, you got the bathhouse to yourself. Your juniors and other trainees had other houses where they bathed. You let the hot water and steam relax your body, and you watched as there was a light snowfall. Watching the delicate flakes of snow melting softly into the hot water made you feel calm, and forget what you were worried about.
However, when you stepped out and walked back into the mansion, it was extremely quiet. You then asked a maid carrying towels where they went.
“They went out tonight miss.”
Right. They were going to the club. On Valentine’s Day. On your anniversary. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt as you walked to your bedroom to change into one of Mark’s hoodies, it smelled like whiskey and his old spice. You tried to sleep, and you were tossing and turning and looked at the clock, 12:00 AM. You realized that you needed to find out for yourself if Mark indeed was staying loyal or else you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You got up and changed into your clothes (with weapons secretly equipped in pockets of course) which was all black, and you wore a black mask to cover your face.
You rode your motorbike near the club and had to walk through a big park to get there since everyone came to this club on Valentines Day, and it’s hard to get in. You noticed that this was the park that you and Mark had your first official date in the public.
You remembered how he violently chased the pigeons and picked up a bunch of flowers for you. It was good and heartwarming memories that reminded you of Mark. But you quickly snapped out of it and focused at the task at hand. You had debated whether to go or not, determining the probability of him catching you there or how he would react. You even wondered if you were just being paranoid and doubting Mark.
“What am I going to do if he sees me?”
“What happens if he is cheating on me?”
“Am I just going crazy?”
“What if I am worried for nothing, god I feel so stupid.”
“So, I am actually doing this, you can do it y/n.”
But you decided, fuck it, let’s just do it, if he sees me, then so be it. You walked up to the bodyguards, and you showed them your NCT tattoo, and they let you in immediately with no question. But of course, everyone else waiting started to yell at them wondering how you magically get to waltz inside. When you got in your eardrums hurt like hell, this was one of the main reasons why you didn’t like clubs. First off, even though you were in a mafia group, you didn’t drink or smoke, you just didn’t like either preferably.
The place clearly reached of alcohol, pot, marijuana, and flavored vape smoke. So many drunk and high people dancing, along with flashing lights, was not your forte. Also, the fact that people were sniffing cocaine and smoking out of rainbow bongs did not help either. You also realized that this particular club as also a strip club, so strippers and naked girls are everywhere. You did notice a bunch of men trying to hit on you, but once you almost broke the arm of a guy trying to grope your ass, they all seemed to back away from you.
You tried to desperately find Mark or even the group, there were so many people and so many sweaty bodies you couldn’t wait to get out of this shit hole. You eventually saw all of them sitting in a booth laughing and drinking, you can tell Mark was drunk because he was really touchy with all of the members and his face has a slight pink tint. You were relieved he was just drinking and not doing other things.
But as you are just going to leave out of the corner of your eye, you saw a girl walk over to Mark and sat on his lap. You turned, and with no hesitation, he started to make out with her and holding her the way he held you. You saw all the boys hooting and hollering Mark. You saw him smiling, which you haven’t seen in a long time.
But there was only one person not following along, which was Donghyuck, who looked uncomfortable in this situation. That led him to notice you with watery eyes, and you quickly ran out of there as fast as your legs could carry you. You ran and ran for miles while knowing Donghyuck was following you, hearing his footsteps linger behind you. You ran not looking back, feeling your tears stream your cheeks as millions of thoughts fill your head.
“Is he happy?”
“Why did he do this?”
“What is wrong with me?
“What is this feeling?
“Why does my throat have a lump?”
“Why does my chest feel heavy?”
“Why are my eyes filled with water?”
“Why did he do this?”
“Did he forget about me?”
The only time you remembered crying like this was at your parents funeral, you have never cried since. For once, you felt hurt again, and you felt betrayed by someone you loved in a long time. You felt sick and vulnerable.
“Why did you make me feel this way?”
You wondered if you ever made him happy. You questioned if he ever loved you. You thought if you were ever enough for Mark.
“Was this just a game?”
“Was my loyalty for three years worth nothing?”
“Did I just waste my time?”
But the footsteps never stopped
“y/n!! Wait!”
