assassin!lee minho x afab!reader // word count: 4.8k
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: dark content (do not read if uncomfortable), kidnapping, drugging, minor character death, mentions of blood
note from author: this is my first published work after a long hiatus, hope you like it <3
Minho has never been proud of what he is. It is just the cards that life dealt him, the product of his raising. It is what’s expected of him. He was proud, however, to be the best assassin in his family. He lived to see the glimmer of resentment in his father’s eyes whenever he got to the kill first. Minho was always smarter, always stealthier, always quicker, and always cleaner. His father began Minho’s training at the mere age of 4 and by the age of 7, Minho had successfully poisoned a rank 3 target. He always swore to surpass his father, for if he had to be what he was, he would always make sure his father regretted it.
Minho’s siblings were decent assassins, but only his eldest brother came close to his skill. As the youngest of four, Minho literally fought to survive his childhood. For as his father says, “if any of you are weak enough to get killed by one another, you’re too weak to be in this family.” Minho has never attempted on his siblings, another trait that he is proud to provoke his father with. Minho didn’t need to prove that he was the best.
It was currently 8:21 pm. Minho was perched on the rooftop of an apartment, overlooking the city. He enjoyed the view. The dark sky contrasted with the lights of the city, as if the stars had all descended to the streets, leaving the sky to remain as an endless void. After a deep inhale, he glanced at his watch again. 8:23. In seven minutes, an heiress to some royal family (Minho never cared for these details of the jobs) would arrive home for the night. And that was when Minho would make his move.
A chill swept through the air, carrying the scent of the freshly baked croissants at the next door bakery. Minho’s beanie and jacket kept him warm, along with his gloves and face mask. But, as he shifted slightly, the icy blade pressed into his skin at his waistline sent a different chill through his body. Maybe he wasn’t proud of his career, but he couldn’t deny there was a rush of excitement with every job he accepted. It was in his blood. He was born to be a monster.
8:28. He heard the growling engine growing louder, shifting himself flat against the roof to avoid detection as the car pulled up. Even being 3 stories up, Minho’s observant eyes peered over the tiles to inspect the scene below. The driver got out of the car, heading to the rear passenger door and opening it. And out stepped you.
Minho never showed emotion. His ruthless family would use it against him, so he learned to keep his expression neutral and his body language in check. But when he saw you, his eyebrows betrayed him with the slightest twitch. You were adorned in a luxurious black gown, the chiffon skirt cascading around your legs, the sleeveless bodice framing your figure. Minho blinked to clear his thoughts, watching as you entered the apartment, another man getting out of the car and tailing you. An employee of your father’s, most likely.
Minho remembers the job description: “mafia family heir, to be captured for ransom, then killed. Rank 1.” The ranks justified the difficulty of a job. But rank 1s were saved for kings and queens themselves or other jobs of that severity. Family members and heirs were usually ranked 2 or 3, depending on the security and relations. So what made you special? His curiosity urged him to get closer to you and, convincing himself that it was simply the next move for the job, his body complied.
Minho slid down the roof slanting onto the upper balcony, swiftly tucking into the shadows again. Like the professional he was, Minho had already surveyed the apartment and knew the layout. A 3-story apartment in a small community, tucked away between other similar apartments and a bakery. Expensive, but relatively hidden, blending in with the other buildings along the street. He quickly picked the lock, taking advantage of the precious minutes between your employee disabling the alarm and resetting it as he slipped inside.
He had expected a bedroom as luxurious as the dress you wore, but was surprised to find the place rather simply designed and decorated. You had books and clothes scattered about, an easel in the corner, a stuffed rabbit on your bed. It looked…normal. Not like the bedroom of a mafia heir. And he’s seen a couple of those in his life.
Footsteps ascending the stairs broke him from his thoughts. He carefully crouched behind the easel. Even if you had turned the lights on, the shadow from the bookcase next to him was perfect cover. He had planned every move accordingly. And now, he waited.
Minho listened carefully to the noises outside the door, pleased to find the walls weren’t thin. He strained his ears to pick up on your words. You sounded upset, but he couldn’t make out why. Minho didn’t flinch as you flung the door open, nor when you slammed it shut and turned on the light. He sat perfectly still, eyes just being able to see your figure between the easel and the corner of the bookcase.
You threw yourself onto the bed, hands working to rid yourself of your jewelry. Minho could easily swipe your earrings after his job was done - they were obviously worth a hefty penny. But Minho never cared for money. His grandfather started this family business for money, then fame once his children showed aptitude to follow his footsteps. His father continued the legacy for the same reasons. His siblings would’ve swiped your earrings, your necklace, your rings, and hell maybe even the gown after they were done with you. But not Minho. He only cared about getting the job done.
You stood, catching his full attention again. His eyes followed your every move as you made your way to your closet. You slipped your heels off, throwing them into the corner before grabbing a tee shirt. Your delicate hands reached for the zipper at the back of your dress. Minho politely shifted his gaze, keeping his pupils glued on your calves as the dress plummeted to the floor. He watched you throw the oversized shirt on in his peripherals, the hem reaching the tops of your thighs, not leaving much to the imagination. He tried to avoid seeing your underwear, not understanding why he was feeling some sense of nerves.
Minho has been a professional assassin for over a decade. He had forgotten what nerves were. But as you turned slightly, his eyes took in your face up close, and his heart skipped a beat. You were beautiful. As you grew closer, Minho’s muscles tensed. His fingers naturally found the hilt of his knife. He was a professional, he wouldn’t let you distract him from his job, no matter how much your eyes made his pulse quicken.
