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RIDE OUT - 13 (finale)

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx.) ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ

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you feel numb. everything hurts but you don't know exactly where. you can hear all the noise going on but your eyes are too weak to open them. to be honest, it feels so good to stay like that and the more you think of it, the more you like it. are you dying?

“oh god, that’s not good,” mark comments as he finds a larger piece of glass, about an inch wide, wedged deep into the side of your leg. most of the blood on the leg seems to be coming from that particular wound.

"help is coming," you hear yuta say.

mark looks down again as he hears you hiss, finding his hand. mark holds your hand tightly and you swallow. you slowly open your eyes. "hey, hey. I got you. stay with me, baby," mark says, "help is gonna be here any minute."

yuta kneels next to you, shucking off his sweat shirt to wrap around your leg, the wound steadily seeping blood that stained his shirt red.

"i'm dizzy," you murmur, your voice trailing off.

mark gently holds your head and put it on his knee. "shh, baby. you're gonna be okay."

"isn't this funny?" you try to laugh but your chest is too sore to do so.

"what's so funny?" yuta traces his fingers on your hair.

"the two men i love are here to watch me die," your words slurs together.

mark shakes his head. "don't say that, y/n. you're gonna be fine, i promise you."

the blood is already soaking through the shirt and yuta is trying to find a dry corner to press the wound again. “you won't die." he assures you. "hold on a bit, okay? i can hear the sirens."

“is my car ok?” you ask, suddenly opening your eyes and trying to push yourself up. mark puts his hand on your shoulder, holding you down as he glances over at the destroyed car. “i liked that car. so much”

“don’t worry about it right now, let’s take care of you and we’ll get your car sorted out later.”

you don't respond, your head lolling in the crook of mark's arm. “hey, stay with me, baby. y/n?” he moves his arm, bouncing you a bit. still no response. “y/n!”

mark hears yuta's boots scrape on the pavement as he turns around, taking in the scene in front of him. “yeah, we don’t have time to wait for the ambulance, you're driving her there yourself.”

"what?" mark looks at him. "what about you?"

"i need to stay," yuta eyes doyoung who's laying on the floor, probably dead.

"you need to get her out of here.” yuta says.

mark nods and before he scoops you in his arms, he takes off his black hoodie and tosses it to yuta who is shirtless. "i'll call you when we get there."

"thanks," yuta throws him his keys. "go."

mark hurries to get past him and open the door, scrambling into the back seat and placing you gently on the seats.

“babe? you with us me?” mark asks, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice.

you just stare at him, humming quietly in the back of your throat. mark can see your eyes starting to lose focus and he knows you're fading.

“don't do this, baby. don't leave me.” his voice cracks and his eyes burns.

“i love you.” you manage to lift your hand, hooking your fingers on the side of his shirt.

"i love you too, you idiot. so much.”

and then your eyes see nothing but darkness.

“y/n suh's family?”

the four men raise their head as mark and johnny vacate their seats. "yes? i'm her brother." johnny says.

“come with me please.” their shoes squeak on the shiny floor as they walk away, leaving mark, jisung and yuta alone in the waiting room.

johnny's chest is tight, fire in his lungs and throat as he inhales. his eyes hurt and can feel how puffy they are, no doubt bloodshot throughout.

"she lost blood but we're giving her a transfusion right now," the doctor explains to him. "she also has some cuts and bruises due to the car accident, but she should be fine."

"she's gonna be fine?" johnny nods and gulps, almost sobbing. "oh god. she's fine."

johnny leans on the wall, placing a hand on his hip, sighing. "can i see her?"

"she's actually asking for you." the doctor nods and opens the door.

after you spend some time with johnny, you ask for jisung next. you can tell he had been crying because his eyes were so red and had a runny nose. you let him know that you weren't sorry and you would do it again if necessary.

“i just… i was so scared when you and mark didn’t make it to his apartment,” jisung gulps. “i thought… you died.”

