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NCT Yuta- Silk Sheets pt.1

"Mrs. Y/L/N, please report to the principle's office." A few people in the class room let out a teasing 'uh oh' and I rolled my eyes getting up. I left the classroom and headed down the empty halls towards the offices. I knock on the principle's office door and there was a quiet 'enter' from the other side of the door. When I step in there, I wasn't alone with the principle, there was also a man who I've never met before "What's going on?" I questioned slowly sitting down in the chair in front of the desk. "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt with you," the principle started, clearing his throat afterwards "Mr. Lee here tells me both your parents are deceased and he's now your new guardian." I falter for a second. Long enough to let the shock filter through my brain.

"Can't be possible, my mother signed me up for classes here." my heart is beating hard against my chest it almost hurts because the signature is actually mine. I forged my mother's signature to have control over my own life.  Even though I am technically still a minor, I've pretty much been the adult in my family my entire life. "I don't know what to tell you Y/n, the paperwork is all here," the principle said showing me the stack of papers in his hands. "Well... I've never seen this guy in my life, for all we know he's going to traffic me." I shoot a look over my shoulder at the man "We haven't met before, but this is the reality here." I jump up towards the desk and pull the papers out of the principles hands. My eyes scan over the pages, not really reading what was on them, but they do in fact report both my parents deceased and my guardianship to this man. 

"If your mother could come in, that should clear everything up," my principle offered and I chewed on my lower lip "yes, bring in your mother and I'll withdraw my claim," Mr. Lee said almost as if he knew. "Anyone could forge these papers, there's lots of creeps int he world," I said getting doubt to rise in my principles brows "This is a surprise to us all. Once we contact her mother, we can clear this all up." I swallowed hard and Mr. Lee went back to his argument and as the two bicker, I slip out of the room, telling the receptionist I was just going to use the bathroom. Only I don't go to the bathroom, I went straight out the front door, hustling towards the bus stop to catch the last bus. 

My life is mine. I have to live it. I want to control it.

On the bus I rip my backpack off and open it. I push passed a few textbooks and notebooks to the bottom of the bag. There's a slight tear and I reach underneath it to pull out the money I had stashed away there. I always went to school with all the money I had because you never know who is going to break into your 500 dollar home, plus I never knew when or if I'd need to run. Apparently all my savings was a measly 1,000 dollars. Shit. I was going to need a lot more than that in order to skip town. It costed me nearly 3,000 dollars to move here, with bus tickets, down payment on an apartment, along with paying for supplies for school. It sucked, but clearly I couldn't stick around here. 

I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I stash my cash back in the bottom of my bag. Skipping town again, story of my life. Mom and I were always running from something. Boyfriends, bosses, social services, poverty. The only place we spent any amount of time was the hospice and that was because she was too sickly to stand much less run. She was dying. I try not to let the tears slip down my cheek in frustration, I didn't have time to let my childish emotions take over. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial a number I was hoping I would never need. "Hey G, I'm ready to take you up on your offer," I said as soon as the male voice answered, I didn't want to give myself the chance to chicken out. 

I worked on the pool before, but it was at a baby club where you wear a thong and pasties. It was okay money, not great but money is money. G had been asking me to move up to his club where it was a fully nude club for the last few weeks. I resisted because I didn't see the need, but now things have changed. I was lucky enough to have my mother's body. Slender legs, nipped in waist, not the hugest breasts but they gave the illusion of youth. Not an illusion really, but my identification says I'm thirty. I've been using my mother's identification to get jobs. You'd be surprised how much adults rip off kids to work, I make more money as a part time adult than I do as a seventeen year old full time worker. 

G promised me 500 dollars for stripping, plus tips, and then another hundred for lap dances. I could easily make another grand tonight. I just have to pull back my pride, anxieties and discomfort. Not isn't the time for morals, I need money and stripping can make you a lot of it. The club is a shithole,  but it's a lot nicer than a few other clubs I've been to. As soon as I get there G is leading me to the dressing room where women were fixing their make up and pulling on their outfits. I walk over to the lockers on the opposite wall and shove my back pack into one of the empty ones. A friendly older woman gave me a 'uniform' which was nothing more than a small thong and a bralette. I changed quickly and used whatever make up was left on the vanities from the other girls. I did my best to try and look older but at the same time not too old because men love the younger look. 

When I walked out G was at my side telling me my schedule for the night. Apparently word travels quickly when there is a new stripper available. G promised that everything would be fine and for a moment I believed him. Relief was brief. Panicked I spin around hoping he didn't see my face but it was too late, Mr. Lee had found me and he grabs my upper arm leading me to the shadowy VIP room he had emerged from. "We need to talk." I shake my head "I don't know you." he sighed "I'm your new guardian." my cheeks flush "You're a stranger! And I'm trying to work." His eyes twitches and he falls backwards into the plush couch. "Then give me what I paid for." My heart quickens, there's no way I'm dancing for him.

G approaches the private room looking at me expectantly and I wanted to cry. Instead I throw on some fake confidence "You want me to dance? I'll dance," I say seducingly. Tears prick my eyes but I don't let them fall. I don't cry. I can't let people see that they got to me. The last time I cried was the mother's funeral. Mr. Lee looks uncomfortable as I start to roll my hips to the music. I run my hands down the front of my bralette, and Mr. Lee looks like he wanted to leave. "You shouldn't be here," he said in a low growl. I toss my hair back and jut my boobs out. A hundred dollars for ten minutes of my time, one down, nine to go. I could do this.

Mr. Lee on the other hand couldn't. One more sway of my hips and his hands clamp down on my hips. "Let me go." instead he hauls me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he starts hauling me out of the building "Do something!" I said making eyes with the bouncer and G, the two coming running towards us. "Neither of you are stopping me, she is a minor who stole her mother's identification!" Mr. Lee said getting both of them to stop and share a look. Angry tears welled in my eyes "If either of you try to take her from me I will have the cops here," Mr. Lee said and the two of them parted like the red sea, allowing Mr. Lee to head to the door. Of course no one was going to help me, no one ever did.

I started wiggling, pounding my fists into his back and kicking my legs, trying to make it difficult for him to carry me. But his grip was as strong as steel, there was no way he was going to let me go. The cool air of the night pebbled my skin, I heard a car door open and I was tossed into the back seat. My hands quickly tried to find the door handle only to find these back doors didn't have any. Mr. Lee got into the passenger seat "Take us to the port," he told the man behind the wheel and the man nodded before putting the car in gear. "What about my things!" I complained and the next thing I knew my backpack was thrown in my lap, along with a sweatshirt. I dug through my bag first making sure that all my cash was still in there and sighed in relief when it was all accounted for. I pulled on the sweatshirt, feeling awfully exposed "So, you resorted to kidnapping me," I said glaring at Mr. Lee through the rearview mirror.

"I'm your guardian now, so I'd hardly call it kidnapping." I sighed falling back into the leather seats "I'm not going to call you dad," I said looking out the window, trying to see if I could tell where we were going "I wouldn't expect you to," he replied with a slight chuckle on his lips "I'm doing this as a favor to your mom," he added. I furrowed my eyebrows, I knew all my mother's boyfriends, none of which generally had money, but this man and his car reeked of money. If my mother could've gotten her claws in him she would've never let go. I doubted this mans story. "A couple months back your mother sent a letter. Well, I suppose it wasn't to me but your father. Unfortunately he died a few months earlier." 