Suddenly, your door swung open, stopping you in your tracks. “Y/n, your father is on the pho-“
“I don’t want to talk to him.” You hissed, returning to plop on your bed.
The man from the car took a tentative step into the room. “Will you please not be difficult, Y/n. You knew this day would come.”
You shoved your face into the pillows with a groan. If Minho wasn’t perfectly controlled, he would’ve let a chuckle slip out. Minho had only ever met two types of heirs: stuck up and spoiled or meek and polite. Your childishness was interesting. The man tried to sneak closer to you with the phone, but you jumped up and shoved him out the door. “Leave me alone!” The door slammed shut. Minho watched you return to the bed, grabbing your rabbit and sighing deeply.
Hundreds of jobs over the years. Hundreds of faces that Minho has seen, lives he’s heard, and not one sprouted an ounce of interest in him. So, why you? Why was he curious about what was troubling you? Why were you a rank 1? What was going on here?
Minho sat, still as a rock and in total silence, as the night went on. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, rabbit tucked in your arms. The noises of the house quieted as well and finally he slid out of his hiding spot. He stalked over to your bed, trying to deny himself admiring your features. Your hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo.
Minho grabbed the small bag of powder from his pocket, spreading the substance over his palm. “I’m sorry.” He breathed, holding his palm to your mouth and nose while his other hand quickly grabbed your wrists. You woke up with a start, immediately fighting, but to no avail. Minho’s was much stronger than he looked. After a few moments, the drug kicked in a you lay limp in his grasp. Minho took a damp towelette to his glove, pocketing it, then gathered you in his arms.
You woke up in a daze. The room was blurry and your head pounded. You tried to turn, realizing you couldn’t move. Before you could attempt to speak, a voice made you jump. “Finally awake?” You blinked until the blurriness faded, leaving you in a small and dark room with a strange man staring back at you. “How do you feel?”
Still confused, you shook your head, only to wince when it pounded. “Uh,” your own voice startled you. It was hoarse.
The man stepped closer. “I thought so. The drug is relatively harmless, but can cause dehydration.” He is gloved hand reached out a glass of water towards you. “Here.”
You stubbornly turned your head, awareness setting in as you felt the ropes binding your wrists behind you. You fought the panic rising in your chest. You needed to be brave. “Who are you?” You asked, craning your neck to look around, seeing you were lying on a bed. “And where am I?”
To your surprise, the man chuckled. You tried to ignore how charming his voice was. “Drink some water and I’ll tell you.” His tone was casual, as if kidnapping you was just another Tuesday for him. It irritated you.
“No.” You spat. “You probably poisoned it.”
Again, the man laughed. “I’ve had several hours to kill you, my dear.” He shifted you into a seated position before guiding the water to your lips. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have woken up just now.” You pouted at his words. He was right. Reluctantly, you put your lips to the rim of the glass, allowing him to pour the water onto your tongue. You immediately felt better as the pounding left your head. “There you go,” he praised.
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the warmth that spread inside you. You couldn’t even tell what he looked like, beanie and mask only leaving his eyes on display, but they were enthralling. Those dark eyes watched you intently, reading you with curiosity and amusement. You looked around the room, breaking the eye contact before you could be pulled into their depths. “Where am I?”
He set the glass down on the bedside table. “My room.”
“Your room?” You asked, unable to hide your surprise. “And who might you be?”
“That’s a secret.” He smirked, enjoying the annoyance in your features.
You bit your tongue. He seemed calm and friendly, and yet, there was an aura of danger surrounding him. You needed to be careful. “So,” you drawled, checking out the rest of the room, more so to avoid his eyes. There wasn’t much to it apart from a large bookcase next to a desk and the bed you currently resided on. You did notice a closet in the corner. But, no windows. Where were you? “Why have you kidnapped me, then?”
He sighed, catching you off guard. Coming from a mafia family, you had always been warned of people coming after you for various reasons. Money, revenge against your father, etc. You knew of people attempting to hurt you before, but their attempts were always disrupted by your guards. Your father had never left you alone for fear of this day, always guards around and within your apartment, his most trusted friend to always monitor your whereabouts. You were actually rather impressed that the man in front of you now had managed to pull off this stunt, the first to ever succeed.
Still, you’d always pictured the faces of the attempted kidnappers and assassins over the years. All you could imagine was different forms of evil. Angry, disgusting, maniacal, faces without remorse for what they were doing. But when you gazed upon the eyes of the man in front of you, you saw none of those things. What you saw was a bored and uninterested face, but if you allowed your eyes to linger on his for just a moment too long, you saw what was almost…sadness.
Finally, the man spoke, breaking you from your trance. “There’s a ransom for your return.” He was careful in his words, not to give away too many details about the job or his employer. Again, a professional. “I will keep you here until that ransom is delivered and then return you home safely.” He didn’t like lying to you, but he wasn't going to tell you this ended in your death. ‘to be captured for ransom, then killed…’ A bitter taste sat on Minho’s tongue. To request your murder even after receiving the ransom money, that was a clear giveaway of a personal grudge. His father had given him this job, but who was the employer?
Minho was a professional, always seeing the job to the end. But goddamn him if he couldn’t shake this feeling that something wasn’t right. He watched you intently, finally letting himself admire you. A professional he was, but evil he wasn’t. You were beautiful, innocent. Minho knew evil and you were not that. You didn’t deserve this fate. He had to think of a plan.
“So, this is for money.” you groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “Of course. Very cliche of you, I was actually hoping for better.”
That comment caught Minho off-guard and he snickered. You were different, indeed. “It wasn’t my plan, dear.” He fought the urge to move the stray hair from your face. “Just the job I took.”
