Ride or Die - Mafia! Nakamoto Yuta x Gang! Fem Reader
A/N: yes, I know Shotaro and Shohei is not part of NCT anymore (irl) but I can’t help but not put them in the story that is going to be mainly based in Japan with Yuta :’)
Also there will be parts taken from the High and Low series so if you’ve not watched it, I highly recommend watching it!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the NCT members personally nor do I own you (y/n). (H/C) is hair colour and (S/C) is skin colour. I also do not own any of the images used in this story. All rights go to their respective owners.
Warnings: mentions of drugs, drug usage, gang, mafia, beating up, blood
Tag: @mymoodwriting
“You wanted to see me, Taeyong?” Yuta asked, walking into Taeyong’s office and noticing that Shotaro and Shohei were in Taeyong’s office, sitting across from him
“Oh? Yuta-san” Shotaro mentioned, was about to stand and let the older Japanese member sit but Yuta signalled him to sit back down. “I’m alright, Shotaro. What is it Taeyong?” Yuta asked
Taeyong then pushed a tablet across the table and clicked a button which showed a holographic screen with multiple information and maps. “There has been news about a small Japanese gang helping out with getting drug deals and selling them to the gang in Korea. You know, the one that has been drugging young girls and trying to sell them off?”
Yuta nodded in understanding, he scrolled through the holographic screen to look at all the information Taeyong was telling him. “So you need us to go check it out and take care of them?”
Taeyong nodded. “While we might’ve managed to detain the gang that was selling actual human beings, the gang who sold drugs also played a role in this; even if it was minor. Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Jungwoo managed to get the gang to talk and locate their drug dealers somewhere in Osaka. Do you need some more backups?”
Yuta thought about it for a moment before replying. “Aside from Shotaro and Shohei, I’ll ask Ten, Xiaojun, and perhaps Johnny and Jaehyun”
“Alright. I’ll give them all a heads-up. I’ve also prepared the jet and everything you’ll need when you land” Taeyong mentioned as Yuta thanked him. “I promise I’ll find the gang and bring them down”
“I know you will, Yuta. Just make sure you don’t kill them. Bring them all back. No matter what happens or who you face, don’t let your emotions get the best of you” Taeyong reminded which confused Yuta for a moment but he brushed it off thinking that it’s probably been a while since he went back to Japan for a mission
Japan - 10:25 pm
“Yuta-san? We’ve arrived in Japan” Shohei mentioned as Yuta was looking through all the files that Jungwoo sent him regarding the drug dealers
Yuta looked up from his tab and looked outside to see that they were indeed landing in Tokyo, Japan. “Has our car arrived?”
Shohei nodded as Shotaro replied. “Yup, Ten, Xiaojun, and Jaehyun-hyung will be joining us tomorrow. Johnny-hyung can’t make it because…”
“I know, he got a getaway plan with his girl. I’m not surprised. He’s been planning for almost a month ever since the incident. He deserves a break” Yuta sighed as he got up with both Shohei and Shotaro following behind him as they made their way to the arranged car
In the car, Yuta continued to look through the files along with Shotaro and Shohei, narrowing down some of the possible locations where this gang were setting up their hideout and doing their deals.
“They most probably have their hideout elsewhere from where they do all the drug selling” Shohei mentioned, as Yuta ushered him to continue. “Our recruits in Japan found out that the true drug dealers don’t show their faces. They just sell them to some college and high school students and then recruit them to sell them to others. So the actual mastermind behind these drug dealings are hidden elsewhere”
“Have our recruits captured any of those kids who were selling the drugs?” Yuta asked and Shohei nodded. “Yeah, there are some. The younger recruits have them in our Japan hideout”
Yuta nodded as the car ride continued to the NCT’s mansion in Japan. Unlike Korea, NCT has its own house in Japan, which is built in the secluded and most private parts of Tokyo. The ride was quiet as Yuta noticed how both Shohei and Shotaro, his two kohais (juniors) were knocked out on the plush seat of the car.
It was during the quiet car ride that for once Yuta’s mind was elsewhere. The oldest and first Japanese member of the group used to not live a privileged life like some of the other members. He used to have to work since he was a teenager just to help his mother out for him and his sisters. He would do anything to help his mother and sisters, to give them a better life. So much that Yuta fell into the darker side of the world.
Backstory
Unlike most teenagers, Yuta’s family didn’t grow up in a good living area. They weren’t necessarily poor but they were still not well off enough to be able to afford a house unlike now where Yuta would always provide for his mom and sisters. His father left when his younger sister was just starting out of primary school and somehow never came back. Yuta being the only man left in the family started to find ways to make additional money for this family.
It started out easy by giving a bit of tutoring to younger classmates. By the age of 15, Yuta started to work part-time at the supermarket and convenience store. But when Yuta saw his mom getting hurt by some men because she asked for a loan, Yuta made it his goal to do whatever he can to earn money and that was when he went down the dark path.
By high school, Yuta saw some of his seniors selling off some kind of “medicine” until he realised it wasn’t actually “medicine”. However, when one of his seniors mentioned the hefty money they got just by selling this, Yuta didn’t think twice.
All he thought was getting the money for his family and as long as he’s not using these medicines himself then all should be well, right? Long story short, Yuta met a girl who wanted one of the pills he was selling. At first, he didn’t even know that it was a girl who wanted it until the day he met her.
In the beginning, Yuta was more so furious that the girl wanted the pill because his entire family was women and he would never want any girl or woman to take these kinds of pills. Yuta would much rather get in trouble rather than hurt any girl. Instead, the girl reasoned with him that she wanted the pills to stop her own father for hurting her or her younger brother.
Since then, Yuta got to know the girl who became his first and only crush. He didn’t give the pills to the girl but he did help her in reporting her dad’s aggressive behaviour and just when he thought that the problem was solved, the girl decided to join Yuta in selling the pills to earn money for herself.
Though Yuta refused the girl’s offer, he soon found out that she had already joined the gang to sell the pills. The two were then named Osaka’s Bonnie and Clyde as the two kept on this act of theirs until right when Yuta was just about to go into college, the government security found out about the drug-selling gang, mainly those who did direct transactions with the consumers.
It was the day that Yuta could hardly forget. The two of them were just getting back home from a walk. They weren’t even selling the pills that night, but the government security found them and were about to arrest both of them. Yuta, wanting her to have a clean background for a better future took all the blame. All the pills they both sold, every single person who took the pill, whoever ended up in rehab, Yuta took all the blame so she could go and live freely.
Since then, Yuta has yet to see her again. Not long after Yuta was captured, Taeyong came into his cell one night and offered him a way to redeem himself; to be part of NCT. Ever since that night, Yuta changed. He worked for Taeyong and NCT. He was there when the small NCT group was formed until today where they had many members of NCT and units along with training a group of recruits.
However, throughout his time in NCT, Yuta kept on trying to find her; even going as far as to search around Osaka whenever he was in Japan for NCT business. But no luck. Yet Yuta always wondered if she was doing alright. If she finally went to university. If she was able to do the things she couldn’t do.
End of backstory
Yuta wandered on until the driver announced that they’d arrived at NCT’s Japan mansion. It wasn’t as massive as the one in Korea but more than enough to house the NCT members. Yuta woke up his two kohais as the three of them got out of the car and into the mansion where some of the staff greeted the three of them.
“You two get some rest. We’ll go over what we need to do tomorrow morning. I’ll update Taeyong that we’ve arrived and if there are any other updates from him” Yuta instructed the younger members who seemed worried for his well-being
“I’m okay. I’ll rest up soon. I promise” Yuta mentioned, reassuring his younger members who nodded and went to their own respective rooms while Yuta went to his own room
Yuta then took off his coat while updating Taeyong and scrolling through the additional information that was sent to him throughout his flight.
“You should check Oya High. There had been recent reports that some of the students managed to get ahold of the pills” Taeyong mentioned
“Oya High you said?” Yuta reconfirmed with Taeyong. “Yes, Oya High. Is it too much for you?”
Gripping the phone tightly, Yuta took a deep breath before replying to Taeyong again. “No. No, it’s not a problem at all. I’ll handle it”
“Remember not to kill any of them. They might all be legal now but they’ve been doing this since they were underage” Taeyong explained and Yuta just let out a sigh
“Noted. I’ll ensure those that we found will be captured and alive when we bring them back” Yuta replied
“Get some sleep Yuta. You’re going to need it. I trust you’ll get the job done without letting your feelings get the best of you. Good night” Taeyong ended the call, leaving Yuta alone once again with his thoughts
Yuta tried to get some sleep but just like all the times whenever he was in Japan, Yuta’s mind spiralled out of control. Always wonder about her. Where she was right now. How has she been? Whether or not she is still alive. If she is, is she still in Japan? What does she look like now?
All these questions were racing across Yuta’s mind one after the other. Yuta barely got any sleep throughout the night and in the early break of dawn, he decided he would get up and have an early morning all to himself before his other members from Korea came back to help him.
In the early morning, Yuta changed into his sportswear, put on a windproof jacket and put on headphones while he went out he saw a mysterious hooded person, who approached some high school students in an alleyway. Yuta took a quiet step closer and saw that the mysterious hooded person handed a plastic bag that seemed to be filled with the very pills that NCT were looking into.
Immediately, Yuta tried to discreetly come closer to the scene, wanting to see for himself the transaction that was being made. But when he came closer, the hooded figure took the money and instantly left which made Yuta even more curious.
Yuta walked to the high school kids and took the pills in the bag while kicking the high school kids that they fell, glaring at them so they wouldn’t follow him. “You idiots should study more instead of taking these kinds of pills. Not everyone can get lucky and get out of trouble once they’ve dived into this mess. So get out of it while you still can before it really ruins your life”
Yuta didn’t even look back at the high schoolers and rushed to follow the hooded figure. He kept a decent distance to watch over their every move while still making sure that he wasn’t noticed. But when he saw the hooded figure going to a specific spot where he used to meetup with her, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
When Yuta got closer, he saw the hooded figure take off their hood and it revealed a girl with a blunt bob (H/C), with (S/C). Yuta took a closer look and noticed the girl wearing the exact same pendant that he once gifted her…
“It can’t be…can it…” Yuta stepped closer but the girl noticed him and made a run for it
Yuta didn’t waste any time and rushed to follow the hooded girl. Many questions were running through his mind. Was it really her? Why was she still part of this world? Had he not done enough to keep her away from this? Did someone blackmail her?
With Yuta’s speed, he managed to go around the block and cornered the hooded girl. But what he didn’t expect was the hooded girl charging towards him, catching him off guard and managing to sweep him off his feet.
Yuta on the other hand, despite being caught off guard, he quickly regained composure and managed to upperhand the hooded girl. “Stop moving, you’ll only make this more difficult for yourself. I know what drugs you were selling. But that’s not what I’m going to question you about. Why do you have that necklace?”
When the hooded figure didn’t respond, Yuta turned them around and was shocked to see that it was the same girl who he met years ago. The one who joined him to sell those medicines and the one who he had tried to protect by turning himself in, letting him take all the blame and fall.
“(y/n)…is that…what are you…” Yuta tried to asked you further on what were you doing still selling those medicines but you cut him off, pulling your hand back from him about to make a run for it before Yuta quickly composed himself and held you back, this time with a bit more strength
“Tell me. Why on earth would you still do all this stuff? You were free. You could’ve done anything else but why…why would you…” Yuta was in disbelief. After everything he did to ensure you had no criminal record
“Why? You have the audacity to ask me why when I should be the one asking you that? Why the hell did you leave me alone? We were supposed to be a team! If you go then I should’ve gone with you. Yet you left me like I’m some kind of dirt. I had to take care of my brother alone. And you really think I want to keep doing this?” you look back at Yuta with cold yet sad eyes
Yuta felt hurt hearing you talk back at him like this but he also couldn’t help but feel guilty. You were right. He left you alone without teaching you many other things about how to survive.
“H-hows your brother?” Yuta tried to ask, but you weren’t ready to reply to him. Not after the amount of hardships you had to go through on your own.
You tried to pull your arm back. “I have no obligation to answer to you”
Despite your comment, Yuta knows that if he doesn’t bring you back and explain it to his members, you could be in bigger trouble. So right when you were about to leave, not expecting Yuta to follow you, he would hit your neck just enough to make you pass out.
“I’m sorry” Yuta uttered as he lifted your unconscious body
NCT Japan HQ - 2:17 pm
Though Yuta got confused eyes lingering on his figure while carrying your body, they knew better than to question him.
Yuta went to one of the guest rooms and laid you down on the bed as Shotaro came into the room.
“Senpai, the other hyungs have arrived”
Yuta didn’t reply and simply waved at Shotaro, telling him he got the message and to have Shotaro tell the others to wait for him.
Bowing at Yuta’s response, Shotaro took his leave. “We’ll be waiting for you downstairs, senpai”
As Shotaro left, Yuta turned to see you, still asleep. Gently, Yuta brought his hand to your face, brushing your hair away from your face. “Had I known what would happen now back then, I would’ve put more effort in not letting you come with me”
Yuta softly took your hand and kissed the knuckles. “I promise I’ll make it up to you for the time we spent apart”
After placing your hand back down, Yuta got up and went out of the room. Walking downstairs, he saw his members all sitting in the living room, talking with one another until they all saw Yuta headed towards them.
Immediately, the air felt a bit more tense up until Yuta sat in between all of them. Yuta took his time to see around who was present. Ten, Xiaojun, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo came all the way from South Korea. Shotaro and Shohei were now on each side of Yuta.
“So, what did you find Yuta?” Ten asked
“Yeah. Taeyong-hyung mentioned that you were in the midst of finding the drug dealers. The ones that sell those drugs and played an indirect role in kidnapping innocent…”
Jungwoo didn’t even finish what he was saying because Yuta glared at him, immediately silencing him.