I felt tears well in my eyes. Crying over a person I never knew? Totally weak. I could see in Mr. Lee's eyes that whoever this man was, was someone of importance to him. I fix my cheek against the window and stare out the window, refusing to play along with his little story. "I can give to you once we get back to the house," he said, I watch as we drive past an airport and the next thing I knew we were veering off onto the large runway "What's going on?" I asked finally sitting up. "We got a long ride back, a whole hour," he said getting out of the car. I toss my backpack over my shoulder as he opens the door for me letting me out "You took a plane to go an hour?" I asked in disbelief. "Well it would've taken me six by car, besides it's mine."

His? Like he owned a plane. "You're father and I design airplanes," he said, of course they did. He led me to the side of the plane and we climbed the stairs into the plane. "There's a bedroom in the back, some clothes for you to change into," he said motioning to the back of the private jet. I went back there, slamming the door behind me and changing into a pair of jeans that were clearly boys and a plaid flannel, both of which was better than my stripping outfit which I shoved into my backpack. I stepped out of the room and sat down in the creamy leather seat across from Mr. Lee. "I'll make a deal with you," he said placing a suitcase on the table between us and he opened it to reveal several hundreds of dollars. 

My eyes were as wide as saucers, but I couldn't help it, I never seen so much hundred dollar bills in my whole life. He pushed the suitcase towards me as if to give me a better look at what was in there. I close my gaping mouth and try to look uninterested "I'll hear you out," I said noncommittally. He sighed leaning back in his seat "From what I've gathered you've been stripping to support yourself. I assume you want to get through high school and go to college to do something other than stripping. This money is a good faith gesture," he explained pulling out a stack of bills "This suitcase is filled with ten thousand dollars. I'm willing to give it to you, if you are willing to stay with me. Every month you stay, I'll give you another ten. If you stay with me until you graduate I'll give you another hundred grand. That should pay for college and housing until you graduate from college." 

"What's the catch?" I was itching to shove every last bill into my back pack, find a parachute and jump out the door. I wait to hear what kind of wicked idea he has in his head he has that I have to do to get this money. Debating with myself what my limits are. "The catch is you don't fight. You don't try to run away. You accept me as your guardian. You live in my home. You treat my kids as your family. If you do that you can live the life you want." it all sounded to fairytale to me "What do I have to do for you?" I asked more specifically and his eyes widened, his face hinting green. "I- You are a child in my eyes. I have a wonderful girlfriend who meets my every need." I cringed at his explanation and he laughs in relief "I just want to be here for you like family. You may have lost yours but you aren't alone anymore."

Everything felt like a blur after that. The plane landing, the black SUV that drove us down the highway, the coast to my right. I could feel the ten grand weighing down my backpack. That's all that mattered to me right now. It was hard to fathom that he just outright gave me all that money and he was going to give me that much every month. And so much more when I graduate. I decided to stay until things got weird, and if I ever needed, I already had ten thousand with me to book it. Until then I was going to play along and weasel as much money out of him as I could. That's when I remembered he said something about having kids, I would have to get along with them too.

But how bad could his kids really be? They were probably a bunch of spoiled rich brats, and I've seen a lot worse than that. My mom's gangster boyfriend, who tried to feel me up when I was twelve taught me how to properly form my first for a punch after I hit him and almost broke my hand. Self defense tips helped me with my mother's future boyfriends, who were just as handsy as the last ones. My mom clearly knew how to pick them. But I can't judge her, she did what we needed to do to survive, I know she loved me. 

After what felt like twenty minutes, the driver slows the car in front of a large gate. I hear an electronical beep, and a mechanical whirr and then we are driving through it. Slower this time until the car comes to a stop in front of a huge building. "We're home," Mr. Lee said getting out of the car and I follow behind him and I want to correct him and say this is a castle and not a home, but I keep my mouth shut. There are four other vehicles parked outside a huge garage. "I'll get you one too, but it'll take a few days," he said noticing my eyes looking at the cars, "But for now you'll have to catch a ride with one of the boys," he said before walking up the grand stairs to the huge front door. "You're buying me a car?" I asked following behind him "Given if you have a license that doesn't say you're thirty," he replied and I nodded numbly "My sons aren't quick to warm up to newcomers but you need to get to school so..." he shrugged.

Something felt off as he hesitated to open the front door. Was it with him, or his kids. Either way I felt as though I should've fought harder to get away. My thoughts die in my head as he opens the door, revealing the palace like entryway. It was two stories high, but stretched out as far as I could see and windows were everywhere. "You live here?" I mumbled under my breath looking around, "We live here. You live here now too," he corrected me, placing a hand on my lower back to lead me deeper into the palace. I knew I would never belong here. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was scared my bare feet were going to leave grease marks on the marbled floor. It felt like it was all an illusion. Polished and pretty and shiny, but nothing in my world had ever been shiny.

There was a balcony that overlooked the foyer, with stairs on either side leading down in front of me, a fancy chandelier hanging over my head that must contain a million lights. Everywhere I looked I saw wealth. I was seconds from freaking out. Turning on my heels, running out the fancy door and through the front gates because I do not belong here. "This must be very different from what you're used to," Mr. Lee said, sensing my discomfort "But you'll get used to it. I promise you'll like it here." I shook my head pulling from his hand "Don't make promises to me." I hated those words, the one my mom used when I was little to convince me that the next place would be better than the last. I learned young promises were always meant to be broken and people don't need to make a promise if they already intend to keep them. 

"Where's mom's letter?" I asked looking at him expectantly, trying not to lose control. "It's late and there was a lot of new changes in your life, so why don't you go to bed and I'll give it to you in the morning," he said gently but I shook my head "If I don't see the letter I'm bolting," I answered as confidently as I could. He sighed "I'll show you, your room and then go get it," he offered and I nodded in agreement. We got to the bottom of the stairs and that's when I heard footsteps. "Here they are," he said looking up towards the balcony, I follow his line of sight to see a line of young men. "I asked them to come and meet you but they don't always listen," he explained with a sad sigh. Not a single one of them flickered their gaze towards me, only looking at their father, clearly trying to make a point to ignore me. 

I felt chills go down my spine at their sign of aggression, however, I couldn't let them see how much they shocked me. I was intimidated. They were not what I expected. I thought they would be carbon copies of their father, but each of them looked slightly different from each other. They didn't look like preppy rich kids either, they were ganglike who could snap me like a twig. I felt nervous now as no one spoke for at least a minute. None of them, or Mr. Lee. "Boys," he breaks the silence finally "Meet your guest, the new member of this family." he said placing his hands on my shoulder and pulling me out beside him so I was in the line of sight. Silence. The one in the middle and presumably the oldest smirks, just a tiny tug of the corner of his mouth. Mocking his father as he rested his forearms on the railing saying nothing.

"From right to left. Haechan, Mark, Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo," Mr. Lee said giving me names to faces "At least say hello," Mr. Lee's voice bounces off the walls of the mansion. None of them move, or go to introduce themselves. The younger two on the left look towards the one in the middle as if waiting instruction. That gave me the indication that he was the one to worry about, he was the ringleader of all these boys. He was looking over me and when our gazes lock my heart beats a little faster. Out of fear. I hope. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing under the circumstances. I mean it was no secret that each one of them were gorgeous. the one in the middle made me worry, but  I refused to look away first. 