“jisung, i’m here,” you lift your hand and he takes it. “and i’m sorry for you but i will keep kicking your butt.”

jisung giggles softly and nods. “i can live with that.”

mark glances into the room and then down the hall where the sign of room numbers. johnny gives him a smile and a smack on the shoulder. "go. she wants to see you too."

mark stands there, bewildered for a moment, before taking a cautious step forward, craning his neck to see further into the room from the doorway. the bed slowly comes into view as he steps forward and the first thing he sees is you rolling your eyes.

you have a white bandage covering your leg and a transfusion bag hanging from an iv pole, heart monitor beeping quietly but steadily in the corner.

your eyes blink slowly open and you grin happily at him. “mark.”

mark makes himself take the last six steps into the room and up to the bed. “oh my god. hi, hi," he plants a kiss on your head. "hi," he says, more relieved.

a sheepish smile on your face. “hi, baby.”

"how are you feeling?" mark asks, tilting his head to the side.

"i am so light headed right now," you smirk.

“no shit, huh? you left half your blood in the backseat of the car.” and in yuta's shirt, and on my hands.

you pout. "I'm sorry."

"i'm kidding, babe." mark sits next to you. "you're here. that's all i care about."

you nod and sigh. "johnny told me yuta left. i want to know what happened."

mark presses his lips together and knits his eyebrows. "we almost didn't make it." he stares at you. "doyoung had you there, on your knees and yuta had to... figure something out. his team was a mile away and we knew we didn't have time."

mark's bottom lip trembles and he nips at it. "he shot doyoung before he hurt you. i just... i just thought he would pull the trigger and i-" he shakes his head, frowning. "we got there in time."

“and doyoung? did he die?” you inquire.

mark shakes his head. “no, but the interpol will take care of him now.”

"thank you," you look at him, cupping his face in your hands.

"you don't have to thank me," he takes your hands and kiss them gently. "i'd do it again. i love you."

"i love you," you say back and he carefully wrap his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

a knock on the door makes mark to pull away and you frown when you see who it is.

it's taeil, but his hair is brown and the red is gone. he is also wearing a black suit.

"what are you doing here?" you stare at him.

taeil smiles and takes out his badge. "moon taeil. interpol agent."

"oh," you and mark say at the same time.

"I'm here on behalf of my partner yuta," he explains. "he needed to return to Japan, you know, paperwork is a bitch. anyway, kim doyoung won't be a pain in the ass for a long time."

taeil takes a few more steps and takes a white envelope from his suit jacket bag. "yuta also asked me to give you this."

you grab the white envelope and look at mark. mark nods. "so, that's it?" you ask.

"what do you mean?" taeil looks at you.

"i mean, can we live... freely?"

"mmm," taeil purses his lips as if thinking. "yeah, sure. just don't do anything to be on the interpol radar."

you chuckle. "have you met these men?"

"exactly why i say it," taeil smiles. "i gotta go. good to see you're fine."

"thank you." you nod.

you get discharged from the hospital days later. you’re in your bedroom, mark sleeping peacefully next to you. you haven't read the letter that yuta left you before he left and you think it's a good time to do so. you stretch a little and open the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed taking the white envelope. you unwrap the shit and sigh.

𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.

𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇. 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.

𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎; 𝒾 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 (𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓎). 𝒾'𝓂 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎.

𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒿𝑜𝒽𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒, 𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎,

𝓎𝓊𝓉𝒶.

you sigh and close your eyes pressing the sheet against your chest.

yuta is gone for real.

you leave the white sheet on top of the nightstand and gently turn, facing mark’s face. his lips are slightly parted and you grin softly caressing his cheek with your fingertips. he scrunches his nose and opens one eye. “i guess your hobby is watching people sleep.” he murmurs, his voice raspy.

you giggle and keep tracing your fingertips on his cheek. “i like watching you.”

“i’m so pretty, i know you can’t help yourself,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes. he smiles. “it’s almost 4 am, why are you still awake?”

“i’m thirsty and i need to pee,” you pout. “can you get me some water while i go to the bathroom?”

“anything for you,” he gives you a peck and gets up from the bed. “let me help you first.”

mark circles the bed and comes to your side, helping you to stand up carefully as the wound on your leg still makes it difficult for you to stand up. mark almost carries you to the bathroom and once inside, you look at him. “i can take it from here.”

mark scoffs, rolling his eyes. “you have came in my face i don't know how many times and you don’t want me to see you pee?”