“Yuta senpai and us have been searching and we have several leads” Shohei mentioned as he showed everyone the findings
Yuta also placed a bag with red pills on the table for Xiaojun and Jungwoo to examine and determine the kind of drug.
“In the meantime, Shotaro and I had sent out several of our Japanese recruits to dig more about this drug that Yuta-senpai brought over. We had our recruits to find more information on other drug dealers to give us a lead” Shohei added on possibly
Ten and Jaehyun updated Taeyong when Yuta looked at Shotaro, whispering to him to have a peek at the guest bedroom.
Shotaro who immediately understood the underlying meaning of Yuta’s words, excused himself and grabbed some snacks then headed to the guest bedroom.
Shotaro knocked on the door for a brief moment before going in and put the tray of snacks and water by the table. However, Shotaro was caught off-guard when the figure suddenly knocked him out cold, escaping the guest bedroom.
Hearing the commotion, the rest of the members were on guard but Yuta told them to not make a move and let him to his work.
It didn’t take long for Yuta to catch the figure and bring them to the rest of his members. “I’m not going to talk. You can’t make me!”
“Stop being difficult, (y/n). They won’t hurt you. Just tell us what you know so we can get this over with” Yuta reasoned with them
“You don’t understand. They have my brother. If I tell you about what I know, they’ll hurt him. I can’t Yuta…I can’t…he’s the only one I got left” (y/n) cried out and tried to pull her hand but instead, Yuta held her wrist tighter
What surprised everyone was that Yuta turned her around and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry. For the past several years. That the both of you had to go through all this alone. I tried to find you both, but that’s no excuse. I should’ve found you both sooner. But I’m here now. With better resources. Just tell us what happened, and we’ll take care of the rest. I promise you. I’ll find your brother and fix everything. Just please, tell us” Yuta tried his best to convince (y/n)
“Our old high school” that was all Yuta needed
Immediately, Yuta looked over at Jungwoo who got his signal and went over to his computer to track down Yuta and (y/n)’s old high school place.
“It’s in Oya high?” Jungwoo asked to confirm as (y/n) nodded
“That’s the one but I don’t think that the drugs spread amongst those students. I know the leader of the school wouldn’t allow it” Yuta mentioned. “I’ll check it out myself”
“Yuta, you can’t. That’s suicide” (y/n) replied, now holding Yuta’s wrist
“I won’t be going alone. I’ll just double-check the situation. I promise” Yuta patted (y/n)’s head
“Xiaojun, Jungwoo, Jaehyun, I trust you’ll take care of her” Yuta replied, slowly releasing (y/n)’s hold as he signalled Ten, Shotaro, and Shohei to follow him
Oya High - 2:17 am
“H-hey who is that? They don’t look like they’re from here. They look much older than any students even if they’re part-time students” some of the students at Oya High whispered amongst themselves as Yuta and his members entered the school’s gates
“Don’t mind them all. Let’s go” Yuta stated as he walked through the school with his members
Though normally the school’s students would be on high alert or pick on a fight with “intruders”, one look from Yuta and they all cowered in fear. Especially when he asked them about the part-timer leader, Murayama.
As Yuta made his way through the halls, he heard some guys talking about the drugs that can make you see things along with getting girls.
Stopping in his tracks, Yuta turned to the hidden stall and opened it, shoving the 3 men that were in the stall out and without hesitation, he beat them up for talking about drugs and using them on innocent girls.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh?! Buying drugs and using them to harm innocent girls?!” Yuta scolded, knocking the men out just in time Murayama, the school’s “leader” came to see what the commotion is
“Ya ya, what the hell is going on…Nakamoto Yuta?” Murayama looked confused seeing Yuta back in the school
“Ask the students around here on what’s going on” Yuta shoved one of the barely unconscious man to Murayama’s feet
“They’ve been using drugs and were planning to use them on innocent girls. Though you’re better than that, Murayama?” Yuta taunted and Murayama yanked the semi-unconscious student, demanding where they got the drugs from
“It, it was Kidra. They sold it to us. Told us to spread them further too” one of the students unconsciously mentioned which made Murayama shove them back to the floor while Yuta turned to his members. “We’ve got our information, let’s go”
“Oi, you show up in your fancy clothes to get information about drugs then leave? Do you even forget how to communicate?” Murayama exclaimed but Yuta kept on walking
“I’m dealing with other things but I’ll be back for our annual fight or perhaps you would like to join in and handle these drug dealers?” Yuta offered, stopping in his tracks to face Murayama who chuckled. “You’re on”
Kidra’s Base - 5:12 am
It didn’t take long for Yuta, his members, Murayama and some of the other Oya High part-time students to go through the base and trash the drug factory that was being built within the base itself.
Yuta kicked down the door that he assumes would lead him to the center of the base where the Kidra leaders were.
“So this is the famous Nakamoto Yuta of Osaka we’ve heard about” one of the leaders chuckled
“You should consider yourself lucky to be found by me. Had anyone else found out about this…” Yuta started but the group laughed
“Please, save us your speech. It’s not like you’re a saint either. You used to sell drugs too with that girl, what was that bitch’s name again” the gang laughed and Yuta didn’t hesitate to step forward and landed a hard punch across their face
“Ya you son of a…” one of the gang leader was about to exclaim when Yuta landed another hard punch on the other side of their face
“I never said I was a saint but you better fucking leave her name out of your mouth or I’ll carve your tongue out” Yuta warned but the gang just chuckled
Within seconds, the entire base turned into a battlefield. Objects were flying around, empty bottles were thrown and shattered. Blood splattered across the floor. Murayama and some of his fellow part-time students were fighting the opposing gang along with Yuta’s members while Yuta himself took on the Kanehira brothers, the mastermind behind this new drug making location.
“Getting a little tired, Nakamoto?” Hideto Kanehira snickered
“Perhaps you’re getting a bit too old for this, heh?” Yuuto Kanehira added on, the two brothers laughed at Yuta while he smirked
“Old? Sure, I’ve gotten older” Yuta chuckled, walking towards the brothers and caught them both off guard by sweeping their legs, knocking them both down
“But that doesn’t mean I’ve lost my touch. Now, where were we?” Yuta snickered back, unbuttoning his shirt as he charged in at the brothers
Yuta went on a roll, delivering punches to each brothers, kicking them, blocking them off. Even when everyone around them were done fighting, some passing out on the ground, Yuta kept going on and on until he heard her voice.
“Yuta. Stop. You’ll kill him” (y/n) softly called out to him, holding his fist to make him stop
It was only then did Yuta stop to turn and see his surroundings. Kidra’s men were all knocked out, some of Oya high part-time students were also on the ground, Yuta’s members were all still standing albeit a bit out of breath. But what he surprised him was seeing Taeyong with other members and the new Japanese recruits handling the scene.
Finally, Yuta stopped his movements and leaned onto (y/n) while walking towards Taeyong who patted his shoulder.
“Thanks for finding them and not killing them like I asked” Taeyong mentioned while Yuta chuckled, looking at his leader
“You knew she was still in this life, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question but more of a statement Yuta made towards Taeyong who patted his shoulder
“Her brother will be joining in as part of the Japanese recruits. We also offered it to her” Taeyong mentioned, making Yuta turn to grip Taeyong’s collar. “The hell she’s joining us”
“You didn’t let me finish, Yuta. She’ll be going to university along with Haechan’s girlfriend. She won’t be part of NCT. Her brother will also go to school and join the japanese recruits but as the backend. None of them will go to the front end. I assure you that, Yuta” Taeyong pushed Yuta’s hands off of his collar
Scoffing, Yuta mumbled a thanks before being dragged by (y/n).
“Thank you. For helping me again” (y/n) mentioned, making Yuta tighten his grip around her shoulder
“It’s nothing. We were each other’s ride or die back then and I will still be your ride or die now. I wish I had taken you and your brother out as soon as I could instead of getting you both tangled up in this mess now” Yuta replied but (y/n) shook her head and kissed his cheek, making him flushed a bit
“It’s in the past now. Let’s get you patch up before we actually catch up with each other, yeah?” (y/n) offered and for the first time in a while, Yuta genuinely smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that”
A/N: hi hi, are my nct readers still following and reading my NCT fics? I apologise for being MIA from making NCT fics but I finally done it. Another installment of my NCT mafia "series" and this one features our own yakuza boi, Nakamoto Yuta.
To my dearest fellow NCTzens, thank you for still reading my NCT fics and let's see if I can get another NCT mafia fic out by the end of the year. Take care all xoxo peanutpinet
Chapter One: Betrayal
Genre: Mafia!Haechan, Mafia!NCT, Biker Haechan, Step on me Haechan, Haechan Dom
Pairings: Haechan x Reader (Iris)
Warning: Smut, Violence, Vulgar Language, Mention of blood, MDNI
Intro: Where a girl finds herself trapped within her brother's protection. One would find it a blessing but for Iris, it's suffocation- and she's someone who would often like the thought of being choked, but simply not like this. Raised within thick walls inside the perimeters of their mansion, She finds herself treasuring every opportunity she gets whenever she is given volunteer work for the people in need outside the city of glass she was born in. Fun and Exciting is how she always saw these trips, it was until darkened windows of SUVs blocked their way from going any further in the middle of the desert. It was the only land of nothing dividing the city and the suburbs and yet they were stopped by armed men, six- seven? she couldn't count as she was too in shock, scared even much more so when her side of the vehicle opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled her away from your handmaiden's side. "Giselle!" Iris cried and a bag was hovered over her head and the last thing she remembered was Giselle's screams, Men simultaneously giving orders to her bodyguards and a gun going off. Then there was black.
"Ha ha. So funny. What then? Bore myself to death by my room's window? waiting for prince charming to save me? No thank you. Give me twenty more of these tasks and consider me the happiest sister ever." Mumbling her last words as she fix her hair to a half-do with a claw clip. Iris saw Johnny's sad gaze through her mirror before he could mask it with a stoic smile. She sighed and faced her brother, leaning in to hug herself tight on his chest.
"Stop babying me.. It's only for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I heard there are many forest spiders in the village. Thousands." Johnny exaggerated, trying to coax her with her teasing by blabbering stupid things and then he sighed when Iris only hummed her soft chuckle, unconvinced. "... you're just the only family I have left."
"And so are you to me." Iris sighed, looking up to her brother with an exhausted expression. "But mom and dad would have wanted us to live life with more meaning than in fear.."
"I know.." Johnny sighed, tapping the cap Iris had on before marching to her room's door. "Well chop chop city girl. They're not gonna feed themselves." Chuckling as they make their way downstairs, Iris gave one last look at the frame by her bed. Her late mother, late father, Johnny and herself. Smiling by the lake that held many memories for her and Johnny, some of which they didn't know would end in a tragedy.
Iris saw Giselle, one of her many good friends, packing extra necessities for Iris and the trip. Back hugging the petite frame, Giselle squealed, too focused on her task in hand to even notice Iris before glaring at the girl. "Silly! What if I dropped your anxiety pills?" she heard Gigi clicked her tongue, Iris resumed with a bratty smile to where Yuta was by their white van. "Everything settled Yuta?" Yuta, clasped his armed weapon on his belt and smiled at Iris, an unspoken answer to which Iris nodded to before getting up inside the van. Settling on the middle seat, between the window spot and the collapsing chair, she earned a perfect view of Mark.
A container in one hand and the other with what looks like an ammunition box, being stored inside another case. "Put the Magazine under the compartment along with out other containers yeah?" Iris could hear him order Jeno in which the latter obeyed to. She couldn't help but gape at Mark and his focused stance. If Iris was a completely eye-roller at Johnny's protectiveness then with Mark it was all heart eyes and red cheeks. Who wouldn't if the male holds glory to the uniform Johnny assigned them to. Camo pants and Army green fitted shirt is one of the fun treats Iris would look forward to with these programs, along with the nurturing feeling of helping other people.
She heard a throat clearing beside her and Iris just continued gawking. "Can a man get any more handsome?" Iris sighed, pouting her lips when Mark left her view to head inside, presumably to bid farewell to Johnny and reassure him that He and Jaehyun would take good care of you and the task in hands. "I wouldn't know, I'm not the one drooling a pool over here." Iris bit her lips, side eyeing her friend with a snort. "Oh please, as if I don't notice how you look at Yuta?" Giselle smacked Iris arm for that playfully before scooting herself on the window seat. "House Rules. We can't date co workers, but nobody said that about drooling over them." Giselle tossed her hair to tease Iris before being silence by the large frame towering by the sliding door. "Everyone ready?" Johnny mused, eyeing all the equipments and bags in the back seat before giving one last stern look at Iris.
"You behave-" Iris groaned when she saw Yuta, Mark and Jeno exchange smiles behind. "I will! It's not like I won't come straight home. Please stop." Iris whined further before she let Johnny ruffle her hair, backing away from the door to close it himself. Yuta and Jeno positioned in their seats in front. She only got lucky twice that she get to have Mark accompany her in the van.
Two vehicles were to transmit from their mansion. One where Jaehyun and Mark would carry with weapons and their tents and boxes of goods, And one where she's on with Giselle, Yuta and Jeno. It was always four guards with too many weapons. Johnny sees it as not enough but Iris claimed it was more than enough given that it was only her in the vehicle and nothing really ever happened to her despite Johnny's protectiveness.
Somewhere along their trip, Iris was sitting comfy by the window of the collapsing chair with Giselle passed out and a pillow on her lap. She just woke up from her nap and noticed that they were far from near the town they were heading to and yet also too far from home. She checked back as she pushed an air bud in her ear, the van Mark and Jeno are in behind them with safe distance. She played a soft song, ready to day dream about Mark and what would it be like if he was in their van instead of Jeno- that is until she saw a motorcycle beaming his headlights, asking to pass through and overtake. A male in all black sits on the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Black skinny jeans, black boots, chains for necklace if she knew any better and a black shirt underneath his leather jacket.
