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[7:30 PM] mark!boyfriend au where you and mark are out to a japanese restaurant and he keeps messing up his chopsticks and dropping them on the floor. You eventually ask the waiter for kid chopsticks and he’s giddy playing with his food.

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Black Mamba | Chapter 3

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, A LOT of flashbacks, passive-aggressiveness

Words: 3.045k

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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. 

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Black Mamba | Chapter 5

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, drowning, heartbreak, and cursing

Words: 3.89k

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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.

~The Black Husky.”

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Black Mamba | Chapter 6

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of cheating and death 

Words: 2.48k

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Chapter 6 - Lost

You woke up with your vision being very blurry, you woke up expecting to be in a room where you are tied up or bruised up lying on the cold floor. But you were in a bed with luscious and comfy pillows and comforters. You were alone in bed and confused about where you were. You were dressed in silk pajamas and had no idea where your weapons went. (You always carried them with you) You felt very unsafe. A butler came in startling you.

“Ah, you're up madam, please get dressed and have breakfast in the dining room, which is down the staircase to your right.”

You awkwardly got up from the bed as he left your room. You opened the closet to see a surprising amount of clothes that you would personally wear, it was almost an exact replica of the closet in your room. You put on a Gucci leather jacket, ripped black jeans at the knee and a white tank underneath. You walked downstairs with your silk slippers and noticed seven other guys sitting down at the table. They looked as if they had been expecting you. You quietly walked over and sat across from who you assumed was the leader. You didn’t eat anything yet, feeling that you had to wait for someone to tell you something before you could eat or even breathe.

“Y/n, so lovely for you to join us, please eat some breakfast, then we will talk.”

Why were they so nice? You took a few slices of watermelon, bacon, and waffles and slowly ate in silence as the rest of the guys kept talking. You were finished and walked over to the sink to put the dishes as you were about to wash them one of the tall guys grabbed the plate from your hands and spoke to you.

“I’ll clean them for you, you go sit down on the couch.”

You walked and sat on the couch as the guys kept talking at the dining room table. You looked around at the decor around you. The house had very modern decor that made it look elegant, there were numerous awards on the walls and expensive chandlers hanging from the ceiling. It is clear that he is a successful mafia, most likely one of the best in the area. The one who you presumed was the leader, walked over to you and sat across from you in a chair.

“Alright, I’m going to make this short and simple for you. Mark has something he owes us, but we have something he needs, so you are technically being held hostage for a while.”

“Is anything happening to Mark?”

“If he doesn’t bring what he needs, he will.”

“Do I get to at least to get to know your names? If I’m going to be here a while?”

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry for being rude, I’m Jackson. That tall one over there is Yugyeom and the one taking notes and calls is Jaebum, but you can call him JB. The one drinking soup is Mark, the one eating bacon is Jinyoung, the one humming to music is Youngjae, and the one that keeps dabbing is BamBam. For the time being, make yourself at home, walk around, we do have eyes on you everywhere.”

They were not joking about that you walked to go to the bathroom and there were guards at practically every entrance, every hallway had multiple hidden cameras, and the doors could only be unlocked by the members of staff. You had bodyguards following you everywhere except for the bathroom and your bedroom. Balcony doors and windows also were locked, so it would be impossible to find it. Quickly the day passed, you had lunch and got to know all of the boys. It was around 6:00 and you had time. You found yourself wander into a bedroom and immediately knew whose it was.

There were almost all Fendi clothes in his closet, he had a huge Chinese character “wang” hanging up on the wall. You walked and saw pictures on his dresser. Most of them were his members, other friends, and you tried to look for a picture of his family, but you later found more pictures on the bedside table. You walked over and found a picture of your mom??? Another one was your dad?? You saw on the other table it was a picture of you, when you were about five, picking flowers. Jackson was your brother, who you have not seen in 18 years. You soon heard the cocking of the gun, and you knew it was Jackson.

“Put that picture down.”

You put it down and looked at him and said

“I’m your sister.”

“Nice one, she died about 5 years ago, so don’t lie to me.”

“Jackson please, how can I prove it to you.”

“Come.”

You followed him into what looked to be an interrogation room, and he sat you down and held a book that looked old, since all of the pages were almost yellow, and the pages looked crinkled. You also had gotten tied down, to ensure that you wouldn’t take this chance to escape since all members were present.

“Once I say the spell if you are indeed my sister, it will give me the proper response, if not, you might pass out for a couple of hours, are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“Yes.”