You kept running and running until your tears dried up from the wind created while you were running. You ran into the park and sat on a bench with lightly stained tears as Donghyuck caught up to you panting and sat down the bench with you. At this point, you’ve cried enough, and now you are just deep in thought, figuring out an excuse to tell him.
“y/n? why were you at the club?”
“I-I heard you guys were going out…I just- wanted to make sure you guys were okay.”
“Aw, that's so nice of you y/n.”
“Hey! Don’t tell the guys about this, I don’t want them to know I actually care or look out for you or whatever.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.”
“So, how is guys’ night out?”
“Eh, same old same old, but now it’s interesting now that Mark came with us, he’s usually extremely busy during this time.”
“Well, I should let you get back to your guys night, I’ll be going home.”
“Ride home safe y/n.”
“You know, I will.”
You walked to your motorbike watching Donghyuck casually walk back to that disgusting place, now reminding you what had just happened. You put on your helmet and felt tears falling, and you kept riding faster and faster in anger, wanting to get away. You came home to your face streaming with tears as you walked to the shooting range. You always went there to let out your anger and emotions while practicing your shooting, which was never rusty.
You took a gun from the lab and shot about 10 targets all either all shot in the head or heart. You soon felt calm and emotionally stable after and walked back to the bedroom. You grabbed and changed back into the pajamas you had before, sadly smelling Mark on the hoodie. You had gotten tired and fell asleep for a while.
3 AM, you heard a rally of screaming and drunk men burst through the front door, indicating that they all had just come home from their guys night. You heard footsteps come towards the bedroom door and someone struggling to open the door and eventually opened it. You saw a drunk Mark with lipstick all over his face and hickeys down his neck. His belt was undone, and his pants were all wrinkled, now indicating he did cheat on you. He smelled like cheap flowers and champagne, and suddenly tears filled up your eyes, and you couldn’t see through the blur.
“Whyyyy are yyyouuu wearinggg myy hoodies?”
“You-“
“Whooo saidd youuu couuld wear them?”
“Y-“
“Only peeeople I loveee get to weaaar them. Soooo why are you wearing ittt.”
“…”
“I SAID”
Mark suddenly grabbed you forcefully and shoved you against the wall demanding to know why you were in his room, wearing one of his hoodies. Your eyes were now overflowing with tears, Mark never, in his three years of dating you yelled or shoved you like that. This was someone else, this wasn’t Mark.
“ANSWER ME WOMAN”
“Y-you said I-I-I could w-wear them.”
“WHEN DID I SAY THAT, I NEVER LOVED YOU”
“…”
After that he slapped you in the face and forcefully removed the hoodie from your body, leaving you half-naked.
“NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! I NEVER ASKED FOR ANOTHER WHORE TONIGHT!”
“…”
“I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!”
Without any hesitation you left, half naked crying so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you ran to your old bedroom. It was just as you had left it, but there was no dust since the maids cleaned every room regardless if it was used or not. Your old clothes were still in the closet, and your old Crocodile jacket was still hanging in there. Your bed was cold and untouched, and it felt weird to try to sleep in here after three years.
You rummaged through your drawers to find an oversized shirt you had gotten at your old apartment. You wore it, feeling cold, not used to wearing a shirt rather than a hoodie. You tucked yourself in, and for one, felt lonely and vulnerable, there was no one to sleep next to you, no one to hold you, no one to love you. Not to your surprise, you had trouble sleeping, you missed sleeping with Mark, and not used to sleeping on your own. You decided to go get some tea to calm you down, a nice cup of chamomile would help.
You walked down the stairs and found Hendry already in the kitchen looking for something as well. You knew Hendery, he was new to the team, but you always knew about his night cravings, since so many of the members complained about it. He did not go out with the guys because he also wasn’t too fond of drinking or clubbing. It looked like he already made a pot of tea and was drinking some on his own.
“Oh, hi y/n, would you like some tea?”
“Yes, please.”
“It’s jasmine if that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
Hendery took out another teacup and poured you some, and you both drank in silence.
“Is there something on your mind y/n?”
“Yeah…how did you know?”
“You usually don’t wake up in the middle of the night to have tea if you don’t want to calm your thoughts.”
You sighed as you placed your cup down and decided to let your thoughts out to him, he visited your lab a couple of times and was kind enough to deliver you lunch sometimes.