His gloves switched the lever of his bike causing it to roar as he zooms pass them, earning a scoff at Yuta. "Cocky motherfucker." he muttered before she hears Jeno chuckle. She could have sworn that the rider could see her through their tinted glass, staring right back at her but that would be silly because again their vans were tinted, to its most darkest available shade at that. Shaking the silly thought away, she went back to staring out her window and enjoying the scenery as they drove through the desert.
"Target: Flower is in position. 800 meters away from the bullseye."
Static was heard from the other end before he heard the stern voice call back at him.
"We are ready to engage."
Haechan responded with a 'Copy.' before speeding away from the white vans. Certain that he was out of view, he parked behind a boulder , big enough to hide his motorcycle and himself as he positioned a chain of spikes across the road, plan B in place in case "Plan A: ambush" failed- to which it often doesn't, the cocky side of him crediting himself to the lack of mission failing when he's part of it. All he has to do now is wait and upon calculating he has enough time left for a quick smoke. Sitting his helmet on his bike and pulling out the Marlboro stick from his jacket's pocket he lit it up and waited as he leans on the boulder.
Puffing a few smoke, He heard screeches of tires and screams came after that.
Haechan made his way to the scene, stepping on Yuta's back as he tackled on the ground by Jaemin and Jeno wounded by Chenle on the leg.
"Boss said to spare them and just take the girl." Jaemin said as Renjun struggled to open the van's door. "She's won't let me open it-"
"Don't make another move!" Mark was able to free himself from Xiao Jun's grasp, wounded and bleeding on the side when Mark kicked him off but Mark was far from okay as well, with a gash on his lip and an open wound on his arm. Mark aimed the gun on his hand to Haechan, making the tanned skin male chuckle.
"You must be Mark." Mark unfazed by how Haechan knew he his name remained in position. "Don't worry. We won't hurt your princess, lover boy." Mark was then knocked out by Jaehyun from behind. One last look of betrayal from Mark and he was passed out on the ground.
Haechan nudged Renjun away and pulled the door open. Iris yelled and kicked when Renjun tried to manhandle her out to which he succeeded and Giselle screamed behind her before she was knocked out as well by a cloth to their mouths and nose.
Haechan watched as Iris gaze lands on his. Flicking the cigar away before leaning on her with a smirk. Her eyes beamed light brown as she tried to make out what Haechan looked like as he towers over her in front of the sun. 'Familiar' is what her last thoughts were before everything went black.
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A collection of mature dark themed nct fics. mostly yandere, mafia or horror (or just messed up themes)
includes all units (nct 127, nct dream, wayv, nct u and former members bc i miss lucas sm)
yuta x reader: Wolf [nakamoto] by @neo-cult-ure
jaehyun x reader: Devoted by @maknaesdancersrappers
mark x reader: Creepin by @killshotbabe
jaemin x reader: PL4YGIRL IS LOVE... by @domjaehyun
doyoung x reader: Invisable by @aehyei
jaehyun x reader: devotion/obsession by @whereisten
yuta x reader: heathens by @yutaholic
sungchan x reader: Infatuation - Sungchan [Pt. 1], [Pt.2] by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l
taeyong x reader: Late Night Adventures with a Green-Haired Kingpin by @whereisten
mark x reader: zugzwang by @recklessmark
kun x reader: Spoonful Of Sugar;; QK by @kpoptrashlord-007
mainly johnny x reader but some jaehyun x reader: the art of eye contact by @peachydyoung
Okay y'all...its been a long time and I know and I'm sorry. Update about me? I've just been in fashion school, putzing around Italy, working with brands and I am coming back to my roots.
So...I decided on something. If anyone even still cares- would it be okay if i finished my mafia au fic?? I missed you guys 🤍
Summary: Taeyong is a mafia boss, and he hides it from you... but what happens when his secret gets revealed?
Genre: Mafia AU, Single mom!Y/n
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Mentions of guns, a rocky relationship, Taeyong being a stepdad, suggestive content
Gif: @weishenz
“Boss, we gotta pull over!”
Jaehyun runs a red light and swerves around a car that’s broken down in the middle of the motorway. Somebody honks.
In the passenger seat, Taeyong grabs his buzzed scalp with one hand.
“Keep goin’,” he growls.
Jaehyun doesn’t protest. When a mafia boss makes an order, you listen.
As they zig-zag around the cars on the motorway, Taeyong’s only worry is that he’s late to date night with you. 39 minutes late, to be exact.
Jaehyun parks outside of your white-washed apartment block, and Taeyong jumps out of the car.
He has approximately one minute to transform from mafia boss into loving boyfriend – there’s no way you can know about his real job.
He swaps his black t-shirt and leather jacket for a blue cotton shirt with the sleeves pulled up to the elbow.
Dammit. A bruise purples his jaw, but there’s nothing he can do about that.
He runs up to your apartment. You answer the door at the third ring.
“Mae! Help your sister with her shoes, please!” you shout, before turning to Taeyong.
You stare at him blankly. “What the hell are you doing here?” you ask, hand on your hip.
If one of his boys talked to him like that, Taeyong would punch them in the face. But this is you – the one beautiful, pure thing in his life. He’s determined not to mess this up.
“I’m a bit late for date night, mama,” he whispers.
“Date night was last night, Taeyong! I waited for you in that stupid Chinese restaurant for three hours!”
Taeyong bites his lip. That’s bad. “It’s not cool about yesterday.” He forces the word out of his throat, just for you. “S- S- sorry?”
What you say next sends shivers down Taeyong’s spine.
“Look… you and me, it’s not working out. Maybe we should-“
Taeyong’s heart is crumbling, crumpling like a piece of paper in his fist at the back of Maths class.
You’re interrupted when your six-year-old daughter Mae runs in and clings to your leg.
“Eww… it’s the bogey man, mommy! Make him go away…”
You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Taeyong. My kids are my life, and…well? They hate you.”
Your phone rings, and you hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder. “Ugh, the sitter cancelled and now the agency say they’re fully booked up. I have that business dinner in 1 hour. 1! Hour!”
An idea springs into Taeyong’s mind. “I can watch ‘em for you.”
You smile. “Nice one, Yong. But you can’t handle it.”
Taeyong shakes his head wildly. “Yes, I can! I swear, I’ll be a million times better than that piece-of-shit sitter. Promise, baby, one night and your girls will love me.”
You narrow your eyes, sizing him up. After a moment, you sigh, and say, “Fine. But this is literally because if I don’t go to this dinner, I’ll lose this client and I’ll get fired for sure. But no TV after dinner, you hear me? And none of that candy trash.”
You kneel down, pull your twin daughters’ heads close and kiss them. “Maya? Mae? Taeyong’s gonna be looking after you tonight, okay?”
Maya sticks her tongue out at Taeyong. “Nooooo please! He’s,” her voice drops to a whisper, “scawy.”
You smile and roll your eyes. “He works at a toy shop, baby. How scary can he be?”
---
“Now, get over here, you little-“
Taeyong chases after Maya with a tiny pink pair of pyjama bottoms. The little girl bounces up and down on the bed, chewing a massive Kit Kat. Chocolate is smeared all over her mouth and dress.
“Don’t wanna go bed! Wanna play!” she screams.
Taeyong’s tattooed biceps flex as he curls his fingers into fists. You didn’t mention that your kids were devils!
“Look, girl, your mama told me to get you in bed by 8…”
It was almost 10:30pm.
Mae runs up behind Taeyong and attaches herself to his leg, making him stumble forwards.
“Ha ha!” She laughs. “Taeyo fell over, Taeyo fell over…”
Suddenly, Taeyong hears a beeping sound. Oh shit. He forgot about the damn casserole.
With Mae still attached to his leg and about twenty sparkly pink items of clothing hanging off his body, he struggles over to the oven.
When he opens the oven door, black smoke belches out. There is no casserole – just a black lump of char. Just that moment, Mae starts to cry.
“Hungy, hungy, hungy….”
Just as Taeyong is examining a packet of ‘fruit squeezies’, another beeping sound starts up.
Dammit. The smoke alarm.
Grabbing a towel, he starts frantically batting the air around the smoke alarm. Why did he offer to do this again? He’s not a dad, he’s a mafia don. Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be. Maybe people like him just can’t be with people like you…
Then, when things couldn’t get any worse, comes the last straw.
Taeyong realises that he hasn’t seen that little monster Maya in a while.
He hears a pattering sound.
Slowly, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, a cheeky grin shining on her cheeks… comes Maya.
Except her underwear is now hanging over her face, her two eyes peeking naughtily through the leg holes.
She looks straight at Taeyong… and licks the underwear.
---
Taeyong couldn’t take it anymore. He really, really didn’t want to blow his toy-shop-worker cover, but he had no choice.
He had to do what he knew best.
Now, Maya and Mae were finally quiet.
They were sitting on the knees of Jaehyun and Yuta in the living room – Taeyong’s top men. The muscular, tattoo-covered men with hand-guns tucked into their trousers were a sharp contrast to your gentle white living room.
Jaehyun was murmuring baby nonsense in Mae’s ear as she played with his gun. Finally distracted by the shiny new object, she was quiet.
“See? And this is how you turn it on.”
Jaehyun opened the safety with a click. Mae giggled at the sound, clapping her hands delightedly. So, Jaehyun clicked it closed again, open, closed, open…
Mae screamed with laughter… then promptly fell asleep, making tiny snores on the rounded planes of Jaehyun’s chest.
Yuta and Jaehyun nodded to Taeyong as they handed the girls to him, their job done. Just as Maya was slipping off, she murmured, “Taeyo… are you my daddy?”
Taeyong shook his head, his heart clutching. “No, Renjun’s your daddy.”
Jerk, he thought – but he didn’t say that.
Maya yawned, clinging on to Taeyong’s arm. “You’ll just have to marry mommy. Then you’ll be my daddy too…”
Her eyes finally slipped shut.
Taeyong sighed, a smile spreading over his face. See? No one could resist Lee Taeyong – not bar girls, not his men, not even 6-year-olds.
He didn’t have long to celebrate – because you walked in to the apartment.
“Hey, Taeyong, I wrapped up early because--“
Your eyes fell on Jaehyun and Yuta standing by the door, the guns still in their hands.
Taeyong cursed every god, goddess and devil he knew. He’d come so close! He’d come so bloody close to winning you over!
You gasped. “What the hell are they doing here? Are those guns?”
Taeyong squeezed your hand. “Baby, I shoulda told you-“
But you didn’t scream, cry, or storm out.
Instead, you put one hand on your hip and sighed. “Taeyong, you seriously think that I bought your toy shop story? I know who you really are, what you really do, I mean – look at that bruise on your face! Look at the blood on those boots!”
Taeyong eyed his blood-splattered DMs. Dammit. He’d missed those.
“So, you don’t… mind?” he stuttered.
You smiled, walked over and kissed Taeyong. He breathed in your comforting vanilla scent.
“Well, my babies are asleep, which means that they must like you, and… that’s all that matters to me.”
Taeyong sighed with relief. He picked up Maya, and you picked up Mae, and together you carried them to their beds.
You and Taeyong retired to your bedroom and sat together on the bed.
He stroked your arm gently. “I shouldn’t have I lied to ya, mama.”
Taeyong dipped his lips to your neck, kissing you in a way that made you shiver. He pushed down the straps of your dress, undressing you slowly.
You gripped his shoulder. “I am never finding a gun in my house again, you hear me?”
Taeyong nodded. That would be easy enough.
As long as he had you.
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wc| 3k
genre| mfia au, fluff, crack
synopis| your husband is getting arested. you two were aranged marriage, so you don’t really care about him, or he doesn’t care about you. but money he made was gone, he took everything, when you need them. his friend come home with request from his boss aka. your husband. who knew trip to monks in japan made you realize how much your husband cared for you?
warnings| cursing
part of popping out casket fresh, looking like a fashion show.
“are you for real kun?” you dropped all things you have been in your hands. “did he leave me some money or?”
“no sorry.” kun bowed. “boss sent me here to take you to prison when he actualy is. he says something about money for you that you will have to get. i don’t think it’s just going to someone to get money, but rather travel a little, knowing our boss.”
you could only stare at your husband’s friend. it must be a joke. you didn’t care at all if your husband was arrested but not having money is what makes you care. known boss of mafia got arrested few days ago. it was funny to you, because you didn’t like him at all, and now you could be free. also, taeyong could only brag about how danegrous he is, and how rich he is. you gueesed it was trauma for his actions.
“i will kill him. as god as my witness, i’ll rip his head out.” you get your things. “take me to this dickhead”
drive to prison wasn’t that long. taeyong was still waiting until court starts, because they are still trying to find more evidence, and police visited you once, but let’s say they haven’t stepped inside even a foot. you knew that they are going to come again with paper, that will let them, but as long as it’s not now, it’s fine.
“you fuckin pieace of shit.” taeyong rolled his eyes. “fuckin dumbass. big boss of nct! look at him. getting arrested, and leaving his wife on ice.
“sit your ass down.” he again rolled his eyes. “it’s not my fault.”
“funny. it’s you who got caught out of 23 people, and look. you’re here dickhead.”
“just shut up already. you know, leaving in priosn isn’t the worst. i got rest i needed from you. it’s so peacful, and better when you’re not around.” he smirked, and you wanted to kill him on the spot. “i got you, huh?”
“i hope you will die here, taeyong.”
“ey, y/n don’t be mean. wouldn’t you miss me?”
“no, i would be glad. just tell me where the money is.”
taeyong looked around, but no ones around. you felt your heart goes faster than before.
“it’s not easy.” you slapped your head. “if you want money, then you have to go all the way to japan. that’s why yuta, and mark with johnny help you. i think they are around some mountains. i guess some monks are taking care of it.”
all you could do was laugh.
“did you really leave money with monks? in some fuckin mountains? in japan?” you could laugh sarcasticaly. “i’m going to kill myself. i’m done.”