You had never been more certain of anything else in your life.

“I call to summon the Wang family eye

From the far lands and dark sky

Reveal to me what another can’t see

Open the eyes and be free

Those eyes once filled with tears they bled

Show me the flame show me the red

If not they shall be filled with black and flood

Now show me the eyes only passed on by blood!”

You felt your eyes glow a red and you were levitating leaning towards Jackson who appeared to look like he was crying. The chair delicately floated back down, and Jackson ran to hug you.

“Um, I’m still tied up…”

“Oh, right.”

Jackson untied you and held you tight, and you felt that you couldn’t breathe. You felt his tears rolling down his cheeks.

“y-y/n, I missed you s-s-so much.”

The rest of the group was crying, looking at both of you.

“Is this where you had been the whole time?”

“Y-yeah”

You realized that this was your old house. Jackson had renovated it, making it more modern. But the hallways and rooms were mostly the same. You then realized that your dad’s company was a mafia gang, and Jackson had been running this ever since. But soon after you heard a door burst open and a few gunshots had been fired.

“Shit. Looks like your boyfriend is here.”

Jackson got up along with the other boys out the door.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mark and his little posse.”

“Where is she”

Jackson gestured you to step forward and held you next to him. Mark stepped out to try and grab you, but Jackson stopped him.

“No, no, no, not until you give us what we asked for Mark.”

“Here”

he slid a suitcase over to Jackson, and he opened it filled with what looked like over ₩11,795,700,000 in cash.

“You know what else you owe us. We want our drug dealing hotspots back.”

“You know we fought for those fair and square, it's not our fault your men can’t defend well.”

“Don’t test me Lee, or she will suffer.”

Jackson held a gun to your head as your eyes filled with tears and they started to roll down your cheek. Was he really going to kill his sister?

“Let her go Jackson.”

“Not until you give us back those hotspots.”

“We are not giving those back.”

They were at a standoff, and there was tension in the air, you prepared yourself to duck or hear a gunshot. Mark stared at you can give a signal to duck as you saw from behind Mark Johnny shoot Jackson in the side of his arm as he fell. Soon all the gunshot went crazy. Mark went after Jackson as the rest of his group started to attack GOT7. Punches, guns, and knives were being thrown everywhere. You heard Jackson and Mark yelling as you grabbed a gun dropped on the floor and ran to go find both of them. 

They were in Jackson’s bedroom. You ran in and saw them throwing each other all over the place. It was a heartbreaking sight. Seeing your boyfriend and your brother fight. You couldn’t bear to see it. Jackson and Mark punching each other and throwing each other into the wall. It made you feel light-headed to see them fight, and you started to cry really hard. You felt your body go weak and felt lightheaded. You soon found yourself collapsing by the doorway with your name being screamed as your vision went blurry.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You saw someone running towards you as he picked you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you noticed it was Jaehyun carrying you in a rush. He looked at you in worry as you took one of your hand as held his cheek you smiled lightly. He looked at you and smiled as your vision went black again.

You woke up in a different bed that wasn’t yours…or Mark’s. You looked around and could not figure it out. That was until you saw Jaehyun with only a towel and you looked away blushing and playing with your necklace.

“Y/n are you okay? I put some painkillers and water next to you in case.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Your head didn’t hurt, but you drank some water. You also noticed you were dressed in just your underwear and a big shirt, which you assumed was Jaehyun’s.

“You can change if you want, I’d understand since Mark would get jealous or something.”

“No, it’s okay, it’s just a shirt.”

You just looked at Jaehyun in silence as he went to go change in the bathroom. You decided to walk out when you saw Mark and a/n talking in the living room. A/n seemed to me cleaning Mark’s wounds and putting ice on his bruises.

“Mark, I’m so sorry for the way I behaved at the ball, I know you still love me.”

You saw Mark smile and kiss her cheek.

“Always”

“Is y/n okay?”

“Yeah she was fine, just overacted a little bit. It was a little annoying.”

So kissing me and telling me you loved me was annoying? Ridiculous. You immediately ran to the balcony of Jaehyun’s room and ripped off the necklace he gave you and threw it into the abyss of the garden. You started to cry and lean on the balcony railing as Jaehyun noticed and ran up to you.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“M-mark, n-n-never loved me, did he?”

Jaehyun looked at you with sad and sympathetic eyes.

“Do you want to an honest answer, y/n?”