You shouldn’t be talking to this man, your kidnapper, so casually. You should be stoic, or fighting, or scared, or something of a normal reaction to being kidnapped. But even with his dark presence, there was an air of ease with him. “You do this for a living then? Kidnapping?”
Minho hummed. “It is part of my skill set, I suppose.” His eyes never left you. It should be unsettling, you shouldn’t be enjoying his attention.
The room was quiet as you pondered which question to ask next. As you watched his eyes, you noticed the aging in them, as if he has seen many things, lived many lifetimes. But the surrounding skin pointed to a man rather young. Your curiosity got the better of you. “How old are you?”
Minho hesitated. He didn’t have friends. He didn’t really talk to anyone, actually. He kept to himself and his books. The conversation taking a personal turn made him uncomfortable, but he was tempted to share himself with you. Still, he had to protect his identity. “20.”
Your eyes widened. “Youre only a year older than me?”
Before the conversation could continue, Minho’s phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket, walking away from you to answer the call. “She’s awake.” Minho spoke first.
“The ransom has been posted. Await my signal for the return.” His dad was always straight to the point.
“Understood.” Minho hung up the phone, returning to your side, only to stop in his tracks. The way you looked up at him, eyes wide and questioning, caused a pang in his heart. You were causing him to feel so many things in such a short amount of time. You were dangerous, you would break the facade Minho has spent over a decade perfecting. He couldn’t have that. “Your ransom has been posted. I’ll return you home once it’s paid.”
You should be happy to hear the news, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to go home, where every move was monitored, every decision made for you. Besides, you wanted to know more about this mysterious man with his captivating eyes.
At that moment, your stomach let out an embarrassing growl. Heat rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away from his amused gaze. “Are you hungry?” You wanted to hide, deny it, but your stomach gave you away again. With a chuckle, Minho turned towards the door. “I’ll be right back.”
A good few moments passed (you had no idea how much time in actuality since there was no clock or windows) before Minho returned to the room, a steaming bowl in his hands. He sat next to you on the bed. You peered into the bowl and inhaled. Wow, the soup smelled and looked amazing. Minho gathered some of the soup in a spoon before bringing it to your lips. The act was too intimate, too kind for the situation you were in, but it surprisingly felt natural. Minho fed you until the bowl was empty, then gave you more water. The comfortable silence that fell upon you two was finally broken by your voice. “So, you cook took?”
Minho gave a small chuckle. “My family doesn’t exactly cook, so I learned some basic recipes.” You waited for him to continue speaking, but he seemed to end it there. You wanted to know more. What was his family like? What kind of childhood would one have to go through to choose this kind of lifestyle? You decided against asking more. The man before you was shrouded in mystery and you had a desire to discover every detail about him.
Minho’s eyes met yours, catching you blatantly watching him. But this time, you didn’t turn away. You let yourself be pulled into those depths. You didn’t even know this man’s name, and he had kidnapped you for the matter, but you felt an irresistible pull towards him. He must have felt the same, taking a deep sigh before his gloved hand reached out to your face. You froze as his fingers grazed your cheekbone, guiding a stray hair behind your ear.
Your eyes were locked with his, breathing stalled as you waited for his next move. Instead, you jumped at the buzz of Minho’s cellphone. He was quick to answer it, leaving you stranded on the bed and walking to the corner of the room. “It’s done.” His father’s voice traveled through the phone. “Finish the job.”
Minho’s jaw tightened, but his tone remained neutral. “Understood.” He hung up the phone, returning it to his pocket. He was just ordered to kill you. He had always finished his jobs, quickly, perfectly, and without hesitation. But as he glanced back to your form on his bed, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his chest. You looked up at him, eyes round and hopeful. Minho has never regretted what he was, until now.
“Your ransom’s been paid.” Minho stated. You quickly noticed his change in demeanor, as subtle as it was. Something was off. You patiently waited for him to continue. Finally, Minho spoke again. “I’ve been ordered to kill you.”
You feel panic rise in your chest. Suddenly you remember the reality of your situation: kidnapped, bound, at the mercy of a dangerous stranger. Minho hated the way quickly your gaze had changed, the admiration and curiosity being replaced by pure fear. “But, you said I would be returned home after the payment.” You pleaded.
Minho sighed heavily again. “The job was to kidnap you until the ransom had been paid and then kill you.” His eyes stayed glued to the floor, the unfamiliar feeling of shame overwhelming him.
“You lied to me!” Your outburst forced his gaze back to you, the image before him shattering the heart he always questioned having. Tears cascaded down your cheeks. Because of him. It felt so wrong. “I actually trusted you, but this whole time has been a lie!” Your sobs rang through the room. Minho’s chest ached for you. This was wrong.
Minho reached your side in a heartbeat. You jumped at his speed, trying to move away from him, but his hands grasped your shoulders to keep you in place. You refused to look at him, disgusted with yourself for being so foolish. “Y/n,” Minho started. You shook your head. You wanted nothing more to do with the monster in front of you. His hand gripped your jaw, gently forcing you to face him. “Y/n. Look at me.” Your eyes finally met his. Those inviting depths. You wanted to believe they could pull you in, keep you safe. Minho’s thumb wiped a tear off your cheek. “I am NOT going to hurt you.”
He pulled you into a hug, surprising you. His strong arms held you firm until the shaking in your shoulders calmed down. You felt his warm, calloused hands slide down your arms to your bound wrists. When did he remove his gloves? A frigid object sent another wave of panic through you before you realized he had only cut the rope from your wrists. He holds you for another moment before pulling away, hands remaining on your arms, his full attention on your face. “I did not lie to you. I will return you to your family.”
You should be relieved, but you only had more racing thoughts. This was his job. “So, you’re an assassin?”