“what? they were nice, at least to me. they wouldn’t be problem.”
“wait.” you cut him off. “how much?”
“around 100 thousands dollars. it’s going to be enough for you to survive.” you smiled. “rest of the money is around the world, and you won’t get them.” your smile dropped. “money you will find in japan are only like less than 1% of hidden money i have. you will get acces to them only if i die or if i won’t get out up to three months from now.” he was looking at you with something you couldn’t explain. “i guess i’ll be out in a week or two.”
“it’d be great if you’d stay here forever.”
“ah, i didn’t mention one thing.” he giggled. “as soons as three motnhs would be up, all my enemies would fight for money. they be looking for money, and then would kill you. before they kill you, they would torture you, and god knows what else.” you knew about his enemies, but kind of forget. “believe me, you are safer with me around.”
“yeah. can’t wait until you will be free my dear husband.” fake smile appear on your lips.
“i hate you to the core of my heart.” he sighed. “you have only two days to get money. in saturday they are going to check our home. doyoung took care for permission to take as long as possible. two days y/n. don’t fuck it up.”
“wait. what if two days pass?”
in you head it was only money, but it was clear there is something more, your husband didn’t say.
“police would find something for sure. my people will get into house in woods to clear place, because they still don’t know about this place, but if police get to know. it’s over. they will know most of the things, and you will be left with no money, and i guess someone from seventeen would like to have your head as their trophy.” your face could only show how scared you were. “but don’t worry. my people will have eye on you, i mean they already do. but it’d be hard if another guys would get in line for your head.”
“what the fuck.” you felt tear going down your cheek. “and what do you mean they already do.”
“let’s say i’m just keeping eye on you. and don’t cry. you look awful when you’re crying.”
“asshole.”
kun drove you to nct massion. to say you were stressed was much less than you looked. huge house, huge garden and a lot of expensive cars. you knew they all there, because their boss is locked. kun was by your side, trying to calm you down.
“boss ordered us to take care of her.” you knew this voice, taeil. “we have to.”
“shawty doesn’t do much beside laying in bed whole day. i was there yesterday for five hours, and nothing.”
“isn’t it good lucas? you don’t have to do much.”
“i know jaehyun, but still-”
“good morning.” you steped in. “nice to know i’ve been watched for such a long time, gentlemans. my husband hide money in japan with some monks as you might now. i want to go as fast as possible.” you turned your heard. “yuta, mark and johnny. you’re coming with me.”
three males showed up with small smiles. they knew about you since taeyong brags about you all the time. y/n pissed me off. y/n was mad because i didn’t do laundry. me and y/n fight. they heard it often so they got to know you pretty quickly.
“we will have to arrive at the airport at exactly ten pm.”
“good. we will get the money this fuckin donkey kept from me.”
few members let out giggle because of wife of their boss. you were funny and you weren’t scared of your husband like his members were. well, taeyong was only repeating quotes about respect and how important it is. he learnt his people to respect him which came with fear for example wayv was chinese unit and they didn’t talk that much with taeyong but they also don’t know him at all so they fear him. dream unit was younger guys who were scared of their big hyung who looked scary. you have never known why they are scared when you knew he is soft ball.
also, your marriage was poor deal. your father run weapon factory and his products were the best and none of neos have ever seen something like your dad work. taeyong visited him during spring two years ago. your father respected him so much and treated almost like own son which was mutual because taeyong was always happy with your dad work. but during one of his visits he noticed you. pretty girl standing in a corner looking scared. well, your dad wasn’t so sure of taeyong’s proposition but he gave in and let him marry you. at first you were angry but it faded away since your life became luxurious.
“why did no one told me it’s raining here?”
you asked when you were looking at the mountains and path you are going to go. monks were living exactly at the top of mountains and as you overheard conversation between johnny and mark about walking there will take exactly two hours due to rain.
“we have no idea.” johnny shrugged. “but it’s fine. we have umbrellas.”
“at least.” you smiled. “shall we?”
everyone nodded and go. you weren’t even dressed in comfortable clothes since you didn’t think much about it. meaning mountain you understood you would go by train or something but you were wrong.
yuta looked like the only one who enjoyed it. he was running with happy face while you and mark was dying. johnny was hitting gym everyday so he had good condition but you and mark? out of breath after five minutes, not even kilometer later.
“so how did you and taeyong met?” mark asked while being right next to you. “boss never told us.”
“my dad is owner of weapon factory taeyong buys from. i mean, some dude named lee haechan and moon taeil were the one buying from taeyong’s order. nevermind. he spotted me once and begged my father to let him marry me.” you chuckled. “my father wasn’t really with him but he is like second child to my father and he gave in. thanks to it, taeyong helped my father with business and now he is in top five factories who produce weapon. even few military units buys from him.”
“oh wow.” mark opened his mouth. “i had no clue you’re mr. kim daughter. everyone treat your dad as a grandpa.” both of you laughed along with yuta and johnny. “he literally treat us as his children. johnny when did he ordered few pizzas to us?”
“two weeks ago?” he was thinking. “something like that. your father knew we came from shangai from mission and he ordered pizzas to us. also, he scolded taeyong for not feeding us enough.”
“yes. taeyong was embarrased as hell.” yuta laughed out loud. “your father is really the nicest guy we have ever met. a big part of nct are foreigner and we miss our families while your father and mother are like parents to us.”
“even my mother?” you were shocked because they never mention anything. “what? explain please.”
“taeyong was asking about your family a lot and he got to know your mother was jobless since she didn’t have a lot of qualities or skills to be hired. i guess taeyong went to your house when you weren’t home and he hired her at finance sector and i believe jungwoo and taeil were helping her in it.” mark explained.
“she is like our grandma or mother.” johnny smiled. “she make tea for us and feed us because she said we eat shitty food.”
“that’s mum for sure.”
you didn’t notice when you were teared up. taeyong had never told you anything about your parents or their jobs he made. he was taking care of his members, family, you and your family which cause you to be emotional. this side of taeyong was locked and unknown for you.
“by the way, they always praise you and tell how much they love you.” johnny smiled and others agreed. “they were sorry for your marriage with taeyong but they love you so much and almost everyday during breaks they talk little stories about you.”
“stories?” you raised an eyebrow. “fuck.”
“when you were little.” mark laughed.
“oh no.”
“taeyong is the only one who asked for more.”
“so he isn’t that bad.”
“of course not.” yuta smiled. “he brag about you all the time. he is even excited about smallest things ever and always brag about it too.”
“he keep picture of your wedding in a frame on his deck in his office.”
all the things you heard today was so emotional to you, you almost bursted out crying. taeyong never told you he love your or he really cares for you because most of the time you’re fighting.
“please, make sure he will be out of jail quickly.”
rest of the way went in a sound of laugh and giggles because boys had a lot of stories to tell which made you feel safe and happy? these boys looked nothing like a mob members and it made you think about them and their lifes. their families. they were normal people with different kind of work. they were talking a lot about your husband which helped you in getting to know taeyong. he made good job with them. they were respectful and well educated. also, they told you how older members raised the youngest ones esepcially jisung, chenle, shotaro and sungchan. the last two of them were kind of new in a job and no one treated them badly. they still made sure to raise them well and give them childhood they deserved. few things were banned but for example, they were allowed to go to school since taeyong made their education a emergency.
“i guess we are finally up there.”
“water. i need water.” you mumbled and mark was fast to handle you bottle of water.
“yuta, will you speak to them?”
“yes. but remember to be respectful, not loud and quiet as much as it’s possible.”
younger male went first why three of you went after him. whole sanctuary was white and huge as in movies. people there was looking like a normal people but with white clothes and with buns on their head. also, flowers there were everywhere which lead to big garden at the back of the place. yuta was leading both of you to the garden where monks propably were doing meditation.
“good afternoon.” yuta bowed and rest of you bowed too. “we’re here because of our boss, lee taeyong, orders. my name is yuta nakamoto and i am japanese. here is johnny suh and mark lee whom are my co-workers and taeyong’s members. we are from nct.” guys bowed again. “and lady right here is lee taeyong’s wife and to be exact lee y/n.” you bowed.
“oh my lord.” guy around 70s laughed and smiled so widely it was making you all smile. “mr. lee sent you for money right? i heard he was locked down in prison. aish, it’s so sad and unfortunate since he is such a good person. my people went to visit him and gave him few gifts.” he laughed. “can you tell him i am very thanful for any donation he made?” older man bowed to you with a smile. “he helped us so much and with our work. we’re grateful for everything.”
“of course, i’ll tell him.”
“so, shall we go?”
older man was called akira. akira was like guru of the monks here and evryone bowed to him whenever he passed them. also, akira annouced to everyone that you, lee taeyong’s wife is here with his members. everyone was excited and looked at you since they liked taeyong.
you had no idea taeyong was doing such a good things and everyone loved him. maybe both of you should talk more with each other?
“we’re here. code to small atm is your birthday, mrs. lee.”
you felt butterflies in a stomach. taeyong really wasn’t so bad after all.
“here.”
all the money was in a small suicase. johnny took suitcase because it was too heavy for you to carry and he was gentleman. they would never let you carry suitcase for a whole way.
“my brother, haruto will drive you down.”
“drive?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
“yes.” he smiled. “wait. did you went here on foot?”
akira was laughing loud with other monks by his side. four of you were embarrased because of the way you got there.
“we didn’t know-”
“it’s fine. but we’re not old monks but rather a modern ones. we have this path at the right side of mountains when you can go by motorcycle or small car.” he giggled. “haruto, please take care of them and drive them down carefuly.”
“yes, akira.”
way to home was relaxing because doyoung sent jet for y’all to come to south korea faster and more comfortably. guys were sleeping while you could think about your husband. about his actions you weren’t aware of. or smallest things that made your hearbeat faster. even his apperance. he was hot as hell and many would consider him as a model. to be honest, you had times when you felt butterflies in your stomach but you ignored them since taeyong was cold towards you.
“y/n, jeno with lucas will drive you home.” kun said with smile. “close the doors and wait for taeyong. we have no idea when he will be free.”
“sure, thank you kun.” you bowed to him which surprised him. “thank you guys too.” you aslo bowed at them. “you’re amazing people. i’m grateful my husband helped y’all and make you the way you are.”
jeno and lucas were joking inside the car to raise the mood of everyone. they talked to you but you couldn’t focus at anything. your thoughts were around your husband who was secretly a symbol of good person. besides his work he was really one of the greatest people you have known but line of work was different taeyong.
“wake up.”
voice made you open your eyes and all you could see was face of taeyong looking at you with a soft smile.
“taeyong?” you were surprised. “finally.” you hugged him so strong even taeyong was surprised.
“oh did you miss me?”
“shut up.” you slapped his arm. “what are you doing here? i thought it would take much longer.”
“well, here i am. doyoung and winwin helped me so much. police can’t touch me now.”
“i am so thanful.” you let of breath. “why you didn’t tell me about everything you do? i had to got o know from your memebers. everything. about my father and my mum, monks, raising members, you bragging about me or about our picture on your deck.”
“you have never asked.” he shrugged. “you know, i know it might looks like i don’t care but i do. of course, we fight a lot but secretly i love it. i love it when you raise your voice at me and when you’re mean. it’s entertaining. i didn’t notice when i fell for you but i thought you still hate me so i didn’t say anything about it.”
“damn, taeyong. maybe if you weren’t so cold hearted to me then everything would be fine. you stupid motherfucker, come here.”
you kissed him with force and with emotions you have never knew you had. taeyong deepened the kiss and enjoyed every second of it. no one could count every time he was thinking and dreaming about this moment.
“men ain’t shit. you hide your emotions like a damn cowards and expect women to know everything.” you rolled your eyes and his chuckled.
“you’re right. men ain’t shit but you love me, don’t you?”
“maybe but shut up. i’m not confessing to you right now.”
“so am i.”
your husband was petty but you loved this about him.
my lord, i am so sorry to my ao3 friends who have been waiting so patiently for the ivoire chapter. honestly i thought i had already posted it 😭 imagine my surprise when i looked at my schedule and noticed more than two weeks had passed since i posted it
it's been a rough month, very bad depression, my new boss sucks, and im in the process of looking for a new job...aghh...being an adult sucks so fucking bad
added onto my sorrow is my newly sprained ankle...maybe that will help me sit my ass down and write something
here is the link! thank you forever for ur patience <3
A.N | this might be a slow going chapter, but it sets up very nicely for the next three.
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He spreads out six photos across the dark cherry oak desk and looks up at you with a smirk, “Pop quiz time.”
You clasp your hands together to keep from picking at your fingernails and begin to assess the six handsome men in front of you. The photos were dark, but you could still make out each male defining feature – pink hair, a scar, a broken arm.
Jabbing a manicured nail at the first photo, you inhale the spicy cologne wafting from Jaehyun’s perfectly tailored suit and begin, “Lee Taeyong. Neo Cultures leader, although he acts like one. Pink hair because he thinks it’s fun, in truth he looks unprofessional, incapable, and just outright dumb. No preferred weapon or method of killing, instead he makes everyone else do his dirty work. Small, easy to manipulate, not a problem for me.”
You look up to find Jaehyun baring his teeth in a rather cold smile, “and how did he achieve this position?”
The half empty water bottle in front of you casted a perfect rainbow on the skin of your knee when you shifted in your seat, “You and he made a pact four years ago. He would separate himself from Neo city and run half of the clients, specifically weapon manufacturing and black-market deals, along with small heists targeted to take out corrupt individuals dominating the 1 percent, and you would run the big stuff, narcotic dealings, international affairs and keeping his group in check. This split made him the leader of his own division, Neo Culture.”
You place one hand on his photo and look up through your lashes, “and must I say sir, the similarity in names stems from his inability to think for himself,” You scoff, “I mean come on, Neo City, Neo Culture. Basically, copying you.”