He narrows his eyes as if daring me to look away first, but I refused. He didn't like that. He turns from the railing and walked off without another word, and each of his brothers following him, their footsteps echoing in the large house. Next to me, Mr. Lee sighed "I'm sorry about them. This is new for all of us," he apologized before leading me back up the stairs. He brings me to a room that's fit for a princess, literally. The bed was lifted and had a large canopy with draping fabric. There were large nightstands on either side. A huge vanity full of make up and hair products. A bathroom, a huge TV and a mini fridge. This room alone was nicer than all the places my mother and I had gone. "I hope it's alright," he said pulling me out of my dazing "It's fine," I mumbled walking over to the bed letting my backpack fall to the floor.

My hands run over the soft comforter and I reach under to feel the silk sheets. I couldn't help but sneak under the covers. I had never felt something so luxurious in my entire life. It smelt like lavender and honey. My body was melting into the bed. Like we were becoming one. But nice things don't always mean nice people. But I couldn't be bothered to keep my eyes open for another second. I didn't realize how drained I was until I finally let myself relax and fall asleep. I wake up the next morning and I looked around the room. Last night's events were not a dream, I'm really here. I fling the covers off my legs and move down next to my backpack opening it to see that there was still ten grand in cash in the bottom.

I shove the bag under the bed, pulling the valence down to hide it. I then got up and walked into the bathroom. It was equally as fancy as the room I had been staying in. A much too large bathtub, a huge sink and mirror, a fancy toilet and a whole walk in shower. I turned the water on, thinking that a shower could do me some good. I wiggle out of the jeans, letting them puddle around my ankles as I got working on the buttons of the flannel. I had got them halfway down when I heard a knock on my door. "Mr. Lee?" I called, ready to tell him that I was going to shower first. "Yuta. I'm coming in," he said and my hands frenzily tried to button my flannel "I'm not ready," I said rushing towards the door, in order to pull it closed if he truly meant his threat "Five seconds," he replied.

I was not ready to face the Young Lee boy, especially with greasy hair and bare face. I reach the door just as he pulls it open, and luckily I had buttoned enough of the buttons, and the flannel fell far past my thighs so nothing was revealed to him. He gives me a onceover rudely, and even though I was covered I felt naked under his gaze. "I want to know what you're planning," he steps foreword causing me to take a step back letting him into my new room. "Ask your father, he threw me over his shoulder and kidnaped me," I replied crossing my arms over my chest. He takes another step towards me but this time I stand my ground. We were almost chest to chest, almost so close I could smell him and only him. 

He's hot. I feel at a loss for words, my throat closing up, and every nerve ending in my body tingling, wondering what it would feel like to have his large hands against them. I cursed my body for defying me, I did not want to be attracted to this jerk. But my mother taught me young that our bodies often want what are brains don't. He's a jerk and he wants nothing to do with you, my brain reminds my heart. But I could feel my nipples stiffening. "And you fought him real hard, didn't you?" he asked pulling me out of my head. I rolled my eyes before heading towards the bathroom once again, and I start slowly undoing the buttons of the flannel. I hear a swift intake of breath from the bedroom doorway. I and smirk. As nonchalantly I pull the flannel down revealing my bare shoulders and I can feel his eyes traveling over the newly exposed skin like he was physically touching me. 

"Whatever game you're playing, you can't win. Not against us all." his voice had deepened and had become rough. Clearly my little show was effecting him. I'm glad I have my back to him so he doesn't see that I'm affected by him too. Just by his voice and gaze. "If you leave now, Nothing bad has to happen. Whatever my dad gave you isn't worth the hell we will put your through," he threatened. I let the flannel leaving me bare and when I look over my shoulder I see he has turned around so his back was towards me now. "I've been put through hell already darling," I taunt pulling the bathroom door shut, "We're all watching you," he shouted before slamming my bedroom door closed. 

I climbed under the hot water, but it felt nothing compared to the burning of my skin. I had to push the thought of him joining me in the shower out of my head. Starting today he was the enemy and I had to be prepared for anything. It felt nice to shower and get all clean, hopefully that would help me feel more at ease here. After wrapping myself in a fluffy towel I walked into the walk-in closet to find several dresses and blouses, khakis and dress pants. Couldn't they afford a pair of jeans? I decided on wearing a light, blue sundress, it didn't feel like anything over the top which helped me feel a bit better. 

I was sitting at the vanity brushing my hair when there was another knock on the door. I expected another one of the boys to burst in here and give me a shake down. "y/n?" I heard Mr. Lee and I sighed in relief, "Come in," I replied looking back at the mirror. "Oh, I'm glad you found something suitable to your tastes," he replied as the door opened "Well there was no jeans," I replied and he chuckled "Well you can always go shopping, just tell them to charge the Lee's, I'll have all shops notified," he said. After an awkward silence he cleared his throat "I thought you might want this," he said handing a piece of folded paper to me. I took it from him quickly "Thank you," I said for the first time appreciating something he's done for me. "Come down the stairs and then under the balcony and it'll lead you to the kitchen for breakfast when you're done," he said before leaving me alone. I didn't even wait for the door to click before unfolding the paper. 

Dear Mr. Lee, I don't know if you will get this letter, or even believe it when you read it, but I'm sending it to your airline number in hopes it will get to you. Anyways, straight to the point, Dane knocked me up in that frenzy we had a month before he was shipped off. By the time I realized I was pregnant, he was long gone. The men at the base weren't interested in my story, I suppose you might not be interested now.

But anyhow, I have cancer. Eating up my lungs. I can feel it spreading like wildfire inside me. My baby is going to be left alone. She's resilient. She's tough. Far tougher than me. I love her and while I'm not scared to die, I dread she is going to be alone.  I know it's not your problem. Your friend's business is his business, but when I tried to get a hold of him I found out he died. I'm sorry to hear about that. But she's the best of him and me. You'll hate yourself if you don't meet her.  Sincerely,  Y/L/N

There was no point in crying. I slap my cheeks to get it together. I shove the letter into my backpack, along with a few other necessities in case I need to run away. I then fix my hair into a high ponytail and slap on some BB cream to cover the redness in my eyes and call it good. I walk out of my room and down the hall to the balcony, taking the stairs two at a time then turning to head towards the kitchen. It was huge. Two stoves, a giant fridge, a marbled Island with a sink and five barstools. I walk over to the fridge and pull it open to see it was stocked full. These kids probably never went hungry a day in their life. I pull out some yogurt, fruit and nuts. I dig through the many cabinets to find a bowl and begin to make myself breakfast. Once I put everything back where I found it I walked into the dining room where everyone else was sitting around a breakfast banquet.

"Oh, I didn't mean you had to make your own food," Mr. Lee said causing my cheeks to flush "It's not that hard," I replied before sitting down in the chair closest to me and nearest the youngest brother. I hardly have the spoon in my mouth before Yuta throws his napkin down and stands up "Who wants a ride?" he questioned before walking off, not even cleaning his place. The two youngest get up and chase after him "Boys," Mr. Lee called but they ignored him "Doyoung you'll take Y/n?" he said to his last son that was still eating. "No can do, I promised to pick someone else up," he said shoving the last of his sausage in his mouth before rushing off in the direction of his brothers. "It's fine, I can catch the bus," I replied eating more of my food and he chuckled "They don't send buses."

I understand what he meant by that by the time we arrived to the high school. It looked like a college campus you would see in a movie. Everyone was dressed in some sort school uniform, myself included I beg him to leave me at the front doors, not wanting to be the girl who's parent walks her to her first class. He was hesitant but allowed me to go only after I promised to call if I needed help. Walking down the long halls I knew I didn't fit in here. I already know this but I was hoping it would be less noticeable. I looked down at the piece of paper the people at the office gave me, telling me which room to go to for my first class. Chemistry. I looked towards one of the classrooms to take a look at the number but it was nowhere near close to where I needed to be. 