“i have a shy bladder!” you whine.

mark chuckles and nods. “alright. i’ll go to the kitchen and get you some water then.”

“thank you,” you grin.

mark goes to the kitchen, pouring some water in the glass. he returns to you’re bedroom and you’re back in the bed, your back against the headboard. “here you go, babe.” he hands you a glass of water.

you grab it and take a sip of water. he gets in the bed again and turns, looking at you. “come home with me.”

“as in… moving in with you?” you stare at him.

“no.” he gently wraps an arm around your waist. “come home with me.”

you frown. his eyes not leaving yours as if he is trying to make you understand something. home.

his place?

home.

“oh,” it’s all you say when you realise what he means. “home.”

he slowly nods, smiling. “i haven’t been home in so long and i want to take you with me.”

“yes.”

“yes?” he knits his eyebrows.

you laugh. “why do you suddenly look confused? i said yes. i’m going with you.”

mark smirks and gives you a kiss. “you’re gonna love it there.”

“god, what ever made me agree to come here? it’s so cold and rainy," you whine.

mark giggles as he covers your body with his jacket. "better?"

you nod. "for the record, i don't hate it here."

mark hums as he opens the white umbrella and wraps an arm around your waist. "i don't!" you look at him. "it has been raining for three days straight and it's getting colder."

soon as you got better, you told johnny you'd be leaving with mark. you didn't know how long you would be there and although they were sad, they supported you. and they also knew they were very welcomed. and jisung spent almost four weeks with you in canada until johnny had to go and collect him. he also stayed for a few days.

mark rolls his eyes and says, "we have a heater back home, babe. c'mon."

"i hate you," you say, without heat. his face turning to you smiling shyly.

"fair enough," he says. "Any particular reason, or just in general?"

"how are you not cold?" you demand.

mark chuckles, the raspy sound sending a delicious warmth spreading through your chest.

"i'm made with in-built cold resistance."

"can i borrow some?" you ask, a smile loitering at the corner of your lips.

"sadly no," he replies with an answering smirk. "but," he continues, momentarily disappearing in the kitchen, "i can call the maintenance guy and he will fix it in no time."

"having sex keeps one’s body really warm, by the way." you inform him, nonchalant.

mark cocks an eyebrow at you. "what are you suggesting, then?"

you shrug. "we could warm each other up and have a good time at the same time."

one side of the bed had your thick, purple with white dots patterned blanket pushed up, placed over mark's back, and you are underneath. naked.

mark is slowly pushing his dick into your wet hole while he kisses your neck. you whine, biting your lip. "move faster."

"i'm taking my time," he nips at your earlobe and you squeeze your legs around his waist, making him groan. "that's not nice." he looks down at you.

"go faster." you smile. "please."

mark responds with a hard and clean thrust, sending you close to heaven. he started moving fast, going deeper on every thrust. you moan, throwing your head back.

“shit…” you curse lowly the moment mark's fingers find your clit, moving his thumb in circles. “oh, damn. fuck, mark please…”

mark growls between gritted teeth, still thrusting into you supporting himself on his elbows. he releases a few groans, closing his eyes and yanks his head back as he picks up his speed again, fucking you senselessly. your nails claw at his sides and stomach as your whole body writhes in pleasure from the way he is fucking you.

you come first with a loud cry, calling out mark's name. his fingers clasp into your hips one last time, holding you as close as possible when he releases his shot inside him, groaning. mark snuggles into your neck, panting. "ah, you were right."

"huh?" you ask, panting.

"i'm so hot now," he chuckles.

"you better get the heater fixed, mark." you stroke his back.

"i will," he nods. "maybe next week."

you laugh kissing his cheek. "i love you."

"i love you." mark cups your face and kisses you. "so so so much." he keeps kissing you.

you smile, kissing him back. "you're obsessed with me." you try to sound like him.

mark chuckles. "not at all. you're just nice."

you punch him on the shoulder and he glances at you. "i was joking!"

"so do i," you smile, tilting your head to the side.

mark scoffs. "you're lucky i'm in love with you."

you rub his chin and look into his eyes. "i am."

"are we proposing to each other?" mark jokes.