“Yes”

“He did love you in the beginning, wouldn’t stop talking about you. But when it was nearing your anniversary, he complained about you more. He constantly sad you were annoying, treating him like a baby. He wanted you because he knew you wanted him. But when he noticed you got friendly with the rest of us, he called you a slut and an attention whore. I didn’t stay after he mentioned that, but I can say that he most likely said worse afterward. He said he can get anyone he wanted and he knew how desperate you were for him, which is why he went after you I guess, to ensure that you still wanted him. He tried everything to make sure you only thought of him, meaning he would get in the way of any chance for you to move on. He was selfish, I’m sorry for telling you this.”

“…”

“y/n?”

“Thank you. For telling me.”

You leaned on Jaehyun’s warm shoulder as you silently cried as he rubbed your back and played with your hair.

“One second, Jaehyun”

You left his arms as you immediately walked down to see Mark and a/n still talking. You coughed as Mark noticed and looked at you in Jaehyun’s shirt which was a dress on you. He grabbed your arm and asked to talk to you privately as you both walked into a hallway.

“Why is this on you?”

“Why do you care?”

“Give me an answer, y/n.”

“Jaehyun gave it to me. What’s it to you?”

“You’re mine, not someone else’s.”

“No. I am not.”

“What?”

“I’m not your property, you do not ‘own’ me, I am my own person, and I get to choose what to do with my life.”

“I just killed a man for you, the one who was holding you hostage? Is that not enough for you?”

“You killed…Jackson?”

“Yeah? Who else?”

You immediately started to break down and punch Mark, where he was bruised by your brother.

“Ow. OW! Y/n!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!”

“YOU KILLED MY BROTHER YOU ASSHOLE!!” “HE DESERVED TO BE KILLED, HE HAS BEEN OUR BIGGEST COMPETITION ALL YEAR!”

“THAT’S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING POWER, YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT HOW MUCH THIS HURTS ME RIGHT NOW! JACKSON WAS MY ONLY FAMILY LEFT, AND YOU LEFT HIM TO DIE BEFORE ASKING HIME ANYTHING. GOD, YOU ARE SUCK A HEARTLESS DICK MARK!”

You shoved Mark into the wall and walked passed him as you ran to Jaehyun’s room and hugged him with flooding tears. He picked you up and held you while you were still hugging him.

“F-first he breaks my heart, then he kills my brother, officially the worst day, ever.”

“I tried to warn him not to kill him.”

“You knew?”

“I had to do a background check on you before we hired you, I knew you were a connection to GOT7 if we ever needed it, but I guess that’s gone now. I’m so sorry y/n, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun. For being the only one who. Cared for me. You cared about who I was as a person, didn’t use me, and made sure I was alright.”

“Of course, I worry about you a lot y/n.”

You let go of Jaehyun as you looked into his eyes and you leaned in to kiss him. It was a soft and sweet kiss with your tears flowing down your cheek.

“I love you y/n, you know that.” “…”

“I will always be here for you.”

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Black Mamba

Pairings: reader x mark, reader x hendery, reader x jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of death and blood

Chapter 1 - The Origin (preview)

Seoul, Korea, 2005

y/n Wang, you were a sweet 6-year-old enjoying your life. You knew you lived lavishly, but your parents made sure you weren’t spoiled, they still wanted you to work for what you wanted. You wanted a new toy? Get a 100 on your next 3 tests. They would only give you gifts during holidays and birthdays. You knew you were different, everyone looked at you weird that you had bodyguards pick you up from school, and kids in school would stray away from you. You didn’t know what your parents did for work, they told you they worked in a business that paid a lot of money. The only friend you really had was your older brother, who was 5 years older than you. He was a moody 11-year old tween and talked to you when he wasn’t in a bad mood. You also didn’t get much attention from your parents being due to being busy, so you spent most of your time studying or reading.

One night, however, it's blurred in your mind, so you only remember certain aspects of that night. Your brother came into your room and woke you up saying he heard gunshots and came in to make sure you were okay. You started to hear gunshots and trembling, hugging your brother. Your dad had trained your brother how to hide and use a gun and knives at such a young age since he would inherit your father’s business when he’s older. Your brother would be in life-threatening situations and needed to defend himself. But in tradition, you were to be guarded and protected, just like your mother, marry off to someone around your age in another high-ranking business, and bear their children. Soon the gunshots and screaming died down, your brother slowly picked you up and hid you behind his back holding his gun fearlessly ready to shoot anyone ready to attack either of you. Your eyes were shut and you were praying to not let you or your family die right at this moment. You both were walking slowly around the house and you felt your brother slowly drop his gun and felt him crying and he ran down the stairs. You opened your eyes to see your mom and dad on the floor in a giant pool of blood. You saw your brother crying next to their lifeless bodies and you joined him crying that you couldn’t see anymore. A few of your dad’s friends (more like uncles to the both of you) found both of you and took you away from the sight. You overheard they were both assassinated and did now know they had children, if they did, they would have killed both of us. Your brother and you hugged each other tight praying your lives will get better, and you both will live on beyond their death.