The question pulled the corners of Minho’s lips up. “I am.” He shouldn’t continue, but he needed to regain your trust. “I come from a family of assassins.”
You let that sink in for a moment. “So, if you return me, you would have failed your job?” Minho gave a curt nod. “What will that mean for you?”
Minho paused, debating how to answer your question. “I have never failed a job before.” He stated matter of factly. “My family will never let me live it down, my reputation will take a huge hit.” He saw the emotion begin to rise in your eyes again. “But that doesn’t matter. I will return you home safely. I promise, Y/n.”
You nodded, believing his words. Your arms wrapped around him and you properly hugged. He held you firm, protectively. He smelled like cedar and you melted into his hold. “May I know your name?” You whispered into the soft skin at his neck.
His breath tickled your cheek and you felt him smile through his mask. He leaned back just slightly, just enough so that when he removed his mask you could get a good look at him. Wow. He was nothing like you had pictured assassins to look. Dark, cat-like eyes and defined cheek bones, soft petals for lips. He was beautiful.
You had a strong urge to cup his face, but resisted as you mentally kicked yourself for having such a thought. Instead, the man leaned in even closer, lips reaching yours in the faintest of kisses, just shy of actually being counted as one but exciting your body just the same. “Minho,” he whispered. “My name is Minho.”
“Minho.” You repeated before his lips finally met yours in a proper kiss. As he distracted you, you couldn’t stop your hand from finding his cheek, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. This seemed to please him, his own hands snaking around your waist and shoulders, holding you close.
The streets are quiet as the night blanketed the town. You could see your apartment around the corner, guards stationed at the door. You walked along the cobblestone street towards your home. Minho kept to the shadows, but you felt him watching you, making you feel safe.
When you came closer to the lamp in front of your apartment, you saw your father’s consigliere open the door as if he was leaving. “Y/n?“ He stopped in his tracks, shocked. You entered the light of the street lamp, greeting your father’s consigliere.
Minho watched you from the shadows. He didn’t plan to return home right away. He couldn’t shake the feeling of something still being off, and throughout the years, his instincts have always held true and kept him safe. So, he listened to them. He was perched on your rooftop, just like the night he took you when your scream reached his ears. His body reacting before his mind’s command as he swooped into your bedroom. There you were facing your father’s consigliere, a knife in the man’s hand pointed right at you. Minho lunged, gripping his own knife, the blade glistening in the moonlight, hungry for blood.
In a blink, the consigliere was on the ground, knife thrown across the room and Minho’s knife at his throat. “It was you.” Minho growled, everything clicking in his mind. “You posted the job on Y/n. You wanted her killed.” Minho pressed the knife into the man’s skin. A droplet of crimson formed, igniting the predator inside Minho. It took every ounce of his strength to not push further and finish the job, reminding himself that you were watching.
“This good-for-nothing brat doesn’t deserve her father’s riches.” The man spat, wincing as the knife cut even more. “Yes, I listed her as a rank 1 and was told the best assassin was assigned to the job.” Minho saw red. His muscles shake as he used every ounce of strength to hold himself back, but every word from the man made it more difficult a task. “Her death was ensured and guaranteed to not be traced back to me. And I’m guessing you’re the said assassin? Pathetic.”
Minho withdrew his knife long enough to punch the man in the jaw. “In the mafia world, you are closest to her father. You are practically family to her. She trusted you!” Another punch. You watched as Minho’s knuckles broke the man’s nose, blood cascading down his face. “Why list her death on the market?”
“Because,” the man choked, spitting blood. “With her out of the picture, her father may actually be able to focus on his work! He has a significant business to run.” He coughed, blood spattering on Minho’s mask. “Her mother was just as much as a distraction, so I had gotten rid of her as well.” At your gasp, Minho’s heart sank. “At least that assassin could finish the job!”
Minho leaned closer to the man’s face. From where you stood, you could no longer see either of their faces, but Minho’s aura was seething with rage. “What a worthless excuse for a human.” Minho hissed. “I will spend the rest of my life waiting to see you in hell.” And with that, Minho slit the man’s throat. He had purposely positioned his body so you couldn’t see the act.
Minho stood and you ran over to him. He held you tight, wanting to protect you from everything in this world, everything he was. “I need to leave.” He whispered into your hair. “The police will be here soon.”
“No,” you begged, unable to let him go. “Stay. Please.”
Minho tsked, pulling you away but keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Your family wouldn’t exactly approve of an assassin living amongst them.” Minho half-joked.
”Then take me with you.” You pleaded. You heard the faint sirens outside, you still had a moment before the police arrived. “I don’t want to stay here.”
“No.” Minho said, voice stern. “You have a life here. I can’t take you away from that.”
“Minho!” His eyes softened, searching yours as he waited for your next words. “My father arranged to have me married off.” Minho’s eyes widened and you noticed that rage swirling in their depths. “The dude is awful and my father doesn’t care that I’m unhappy. I have no life here. Please.”
The sirens grew closer, but you leaned forward, lips meeting his own as you desperately tried to share your unspoken words through the kids. You didn’t love the man you were to be married to. But you loved the man in front of you now. The one that took you away and kept you say. The one you trusted to do it all over again.
The deafening sirens were on your street. Minho reluctantly broke the kiss, lifting you into his arms and carrying you onto the balcony. He would do as you ask and take you far away. He knew both of your families would come looking for you two, but he wasn’t worried. For once, he was proud of what he was. Because what he was, the horrible skills that he has spent his entire life developing, he would now use to keep you safe. He was born this way so that you may be his, forever.