"ah, mark," you groan, pushing him away and taking all the blanket for you. "you're so annoying."

mark laughs and kisses your shoulder. "ah, they weren’t wrong when they said you’re a bitch,” he repeats what he said when you two met.

you beam. “did i hurt your feelings?” you pout mockingly.

“you’re gonna need more than that to hurt my feelings, gorgeous,” he winks at you.

(...)

“goddammit,” yuta murmurs, looking for his electronic key to enter the building.

it’s the third time he forgets it and even finds it more annoying that he hasn't learned the gate code and he has been living there for almost four months. he feels so stupid.

yuta eyes his watch on his wrist and it’s almost 1 am on a weekday. he can only hope for a miracle. he leans on the wall and sighs. he’s tired and all he wants to do is to sleep.

just when he had made up his mind and call a friend to spend the night in their place, he notices someone walking towards the building entrance. yuta sighs with relief and he tilts his head when he recognises the person. “you again?”

she turns her face to him and cock an eyebrow. “you again?” she asks back.

yuta doesn’t know his neighbors that well and the only interaction he has had with them, it’s with her. the last time he got locked outside, she appeared and rescued him. yuta didn't even remember her name and felt so bad.

yuta rubs the back of his neck. “i mean, it's nice seeing you again.”

she smiles as she unlocks the door. “nice seeing you too…” she presses her lips together. “i can’t remember your name.”

“it’s yuta,” he says as he gets into the building. “uhm… i’m sure your name is beautiful, but i can’t remember it either.”

“y/n,” she grins and presses the elevator button. “we’re terrible neighbors.”

yuta chuckles. “i’m already a terrible resident, what did you expect?”

the elevator doors open and yuta lets her get in first. right after the doors close, she presses the fourth floor button and eyes yuta. he nods. “fifth floor please.”

the elevator starts moving and neither of them say a thing. yuta eyes her trying not to be as obvious. she’s beautiful and yuta notice her dark eyes. maybe she’s a waitress?

the doors open on the fourth floor and she turns to yuta. “goodnight, yuta, right?”

yuta nods and smiles. “goodnight, y/n.”

she turns on her heels and right when the doors are about to close, she shoves her arm so the door won’t close. yuta startle. “would you like to have coffee some day?”

yuta blinks and opens his mouth. “i-i uh y-”

“oh shit, i’m sorry,” she places a hand on her chest. “maybe you’re dating someone or even married. i’m sorry.”

yuta shakes his head and smirks at her. “i’d love to have a coffee with you one day.”

she smiles shyly and nods. “can i get your number?”

“sure,” yuta grins.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ʀᴏꜱᴇ

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟳𝟬𝟬

𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝒾 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒

november 4

“get out!” you yell at doyoung.

a month ago, you experienced the most painful love you didn’t expect. and to be honest, it felt like a nightmare.

doyoung, your once everything, cheated on you.

from the time you met, he was the best friend you could’ve asked for. and then, the minute you two fell in love with each other, he became the best boyfriend you ever had. you ate, played and cared about each other so much that you knew you would jump in front of a bear for him.

doyoung would tell you he loved you every minute and every day, and promised so many times he would never hurt you in any way.

and when he made love to you, he’d whisper to your ear how much he loved you and how lucky he was for finding you.

you thrusted your hips up against him, meeting him every time as the rhythm got faster. he could hear you making the most deliciously sounds and it drove him mad. there was no thought other than your combined pleasure after that. the sound of skin slapping against skin, the groans and grunts, your screaming and his orgasm was pulsing through his body.

he rested his body on yours, snuggling into your neck, panting. “i love you, y/n,” he said into your hair, still trying to catch his breath. "i love you so much."

and you believed him because he was like a treasure to you.

time flies and months turn into years and when you two celebrated your second year anniversary, you two moved in together and were ready to make some memories in your new place.

you couldn’t see the future without doyoung and refused to be on one if he wasn’t there.

“do you think we will get married?” he asked you once.