"You look lost," a young girl walked over to me, I expected to see malice in her eyes, like all the mean girls in movies, but she didn't have any hostility in them. "I'm new," I point out and she snickers "Clearly," she teased looping her arm through mine and looking at my paper. "Mr. Luges, he's awful," she said before leading me down the halls, "You're living with the Lee's right?" she questioned and I couldn't help but feel as though that was the reason she was talking to me. She lazily pointed out room after room, clearly less interested in showing me the way and more interested in me. "You meet the boys yet?" she asked before even letting me answer her previous question, "yes," I'm stingy with my answers, not knowing her angle. 

"First thing to know about this school is that the Lee boys run it. They make the rules. And they enforce them. They will make your life at school miserable if they want to," she said almost as if she had seen it's wrath. I shrug my shoulders "I don't give a shit about their rules, I'm just here to get an education," I replied and she sighed "Look, people are generally leaving you alone because the Lee's haven't decided if you were friend or foe," she said. I looked around to see people were definitely looking at me and talking but no one besides the girl on my arm were willing to engage me in conversation. It only takes her a moment to realize that I don't give a shit abut their social hierarchy. She smirked "This is your class," she said stopping in front of the right door "I'll be watching." she flicked her hair and walked off. 

I shake her off before walking into the classroom. I go straight to the teacher to introduce myself and he tells me to go sit in the back. I do as told and set my bag down, idly waiting for class to start. Just as the bell rings Doyoung rushes into class and heads straight towards me, but then skirts to a stop in front of me "What are you doing here?" he questioned. "I go to school here now," I said as if it were obvious and that pisses him off "I mean in that seat," he snapped and I couldn't help but smile "The teacher assigned me here, I guess we're partners," I teased as he slides into the seat next to me. "Just... don't talk to me," he grumbles as the teacher calls our attention. He went over the syllabus and in attempt to lighten our mood he allows us to do a quick experiment before the class is over.

Doyoung enjoys telling me what to do, while he just sits back and watches. "Is everyone at this school as insane as you guys?" I asked getting him to smirk "Believe it or not baby sis, there's crazier than the Lee's," he replied. Even though his teasing was sickening, I couldn't help but feel a bit happy that we were able to have a conversation. "I don't know, no one is willing to talk to me until you boys give your royal decree," I said sarcastically and he sighed "Honestly I don't give a shit about you. Dad's probably trying to fill a hole that mom left," he said shrugging his shoulders, I had a million questions to follow up what he said, but I didn't want to push my luck. The brothers talk to each other, and I wasn't ready to face off with Yuta. "As long as you stay out of our way I'm sure school will be fine," he added and as much as I would like to, I have a feeling Mr. Lee is going to continue shoving me down his sons throats. 

School continued uneventful, no one trying to talk to me, which honestly didn't bother me. If school could continue like this for the next two years, I don't think living here would be all that hard. Mr. Lee was busy this week with work things, so the boys and I did our best to stay out of each other's way. I went shopping with Mr. Lee's girlfriend, I begged her to bring me to a thrift store where I was able to find a few pairs of jeans and suitable shirts. Unfortunately, the thrift store was not in the loop with the whole dropping Mr. Lee's name so I had to dig into some of my cash to get the clothes, but it only was 100 dollars. Everything was starting to feel somewhat normal until Mr. Lee got back on Friday and demanded all of us kids have dinner with him. I could feel the boys seething at the fact they had to have dinner with me, but I tried to ignore it, telling Mr. Lee about my first week.

"Why don't we all hang out tonight and play board games?" Mr. Lee offered at the end of dinner and what little restraint the boys had left for their father snapped "We have a party tonight," Yuta said getting up from the table, the other boys nodding in agreement, following the eldests lead. "Alright, take her with you," Mr. Lee said pointing towards me, and I shake my head "No, it's fine," I said trying my hardest to appease the boys. "I'm not bringing her," Yuta said as if it was obvious to everyone that he'd rather be in hell than in a room with me. "Oh, alright, then I guess Y/n and I can have a movie night.... all by ourselves," Mr. Lee said using the fact that the boys hate when I'm alone with him to his advantage. Yuta's teeth grits tightly "Fine." he look towards me "8Pm sharp we leave. And at least try to look decent," he said looking over me in disgust before heading out. 

I roll my eyes, but slowly get up anyways. I bring my plate to the kitchen and place it into the dishwasher. Mr. Lee has informed me of the housekeepers and cooks, but it was outside my nature to have someone doing simple tasks for me. I try to hide my excitement as I climb the stairs and walk down the hall towards me room but once behind the door I smile rushing to my closet to find something appropriate to wear. I didn't know what preppy students of the school would wear to a party so I decided to wear something close to our school uniform. A pinup skit and a white blouse, I even went as far as to put on a headband. It was like Blair Waldorf had spit up on me. I sat down at my vanity and put on enough make up to make it look like school hadn't drained the life out of me. By the time I was done it was almost eight and I rushed down the stairs to meet Yuta. 

He wore nothing but black jeans and a white tee shirt, totally dressed down compared to what I was wearing. "I'll change," I said turning around to head back up the stairs, but his strong hand grabbed my upper arm and stopped me "If you don't get in the car now I'm leaving you behind," he threatened with a smirk. I breath out my nose before ripping my arm out of his grasp "Fine," I replied heading towards the door. His threat wasn't something I was going to take lightly, and even though it embarrassed me how over dressed I was, I couldn't let it show. Despite how nonchalant I am about the people in the school, I really did want to fit in. Because if you fit in then you can fade into the background and all I wanted to do was get through school as easily as possible, but these Lee boys were not going to make it easy for me. 

It was only Yuta and I in the car as the other boys had gone ahead to the party. He doesn't say much, and refuses to turn on the radio leaving us in heavy silence. It isn't until we arrive to a house fit for the royal family does he look my way. "Nice headband, loser," he said with a smirk "Thanks, bought it with your dad's card," I replied with a smug look, wiping his away from his face "Watch it," he nearly growls. "Thanks for the ride," I said before getting out of his car to look at the three story building, I swear seven families could live in one of these houses. I head towards the front door but Yuta grabs my wrist and starts listing off all the things I could and could not do.

"This is Yuna's place. Her parents run hotels. Don't get sloppy drunk. Don't embarrass us. Don't hang around us. Don't use our name to get anything. Act like a whore and we will toss you flat out on your ass. I heard your mom's a prostitute, don't try that shit here, got it?" he demanded and it was all fine until he spoke of my mother "Screw you. She was not a prostitute." I rip my wrist from his grasp staring straight into his eyes, even though mine were foggy. It almost looked as though he had some kind of regret "Unless dancing is your version of having sex and if so your sex life sucks. Do your worst. Anything you do is armature compared to what I've gone through," I snapped before heading straight into the building without looking back. I waltz in like I own the place, even though I was the only one wearing a skirt, and everyone was looking at me. 