He waves you off, “Continue y/n”
The fact that your attempt at sucking up was brushed over, completely ignored, left a sour taste in your mouth.
The second photo was worn around the edges from how much you’ve held it, analyzed it. “Nakamoto Yuta, one of the best field agents in this industry. Usually, the one assigned to taking out the corrupt 1 percent as well as anyone else who challenges Neo Culture. A charmer, easily trustable, but that’s because he looks like he just stepped off a Gucci photoshoot. Has a scar that runs the length of his spine, “you throw a hand out in Jaehyun’s direction, “and before you ask, he got it from a fight a few years back when he was still under your watch. Let his guard down for three seconds and ended up with a knife being dragged down his back. Never made that mistake again. Pretty sure that’s why he loves using knives to kill now. Some kind of vengeance thing.”
Jaehyun rests both of his elbows on the wide desk and lays his chin on top of his hands, “Information before I even ask? Good girl.” You feel the butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach and look down, a hot blush covering your cheeks. The walls felt like they were going to close in on you, but you realize that’s just because Jaehyun has leaned even closer to you than before, making his thick cologne that much more prominent – it was getting hard to breathe.
Clearing your throat, you start where you left off. “Um, yeah, he’s not gonna be a problem for me because I don’t have a thing for pretty boys with tragic back stories.” Jaehyun gives a short chuckle.
He nudges the third photo towards you with his elbow. You look down and staring back at you is a familiar face. “Na Jaemin, just like Yuta, he’s one of the best, except he specializes in sharp shooting. He can hit targets from two hundred yards away and nail them dead center each time. He’ll be easy to befriend,” You see Jaehyun about to interrupt, and again you stop him before he gets the chance, “and no, it’s not because he’s my ex. That won’t be an issue. If anything, it’ll help me get situated in their family better. “
Taking his elbows off the table, he reclines back in his black leather office chair, and begins to rub his temples. His eyes are closed when he speaks up in a bitter tone, “If he asks to fuck?”
An unflattering snort makes its way out of you. The question was ridiculous. You and Jaemin broke up on good terms, under no circumstance would he ask to fuck, but Jaehyun had some psychotic sexual claim on you and his question was actually a thinly veiled threat.
“I doubt he would do that,” your hand trails over the wood ingrain on the desk, “but on the premise that he did, I would refuse.” You watch the corners of his mouth upturn into a grin.
“That’s all I needed to hear, go on.”
You go through each of the members for him, bringing up the tiniest of details to pass this pop quiz, sprung randomly on you. Although, it wasn’t random. You were training for this. You had been for months; and so, to please Jaehyun you wracked your brain for everything you knew and spilled it all for him while he scrutinized your every word.
Lee Jeno, the one you should be the most worried about. Trained to kill from a young age and stuck to Jaemin like glue. He’d do anything for his bestfriend, and with you being the ex, he was never going to let his eyes off of you. He favors his personal handgun, a Glock43X, with the sleek silver top and added four rounds to the previous six, it’s powerful and easy to conceal, just the way Jeno likes them. You were almost scared of him. Almost. The cold front he put up was nothing like his actual personality. He slept with upwards of seven stuffed animals at a time and acted like a golden retriever – pathetic for someone with his kind of job, but always remember your roots, you guess.
Lee Haechan, the recruited college kid who thrives off of caffeine and cheap camgirls that he doesn’t actually pay to watch. A click here and a click there and boom, he’s enjoying a free show while sipping on his iced caramel macchiato. He may be good with computers but he’s shit out of luck when it comes to anything else. Since he’s the only hacker in the group Taeyong uses the hell out of him. He’s overworked and underpaid, what could be a better duo? He’s absolutely no threat to you, and it was almost laughable that the young kid was in a crime family. Taeyong must have seen something in him that everyone else was blind to.
And lastly, Mark Lee, the voice of reason in a gaggle of hot heads and himbos. Even less of a criminal than Haechan. He seems to be more of the butler and assistant than a part of the family, but nevertheless he has his moments. He follows a strict schedule. Every morning he gets up and cooks’ breakfast for everyone else, and every night he cooks dinner. Monday and Tuesdays are reserved for coming up with and manufacturing weapons at an offsite location (in case something blows up), Wednesday and Thursdays are for conducting black market deals, Fridays are for drop off of materials for the previously made deals and the weekend is reserved strictly for him and his personal life. Unless Taeyong requires him for a specific assignment, Mark follows this schedule to a T, which makes your mission so much easier for you.
You picked up the last picture and absentmindedly rubbed your thumb over the couple. Mr. Mark Lee and his precious girlfriend Na Ara. In the photo she’s sitting on his lap, one arm slung around his shoulders, a red plastic solo cup in her hand. She looks like she’s having the time of her life, and he looks absolutely in love. You had never met him before, but her familiar dark brown eyes stare back at you.
Jaehyun stands up and makes his way around the desk to gently sit on the edge of it right in front of you. He plucks the photo out of your hand and tosses it behind himself. “You passed with flying colors darling.”
You smile to yourself but that isn’t enough for him. He needs to see you. You feel his hand stroke your cheek and encircle your jaw, pulling you up to stand in front of him. His eyes glance down to study your lips – they were always his favorite part of you, they fascinated him to no end. He could kiss you right now, God he could just ravage those beautiful lips, but he wasn’t done with you quite yet, and so he asks his last and final question. “And your assignment?”
His head stoops down to nip at your neck, almost making you fall into him, but your arm shoots out to grip the desk. “Collect their client intel, their trade secrets, and then report back to you.”
If his mouth weren’t preoccupied, he would have reprimanded you for being too vague, but you tasted so good, and he couldn’t think straight. He leaves a trail of kisses up the side of your neck, along your jaw, and hovers just above your mouth, “We’ll destroy them from the inside out.” His voice is a chilling whisper sliding its way down your spine. The shiver that racks your body brings him to his senses. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips, and it’s superficial, but you knew his real goodbye would be given later that night.
He pushes you away and straightens up, fixing his tie which had loosened a bit too much for his taste. “Go get ready, it’s your last night here, and we have dinner reservations at seven.”
———————
Your closet was full to the brim and yet you still couldn’t pick an outfit. In Jaehyun’s presence you learned that appearances were everything. They make or break every deal, every relationship, and even though tonight was a casual event, you still had to prepare for anything.
Nothing too slutty, which ruled out half your wardrobe, but it had to be a dress because Jaehyun loved seeing you in dresses and it was your last night with him for who knows how long. It couldn’t be too sparkly or showy – tales of past assignments and good times are sure to be the topic of conversation, and you couldn’t have anyone listening too closely.
You settled on a knee-length wine-red number that had a slit up the left side. It was held together by thin, shoelace like straps, and it had the faintest bit of shimmer – it would pair well with the black red-bottoms you were just gifted.
The perfect piece to complete the outfit was the ring sitting on the nightstand table. It had a flat silver band and a small diamond at the top. It was Jaehyun’s promise ring to you. Not a promise for marriage, but a promise that he would always protect you, no matter what. He hasn’t shown any signs of breaking it and it’s been months since it was given to you.
You smile down at your ring finger and feel the familiar butterflies you got when thinking about him. He just had this way of worming himself into your heart and never leaving.
Your phone buzzes in your pocketbook and you dart to answer it.
WINWIN’s name flashed on the screen so you accept the call and put it on speaker, freeing your hands so you could touch up your makeup “You have about three minutes to get down here or we’re leaving you.” He sounded fed up.
“Okay, okay, I’m on my way.” You hang up on him and dash through the maze that was Jung Jaehyun’s house.
Seriously, you think, he could really use a map at each corner.
You finally break free of the stuffy mansion and stand outside, the sun beating down on you almost immediately. Winwin was leaning against the car – a matte black Rolls Royce that you knew was Jaehyun’s choice because he refused to ride in anything else. You wished he had picked the dark green Lamborghini, a gift from WinWin (who favored Italian cars over everything else), but alas he didn’t. At least this would fit everybody.
WinWin was beautiful for a male. His inky black hair was styled in an undercut, a few strands drooping onto his forehead to brush the top of his eyebrow. On unblemished skin sat a straight narrow nose, and below that, beautiful plush lips that always sat in a pout as if camera ready. He was tall and lithe and walked with the confidence of someone who could end your life in a millisecond.
Tonight, he was clad in a black glittery suit, probably Versace. His matching shoes had obviously been polished because they shined so bright you had to hide your eyes for a minute. What really took you aback was that he was wearing no undershirt, no loose button up underneath the suit jacket. Just like his face, his chest sat unblemished. He was too perfect, and it wasn’t fair.
He just needed to fix his attitude sometimes.
“Took you long enough,” he opens the door and gestures, “get in before we’re late to yourgoodbye dinner.”
From inside the car, you hear Jaehyun clear his throat, “Watch your tone Win.”
You climb inside the spacious vehicle and slide next to Jaehyun. The leather was hot and sticky, but nonetheless you settle back against it. The door shuts behind you as you peer at the others sitting across from you.
“Hey y/n long time no see.” Jungwoo smiles around the cigarette dangling loosely between his lips. He takes a few long drags and tosses the stick out of the window.
You’ve never seen him in formal clothes, but that was probably because he was rarely around. The last time you saw him he was in sweat shorts and a plain black t-shirt headed to carry out a mission for Chenle who was curled up sick in bed. He looked good though, with navy-blue slacks and a blue floral suit jacket to match. His golden hair was styled in loose curls, and a darker gold half crown was perched on the peak of his head – expensive taste as always.
“You really gotta quit those Woo.” Your smile back to him was genuine, but the corners of your mouth didn’t turn up the way they would on a normal night. Christ, you didn’t want to cry tonight, but the waterproof mascara wasn’t meticulously applied for nothing.
“Never” and with a wink of his honey amber eye he puts his air pods in and turns his attention to a video game on his phone.
The car starts and Winwin steers towards the estates exit. It was guarded by two fifteen-foot solid iron fences that only opened to winwins voice.
You look over to Chenle who has his eyes closed, head fallen back again the seat. He’s in the same plain black suit he wore to your parent’s funeral.
Oh fuck
You feel the hot prick of tears in the corner of your eyes.
He’s lost both of his parents and now he’s mourning the loss of his sister. “Of all the suits Lele?” your voice comes out in a cracked whisper.
He doesn’t open his eyes when he responds. “I don’t know if you’ll come back or not.”
You don’t know if you wanted to hit him or hold him, but you knew that comforting him wasn’t an option. “I’m gonna come back.”
Jaehyun grabs your hand and strokes your thumb, “She’s not going to be gone for long, okay?” You nestle your head onto his shoulder, thankful that he was at least trying to assure your younger brother of your survival.
Jungwoo pushes his nose further into the screen of his phone trying to avoid the situation.
“But we don’t know that for sure.” He sits his head up and you immediately recognize how bloodshot his eyes are – he’s been crying. “She could die trying to get recruited, hell, she could get shot while trying to talk to Taeyong.” He’s growing angrier, his body shaking. He wraps his arms around himself.
“Language.”
“Don’t tell me what to do Y/N.” sucking his teeth, he resumes his original position.
“You know I could die any day? Whether I’m here or not.” You watch helplessly as a single tear slides down his cheek.
“At least when you’re here I can keep an eye on you.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out his earbuds, putting them in to block out the rest of the conversation.
You shouldn’t be feeling hurt. He was right. You were the one leaving – abandoning him. The air was beginning to choke you. It was too stuffy in this car.
Jaehyun’s hand continues to stroke your thumb. From what you could see he was in a dark red fit that matched your dress. What a coincidence.
His phone disrupted your thoughts, “Ah business.” he mumbles, shrugging you off his shoulder to answer the call.
The rest of the car ride was held in silence.
———————
The atmosphere around the dinner table switched from absolute tension to complete ease the moment Renjun showed up.
He was mumbling apologies that you ended up waving off because you knew how busy he was. He worked at Seoul International Hospital as one of the top heart surgeons. To him, working for Jaehyun was merely a side job.
He supplied the narcotics that Chenle would turn into stronger, sometimes deadly, knockout drugs. It was easy money for him, so you didn’t blame him for having you at the back of his mind.
The dinner was absolutely wonderful. Everyone had their attention on you, asking you questions nonstop, probing you for stories that you didn’t have. It was a joyous, pleasant time, and even Chenle snapped out of his sour funk and joined the conversation.
When the food was delivered everyone dug in, hungry after a long day of working, but nearing the end you could tell they were ready to go.
Jungwoo kept checking his phone, Renjuns eyes were fluttering shut every few seconds, Chenle had become quiet again, and Winwin had already gone, sent off somewhere by Jaehyun.
The waitress comes over to tell you that the check had been taken care of by the owner – one of the many perks of knowing Jaehyun, everyone was indebted to him.
Stretching in your seat, Jaehyun extends a hand out to you, “My lady.” You take one more sip of the champagne in front of you and take his hand, straightening your dress with your other.
He walks with you, side by side, out of the restaurant whilst all the other tables stared at your group. You couldn’t blame them; you all were hot and dressed to the nines.
Even though night had fallen it was still scorching outside. The valet service off to your right was where you normally headed, but because Jaehyun had sent Winwin off with the car you were waiting on him to come back to the restaurant.
Renjun holds his arms out to you, waiting for an embrace, “I drove myself so I must be on my way, but I’m going to miss you y/n, make us proud and complete your assignment well.” His arms tighten around you, and you felt for the first time tonight a sense of peace.
“I won’t let you guys down.” From behind you, Jaehyun coughs and you feel Renjun smile into your shoulder.
“Sorry Jae, I’ll take my hands off your girl now.” And with a squeeze of your arm, he’s gone. You wonder when you’ll see him again, a few months? Years? Surely it wouldn’t be that long.
Your head jerks to the right.
No way
The dark green Lamborghini glides its way in front of you. The driver door opens and out steps Winwin. You squeal and dart to run your hand along the elegant car. “Your chariot has arrived.”