Starting over felt all too familiar. But that was it, wasn’t it? The three of you, the only thing you really knew how to do: to run away.
A few days on the road, another motel a few states over. After checking in, the three of you escaped to your room in a hurry. Taehyun locked the door behind you.
“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun started immediately.
“You’ve been giving unnecessary apologies the whole drive.” Taehyun replied, walking up to hold Yeonjun in a tight hug. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
You stood close by, watching the two boys have their moment. Tears glistened in Yeonjun’s eyes; he was obviously trying to hold them back, but one escaped his soft lashes, twinkling as it slid down his cheek. You reached to wipe the tear before it fell to his jaw.
Yeonjun’s eyes met yours. You had never seen him so vulnerable, you almost didn’t know how to approach it. “You two were never supposed to be involved,” he near-whispered, sounding so defeated you felt your heart begin to break.
“Yeonjun.” He quieted, eyes locked with yours as you spoke. “Stop blaming yourself. We went by our own choice.” You watched the elder’s face, only now noticing how much older he looked. He was only 21, but his face was a kind of worn only brought on from a lifetime of struggles and stresses. “Stop blaming yourself for everything.”
Yeonjun pulled you into him suddenly and you wrapped your arms around his waist. It felt nice being the one he could lean on for once, instead of it always being the other way around. You held the boy while he silently cried into your shoulder. His shoulders shuddered as he tried not to sob into your shirt, your soothing hand caressing his back.
Taehyun joined the two of you, enveloping you both in a hug. “You’re human, Yeonjun.” He whispered. “And this world is cruel. You’ve already done more than enough for us. You’ve kept us safe and alive. Do not beat yourself up over the three of us living the lives we live.”
After a moment, Yeonjun’s shoulders stopped shaking. He pulled back slightly to get a good look at Taehyun. “I just wanted a normal life for you.” The elder’s eyes found yours. “For the both of you.”
His words caused something to take over you and you gripped the elder’s shoulders, forcing him to face you head on. “We chose this life, Yeonjun.” You caught Taehyun’s smile out the corner of your eye. “We chose each other. And not once have I regretted my choice.”
A surprise kiss on your cheek from Taehyun made you jump a little, Yeonjun giggling at your reaction. “You’re right,” he said, taking your hand in his own as Taehyun threw his arm around your shoulder. The elder’s eyes danced between the two of you. “We only need each other.” He brought your fingers to his plump lips, leaving a soft kiss that held every emotion he felt towards you.
Taehyun gave your shoulder a squeeze before making his way to the bed, perching himself on the edge. “So, what’s the plan?”
Yeonjun didn’t answer, his gaze remaining on your hand in his. You hated that his shoulders carried the weight of the world. Your free hand found its way to his face, smoothing the wrinkle between his brows. You caught the sliver of a smile on his lips at your gesture.
You turned to face Taehyun. “We keep moving.” The younger nodded, lying back onto the bed. You turned back to Yeonjun, leaning in closer, your voice just above a whisper. “We can try it again one day,” you offered. “A normal life. But for now, we keep on the run. We won’t stay anywhere for too long. We won’t let those fuckers find you.”
At your words, Yeonjun pulled you into a deep kiss. He let his lips convey his emotions and you accepted them all. The exhaustion, the appreciation, the tiny sparks of hope. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers grasping his dark locks.
It was a moment before Yeonjun pulled away and you couldn’t help being a little breathless from the intensity of the kiss. He didn’t move far though, resting his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes. His hands, warm and calloused, cupped your face. “I love you, Y/n.”
You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so genuinely before. “I love you too, Yeonjun.”
When the elder dropped his hands, you turned to Taehyun, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. But you knew he wasn’t asleep.
You pecked Yeonjun on the lips then ran to the bed, jumping on Taehyun. His eyes widened but he quickly recovered from the surprise, flipping you over and swiftly pinning your arms above you. Neither of you could hold in your laughter. “And I love you, Taehyun.”
The younger smirked, leaning in to plant soft kisses along your neck until his lips reached your ear. “I love you too.”
The bed shifted as Yeonjun joined the two of you. His fingers ran through your hair, moving it off your neck to give Taehyun more room as the younger continued his ministrations. You shivered when you felt his tongue slip between his lips, tasting the expanse of your skin.
Yeonjun leaned down to kiss your forehead. “We’ll leave in the morning,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “But for tonight, let’s just forget about it all.”
You nodded and he kissed you properly, his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin. You squeaked into his mouth as Taehyun nipped at the skin just under your jaw, but this only fueled the fire in Yeonjun. The elder’s hand encased your throat, lips attacking yours at a bruising pace, Taehyun decorating your shoulder in shades of pretty purple.
They never failed in riling you up. Both boys took pride in knowing exactly what buttons to push to have your body melting under their touch. Your whines and whimpers were a symphony to their ears.
Taehyun finally parted from your skin, pulling away to admire his work. As Yeonjun continued to kiss you, the younger’s hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt. A soft groan escaped his throat when he felt the bare skin of your stomach. He’ll never get tired of your little shudders from his fingers grazing your smooth skin. “Fuck, Yeonjun.” Taehyun gasped.
The elder finally pulled away, blown out eyes meeting Taehyun’s. The younger used the opportunity to pull your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. His eyes were alight with arousal, calloused fingers coming to cup each one and pinch your nipples until they were hardened peaks. Yeonjun giggled at your whimpers, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear. “No matter how many times we fuck you, you’re always so sensitive,” he nearly growled as his teeth sucked on your earlobe.
Taehyun’s hands played with your breasts as his mouth wrapped around a nipple. Lips, teeth, and tongues devoured you from the two boys you loved and it was all driving you insane, your gasps and moans filling the air.