“yes,” you smiled shyly.

and that’s when you knew you were the one for him and he was the one for him. everything was so simple.

and months after that, you started getting a kind of feeling. the feeling that doyoung left you alone even though he was still sleeping next to you almost every night.

and that’s when you realised he was seeing someone else, or at least he had met someone.

you found out he cheated on you. you couldn’t blame doyoung because you trusted him too much.

you two were quarrelling about the dumbest thing ever and things escalated quickly. doyoung didn’t care about you anymore. he said you were too much. too insecure and he had found someone that made him feel alive again and enjoyed being with them.

“get the fuck out now!” you yelled at him while crying. “i don’t want to see you anymore.”

“i don’t want to see you either again in my fucking life,” doyoung clenched his jaw.

“oh, my god,” you choked a sob. “i hate you so much.”

“i wish i hadn’t met you,” you were out of your mind for a second when he said it.

doyoung walked out of the room, not even trying to convince as if i would give him another chance. he didn't even say goodbye. never came back.

you were crying and crying. you couldn't hold yourself from hurting.

everything was damaged by you. you threw everything you used to be on the wall, glass shattered all over the floor. but you kept dreaming of the moment he’d return because you knew if he asked you for a second chance, you’d give it to him.

things got worse. you couldn't forget him. you kept seeing him everywhere. doyoung got all of you and you loved him madly. but he didn’t and you told yourself you needed to move on because he would never come back.

you hated him yet your heart would skip a beat when someone would mention his name.

you hated him yet you got excited when you found out you two would be attending a friend in common’s party. he didn’t show up.

he broke your heart one day and pretended you never existed.

doyoung was gone.

and your love for him was gone and dead, too.

#doyoung x reader #doyoung smut #doyoung imagine #nct doyoung #nct doyoung smut #nct 127 doyoung #Kim doyoung #jaehyun smut #Johnny smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader

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i keep coming back to your page for chapter 13 and it’s not out! 😭 i’m so excited!!!!!

hiiii <3 i’m out of town for a few days but im coming back tomorrow and i will be posting it maybe on wed! :)

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I just typed a super long message so I’m sorry in advance for how ott it probably seems lol I just really like the story and it makes me think many thoughts 🐣

NO PLEASE I’D LOVE TO WORK WITH YOU ONE DAY! Your mind is amazing oof. I just read it and of course I’m not gonna tell you which one the ending is because I’d be spoiling it for everyone but you just guessed one of the endings 🤯

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We CANT hurt Mark like this come on!! He put his heart on the line but trusting our feelings for him!! You guys seriously you would ditch someone who chooses to love you even with a past flame around because they trust you when they could have been like no fuck that cus I don’t wanna risk it?? Mark has already confided in us and let someone in again it would KILL him if we betrayed him by going back to Yuta! What we had with Yuta was special yes but he knew he was giving us up when he faked his death. That’s the deal! I respect that he was protecting us but it’s so selfish of him to expect that because he got caught being alive we have to stop living our new life after we got our shit together to go back to him! Mark is a good man he doesn’t deserve to be hurt like this over something that should have been nipped in the bud. The second Johnny and Yuta linked up they could have explained the situation and said no one can know, if he wanted me back THAT badly. He watched me get involved with someone else after he chose to let me go because it was best for me, is it best for me to take back after I’ve tried to pick myself back up?? I’m gonna be so pissed if we fuck Mark over dude.

y’all this is the message that made me realise i couldn’t hurt mark. my man doesn’t deserve that

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doyumacy · 3 years

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I’m officially team Yuta!!! Hehe

im so sorry to disappoint you honey ☹️

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doyumacy · 3 years

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We just need Y/n to end up with Mork...💁

and they might?

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doyumacy · 3 years

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Why can’t she be with both Yuma and mark

ah they could’ve but yuta is too possessive to share ... maybe i’ll write a mini series of yuta where he returns home and finds love again?