I fight the urge to run back out where I came from, but I couldn't let them see that it got to me. So I just smile back at their stares and when their gaze shifts the Yuta behind me, I sneak off into an empty corridor. I decided hiding in the shadows until the Lee's decide we were done here was probably the safest bet for me. I continue to back up until I hear a soft yelp behind me "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there," I said spinning around to face whoever I was running over, only to find it was the girl who first spoke to me at school. "Why are you hiding?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows as to why she would be hiding like me "Running and hiding gives me the chance to live another day. That's my theory," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"These people suck," I complained leaning back against the wall and she laughed "And you only been here a week, I've always been with these kids," she said with a sigh. "I never introduced myself. Lia," she said sticking her hand out, "Y/n," I replied even though I'm pretty sure the whole school knew my name. She doesn't say anything as I shake hands with her. "Do you dance?" she asked and I wondered if she knew of my past or was just trying to be friendly, I chose to believe the latter. "I do," I replied and she took my wrist and dragged me out of our hiding spot and brought me to large stairs dragging me up to the second floor. She then brings me into a room and shuts the rest of the party out "I have Just Dance," she said walking towards the TV to turn on her gaming system. 

"How have the Lee's treated you?" she asked casually, and I shrugged "Fine," I answered sitting down on her bed. I don't know why I felt the need to lie, perhaps I didn't want her to take pity on me. "Really? Those boys haven't been nice to you, or about you," she said turning to me with controllers in her hands. "They'll come around," I echo Mr. Lees words and reach out to take a controller from her. Neither of us say anything more about the topic as she picks the first song for us to dance to. The game was easy if you had any experience in dancing. After a song or two Lia decides we need a handicap and pulls beer from her mini fridge and gives one to me before chugging one herself. The alcohol make her moves worse, but for me it just allows me to let go and flow to the music. 

"Shit you got moves," she said but I could barely hear her over the music that seemed to filled the room. She spilled her drink all over and the two of us burst out laughing. She had a crazy amount of energy but that's what brought me to like her. She wasn't like all these other stuffy, preppy rich kids. She was more like me I think. She'd be a good friend. The song changes and the music pulled me in once again. A slick sultry dance pulled out of me, making my blood pound and my hands to move along my body. My mind couldn't help but think to Yuta's body and his hands against my skin. I hated that the asshole invaded my thoughts, and with this much alcohol I couldn't shut him out. I close my eyes and imagine dancing with him, against him. 

The lights flick on and I stop abruptly. "Where is the guy?" Yuta asked, his eyes scanning the room, "Who?" I asked dumbly. I couldn't help but become instantly angry at him. "The fuckhead you're dancing for," he replied crossing the room to grab my upper arm "I told you not to whore yourself out," he scolded. "No one is here," I whined looking around the empty room, my drunken state being slow to catch up to what he was insinuating. "Really?" he asked as the toilet flushes and the door opens to reveal Lia. He blinks a few times over, as if he was now the one who needed to catch up with the situation. I can't help but smile. "Why didn't you just say you were with Lia," he grumbled releasing my arm "Why do you just jump to conclusions before listening to what I have to say?" I answer his question with one of my own. 

"Oh wait, you've already decided who and what I am, and nothing is going to change your mind," I snapped, but unlike him, he doesn't say anything "Come with me," he asked and I shake my head "After you come in here all huffy?" I shake my head "I don't think so." he sighed "Look, more than just Lia need to see you, that way it gets back to dad and he'll stop trying to force us together," he explained his reasoning. I knew he had a point, but he could at least be nice. Would that kill him? "No." he steps towards me and suddenly all my senses are flooded with him. He's tall and muscular and he even smells attractive. And I blame the alcohol in my system for making me all achy around him. "Let's go party Lia," I said grabbing my new friend's arm and leading her out of the room and down where the music shook the walls. 

Everyone was either drinking or dancing, most doing both. I pull her to the middle of the room with me and made sure Yuta was watching us. He was with Doyoung and they were both warning me when I met their eyes. I rolled my eyes "Introduce me," I told Lia, and she sighed but walked around telling me who people were before having them say hello to them. This seemed to get the Lees off my back. For a while I felt like I was finally fitting in here. "So what's it like sucking an old man for room and board?" a girl asked causing the throat to close. People who seemed friendly two seconds ago were now laughing at me. I then realized no one in this plae was willing to give me a chance. They all decided long before I got here who I was and what I was just like Yuta. 

I felt mortified that tears glazed my eyes, but they would never fall. I wouldn't let them win. Screw them. Screw the Lee's. Screw everyone in this town. I shake off Lia before making my way out the front door. As I walk through the large driveway towards the gate, I'm half tempted to scratch up the nearby cars. I don't care that it's after ten PM and there could be creeps on the road. I squeeze through the gate and start walking along the street. I held back the tears, and used my angry energy for walking. I don't know how far I got, or where I was even going but my feet were sore. A car slows down next to me and I focus on not looking drunk, competent enough that whoever was in the car would just leave me alone.

The window rolls down and I see Yuta behind the wheel "You really are a sex worker aren't you? Not even scared of the streets at night," he tisked, but that was the last straw "I'm not!" A helpless feeling lodges in my throat "Screw you. You don't even know me." I look away from him and keep walking "I know everything I need to know," he replied "You know shit." I bit my lip and focus on breathing so the hot tears don't roll down my cheeks. "Tell me your game then," he said going back to that "My aim is to survive, go to college," I answered truthfully "And take a chunk of Lee money with you?" I stopped walking, my body shaking with emotions. "I'm done fighting with you," I said before squatting down "I can't keep doing it." Not when he continues to flash up in my mind. "Then leave."

"I can't," my voice breaks, because that's the truth of it all, "I need to go to school, I need to get to college, and I can't-" I hated to admit it, especially him. "I can't do it on my own." There was a long silence "So you say," he said but his voice wasn't far away anymore, "What do you want me to say?" I asked looking up at him. "I'm not into your father, I'm not sleeping with him. I'm never going to because that's gross. He's my guardian and I appreciate what he's trying to do for me. But that's it." I could feel the tears on my cheeks. I force myself to stand even though my legs were shaking "I didn't ask for my father to knock my mom up, and I certainly didn't ask for your father to come and kidnap me an bring me into your life."

"So you'd prefer to still be taking your clothes off for money." there was no winning with this guy, I walk passed him, making sure my shoulder hit him hard "Right now. Kinda? At least I somewhat happy." But he grabbed my wrist "Get in the car," he demanded and I tried to rip out of his grip but he refused to let go. "I don't want to go anywhere with you," I said despite the urge to melt into his grip, stupid body. "I know it's not the most respectable job, but I was fifteen trying to pay medical bills for my dying mother. It was survival mode. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me and you haven't even tried, so you don't get to judge how I chose to survive. You can't just keep talking shit about things you have no clue about."

I let my body relax and stopped fighting him, and he noticed this, giving me a little tug. My feet follow him and he gets me into the passenger side of his car. Going as far to buckle me up before climbing into the driver's side. "You're being unfair," I mumbled staring out the window, "Clearly you got issues. I've got them too. And I don't expect us to be friends, but would it kill you to be cordial?" I was met with the hum of the car roaring to life and him shifting it into gear. Neither of us say anything for most of the car ride. "It's okay to miss your mom," I whispered, afraid of how he'd react, but he didn't say anything "I miss my mom too, sometimes so much that it hurts," I admitted looking up at the stars. 

"I miss my mom too."