“It’s stupid
“It can’t be stupid if you are thinking about it so much.”
“I just broke up, with someone and it’s just hard to comprehend.”
“Ah, with Mark, right?”
You immediately froze and looked at him in awe.
“H-how did you find out?”
“I saw the signs and subtle flirting with each other, also do you think I’m that stupid to not notice you two going into the same room during the night and come out of the same room early in the morning?”
“Hm…you have a good point.”
“I heard him yelling, are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, he was just really drunk, but I’ve never seen him like that. Usually, when he is drunk, he can’t keep his hands off me.”
“I saw he was with someone else, are you okay about him cheating on you?”
“Yeah, but, nah, its just- dumb.”
“No, no, no, let it out.”
“I-I got him a present for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day, but I don’t even think he remembered.”
You revealed a watch that Mark always wanted. You noticed that he kept looking at his clock or phone for the time, and never owned a nice watch. It had your anniversary date on it engraved and had both of your initials on it as well. You showed Hendery, and he looked at it and you in pity. You started to cry again, to which Hendery comforted you, pulling you into his embraced and you cried on his shoulder while he rubbed your back.
“Why did he have to do it?”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“God, I’m so stupid.”
Was one of the few things you choked up while crying into Hendery. He looked at you with a comforting smile and reassured you of all your worries.
“You, are fucking y/n y/l/n, the damn Black Mamba, ex-Crocodile, okay? No one deserves to have you, and whoever does get to keep you is a lucky man, because they will get to love the most badass, loving, and hardworking woman I have ever seen.”
“Aw, you mean it?”
“…yeah, you are always there, looking out for trainees and constantly working in your lab and helping out many members on their missions.”
“Now, don’t think you will magically fall in love and date me because I’m a mess right now.”
“Whatever you say, princess, now go get some rest I’ll clean up.”
You got up from Hendery’s chest and started to walk back.
“Hey Hendery”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for being here for me.”
You walked up and pecked his cheek.
“Now, don’t inflate your ego, man.”
He just smiled and waved to you going to bed. You walked back to your dark, and cold room that smelled like fresh cotton, no more musk, whiskey, or cigarette smell lingered in the room. Now calm, you fell into a deep sleep, hoping to never wake up.
You woke up early to help provide some hangover care packages for the guys, knowing they would be in pain for the whole day. You told the chef to prepare the best hangover foods such as eggs and bacon, grilled cheeses, smoothies, and a whole buffet for them. You also provided them with some pain killers and water for their headaches.
Soon, all of them slowly got out of their beds and took some painkillers and food thanking you for helping them. But the last one to come out was Mark, who shuffled his way over to you. You thought he would secretly rub your arm or hold your hand, but he just took his painkillers and food and didn’t even look at you. It was weird. You thought he was just tired and hungover, so he couldn’t even comprehend trying to flirt with you.
“Hey, there’s the man of the hour,” Donghyuck said
“How was a/n (any name) last night?” Asked Jaehyun
“She was…nice, I got her number, we are going on a date later, I want to get to know her better.”
“AYYY THATS MY DUDE” Johnny yelled
“hey, please stop screaming, it's hurting my head” scolded Taeil.
A date? Why would they be going on a date? Is this a cover-up for us dating? Mark got up, looked at you, and you thought he was about to say something to you, maybe a “sorry” or a pity look.
“Here are the dishes.”
“…”
You took them in shock
“Did I just hear that right?”
He gave no reaction or sympathy? Why is he acting this way? So many questions flooded your head while Hendery looked at you in pity, knowing how much pain and confusion you are going through. Mark just walked back and started calling on his phone. You all eventually went back to work just like a normal day. You were in the lab, and Mark only came in to talk about missions and weapons, there was no love or care in his voice.
He was acting super professional when he usually would act the complete opposite when you two were in the lab alone. This wasn’t Mark, this was the leader of NCT, this was someone who didn’t love you. This was someone who ran a mafia group, this was not someone to fall in love with. He stopped texting you and only called you for weaponry matters. You were working on data statistics for weapons and you couldn’t keep your mind off last night and this morning. You then eventually got to thinking about why it seemed that you were just another worker as you were before, three years ago. Until it hit you.