You can hear Jaehyun belly laugh behind you, “Get in princess.” You giddily climb in the back seat and wait for him to join you.
“How are we gonna get home?” Chenle mutters.
Jaehyuns tosses the Rolls keys over his shoulder before climbing in after you, and Jungwoo fumbles to catch them.
“How did winwin drive home to pick up her car if -” Chenle is cut off by the door closing.
You inhale the lovely smell of brand-new leather and settle back into your seat, ready for the relaxing, smooth-as-butter ride home, but Jaehyun had other plans in mind.
As Winwin climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine, Jaehyun maneuvers you so that you were underneath him. The car was small, but there was enough room for him to tower overtop of you.
You were taken by surprise, but you don’t say anything, just watch his eyes drag up your body and land on your lips. Again, with the lips, he couldn’t help it.
His index finger draws circles onto the skin of your thigh as he leans against your body to whisper in your ear, “I couldn’t tell you earlier, but you look really,” he lets out a breathless laugh, “really fucking good in that dress.
You appreciated this side of Jung Jaehyun. The vulnerable part of him. The part that let loose after a couple glasses of Scotch. He was much less insufferable this way.
“Well Mr. Jung Jaehyun,” Your hands slide against the flat expanse of his abdomen, moving to clutch the collar of his pink silk shirt. He was intoxicating to say the least, and maybe it was the three glasses of champagne talking, but you could feel yourself getting drunk off of him, “I wore it just for you.”
He closes the gap between your faces and melts into you, finally giving himself what he had been craving all night. Just a taste of you, a small resolve to the feelings he was having about losing you tomorrow. His lips move effortlessly with yours, in sync as they’d been the first night he had you, fucked you, bruised you, made you irrevocably his.
He bites your bottom lip, asking, no, demanding, for you to open up and let him taste you more, and you comply immediately. You feel his hand wrap lightly around your throat, his rings cold against your burning skin.
The soft erratic moans pouring out of you hum against his tongue, involuntarily making his fist squeeze tighter. He pulls away from you and takes a big gulp of breath, “you’re so fucking hot.”
Your face grows hot, not used to the praise from him, but then it hits you – he’s doing it for Winwins amusement, who since starting the car hasn’t uttered a single word. You gulp, eyes widening at the thought that winwin might be getting off on this too.
Between painting small bruises onto the skin of your neck he’s whispering dirty secrets into your ear. Most notably words of what he wanted to do to you. How he wanted you to get on your knees and suck him off but fuck he wanted you to open your legs so he could feel how wet you were for him. His teeth nip the side of your neck making you arch up against him.
With each whisper of his you feel yourself growing more and more needy. If Winwin wasn’t here you’d let him fuck you, fog up the glass and then do it again on the hood of the car, but you couldn’t – not yet.
“Jae please – oh fuck.” The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat made its way between your thighs. Rough fingers play with the edge of your panties, teasing you, but he doesn’t follow the roll of your hips into his palm. Instead, his hands fall away, and he straightens up, fixing his shirt and smoothing down his hair. You watch him and Winwin exchange smiles in the rearview mirror.
You whine, reaching your hands out to touch him, to pull him back down so that he can continue teasing you because fuck you didn’t care that Winwin was there anymore you just wanted to feel his fingers against you, but all he does is slap your hands away and grab your jaw, “Fix yourself, we’re almost home darling.”
You sit up and shimmy down your dress that had ridden its way up around the small of your waist and fix your hair that had been furiously rubbing against the seat and was now in some knotted mess.
“You look like a slut.” Jaehyun whispers and you hear Winwin chuckle from the driver’s seat.
Jaehyun’s estate was perched at the top of a hill, stark white marble, with ten-foot pillars on either side of the steps leading up to the golden French doors that he had replace the original black wood ones.
Winwin parks in front of the mansion and gets out to open your door, and when he does, Jaehyun grabs you and kisses you, teeth knocking against teeth and spit falling to stain your dress. The breath is knocked out of you and you accept Winwins hand to help you out of the car in a daze.
Jaehyun gets out behind you and even though you’re already halfway up the steps you hear him, his voice low and gravelly. “Sure you don’t want to stay and join?”
You scoff at him, at how unbelievable he could be sometimes.
Winwins voice comes out in soft laugh, “Thanks for the offer but I have to be at Doyoungs dealership in half an hour, he has a classic De Tomaso Pantera and he’s giving it to me for only two hundred.”
Your ears perk up at how such an expensive car could be going for so cheap, especially a classic, but then you realize he means grand. Two hundred grand.
“Alright, well, I’ll call you if I need you.” You hear them clasp fists.
Winwin yells after you, “Y/N, I’m gonna miss you girl, have a good time, and don’t let Jaehyun fuck up your legs tonight, okay?” You hear the smirk in his voice as you turn around.
“Shut up Win and go fuck some bitches for me.” Jaehyun walks up beside you and grabs your arm.
Before Winwin gets in the car, he’s shouting one last response, “oh that’s a given babe.”
You’re going to miss him.
Jaehyun unlocks the front doors by typing a series of numbers on a keypad, evidence that Chenle and Jungwoo hadn’t come home yet. They were probably joy riding trying to pick up chicks in the Rolls.
On another night Jaehyun would have cared, but not tonight. Tonight, he’s grateful for the empty house.
The door clicks open and Jaehyun leads you inside the house. He shrugs off his jacket and throws it on the bottom step of the spiral staircase in front of you.
Kicking off your heels you start to walk towards it, but you feel Jaehyun’s hand snake its way into the roots of your hair and pull you back against him.
“What the fuck,” you cry out, “That hurts Jae.”
His top lip curls up into a snarl, “I haven’t even started yet.” He pushes you down, so you were kneeling in front of him. The marble floor was cold, and it seeped into your skin. You were surprised by his brashness, but your hands weren’t, automatically coming up to rub the sides of his legs and brush the straining fabric of his pants.
“Tonight, I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to, so when you leave me to go live with a bunch of pretty boys you ache for my cock in you, understand?” the words leave him with such malice you feel yourself recoil.
God, you looked so pretty down there, knees bruising on his marble floors, patiently waiting for his cock in your mouth. It was true, what he said in the car, you looked like a slut. But you were his, and Winwin wasn’t supposed to laugh at that.
He hates when other men give you attention, couldn’t you see that?
“Understand?” You were taking a little too long to answer for his pace, so he crouches down to look you in the eyes.
“Yes – um, yes sir.” His eyes sparkled back at you, and even though he just hurt you, you would do anything for him in this exact moment.
“Good girl” he coos, his hand moving up to caress your porcelain cheek.
Your hands reach up to undo his belt, and he doesn’t stop you. He lets you undress him, take his cock in your hands, and stroke him, looking up at him the entire time.
“Suck.” He commands, and you have no choice but to oblige, taking him in your mouth and rubbing your tongue erratically.
His hands find their way into your hair, grabbing fistfuls so that he had something to grab onto. He unapologetically thrusts into your mouth making you gag around him.
“Fuck baby.” He loved hearing that sound.
Again and again, he thrusts, until your eyes were blurring with tears, and you wrenched your head away from him in an attempt to get a breath in.
“Can’t take it huh?” he coos.
“I can.” You pout, gasping for air.
He smiles down at you, “Well come on darling, let’s go upstairs.”
On the way to the bedroom, his hands never leave yours and you’re thankful for it. Thankful for the support.
When he gets to the room, he throws open the door and pushes you inside, towards the bed.
“Lay down princess.”
You do as he says and patiently wait for him to crawl overtop of you.
“How much do you like this dress?” He questions from across the room.
For a moment you wonder what he has in store, but then remember it’s best not to let your mind get the better of you in these types of situations.
“I think you like it better than I do.” You counter.
His face pops up from the side of the bed, and your eyes slide from his to what he was holding in his hands – a knife.
“I think you’re right about that.”
He takes a fistful of the dress and sticked the knife in it, dragging it down your body. The air was cold against your exposed skin.
“Fuck me.” You breathe.
“Don’t got to tell me twice.”
He hops up onto the bed beside you and tosses the knife onto the floor where he was just standing.
You were going to miss this the most.
———————
The next morning was a blur and the champagne you consumed last night was not helping in the slightest. At least Jaehyun had the decency to leave you a tiny blue pill that would eradicate your throbbing headache. Other than that, he was nowhere to be found while you were getting ready to leave the confines of his home for what could very well be months.
But as he always said, when business calls, you pick up.
Chenle and Jungwoo had also skipped out on the day of your leave, and when you walk outside you notice the Rolls was still missing.
They’re probably sleeping at a whore’s house, you thought.
The only one to greet you on your way, if only for a short ride, was Winwin.
“I’m glad to see you.” you slide into the passenger seat of the BMW. There was no need for extravagance today – no matter how much you looked the part.
Your hair was up in a complicated twist, small pieces falling down to frame your face, accentuating the curve of your jaw. Heavy diamond earrings dripped off your earlobes, matching the diamond necklace that sat at just the right length despite rubbing against the sore parts of your throat – the parts that had been in Jaehyuns hands most of the night. A beautiful dark blue dress, that was definitely meant to be a club dress, and a club dress only, hugged your body in all the right places.
It was going to be a fun evening.
The distance was short, but the ride seemed to stretch forever. You began to pick at your fingernails. What if this didn’t work? What if you couldn’t squeeze a place in Neo Culture? Taeyong surely wouldn’t reject you on the spot without assessing your skills, right? But then again, from what you’ve learned from Jaehyun, Taeyong could be cold and ruthless. There was a fair chance that you could end up missing tonight, just as Chenle feared, but you clamp down on your nerves. There would be no room for doubt. Not tonight.
You’ve been preparing for months on end. It would be easy. There was one steppingstone to getting to Taeyong, and then you would be in, welcomingly accepted into Neo Culture as one of their own.
You look out the window. City lights whipped by at a hundred miles an hour, blending in with the light rain that began to fall, it was beautiful, but nothing could prepare you from what you were about to see.
Lacuna, the most exclusive club in all of Seoul situated on a strip of more populated clubs lacking in luxury. The outside façade was two stories of dark black metal with strips of gold embedded to highlight the illuminated sign hanging just above the door. It sparkled with an intenseness brought out of heaven – or hell more likely, and the people lined up outside of the door, begging to be let in, begging to just have a taste of what was the normal for you, well, it added to the luxuriousness of the place. You could see flashes of purple and red neon lights spilling from the double doors guarded by two men in stereotypical suits and sunglasses.
As much as Jaehyun had talked about Lacuna, he had never actually brought you there. It was a shared space between and him and Taeyong, who even after the pact had to be in cohorts of some sort to settle financials for the two groups. It was the one place neither of them wanted to give up. So, it was turned into a neutral zone, a place for business.
Taeyong, however, loved to visit the club for amusement, and tonight just happened to be one of those nights.
Winwin pulled up to the curb and set the car in park, “Do well y/n” his eyes are sad, but the warm smile still made them crinkle at the corners.
“I promise.” You say, stepping out of the car, careful not to expose yourself to the people waiting to be let in. Your dress was insanely short, and if Jaehyun saw you in it, knowing that you were about to be dancing on one of the ‘pretty boys’ he warned you about, he would have thrown a fit.
The air outside of Lacuna was refreshing. The whipping wind blew scents of perfume mixed with liqueur in your direction. You could smell a burger joint further down the strip and your stomach rumbled.
Winwin pulls off from behind and you’re left with nothing but the clothes on your back, and a knife strapped on your hip.
Alright you’re a God in 3…2…1.
You strut up to the bouncers and flash them the sexiest smile you could muster. The people behind your mutter in protest, but you pay them no mind.
“What do you think you’re doing sweetheart? Back of the line.” The bouncer on the right looks down at you, an indiscernible look plastered on his plain face.
The one beside him scoffs, as if you had the audacity to even walk up to them.
“Do I need to call Taeyong? Let me in.” You continue to smile, your hand coming up to gesture at the doors. The bass thumped loudly from within the club, mimicking a heartbeat and definitely drowning out yours.
“I’ve never seen you with Taeyong. You’re not a friend of his,” he looks over at his buddy, “Not even one of his whores.”
They erupt in a fit of laughter and you feel your cheeks heat up in anger. You can hear a few of the people in line chuckling along with them even though they had no clue who Taeyong was.
This was not supposed to happen.
“You have about four seconds before I call him,” You drop your voice into a low whisper, “And trust me, he’ll have your heads blown off for denying me.” Both of their mouths turned down in a frown.
And just as you were about to pull out the phone you didn’t have, your savior steps beside you and tugs you close to his side. He must have drowned himself in axe body spray because when he throws his arm around you, it smacks you in the face, choking you.
“Yo, she’s with me.” The boyish lilt in his voice was calming. This was familiar territory. He was familiar.
“Are you sure Jaemin? I’ve never seen her with you before.” The guards give you a once over one last time.
“I’m sure,” you look up at him and see that he’s grinning down at you, “me and her… we go way back.” Pain flashes in his eyes, but just as quick as you saw it, it’s gone.
“Alright,” the guards step aside, leaving a narrow way into the club, “sorry about that miss.”
You give a small smile and slip past them into the small hallway.
You had memorized Lacunas ins and outs. Not only the main floors, but the hidden rooms and pathways that were reserved for Jaehyun and Taeyong only. You go through them mentally to recap, just as Jaehyun had taught you.
Black exposed brick with matching linoleum tiles led to a staircase which brought guests down to the first of three levels. It was the dance floor, with multicolored squares, which lit up in sync to whatever pop song was playing, hundreds of sweaty, semi-famous people could grope and grind on each other. Against the right wall was a dark oak bar in the shape of an L, with three finely groomed bartenders, and thirty-two seats exact. Just beyond the end of the bar were the bathrooms. In the left corner was the VIP section, or what the locals outside thought was VIP. They could order bottle service and topless women who were not named strippers, but ‘catered servers. Surrounding the dance floor were at least forty assorted chairs and couches so that those who were slick with sweat and hurting feet could take a rest. There was a small balcony that surrounded the top of the room, where the mechanics and engineers could get to incase of a break in the lights or sound system, but other than that, it was a pretty open room.