[yeontantrash]

NCT 127- He catches feelings after an arranged marriage (Mafia)

Taeil

You were talking on the phone with one of your best friends who of course was asking you a million questions about your arranged marriage, but the one she mostly cared about was how your feelings towards each other had developed. "Love is scary... This feeling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground," I replied running my fingers through my hair, "Not if I catch you," his voice caused you to squeal and looked behind you to see he was standing in the doorway. "I've got to go," you mumbled before hanging up your phone before smiling slightly, his hair was a mess and the top button of his dress shirt was undone, he looked like a man who had just come home. You smiled getting up walking over towards him and he happily greeted you by taking you in his arms "You can't catch me if you're falling with me," you replied.

He chuckled "Darling, I started falling long before you did," he said causing you to blush "Remember what I told you the night we got married?" he asked and you nodded your head "You've been mine the moment we've met," you replied. He nodded his head "I promised to be yours the second I married you but I didn't expect to fall for you quite as hard as I did," he admits causing your cheeks to flush. "My love for you formed gradually. Your personalitly, your voice, your hair, your eyes, your humor, the way you looked away and smiled, gradually it all became clear to me that you were exactly what I was looking for," he said not one second removing his gaze from you.

"It was probably over our honeymoon I fell in love with you," he explained, and him even mentioning that time brought back so many happy memories. "And usually when I stay at hotels, I go down to the bar to have a few drinks. But there you were, curled up beside me fast asleep and I thought to myself, what if something had happened to you while I was gone? So, instead I got under the covers and suddenly you rolled over in your sleep and wrapped yourself around me and my heart did a thing. Naturally I tired to push you off but you just clung onto me and in that moment I realized; I had this beautiful girl right beside me and I literally did nothing to deserve her, yet here she is clinging onto me like I'm the only other person on earth." he brushed his hands over your lower back "I don't know if anything feels better than that."

He smiled so sweetly for someone who's so adept at killing, bringing his hand to stroke a lock of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. "So, if you're scared, it's okay, it's a big feeling to have," he said in understanding "But, Just know that this guy, me, is already so in love with you that you have nothing to be worried about," he promised. You couldn't help but smile before leaning up on your toes before pressing your lips to his for a brief moment. You no longer had any doubts about the man before you, as scary as love was, Taeil made you feel safe with your heart. "I'm falling in love with you too."

Johnny

Since the night at the club your and Johnny's relationship had turned from a fake one to a more physical one. It was technically a step forwards but at the same time it felt like a step back because even though he claimed you as his, you had yet to claim his as yours. Even though he wore the ring, it didn't stop your flirty husband from fraternizing with the pretty women. Every night he did come home to you, but you have no idea who he was going out with during the day. Both of you were coming down from our highs, chests heaving as you laid side by side under the covers. "You're... amazing.. always," he said cutting the silence his hand running up and down your arm before gently pulling you towards his chest.

It was silent for a moment before you leaned into his chest, "I'm always going to love you more, aren't I?" you ran my hand over his chest. He was quiet for a moment then whispered "Maybe, but is that a bad thing?" he questioned running his hand over your back, and you pulled away from him sitting up "Well, kind of." You tucked hair behind my ears looking towards the door "It's like... you're a kid in a candy store. You love the taste of me, the high I make you feel, but eventually the high goes away." You pulled the sheets around your body slowly getting up from the bed. "I love you the way poets talk about love," you admit before turning around to look at him, he was naked lying on the bed, his eyes wide "Like you're the last tank of oxygen on earth and I can't breathe. I don't mean to sound selfish but-" you look away from him with a blush "But I always want you to myself. You're everything I need, but that's not what I am to you," you added.

And finally a single tear rolled down your cheek as your mind got lost in thought of how you ruined the small thing you had going here by having stupid feelings. You heard the ruffling from behind yourself and you waited for his hands to push you out of room and his life. His hands met your hips and you flinched ready for him to gently guide you back to your room and tell you to sleep off the wine. Instead his hands slide across your stomach before locking you into a back hug, his lips brushing against your shoulders until his lips met your neck giving it a soft kiss. "You are in love with me, Y/n?" he whispered against your skin and you nodded your head unable to find the words to tell him just how much he had come to mean to you. "And where does your pretty little mind think I'm going during the day?" he asked and you could hear a teasing tone behind his voice "I-I'm not sure," you answer him honestly.

He spins you around to face him, one of his large hands cupping your cheek "Do you think I'm off seeing dozens of beautiful women?" he asked getting you to look away "Maybe," I whispered softly before looking back in his eyes begging him to tell you, you were wrong. He lets out a hardy chuckle brushing his thumb across your cheek "Why on earth would I do that when I have the most gorgeous woman waiting in my bed for me?" he questioned. He pulled you back towards the bed, sitting down puling you down to sit on his lap, "If your questioning my faithfulness, I've been yours ever since the night at the bar. I only go to work during the day with mostly men. I don't even think about anyone other than you. I promise," he said and you believed as much was true "I love you," he added just for good measure causing you to smile, "I love you too."

Taeyong

Even though Taeyong said he was going to try to show you more that he does view you as his wife, it was very, very slow. He would talk to you more than he used to but other than that it was pretty much the same as before. You only ever really got words of affirmation from him, nothing more than that. He was still cold and distant when it came to any kind of physical contact, you0 weren't even sure if he knew how to hug someone. But just when you get annoyed with him not being as physically affectionate as you would like he comes out and tells you he loves you and everything just fades away, until he brings in the word but.

"I love you but-" You cut him off. He never said that without a but, you rolled your eyes "But we're too young, but you're too broke, but we don't spend enough time with me- I get it. There's always going to be a but," you said getting up from the table heading towards the front door, which caused him to get up quickly and chase after you grabbing your wrist to stop you from storming off. "That's not what I was going to say," he said and when you looked at him he appeared to be somewhat flustered, as if he didn't even know what he was feeling or thinking. "I was going to say I love you, but I think ten years down the line when I wake up with you next to me and the sunlight streaming down your face, I might love you even more," he admits, his cheeks bright red.

He had a way with words. "I get that- I'm difficult and you deserve someone who isn't so closed off.... I know how to torture people, kill them even, not love, so I'm just afraid I'll be bad at it," he explained himself, "Show me how you love me," you told him and he looked at you with wide eyes "Don't hold yourself back anymore," you added. The next thing you knew his lips were crashing onto yours, his hands exploring the expanse of your body. His calloused hands were gentle against your skin, but firm enough to let you know he was there. He massaged your lips with his own, his body squishing you between his body and the wall. His hands travel under your shirt, brushing his fingertips over your burning skin. Your hands got lost in his hair as you tried to pull him closer, your touch starved self wanting everything he was willing to give to you.

His hands travel behind your thighs as he lifts you up so your legs wrap around his waist, he carries you through the house into his bedroom dropping you on the bed. He climbed over you, slotting himself between your thighs before finally breaking the kiss to look you in the eyes "Let me know if I'm being too rough," he whispered delicately running his fingers over your thighs. "Don't make me ruin you," you threatened him and he chuckled darkly "Don't you think you already have, princess?" he replied before bringing his lips back to yours.

Yuta

He meant it when he said he wanted to fall in love with you. He made sure to be home every night so the two of you could have dinner together, whether it be at home with take out or to a fancy restaurant where you would get all dressed up for him. He also decided the two of you would share a bed every night, soft touches and quiet whispers shared between the sheets. All his attempts to get himself to fall in love with you was what was causing you to fall in love with him. He was so sweet and he cared more about you than he did anything else in this world and with every touch you could feel just how precious he found you.