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doyumacy · 3 years

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PLEASE MARK AND Y/N ENDING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE

tbh y/n and mark weren’t supposed to end together but mark got me

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doyumacy · 3 years

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RIDE OUT - 12

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx. ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ) ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ !!

the morning of the race you find yourself sitting on a bench on the santa monica pier. it’s 6 am. your hands are in the pockets of your hoodie and you're watching the ocean waves. this may be the last time you ever see and hear them.

you also think about yuta and mark, and you've come to the conclusion that you can't live like this. if everything goes according to yuta's plan, the first thing you would do is talk to them and let them know that you've made a decision. and your decision is final.

you take a deep breath and purse your lips thinking.

you can't help but think of all the memories with yuta, all the things you did and went through together. all the moments with him and how his presence brightened your days and how happy he made you. yuta would remain as a memory in your mind and you know it's time to move on. you also know you could never forget yuta because he is your first love, and maybe the love of your life. but things don't always happen the way you expect them to, and that's okay.

and yes, you will always be grateful to yuta for protecting you and your brothers, but from the moment he made the decision, the relationship would never be the same again

mark is your future and if there is one thing you are completely sure of, it's your feelings for him. you deserve the happiness you have found with mark, and mark offers you a real relationship with no secrets. and honestly, being with him has given you back the happiness you had lost a long time ago.

you notice out of the corner of your eye that someone is sitting next to you. it's yuta. he leans back, sliding a little on the bench.

without looking at you, he looks out at the waves and he can tell you’ve made your decision.

he sighs and slowly turns his head to you. “it’s mark, isn’t it?”

your eyes dart to him. “yes.”

yuta nods. “i figured you’d choose him, so that’ why i brought you this.”

yuta hands you a yellow folder with a bunch of papers inside of it. you take it and you open the folder. the big bold black letters call your attention. “LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT”. you look at him. “they just need your signature, i already signed them.”

“yuta…” you mutter.

he shakes his head. “it’s okay, y/n. i really hope mark can make you happy. you deserve it.”

you tilt your head, looking at him. “you deserve to be happy too, yuta.”

he sighs. “i was once and lost it, but it’s alright. the fact you’re standing here, alive is enough for me.”

“i’ll always love you, yuta.”

“i know,” he nods. “i’ll always love you too, y/n.”

his hand reaches for yours and kisses it. “i should go. i’ll see you tonight.”

he stands up from the bench and you stop him by taking him by the hand. “wait. i got something that’s yours.”

you shove your hand in your hoodie pocket and take out the golden chain he gave you. “you should have it back.”

yuta shakes his head. “it’s yours, you keep it as a sign of our love.” he approaches you and cups your face kissing your forehead. “goodbye, y/n.”

you hug yuta tightly. “thank you for everything, yuta.”

you go to mark’s place and after knocking twice and getting no response, you use the key he gave you. you unlock the door and there’s no sign of mark in the living room or the kitchen. he must be sleeping. you go to his bedroom and open the door trying to not make any sounds. mark is comfortably sleeping, you look at the clock on the wall and it’s almost 7 am.

you take your sneakers off and your socks as well. you walk over to the bed and crawl under the covers, spooning mark, he moves a little when you rest your hands on his chest and he places his on yours. your feet touch his and he groans.

he instantly rolls to look down at you, the expression of a kicked puppy, expecting an explanation.

“y/n,” he says, “your feet are icebergs!”

you smile looking at him. "i love you."

"i love you, too," he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. "but if you touch me again with those cold feet i'm kicking you out."

you giggle and your right foot brushes his left foot. he groans again. "y/n!"

you laugh. "shh, go back to sleep."

"i'm trying," he closes his eyes and his right hand makes its way down to your lower back, getting to your ass. you take his hand and place it again on your waist. he frowns and opens his eyes. "hey, that was not nice."

"if i make breakfast will you stop whining?"

"are you trying to poison me?"

"hey, that was not nice either," you pinch his abs.

he chuckles. "baby, you are smart, a badass, sexy, caring, emphatic and give the best blowjobs, but cooking ain't your thing."

you smile, shrugging. "i couldn't have every trait."

"i'd still bang you," he kiss your temple.

"even though i'm not a married woman anymore?"

mark tilts his head confused. you grin and rest your chin on his chest, looking at him. "got the divorce papers today and i signed them."

"oh..." mark nods. "oh... wait, hold on, why? i mean, that is great news, i just didn't expect it would happen anytime soon."