To the locals waiting outside, this was the only floor of Lacuna opened to guests. They were wrong. Those wishing to drop down to the second level had to pay a fee of ten grand. Only the richest of the rich, and friends of Taeyong and Jaehyun could get down to this floor. Lucky for you, you wouldn’t be exploring it tonight, but from what you heard, it would be… unfavorable should it ever get leaked to the public. With naked girls and private rooms, prostitution was only one of the ways Taeyong made his dirty money.
The last and final level was where Taeyong and Jaehyun conducted business. From what Jaehyun described, it was a plain, one room, sitting area. With black leather couches sitting opposite of each other and red walls, a small liquor cart to the side, and soundproofed walls, it was a haven in the midst of chaos. No one went in there but Taeyong and Jaehyun, and that was only on rare occasions. You would never be invited there, that was a given.
The only floor you’d have the pleasure of visiting tonight was the first one, and you had no problem with that. Unfortunately, your focus has been skewed from its original mission since your ex decided to make an unannounced rescue.
His arm is still around you as you make your way through the open hallway.
“What are you doing here.” His niceness, a façade for the guards, is dropped.
“I’m here to have a good time of course.”
His lips were only inches from your ear while you walk down the steps and onto the main floor, “You could have gone to a thousand other clubs, why Lacuna?”
When you try to turn towards the bar he pulls you in the opposite direction, leading you to the elevated VIP section. NO! You had to go to the bar and find Taeyong, but the grip on your arm was too tight for you to pull away. In truth, you could have pulled a knife on him, but this was Taeyongs guys, and your ex. You’d have to play it cool.
He pulls out a small ID card and flashes it to the bouncers guarding the steps, not stopping his stride.
The black leather is sticky against your skin when you sit down. It was slightly uncomfortable, and it didn’t help that you had to move every couple of seconds to keep you dress from riding up.
You roll your eyes, “It’s the biggest club in Seoul.”
The answer apparently didn’t satisfy him as you could just barely make out the click of his tongue over the thumping bass, “Okay so why are you here? You know this is where I do business.”
“God Jaem, why does it matter.”
“Don’t call me that anymore,” He yanks his hand back, “You lost the right to call me that when you broke my heart y/n.”
“Are you still upset? I told you – “You turn to lecture him about how that was years ago, but all of a sudden a smirk makes its way on his face.
This was the first time you actually got to look at him tonight. His tan skin and pearly white teeth were sure to drive the lady’s crazy, but what really took the cake was the one dangly earring hung low off his left earlobe. He was dressed in a white button up, the top three buttons undone, and bright red dress pants, with… were those Louis Vuitton dress shoes?
Way to level up on the fit game Jaemin.
“Nah, I’m just busting your balls.” He grabs his belly in a laugh that sent his earring reeling, “You should have seen your face.” He settles back against the couch and locks eyes with you. The red and purple lights cast shadows on his sharp face.
“For real though, why are you here? I haven’t seen you in forever!” his natural charm was making its way towards you like a poison that could cloud your mind. It was always his best asset. “You look great by the way, and I don’t mean that in an ex-boyfriend ‘I want you back’ kinda way.” His drifting eyes make their way over your body, up and down in an attempt to once over you, but when his gaze landed on the skin of your upper thighs, the once over became a more-than-once over.
“I’m actually here to talk to Taeyong. I’ve been drifting in and out of the business, doing assignments here and there,” You have to raise your voice slightly for him to hear you over the loud techno song playing, “but I really want something more solid now. Something permanent.”
It was so, so satisfying to see his eyes go wide at the mention of his boss, “Why Taeyong?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I heard that he was good to his people.”
“Heard this where? From whom, may I ask?” He pulls out a box of Altoids from his pocket and gestures towards you, but you wave him off.
Him and his fucking mints.
A half-naked server interrupts your conversation, carrying two fruity looking cocktails in her hands. “So sorry to bother you Mr.Na, but these are from the gentlemen at the bar.” She places both of the cold drinks on the small table in front of you, “He said to send your friend over when the two of you are done exchanging conversation.”
She stands there for a moment until Jaemin reaches one hand into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a crisp roll of hundred-dollar bills, handing her at least five, “Very well then. Thank you for the relaying the message Celeste.” He hands her a couple more bills, “I’ll be looking forward to my private dance later.”
“Of course, Jaemin. I’ll be in room four as always.” They exchange a wink, and she walks off, ass swaying back to the bar.
Your insides freeze when you realize who she was walking towards. Bright pink hair falling into his eyes, a diamond bracelet dangling from the small of his wrist, a matching necklace to go with it. One hand wrapped around the base of a scotch glass filled with the dark amber liquid that fell from his mouth and landed on the dark green material of his suit. You watch him pick up a napkin and dab at the stain, and you could tell he knew you were looking at him. He was purposefully averting eye contact.
He knew you were here, but that didn’t shock you as much as it should have. He had eyes and security crawling all over this place, he probably knew the minute you got out of the car, the exact second you stepped foot on the sidewalk. What took you by surprise was the fact that he thought he knew who you were.
We’ll see about that.
You shift your attention back to Jaemin and answer his question, “I just heard about him while I was completing a job once. I don’t remember the guy or his face, just that he talked very highly of Taeyong.”
Jaemin stuffs the roll of hundreds back into his pocket alongside the box of Altoids, “And how did you know he was going to be here tonight?”
“Looks like he knew I was going to be here first.” The hundreds of people dancing on the multicolored floor were lost in the world of smoke, alcohol and sweat. You wonder how they could be so oblivious to what went on in the same exact building they were losing consciousness in, “Come on Jaemin, you know how I know. It’s all part of the job.”
“To be honest Y/N, after our breakup, I didn’t think you’d be in the business anymore. I thought you’d finally move on since you had such a problem with what I did for a living…” he wipes his sweaty hands on the thighs of his pants.
“You taught me everything I know Na Jaemin. I couldn’t move on from that,” It was such a lie, you almost started laughing in his face. It was Jung Jaehyun who had taught you everything you knew. Carefully crafted and molded you into the person you were, the killer you were. “Plus, I needed a way to make cash fast since it was just me and Chenle.”
The corner of his eyes crinkle in a smile, “How is he doing?”
“I haven’t seen him in months.” Another lie.
Was it really so farfetched of a lie though? Chenle skipped meals, stayed in his room during the day and went out every night. It was as if he had been missing for months. It was only because he knew your departure from the group would be soon, and you knew that he was trying to separate himself from you to save his emotions. Just like in the car, he was prematurely mourning you.
His smile drops immediately, and his gaze shifts to the side, “Y/N, I’m sorry…”
“Really, no need for that Jaemin. I’m sure he’s fine.” You knew he was fine. He was probably at home playing racing games with Winwin, if not out on an assignment for Jaehyun. Actually, what was the date? The seventh? Ten would be flying in soon. They were probably headed to the airport to pick him up.
“I’m sure he is too,” He pats your knee, trying to comfort you, but all he manages to do is smear his sweat onto you.
Gross
“But I must ask how me and my team haven’t heard of you? We cover all the way to the border. How come your name hasn’t been brought up before?”
There it is. The number one question of the evening. The question that you and Jaehyun have had to prepare for and set up months, even a year in advance.
You grab the drink that was beginning to melt and slyly drop a small tab that Renjun had given to you, into it. If it were drugged, the tab would turn bright green and fizz up, if not, it would simply dissolve. Unfortunately for you, Jaemin knew your tricks and saw.
“You really think Taeyong would drug you?” He takes the drink out of your hand and takes a sip, pausing for a moment and then shooting a condescending glare that said, ‘see, told you so.’
“A person can never be too careful,” You snatch the drink back from him and gulp it, “but to answer your question, use a fake name and lie to old, filthy rich men and there’s nothing you can’t get away with.”
“I’ll believe it.”
Out of the corner of your eye you see Taeyong shift in his seat. His eyes scan the crowd almost hungrily until they land on you. He offers a sweet smile, but you don’t return it. Just looking him in the eyes gives you chills. Jaehyun always told you he was a cold and ruthless business partner who’d make anybody that was a threat to him, and his business disappear out of thin air, but looking at him right now, with his pink hair and skinny body… where was the threat? You knew you shouldn’t underestimate one of the top leaders in this kind of business, but, really, where was the threat?
Your eyes flit back to Jaemin’s, willingly giving him more information that would help elaborate on your cover story, “Have you heard of Kora Gene?”
“Yeah, she’s one of the best assassins in the country,” He slides over closer to you, hips almost pressed together, so a girl, who you saw eyeing him the entire time, could sit down and pretend to be on her phone, “Do you know her?”
You’d be lying if you said the close contact didn’t make your heart skip a beat. Not in a romantic way. You just haven’t been this close to him in so long, it felt weird.
“That’s my business persona. I am her” You watch Taeyong chuckle into his glass as if he could hear you, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Jaemin was mic’d up right now.
“No shit.” His eyes go wide, mouth dropping to form a shocked ‘O’, “Me and my team were planning to go looking for you to try and recruit you.”
The song playing stops for a brief moment, enveloping the club in sounds of shuffling feet, glasses clinking, and girls squealing, and begins playing one of your favorite songs.
DJs got taste.
“And here I am trying to get recruited. I guess things work out when they’re meant to be.” You were getting restless, and you could tell Jaemin was too. He probably wanted to go to room four so he could receive his ‘private dance’ from Celeste. In fact, you knew he wanted to go because he starts fiddling his fingers together, he was itching to run his hands over her skin while she shook her ass for him, and ground down all against him so that he was begging her like he did for you, and then when he finally -
Whoa. Stop thinking y/n
Your cheeks are hot when he speaks up, “I guess I should let you go talk to Taeyong cause every couple seconds he looks over here and I’m pretty sure that’s his third glass of scotch.”
A breathy laugh slips past your lips, “It was nice catching up with you Jaemin.”
Your hand is thrust out in a small attempt at a handshake, but Jaemin turns it down. “So formal,” he laughs and shakes his head, “well then good luck, I’ll stop him if he tries to put a bullet in your brain.”
“I’d gladly appreciate that.” At least he still had your back. Unless he didn’t really mean it. Would he let Taeyong kill you?
Short answer: no.
Long answer: there was no way that would even become a situation, because after hours upon hours of studying the man you were about to sitting in front of and talking to, you knew he didn’t get his hands dirty. That’s why he recruited other men, to do his work for him.
What’s the point in underlings if you have to do everything yourself? What’s the point of being the boss, the leader, the shot caller.
As soon as you stand up to leave, a drunk couple immediately claims your spot on the couch, furiously making out. You look at Jaemin one last time and see him wiggling his eyebrows. With a roll of your eyes, you walk down the steps and make your way to the bar.
This was nerve wracking, and you can’t help twisting the ring around your finger that Jaehyun had given you. God, you wished you were home and lying next to him in bed. Instead, you were pushing past young men whose hands were grabbing and tugging on your waist. One kid goes as far as wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest.
“Fuck off.” You curse. He shoves you away and continues dancing with another girl who had fallen victim to his clutch.
If Jaehyun were here to witness that, the kid would have had his head blown off. No. Jaehyun would have had Ten torture him and Winwin drop him somewhere in the Han River after burning his entire body to a crisp.
No trace, no crime.
Taeyong should surely know that quote, after all, he came up with it.
Finally pushing through the thick of the crowd, you were only a couple strides away from him. He was fully facing the bar now and the stool next to him was empty, calling you forward to take a seat and sell your soul to the devil.
The bartender, sporting a name tag with Alice written on it, has leant over the counter to talk to him. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her shirt.
You catch the tail end of their conversation when you walk up, “… be my pleasure sir.” She makes eye contact with you when she leans in to whisper in his ear, “I promise I’ll be a very good girl.”
You hear his clear his throat, his voice breaking a bit, and it takes everything in you not to laugh.
“Good evening Mr. Lee” You slide in next to him, and adjust yourself, leaning one arm on the counter and turning your body to fully face his.
His side profile bares a charming grin without looking at you, “Really, Y/N, no need for the formalities,” he swivels his chair so he’s facing your way, “It isn’t necessary for this… exchange.”
You were shocked but not surprised that he knew your name, “So Jaemin was mic’d up.”
The grin falls flat, “You knew?”
“I’d like to say that I’m very aware of my surroundings.” A feeling of accomplishment washes over you at stunning the so-called leader in front of you.
“And I’d say that you’re just a good guesser.” He dips one of his fingers in his drink and swirls it around the glass.
“Maybe.”
“What were you talking about?” Taking his finger out of the scotch glass, he brings it to his lips and sucks off the excess liquid.
Isn’t that what girls did to get the attention of a man?
“You were eavesdropping on our conversation long enough to catch my name,” You were entering dangerous territory by speaking to him this way, but hopefully he took it as light banter, “Shouldn’t you know what we were talking about?”
“I wasn’t, I promise,” He chuckles, “The mics we use aren’t communication devices. They record everything and send it back to our database so that if one of us end up missing, we have a recording of everything that went down.”
That was actually pretty smart. Jaehyun would have never thought about that.
Even then, it still begged the question, “Then how do you know my name?”
“You’re his ex, right?” He gestured towards where you and Jaemin had been sitting. With a quick glance you realize he wasn’t there anyone.
Probable with Celeste.
“Yeah, but I don’t understand, we broke up before he joined your group?” A booming thump comes from the speaker as one of the top KRNB songs comes on. The crowd screams in unison which jars you a bit but locking eyes with Taeyong and it’s as if you were the only two in the club.
“We needed a list of all the potential enemies he could have, and you were one of them.” his eyes wash over your body, “Besides, it’s hard to forget a face like yours.”