Yeonjun gripped your jaw suddenly, turning your face so that all you could see was him. His lips ghosted yours as he spoke. “Who do you belong to, Baby?”
Your brain was foggy thanks to the two of them, but you choked out an answer. “You.”
Taehyun slapped your thigh, popping his lips off your breasts with a growl. “Us.” His nimble fingers glided up your thigh until they found the spot that was burning between your legs. You cried out a pitiful moan as the younger rubbed you in tight circles over your jeans. “You are ours, do you understand?”
“Yes.” You squeaked. These boys were master musicians and you were their instrument. They knew your body, memorized every curve, and brought noises out of you that surprised even yourself.
Where one boy ended, the other began. Devouring you, claiming you. You would happily take whatever these two gave you. As much as life threw you to the wolves, you would never complain as long as you had these two. That first day of meeting them was the start of your life and you couldn’t, no - wouldn’t look back.
You turned to face the elder again, looking into Yeonjun’s pure eyes, seeing in them two things you had not known prior to meeting them.
Hope. And love.
With these two men and the bright rays they brought to your previously gray life, you could accomplish anything.
Losing all sense of patience, Taehyun worked to remove your jeans, nearly popping off the button. Yeonjun followed his lead and fully removed your shirt, making sure to drag his nails along your skin with the fabric. The younger admired the dark spot on your panties. “Yeonjun is right,” he whispered as his fingers circled your clothed clit. “You always get so wet for us. I fucking love it.”
The elder watched the two of you, an idea sparking in his mind. His fingers snaked around your throat and squeezed, forcing your gaze to stay on Taehyun. His voice suddenly took a darker tone as he spoke. “Tae, take her panties off.”
Taehyun didn’t even hesitate as he slid your panties off your legs. You wanted to be embarrassed at the slickness you felt as the fabric dragged down your thighs, but Yeonjun didn’t give you any time as he shifted you up onto his lap. His firm chest was warm against your back. One hand stayed put around your throat, but the other crawled between your thighs. He dipped his fingers into you briefly, admiring how wet you were before he gripped your inner thigh, opening your legs further.
His hot lips were against your ear. “Taehyun is going to make you feel so good, baby. I want you to watch him as he makes you cum.” You shuddered in his grip, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the anticipation. You nodded eagerly as your eyes met Taehyun’s.
The younger leaned in to peck a kiss to your lips before lowering his face to where you needed him. Yeonjun began kissing your shoulder at the same time Taehyun’s lips met your clit. You gasped and the fingers around your throat tightened even more.
This is it, you thought as the two boys devoured you. This is heaven and you will worship these boys with your entire being, for as long as you lived, if it meant you could remain between them forever.
Taehyun’s tongue danced through your folds, expertly bringing you to the edge, building up your climax. Two lithe fingers found your drenched entrance before sliding in to the knuckle. You bucked up into his mouth and were about to apologize before Yeonjun bit the junction of your neck and shoulder. Instead of words, you could only cry out in ecstasy.
“That’s it, beautiful.” Yeonjun growled. The hand around your neck slid up and his fingers gripped your jaw, making sure your eyes never left Taehyun. You watched as the younger kitten-licked your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Don’t hold back, Y/n. Let Tae know how good he’s doing.”
Whatever sense of embarrassment you were still feeling completely dissipated at his words. Yeonjun’s arms wrapped around you tightly as you let your body ride Taehyun’s tongue and fingers, the warmth building in your stomach racing towards its peak.
Knowing your body like the back of his hand, Taehyun slipped a third finger into you. The stretch had you crying out, his fingers hitting that delicious spot inside you with every stroke, tongue flicking over your clit.
Yeonjun’s free hand massaged your breast and he chuckled against your cheek. “Come on, Angel.” His voice was dripping with an addicting mix of lust and love. “Make a pretty mess and cum on Taehyun’s tongue.”
His words along with Taehyun’s mitigations sent you flying into bliss. Stars decorated your vision as you screamed out, your body spasming in the elder’s grip. Yeonjun kissed your neck and cheek as your orgasm ripped through you. Taehyun kept pumping into you, letting you ride out your high.
Taehyun could’t lie, making you cum was his favorite hobby. He could watch you come undone forever, your cute face scrunching up and your eyes rolling back, because of him. “Yeonjun,” he spoke, voice slightly raspy as he watched you come down from your high. “Can I have her first? Please?” The younger’s tent in his pants was growing painful. He had to have you, now.
Yeonjun gave a low chuckle. It snapped you back to reality, turning your face to catch the predatory look in his dark eyes. “Oh, I actually thought we would share tonight.”
Your gaze returned to Taehyun. You have no idea how his eyes could’ve possibly grown darker, but you watched as the deepest shade of lust came over them as he realized what Yeonjun was implying.
The elder gripped your jaw again, turning your face to his so he could properly read you for any sign of hesitation. “Is that what you want, Baby?” He pecked a kiss to your cheek. “Want Taehyun and I to both fill those pretty holes of yours?” You felt as if your breath had been stolen from you. The idea turned you on more than you’ve ever experienced. You tried to nod in his grip, but the elder tsk-ed at you, eyes boring into yours like he was trying to read your thoughts. “I need words, my love. I need to know you really want this.”
Your heart warmed at his words and you shifted in his lap so you could lean in to plant a firm kiss to his plump lips. “Yes, please, Yeonjun.” You gasped against his mouth. “I want to feel you both.” You felt him smirk against your lips.
Taehyun grasped your shoulders then, pulling you into a scorching kiss. Pressing up against his firm chest, you noticed he was completely naked now. Your fingers traced down his abs, making him gasp into the kiss. It made you feel good knowing you had as much an effect on them as they did on you.