The following day it was their funeral, you saw all your uncles and aunties and a lot of tears. You and your brother held hands that whole day and never let go. However, that was the last time you two would be together. You woke up the next morning and found your brother gone to the house, you saw your room had been emptied except for a change of clothes. You held your pajamas as you found your brother and uncles at the bottom of the staircase discussing before they turned to you with some bodyguards holding your luggage.

“What’s going on?”

“Your brother is going to inherit your father’s business”

“Okay, but why are they holding my luggage” 

“That also means you have no relation with your father’s business anymore, and for your own safety, you will be sent away, change your name, and have no relation to the Wang family anymore”

“But- why-“

“I’m sorry but there is no time for questions y/n”

You looked at your brother who looked at you sadly, and he hugged you for one last time before saying his goodbyes.

“Goodbye y/n, I will always love you”

“I love you too big brother”

Your uncles cried at the sight of this, but you trusted your brother, hoping you knew what he was doing.

Unfortunately, you lived in another family that neglected you but raised you just as hard as your parents. You were lucky to live with another lavish family, but they would not tolerate spoiled brats either. They also ignored you, and never gave you anything but what you needed. Which was a home, food, water, and a good education. They never gave you love, or care, that your parents at least attempted to do, which was mainly during holidays. During the holidays you spent them alone, and you had no sibling to cope with. You became a very lonely person and at school, you were a loner, since no one wanted to be your friend anyway. But the thought of that night your parents died, the word assassin kept popping into your mind. You had become so heartless with no morals and a heart with no love.

Seoul, Korea, 2017

Now, you were 18, you’ve been getting nightmares about your birth parents, and they would not stop. They were so bad, that your parents took you to a doctor to get drugs for your night terrors.  But the idea of becoming an assassin floated through your head for the past 2 years, and you were considering doing it to get some money, now that you had to work. So, you moved you and your parents bought you a nice modern high-security apartment for you to stay in. You decided to start working as an assassin. You studied up on their techniques and mastered them, trained yourself jumping from building to building on Seoul skylines. You also got into contact with local weaponry stores, finding the best ones in the area. You also studied killing techniques with all different kinds of weapons, that you could even kill someone with a branch. You worked out and studied all hand to hand combat as well as poison and smoke gas methods. Your first kill was a security guard for a mafia gang in the city, worth ₩5,000,000. You studied the area for only 5 hours and determined the best time of the attack and what weaponry. After you successfully killed him you felt nothing as you were raised with no love in your heart and lost all emotional connection to other humans. Your morality of the human race was gone. Your kills took about an hour tops, and you started to get recognized as a quick assassin, who knows how to get the job done. Soon, your prices rose as well as the targets, and you were overflowed with requests.

Seoul, Korea, 2018

You know had one of the best assassination businesses in the entire city, your parents didn’t care about what you did since they were too busy working and not bothering to care about you. You hired and trained several junior assassins who would take care of small assassinations for you and would stay in your apartment. But you only got out of the house for top assassinations, such as mafia leaders. You became known as the Crocodile, ready to kill anyone on command. One of your juniors came back to you with a letter, which was strange because you took your requests online rather than by letter. You opened the letter which reads:

“Hello, Crocodile,

I know this might be strange to be writing to you rather than by an email or online request, but I would like to offer a deal to you. As you are growing in popularity, I know you are growing in threats, as your killings have angered several mafias in the area. I also am aware that many have tracked down your location and have had several attempts in killing you and your peers. I can offer you and your peers' safety, in exchange for you and your peers to work under me. If you are not interested, feel free to burn this paper. But, if you are intrigued and want to discuss more in detail, please contact me and I will send you our location info

Sincerely,

~Mark Lee”

“Hey, Aria, can you look up what group this ‘Mark Lee’ is in?”

“Ma'am, he’s in mafia NCT, one of the top male mafias in Seoul.”

“Male?”

“Yes, they are dominantly composed of male members”

“Can you contact them, I would like to have a word with them”

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