Completely ignoring his looks, you were taken aback, “An enemy? Me?”
Does this mean they were watching you after the breakup? They must have had eyes on you. He said that no one forgot a face like yours. That means he’s seen you before. Did he know that you were with Jaehyun? Or did they only keep tabs on you for a couple months before determining that you were no threat to their operations?
He just shrugs his shoulders, “So what were you talking about?”
“You, actually.” A glass full of a bright blue liquid is slid in front of you.
“Ah, was I really the topic of conversation? I’m blushing y/n” he picks up his glass and downs the remaining scotch without expression when a similar drink is slid in front of him.
You know that burns Taeyong.
“Not to burst your bubble but it wasn’t directly you, but rather Neo Culture.”
He flicks an eyebrow up waiting for you to continue.
“I think I could be valuable to your team.” You shift in your seat, “There aren’t many women in this industry, and none as good as me. I’m sure you’ve heard of Kora Gene.”
“Yes, she’s been mentioned a few times to me.” He pauses for a moment, “let me guess, that’s you?
A smile creeps on your face, “yeah it is.”
“Alright then let’s cut to the chase. I know who you are, and you obviously know who I am. What are you here for? Money? Protection?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and look at you with tired eyes.
You scoff at his audacity, “I make more money than I need, and it’s funny that you think I need protection. I’ve earned my place in this field of work, I deserve the name I made for myself, I’m simply tired of working alone and your team could fix that.”
He’s done more business deals than you could imagine. Your pitch to him was just that, a pitch, and if he didn’t accept then you would probably be killed. He knew you knew too much about him.
“Me and my so called ‘team’ as you say, aren’t just that. Yes, we handle business together, but we’re a family. That’s what you’re looking for?" You can tell that you’ve piqued his interest. He’s never had a female work for him. There were so many ways he could use you with his line of work.
“Something like that.” You lift your drink to your lips and sip slowly, making sure to look him in his eyes.
There were so many ways he could use you.
He straightens up in his seat and adjusts the bracelet on his wrist, “I trust you’re not mic’d and waiting to ambush me and my family y/n?
You put the drink down and lick your lips, “Do you want to check for yourself?” your hands slide up the bodice of your dress, and you part your legs.
His adams apple bobs up and down when he gulps, “I would rather not, but I think it’s best that before we get any further into tonight you know who’s on my, ‘team’” He puts air quotes around the word,” Of course, you’ll meet them formally tomorrow if you do end up passing my sort of… initiation of trust tonight.”
He turns his chair and points to the corner of the dance floor, “That one in the striped button down, the black and pink one, is Haechan.”
The blonde kid was having a hard time catching the ass that was being thrown back against him, but nevertheless he had his tongue stuck between his teeth in concentration. He was an alright looking kid, surprisingly young looking to be in this sort of life, but then again, you weren’t that old yourself.
“He looks like he’s having fun.” You snort, folding your arms across your chest. This was the time to drink in all the information to report back to Jaehyun. All you needed were their secrets.
Easy Peasy.
“Yes, tonight wasn’t supposed to be work related,” Taeyong says, a smirk fighting its way onto his face, “he’s definitely having fun.”
You can feel the eyes watching you then, pouring their iciness into your soul, and when you skirt his eyes, you find it hard to catch your breath. “What about the one that’s staring bullet holes in me.”
A boy who looked older than Haechan was looking intently at you and Taeyong from across the dance floor. His head was high, narrowed eyes peering down the bridge of his nose. The leather jacket perched on his broad shoulders had to be filled with guns, no doubt. He had one tucked into the back of his waist band, you knew that from the way he stood – only his shoulders touching the walls to not set any of them off. If you hadn’t done extensive of research, you might have been taken aback, but you knew his intense demeanor was all an act. That didn’t mean you could be careless though. His trust was going to be the hardest to get.
“That would be Jeno,” Taeyong nods his head in his direction, and only then does Jeno take his eyes off you, “I’ll have to talk to him before we leave so that he knows your off limits for tonight.” He grabs his drink and swallows the rest of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. This time he grimaces but you were almost sure it was at the prospect of talking his wannabe guard dog down and not the burning alcohol sliding down his throat.
He had definitely piqued your interest with his terminology, “Off limits?”
Looking up from his lashes, Taeyong’s eyes gleam in pride, “He tends to be a little on edge when it comes to outsiders interacting with me. It’s nothing more than that.”
So Jeno is the one that watches Taeyong’s every move, ready to kill in an instant for his leader. His family, as Taeyong put it.
His eyes move from yours as he scans the club looking for one more person, the one you were excited to meet the most.
“Ah there he is, the one walking out of the bathroom is Yuta.” A tall man with long hair walks by, one arm tugging a girl behind him. Her hair was mussed up, dress haphazardly slipping off her shoulder. When she passes, you can see that her zipper was broken, and she was holding it together with her free hand. Yuta looks at you for a split second and then turns back to the girl behind him, obviously occupied. “And you’ve already met Jaemin.”
“I’ve known Jaemin for a long time.” You smile wryly.
Taeyong holds a finger up as if remembering something, “You won’t meet Mark tonight, but no worries, if you’re still alive by Monday, you’ll have a pleasant time meeting him.”
His abruptness takes you aback, slumping your shoulders and pushing you back in your seat, almost like a physical hand. You gulp air down, hoping that it isn’t evident on your face just how scared you were.
You should be scared anyway. You knew that if they killed you Jaehyun would start and all out-gang war.
He saw that worry on your face, and at a weak attempt at consoling you, he says, “This is business y/n, it hasn’t become personal yet.”
“Of course.” You understood how the business works.
“Excuse me while I go talk to Jeno about this, enjoy a drink on me?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls a roll of hundreds just like Jaemin had. He takes a few and slips them onto the counter before stepping away to slip between dancing couples to talk about your fate with Jeno.
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You don’t know how long you sat there, aimlessly pretending to sip drinks to provide the illusion that you were doing exactly what Taeyong had said without getting drunk.
Maybe that was his intentions. Get you drunk enough to where you were pliable under his command. Whatever the case may be, you weren’t that stupid.
When he had walked away, your eyes never left him. He had sat down next to Jeno, whose eyes were still staring daggers into your own, and only did they break when Taeyong put a hand on the youngers shoulder.
An uneasy feeling had unfolded in your stomach when looking him in the eye. He had the stare of a killer, but then again, didn’t they all?
Taeyong had sat there for a few before dragging Jeno away, up the stairs and to what you could only assume was the outside of the club. If you hadn’t of known better, you would have thought they had abandoned you, but Haechan was still grinding away on the dancefloor, and so you knew they were only conversing – maybe sharing a cigarette.
You were itching to call Jaehyun right now and tell him everything. Spill every last drop of information you had gathered, but when you really thought about it, you had nothing yet. Nothing of worth, at least, and so you sat. And you sipped drinks aimlessly, eyes scanning the club for the other members scattered throughout, and hands playing with the hundred-dollar bills Taeyong had laid on the counter.
It was funny how frivolous they seemed to be with their money. As if they didn’t have a care in the world. Really though, who carried around a roll of hundreds in their pocket, no matter if you were strapped or not? Odd. Really odd.
Jaehyun had never done that.
A hand lands on your shoulder and you flinch. You don’t turn around. You knew they’d come to you. And just as you had that thought a pair of lips find their way to your ear.
“Come outside.” He yells over the blaring music.
His hand moves from your shoulder, all the way down your arm and settles in the palm of your hand, helping you up from the stool.
The uneasy feeling in your stomach disappears as you realize its Jaemin, hair slightly disheveled and top holding on by one button. His glittering smile sends your heart slamming in your chest, but you brush it off as being the bit of alcohol you had consumed.
He must’ve had a good time with Celeste if he was looking like that.
You follow him willingly, through the throngs of people dancing and up the stairs, down the hallway in which you had come early and finally out into the hot evening air.
There was still a significant amount of people in line, though not as many as before; those probably filtering off after realizing they were never going to get into Lacuna.
Across from the entrance was a Mercedes van and from your spot halfway in the club’s entrance, you can see bright pink hair in the driver’s seat.
A van.
They brought a van to a club.
“So, none of you were planning on bringing bitches home, hm?” You joke halfheartedly, and Jaemin chuckles.
He tugs on your hand, bringing you closer to the vehicle, “Yong prefers us not to bring anyone back when we have assignments the next day.”
Interesting.
Work and play are separate, but there are still boundaries. Efficient. You liked it.
Jaemin climbs in before you, heading to the last row of three, and takes a seat. You follow suit, one hand holding your dress so that nobody in line got a free show.
No one else was in the car. Just you and Taeyong and Jaemin, and somehow, you liked it that way.
“Close the door.” Taeyong mumbles, shifting the van into drive and pulling away from the curb, barely giving you time to register what he asked.
You fumbled for the handle and pulled it closed. “What about the others.”
Jaemin smiles, “They drove separate.”
“They’ll meet us there.”
Taeyong closes off the sentence, leaving no more room for questions, and only room for you to wonder where this ominous ‘there’ was.
Were you going to their house? Base? Whatever they called it. Jaehyun had called his the ‘Jung Estate’, but you had just called it home.
Was he taking you to some kind of test? Were you going to have to get your hands dirty tonight? You wanted to prove yourself, lord knows it was the only reason you were here right now, but did you really want to get your hands bloody? Clean up a murder?
Maybe they were taking you to get dinner? It wasn’t as late as you had thought, with one glance to the dashboard it was only brushing midnight.
You decided to calm your mind, and sit back, head resting against the headrest, face turned towards the large side windows. The town was a blur, lights and people and sounds melding into one long streak.
No one spoke for the whole ride. Not until Taeyong slowed the car to a stop and rolled down the window to talk to a security guard.
“Only be a minute.”
“Yuta came through already.”
“Yes, Jaemin and a Guest.”
“I see…”
You look around and see a bright orange glowing sign that read ‘Private Parking’. You were at a parking garage? On the west end of the city, nonetheless. Thoughts were moving through your head at a million miles an hour. Was he going to have you jump? Shoot someone off the top? See how long your range was?
“Be careful”
“Always am Taem” And with that he’s driving, up and around and straight and up and around and straight – passing the levels like they were nothing. Up and Up and Up until your free of the stuffy garage and at the top – the roof, overlooking the west end of Seoul.
Ahead of you were three cars lined up. An orange Lamborghini, a yellow Ferrari, and an Audi A6 – expensive taste, but good quality cars.
Sitting on the hood were the owners. It took everything in you to stop the reappearance of your earlier drinks, not wanting to paint the Mercedes interior a bright blue.
Taeyong brings the van to a stop in front of the three cars and gets out, opening the sliding door for you and Jaemin.
“Let’s go.”
Hesitantly, you climb out, the air hot on your exposed skin. The orangish glow of streetlamps light the cracked concrete as you walk over to where the others were.
Jeno, his ink black hair blowing in the brisk wind was leaning against the matching Audi. He favored speed, how… fitting.
Haechan, drunk and stumbling, wasn’t attached to any particular car, but rather held up by Yuta, whose hand was twisted harshly into the fabric of his button up.
“Oh, come on,” Jaemin groans from behind you, “did you let this drunk fool drive my car.” You can hear the cringe in his voice.
Yuta grits his teeth, “Well, I didn’t really have an option did I Jaemin? I can’t drive both.”
“Don’t worry Jaem, I wasn’t going to crash it. Jeno would kill me if I crashed it.” Haechan was slurring his words, making it almost impossible to hear him. You were surprised he was still standing.
Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, “Shit, I’ll drive it back.”
“Quiet.” Taeyong all but whispers, “We have some business to take care of.”
Your eyes lock onto the back of his suit and watch him walk between you and the other three guys.
Jeno’s eyes never leave you, but Yuta casts one uninterested glance your way and is dragged back to keeping Haechan from taking a nosedive off the side of the building.
You would have laughed if it were any different scenario.
“This is Y/N, formerly known as Kora Gene, –” Yutas eyes snap up in your direction, attention grabbed. “ She wants to partner with us. Become one of us. Live with us, dine with us, do jobs like us.”
Taeyong isn’t looking at anyone when he speaks, only the ground, yet he was smiling bitterly.
“You all know the initiation test she has to pass.” He lifts his head up to look at you, “I’m going to give you a single order. If you can complete it, you’re in. If you can’t, well” He chuckles, hand going to back of his waistband.
He draws out a sleek nine mm Glock and takes off the safety, gliding the barrel right between your eyebrows.
You don’t flinch. You don’t even move. You do shiver.
It’s been a minute since you’d had a gun pressed up against you.
“I guess we’ll have to kill you.”
You hear someone behind him chuckle, and you guess it’s Jeno. The only one sadistic enough to find amusement in the prospect of blowing your brains out.
Taeyong pulls the gun back and offers it to you, handle first, and you take it from him.
This wasn’t the first time you had held a gun, nor the second or the third. You’ve shot a gun, in fact, you were good at it, great, even. You could have taken Jeno in a shooting match right then and there and probably would have won, but this wasn’t the time for competitions.
“Yuta.” Taeyong says softly.
The man comes to stand next to him, dragging Haechan behind him.
“Woah!” Haechan yelps as Yuta grabs both of his arms and locks them behind his back. He kicks the back of his legs out from under him, forcing the younger boy to fall on his knees.
“Hands behind your head Hyuck.” Yuta steps off to the side leaving the kid on his own.
Hyuck? That must be a nickname.
The younger boys’ eyes were wide, from both alcohol and adrenaline you were sure, “What’s going on Yong?”
His question was ignored as Taeyong was looking at you pointedly.
“Ready for your task?”
His voice is calm, smooth, unnaturally so as you had a loaded weapon in your hands.
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak, because surely your task couldn’t be what you thought it was, right? Surely Taeyong wouldn’t ask you to –