Your hand found Taehyun’s member, he felt so hard you couldn’t blame him for his impatience. You stroked him languidly, savoring the feeling of his length. But Taehyun wasn’t wasting any more time. He bit your lip before breaking the kiss, lying down and using his strength to position you on top of him, chest to chest. You gasped as you felt his tip at your entrance, waiting for the delicious stretch as he entered you. But Taehyun hesitated, keeping you above him as you felt fingers - Yeonjun’s fingers - reach your dripping core. He collected your wetness on his fingertips, trailing them to your asshole. The sensation had you mewling against the younger’s neck and he tightened his grip on your hips.
Yeonjun carefully pushed a slick finger into your tight hole. You cried out into Taehyun’s neck. He almost called out to stop Yeonjun before feeling your pussy dampen even more and clench around his tip. God, you were going to be the death of him. It took every ounce of Taehyun’s willpower to keep from pounding into you right now. “Fucking hell, Baby” the younger growled. “You’re dripping down my dick.”
Yeonjun slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole until he felt confident that your body was relaxing to his touch. He readied a second finger, his free hand coming up to your shoulder and scratched a trail down your back. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. “Go ahead, Taehyun.”
The younger immediately lowered you onto his length, finally getting to feel your wet warmth envelope him. “Fuck.” He gasped into your hair. “That’s it, Babygirl.” Taehyun encouraged you as you sat on his cock. The stretch was already amazing, but paired with Yeonjun working two fingers into your other hole, you were on cloud nine. You don’t know how much longer you were going to last already, whimpering into Taehyun’s neck as words have completely abandoned you.
Taehyun let you adjust to him, petting your head tenderly. Without seeing your face, he could tell you were already completely fucked out, and he was going to make sure him and Yeonjun took good care of you.
Yeonjun fit a third finger into your hole, pumping them into you and as he watched Taehyun hold you. His heart was full in this moment. The two of you were Yeonjun’s entire world, and he would give the world to you two if only he could. He stilled his fingers as he felt you start to grind against the younger, pulling them out.
You whined out, both at Taehyun finally moving and hitting the heavenly spots inside you and at the loss of contact behind you.
Yeonjun gave you a moment longer to grind on Taehyun’s dick as he undressed himself, listening to the symphony of your moans. When he climbed back on the bed, his hand smacked Taehyun’s thigh. The younger stilled, reluctantly to the both of you, but it was time.
Yeonjun lined himself up with your pink hole. You tried to shift your ass up more, whimpering as it caused Taehyun to hit a new spot inside you. One of Yeonjun’s large hands spread your cheek, his other coming to collect more of your juices. His fingers dancing around where you and Taehyun connected had the three of you reeling.
“You ready for us both to fill you up, Baby?” Yeonjun purred, coating your hole with your own slick and pushing his tip against your hole. You moaned out, completely gone. Yeonjun snickered at the state you were in, the state him and Taehyun put you in. You were there’s and they would be sure to always remind you of that.
“Yeonjun, hurry up.” Taehyun grunted. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” Yeonjun didn’t argue as he eased himself into your ass. The bliss that enveloped him, inch by inch, was everything he could’ve wanted and more. You were so tight.
You screamed into the younger’s sweat-decorated skin as Yeonjun entered you opposite Taehyun. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. You felt so full, so complete, so owned by the both of them. It was euphoric. What you thought was heaven earlier didn’t come close to this.
Taehyun kissed your head as he felt tears against his skin. “You okay, Babygirl?” You nodded, using the last of your strength to kiss his collarbones. If Taehyun’s ear wasn’t centimeters from you, he would’ve completely missed your small, strained “Please.”
Taehyun smiled, immediately returning to gently bucking up into you. Yeonjun felt the younger as he moved inside you and began to rock himself as well, finding a rhythm that had you wailing in their arms.
In this moment, neither boy couldn’t care less who heard them outside these thin walls. In fact, the thought of everyone in this grimy motel knowing you were making these noises because of them, that thought egged the boys on even more.
Your high hit you faster than you wanted, erupting through your veins like a powerful drug. You cried out, but that didn’t stop the boys as they kept using your holes to their liking. As you rode out your high, what remained of your jumbled thoughts connected into a small realization: these boys were your drug. You were addicted to them and you were completely shameless in admitting that. You needed them.
Taehyun came first his body stiffening under you, letting out a predatory growl as he marked your insides, claiming you. Yeonjun’s movements began stuttering behind you. He normally lasts much longer, but you were so tight and this was so hot. With one last, long stroke, he pulled out and pumped his dick twice before shooting his cum onto your back.
It took a moment before the three of you could catch your breaths. Taehyun’s hand came to pet your hair and he pecked a kiss to your forehead. “That was…holy shit.”
You giggled in his arms. You felt the bed shift as Yeonjun got up. You were too wiped to move, completely limp on Taehyun’s chest, and you were grateful for his arms cradling you. Yeonjun returned a moment later and you felt him cleaning your back with a towel, pressing soft kisses along your spine as he did so.
You fought to keep your heavy eyelids from closing, but Taehyun’s even breathing and warmth made it difficult to not give in to your exhaustion. Yeonjun suddenly appeared again, towel gone as he crawled onto the bed and pulled you both into a hug. “I love you guys. More than anything. More than life itself.”
You felt Taehyun giggle. “We love you too, you crazy bastard.” Yeonjun lightly swatted at the younger’s head.
The complete bliss of the moment, the warmth and safety your boys provided you, it all finally took over you as you drifted to sleep. A few words kept repeating in your mind as you welcomed the darkness: your boys. Your runaways. Your everything.