You had just found out that your family had been attacked by a local rival gang and you had called Yuta hysterical. With soothing words and promises of coming home as soon as possible he managed to calm you down. However, his definition of as soon as possible was a lot different than yours, it was around six pm when you finally got a call from your mother. Once she assured you that everyone was fine and in a safe place she finally got to tell you "Yuta actually showed up amongst the madness with some of his friends and they got us all out of here and even put us up near his base," she explained causing your heart to swoon and a smile on your face to appear, you were quite annoyed he wasn't home by now but your mother washed that away with only a few sentences. "He really adores you dear," she said and being your mother she sensed your confusion "He wasn't coming out here for us honey, he obviously was doing this for you," she explained.

"I'm in love with him," you admit quietly to her, "But I can't bring myself to tell him," you added before sitting on the couch "The thing is, I'm not sure he feels the same way. I know he said he wanted to fall in love with me, but is he? I just can't tell where I stand with him. Sometimes he acts like we're close friends other times it seems like he wants to be more." I bit my lower lip thinking about how messy my feelings had become. "So, do I tell him? I'm terrified. But I think that if  I don't, that, that what if feeling would stay with me forever," I told her. She chuckled "If you love someone, you should tell them honey, there's nothing wrong with that," she said before the two of you bid each other farewell. "Good, you heard from your parents," Yuta said now standing in your doorway, you quickly got up and ran over to him wrapping your arms around his neck "Thank you," you mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's nothing," he replied wrapping his arms around your body as you pulled your head back to look up at him "It's not nothing, you took a lot of risks to make sure my family was okay and I could never thank you for that," you said with watery eyes. "They are my family too now, and you should've realized by now there isn't a single thing I wouldn't do for you," he said honestly, and you couldn't stop the words from leaving your lips "Why?" you asked and he broke out into his classic healing smile "I thought it was obvious Y/n," he fake whined at you squeezing you a little bit. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear "I'm totally in love with you," he whispered causing you to smile before nuzzling into him "I love you too Yuta," you replied getting him to hold you a little bit tighter.

Doyoung

Once Doyoung showed you how to fall in love with him, it wasn't hard at all. Turns out he wasn't this stone cold, stuck up, arrogant man, in fact he was actually quite warm and open if you make him feel safe enough. Of course, he would never admit to anyone that he was satisfied with his arranged marriage, no matter how happy the two of you seemed together he always made sure people knew that what was going on between you two was strictly because you were forced to be married to each other. You were getting tired of him always trying so hard to deny your developing feelings for each other.

You spent your days slowly getting him to open up to you, which was easier said than done. He was quite the busy man after all, however, he hardly let you out of his sight, ever since the incident when you almost got stabbed he made sure to keep a close eye on you. You followed him around to all the things he did just so he never had to worry about you. Yet, you didn't make his job any easier as you always tried to talk to him or get him to take you to cute little cafe's that you pass by when you are on business meetings with him. In fact your whining every day is how you ended up eating one of your favorite desserts with Doyoung sitting across from you impatiently tapping his foot. "You should really try this," you said offering him a bite but he just looked at you un amused "It's good," you added shoving it in your mouth. You were getting tired of his hot and cold attitude and hoped to do something that made him fall in love with you once and for all.

Once you finished you noticed some suspicious looking man approaching the two of you and the next thing you know he slipped a gun out of his jacket. You abruptly stood from your chair and tried to disarm him the way Doyoung had taught you, but he was much stronger than you. However, you managed to knock the gun from his hands, but he also tossed you to the ground in the process getting you to hit your head. The man went running off but Doyoung was quick to conceal the gun in his jacket before kneeling down next to you "Are you crazy or something?" he scolded you helping you to sit up "He was going to attack you," you replied simply. "I protect you not the other way around," he said but you shook your head "I'm your wife, I should protect you too," you replied causing him to blush a bit "Only legally.... Seriously what were you trying to do?" he asked helping you to your feet and that's when you sighed in defeat.

"I don't know... I thought maybe you'd... fall in love with me," you admit looking down at your feet embarrassed he had called you out so blatantly. "Hell," he chuckled getting you to look up at him, he was smirking his fingers running through his hair "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" he asked causing the corners of your lips to lift. "Yes," You replied walking towards him "I want to ruin you," you added looking up at him. He sighed looking down at you with something you could almost call adoration "Good," he said placing his hand on your head before gently stroking it "That's what I want too," he replied honestly his cheeks dusted a slight pink.

Jaehyun

It was no secret you cared deeply for Jaehyun, the fact that you can't even sleep without knowing he got home safe was proof enough. However, it became clear to almost everyone around that Jaehyun had become quite fond of you. Usually after a super successful mission the boys all liked to go out together to celebrate, but recently Jaehyun had been skipping out on the partying to go home to you just so you could get a good night of sleep without worry. It wasn't until one of the younger one's asked him why he didn't just call you to let you know that he was safe after a mission did he really get exposed. "I just like going home to her afterwards," he admitted to his members with his ear bright red, he ignored their teasing getting into his car to head to the house where he knew you would be waiting for him.

Once inside he found you sleeping in a sitting position on the couch with all the lights on, and he would be lying if he said his heart didn't do a little flip. He always told you that if you're tired you should at least wait for him in bed, but you usually are always waiting on the couch for him. He quietly took off his shoes and hung up his keys next to yours before walking over towards the couch. He took the spot next to you and gently ran over the expanse of your back gently waking you from your slumber, "Jaehyun?" you questioned lifting your head without even opening your eyes. "Hi baby," he said brushing all the little hairs out of your face, "I told you to go to bed," he teased as you moved towards him resting your head on his shoulder, your legs finding their place over his thighs as you snuggled into him.

He wrapped his arm around your back, the other gently set on your thigh, he always found you most adorable like this, half away and clingy. "Should we get to bed?" he asked running his hand over your skin, you didn't answer so he started to move but you whined wrapping your arms around his neck. "Baby, I'm coming to bed too," he teased wrapping his arm under your legs easily lifting you up as he stood up, and carried you into your room gently tucking you under the covers and you were basically out, but that didn't stop you from reaching out for him. "Gosh, you're so fucking cute," he mumbled to himself before pressing a kiss to your forehead "I love you," he whispered before going into the bathroom to change out of his clothes and brush his teeth. However, he wasn't expecting you to be sitting up eyes wide open when he came back "What is it?" he asked concerned sitting on the bed next to you.

"Did you mean it?" you asked looking so cutely at him his heart just couldn't take it, "I do," he said as the tips of his ears burn. You smiled brightly at him before wrapping your arms around him, throwing yourself at him, basically attacking him in a hug. "I'm in love with you too," you mumbled into his shoulder and it wasn't long before you were falling fast asleep in his arms, "Such a baby," he tisked with a bright smile on his lips. He got the two of you back into bed, holding you close to his chest as you slept peacefully next to him. Yeah... this was way better than going to some bar with the rest of his members.

Jungwoo

Your cheek was burning and your eyes brimming with tears as you quickly left the meeting room. You placed your hand to your stinging cheek in attempts to cool it down a bit and that's when you ran into him, your ever so doting husband. "Baby what are you- What happened?" his eyes turned dark as he walked over to you removing your hand from your cheek to reveal the bruising skin. "I'm supposed to be leader of a unit someday," he said sounding eerily calm "I'm supposed to do that, yet I can't even protect you," he said as you looked down to the ground ashamed he had even seen you like this. He raised a hand to your trembling face, ghosting over the bruise "What happened?" He asked softly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him "It doesn't matter" you whispered and that snapped something in him. Pushing him from you loving Jungwoo to what you like to call the angry Zeus.