This was the life you all chose. And this was the life you would continue to choose every single day as long as it kept the three of you together, forever. You would runaway for eternity, never to experience a normal life, and you would happily do so. With a hand in each of theirs, you would run and never look back.
Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”
Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”
Yeonjun giggled. “Damn, I had some good shit, huh?”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He had invited you over to his dorm to smoke and play video games, but that second part of the plan was long forgotten after the blunt was finished. Now, you two were laying across his bed, completely stoned and just enjoying each other’s company. Yeonjun had put on some chill r&b playlist of his and it was definitely helping you to relax.
Yeonjun shifted closer to you, but you quickly rolled over to face away from him. You could almost feel the competitive fire igniting in him, heating up the air around the two of you, exciting you as well. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him until your back was against his chest. His soft lips met the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. “You wanna tell me what you were staring at?” His voice was low and sultry, and you knew he knew exactly what you were staring at, but he loved playing with you.
After a moment of your silence, he turned you to face him, just to be met with you sticking your tongue out at him. Yeonjun chuckled lowly, his eyes locked onto yours. He was intimidating in the most exciting way. “I wasn’t staring!” You stubbornly insisted.
Instead of replying, Yeonjun stared you down. What was he thinking abo-oh.
His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them, the movement breaking your eyes away and onto his plump, pillowy lips. He smirked and your gaze returned to his. Your breathing grew heavier as his eyes darkened. Fuck, he had you now. “Like what you see?” He pursed his lips and you giggled, trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs. Maybe you still had a chance.
You crawled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. You knew damn well this man was strong enough to break free if he wanted, but he seemed to be allowing you to take your turn with him. You brought your face closer, stopping so your lips were mere centimeters away from his own. Yeonjun’s eyes were red, lids low, an intensity in his gaze as he waited to see what you would do. Your boyfriend was already hot as hell, but when you two were high? He was irresistible.
Your confidence wavered for a moment and he noticed, taking the opportunity to lean forward and kiss you hard. Your high made you way more sensitive and a small whimper left your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Yeonjun smiled against your mouth before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, letting him completely take over the kiss.
His tongue explored your mouth, one hand supporting the back of your head while the other groped your curves. The air around you too only grew hotter. You knew you lost the game, but you definitely didn’t mind now.
Yeonjun’s ego was fed, a sexy cockiness taking over him as he dragged his tongue against your own and felt your body giving in to him. He rolled you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him. You chased his lips as he broke the kiss, but he turned his head to trail kisses from your jaw to your ear. “If you wanted to feel my lips on you, Babygirl,” he purred as he took your earlobe between his teeth and tugged, “all you had to do was ask.”
He leaned down as if to kiss you again, but pulled away when you tried to meet his lips. You whined out, eyes staring up at him wide and pleading. Your desperation was amusing him. To make things more humiliating, he pulled back far enough to take in your whole face, admiring your glossy eyes and heated cheeks. As he pinned your arms above your head, you had nowhere to hide, forced to fully face his intimidating gaze. “Fuck,” you whispered. “Please?”
“What was that, Darling?” He teased, tilting his ear closer to you. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
He was going to be the death of you. “Yeonjun, please! I need your lips on me, please.” Your begging paid off, fueling the blazing fire in his eyes, and he planted a firm kiss to your lips before traveling down your body. You squeaked as he nearly ripped your sweatpants off, jolting as the cold air met your core.
“Fuck, Y/n, no underwear?” Yeonjun groaned before gripping your thighs with his strong hands and pulling your center closer to his face. He spread your legs wide, massaging your thighs and admiring your slick folds. You shivered as his breath fanned over your core, your eyes meeting his burning, black ones. “My pretty little slut, so dirty for me. Lemme show you what my lips can do, Baby.”
You watched Yeonjun lean down and kiss your clit lightly before beginning to viciously make out with your pussy. Your body reactively tried to rise to meet his mouth, but his arms held your hips firm against the mattress. Cries of pleasure left your lips as his tongue explored your folds, coming up to flick your clit hard before licking down over your hole and back up. He was driving you mad with pleasure, the weed not helping to keep you grounded. He devoured you like a man starved. You cried out as he sucked on your clit, your own voice sounding foreign to you. “Fuck, Yeonjun!” You whined, unable to form the right words for what you wanted.
He slowed down, keeping your hips pinned as he lazily dragged his tongue around your hole. He remained there for a moment, the way your hole clenched with every pass of his wet muscle had him reaching a new high. He kissed your pussy lightly before pulling away just enough to make eye contact with you. “Fuck, Baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this, all spread out for me.” He growled, lips glistening with your juices. Another kiss to your lower lips. “You gonna cum all over my tongue, hm? Gonna make a pretty mess on my pretty lips?”
You whined desperately, too worked up to produce a proper response. And of course, Yeonjun noticed.
“You’re so cute when you’re high, it just makes me want to ruin you even more.” He lowered his lips until they were just above your folds, eyes remaining locked on yours. “Use my mouth, Baby. I want to feel you cum around my tongue.” At that, he poked his tongue around your hole before shoving it inside you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to grind against his tongue as he fucked it in and out of you. His fingers pinched your clit and you suddenly came hard. He lapped at your folds, letting you ride out your orgasm, licking up every last drop of you until you began to whine from overstimulation.
You pushed his head up and admired his blown out eyes and wet lips. “Jesus, you’re something else, Choi Yeonjun,” you huffed, pulling his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. After a moment, you pulled back slightly. “My turn to show you what my mouth can do.” He smiled wide and quickly yanked off his pants. The night was just beginning.