"Don't tell me it doesn't matter! Tell me what happened. That's an order," he barked causing you to glare at him "Oh so you're throwing orders now?" you asked pulling away from his touch. "I didn't mean-" he calmed down slightly, although you could see he wanted to roar with frustration, instead he wrapped you up in his arms, burying his face in the top of your head. There was a million thoughts running through his head like- Had this happened before? God, surely it hasn't happened before? He would've noticed right? "Please, tell me. As your husband," he asked quietly pulling back just enough to look down at you. "I was... just asking if you could get time off because we've never gone on a honey moon yet," you explained wrapping your arms around his torso "I wanted to get them to give you time off.... I should've known my place," you answered before hiding your face in his chest.

"Know your place?" he asked as if those words were the most disgusting ones that had ever left his mouth, but he forced himself to stay calm for you. "What do you mean know your place?" he asked and you shrugged your shoulders "I'm your wife, a pon in an alliance, I have no reason to be showing up here demanding time off for you," you explained softly. A sudden need to hold you closer he pulled you even closer to his body so tight it almost hurt, "How much time?" he asked causing you to furrow your eyebrows "What?" you asked and he chuckled darkly "How much time did you want me to take off?" he asked. "Oh, uh I was thinking like a week and a half," you explained pulling away from him, "Alright I'll see what I can do," he said before going into the meeting room you had just walked out of seconds ago.

Anxiously you waited outside the room, and within the next few minutes Jungwoo walked out with a busted lip and bruised knuckles. "What happened?" you asked worried taking his hand inspecting his injuries, "I got a week off, is that okay?" he asked breathing heavily. You nodded your head numbly "You didn't have to do that for me," you whispered feeling bad that he injured himself in that way. He let out a fake laugh "He touched my baby, he got what he had coming to him," he said before taking your hand and pulling you towards the exit. "Why?" you questioned softly, "Because I love you more than anything in this life, that'd I put your happiness over mine every time," he replied as if it were nothing but you couldn't help but smile.

Mark

It was obvious that Mark cared deeply for you, with every word and action. However, you were always on the fence about whether it was like a friend kind of love or a romantic one. He never made any moves on you, the only thing that ever came close was when he would cuddle you and that is only when he's super tired or if you literally beg him to do so. Other than that, there's no hand holding, no kissing, no nothing, he really just treated you like one of the boys. It was draining. SO draining for you when you had to hide your feelings for him. You couldn't help but fall for him a little bit, especially when he was so, so him. You walked into his room in only a towel and he blushed quickly turning around "Uh-Y/n-um-" he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Mark, don't be so shy we are married," you said letting the towel fall onto the floor and as soon as he turned around he took a faltered step back, but his eyes not once removing them from you.

His heart was pounding furiously in his chest, his cheeks a bright red. He could hardly function, he couldn't even remember who he was, that he was Mark Lee who knew nothing about girls and really should be looking away. You smirked stepping towards him and when he made no motion to move away you took another brave step and then a few more until you were standing right in front of him and he had no choice but to look you in the eyes. You stood on your tip toes and reel him in by wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth of your body and the sweetness of your curves all too much for him to bare. His hands meet your bare skin pulling you against him, something you would never expect from shy Mark Lee, but you were happy nonetheless.

It was almost as if he was drugged by the feel of you under his palms, lost in the smooth expanse of your bare skin. You could tell by his face he almost couldn't believe that this was real. So you take initiative and stand up on your toes pressing your lips to his. He greedily kisses you back, his hands gripping whatever happens to fall beneath his palms. You then push him back gently, all while never breaking the kiss, your hands tracing over his body through the fabric of his shirt. He falls back onto the bed gasping and you climbed on top of him."I must have really lost my goddamn mind," he whispered, looking up at you "Why is that?" you asked tilting your head and he blushed removing his hands from your thighs "I just... I've thought of having you... like this and.... God it feels like I'm dreaming," he explained. You smirked taking his hands and bringing them back to your body "I'm real Mark and I'm here... And you can have me... If you want me," you replied, but his touch still felt hesitant and you deflated because perhaps Mark was just excited because there was a naked girl in front of him.

"I understand," you whispered climbing off his lap "W-wait where are you going?" he asked sitting up as you went to your towel "We're friends... Nothing more," you said quietly. "What do you mean-" "HOW MORE OBVIOUS DO I HAVE TO BE MARK!" you snapped on accident but your feelings were out of whack at this point "I'm in love with you and I was trying to see if maybe you were even the least bit attracted to me-" he cut you off by placing his lips on yours. Your hands meet his chest and his travel to his waist pulling you back against his body. You broke your lips from his confused "If I'd know my wife was so into me maybe I would've made more moves," he said cheesily causing you to blush, "In other words, I love you too."

Haechan

Despite Haechan admitting his true feelings for you, you were still kind of upset with him for being such a rotten husband all this time. So, you pretended like nothing had ever changed, rolling your eyes any time he made a joke, trying to keep your distance from him during the day, all the things you had done before. However, Haechan was not a fan of this arrangement. He was doing everything within his power to make it up to you, from being sweet, saying kind things to you, and getting you food and doing things without having to be told, but even then you acted as if you still hated his guts. The boy was at a loss. He thought after his true feelings were revealed the two of you could move forward into a more loving relationship, yet here you were still stuck at square one and you were not making it easy for him.

He had said something funny and condescending to one of his teammates, most people laughing along with him, but you rolled your eyes before leaving the room heading down the hall. "Baby," Haechan called rushing after you but you just kept walking, eventually he caught up with you and grabbed your elbow stopping you from walking off. You turned to look at him waiting for whatever it is he had to say to you "What's... what's this between us?" he asked looking almost like a kicked puppy, you couldn't help but smile "Nothing," you answered grabbing him by the back of his neck and kissing him hard. You were right. There was nothing between the two of you. Nothing between your lips. Not even air.

His hands quickly found any part of you it could grab onto and pulled you until there was nothing separating even your bodies. It was hard to tell where one of you started and the other one ended. Eventually the need for air became too overwhelming and you pulled your lips from his, which followed after you wanting more love and affection. You giggled at him as his lips met your cheek "Does this mean your not mad at me anymore?" he asked mumbled against your skin. You giggled giving him a quick squeeze before grabbing his hand and leading him to the vans filled with the rest of the members who all had knowing smirks on their lips. The two of you sat in the back and you sighed resting your head on his chest. Haechan was more than happy to have you this close to him, a smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers through your hair in attempts to calm you down.

It was easy to find comfort in his finger motions, especially when he started humming softly. The therapeutic sound of his voice and the vibrations through his chest caused was enough to lull you to sleep. He kissed your eyelids "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispered into your ear getting you to giggle, he was really just a puppy wearing a big bad wolf disguise. You smiled softly as you fell asleep in your husbands arms and even though the boys finally got to tease him relentlessly he made no movement to push you off of him, especially after going months without getting any attention from you. It was safe to say the rest of the boys knew he was smitten.

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[4:18PM] You had given boyfriend!Jaehyun a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies. What you were not expecting was to come home from class one day to see him decorating your bedroom with cute photos of you two.

“Damn, you’re not meant to be home this early”, he pouts upon seeing you at your bedroom door.

“What were you doing?”, you look around at all the photos and take a trip down memory lane.

“Well our anniversary is coming up and the both of us have an exam on that day so I thought that I would surprise you... so happy early anniversary, baby”, Jaehyun says somewhat flustered.