"you're my future, mark." you rest your hand on his cheek, cupping that side of his face. "so, here i am and i don't want to be anywhere else."

mark beams and takes the hand that is cupping his cheek and plants a kiss on it. "are you proposing?"

you roll your eyes and groan, making him chuckle. "come here, baby." he pulls you for a kiss and cups your face. "i'm never letting you go. ever. i love you."

you kiss mark back. you sigh into his mouth moving your lips against his and then biting his lower lip slowly, pulling it. soon your tongue massage his and explores his mouth

you grab his jaw and turn his face to the side. the kiss is soft and sweet, just under his sharp jaw and then, you bite lower. he bites his lip.

your lips move down his neck slowly tasting his skin as you breathe in his wonderful scent. “honestly i don't understand why you use perfume to sleep," you chuckle against his neck. "but i love it so much."

mark giggles. “you never know when your girlfriend will break into your house and seduce you at 7 am.”

you laugh and sigh. “this is how i want to spend the rest of my mornings.”

“it feels like you’re proposing again,” mark purses his lips. you roll your eyes and pinch him again. “ouch! i was joking, geez.”

“i’m gonna leave, mark,” you warn. “show me some love.” you pout.

“my god,” he scoffs. “you’re so needy.”

“mark!” you whine.

he smirks and gives your nose a peck. “i’m so glad you walked into my life.”

you smile. “are you proposing, mark lee?”

“please explain to me how we are together?”

you shrug. “because we’re both a pain in the ass.”

“yeah,” he nods. “but you’re the biggest pain in the ass.”

you squint your eyes. “loser.”

“christer,” he grins.

“what even is that?” you laugh.

“oh baby, i need to take you home,” he sighs. “my home.”

“i thought i was your home?” you raise an eyebrow.

“you are my second home,” he pecks your nose.

you nod as you start drawing circles on his neck with your finger. “so, is the seducing thing working?”

mark smiles. “who’s the horny one now?”

“let’s say you're wearing black shirt and grey sweatpants, turn me on,” your hand goes down his stomach and you look at him smiling, “and guess what?”

he hums, his eyes not leaving yours. “i’m not wearing any panties and a bra.”

he smiles sideways. “naughty girl. what should i do about it?”

you shrug, your hand going lower until you find the hem of his sweatpants. “i don’t know, teach me a lesson?”

and that’s how you end up with mark between your tights, your hands pulling from his hair as you arch your back and choke a loud moan when you feel cumming for the second time. “fuck fuck fuck m-ma ah,” you look down at him and you notice his eyes are on you as his mouth and fingers work on your heat.

as you’re coming down from your high, you feel his fingers start moving inside you again, his thumb slowly rubbing on your swollen clit. “mark i-i can’t,” you whine and the grip on his hair gets tighter.

mark hovers over your body and kisses your jaw. your hair is all messed up and his fingers are glistening with your juices. he places his fingers on your lips, gently tapping them so you can open them. you take his lips, sucking them and tasting yourself on them. you lick them clean and mark smirks. “good girl.”

your hands push his black shirt up, over his head making him pull away. you slowly stroke his stomach and his eyes are focused on you, burning holes through you. “god, you’re so hot.” you mutter.

he smirks and cups your face kissing you. “you’re a goddess. deadly sexy.” he bites your lip.

“fuck me, mark,” you murmur, kissing him.

“okay,” he smiles teasingly.

mark sits up and frees himself from his grey sweatpant, running his damp hand over his hard shaft. you lick your lips looking down at his hardened cock. “your dick is pretty.”

mark laughs, jerking himself. “you wanna know how it looks prettier?”

you nod. “inside of you.”

you grin and rest your back on the bed again, spreading your legs for him. “then let’s make it look prettier.”

mark smirks as he moves and positions himself at your entrance. he pushes his tip into you and moves slowly, making sure you feel the stretch as he pushes every inch into you. his hands grab your hips and sighs. “i fucking love how you take me so well.” he takes one of your legs, hooking it at his hip.

“mark,” you moan, biting your lip. he grins softly, his thrusts are slow as he slides his dick in and out.

“yes, love?” he hums, sliding in until he’s balls deep inside you.

you moan again, throwing your head back. “oh shit.”

mark giggles and starts fucking you harder, king and deep strokes, his hands holding tightly your waist. he runs his thumb over your clit as he rocks his hips. he moans under his breath as you clench arohnd him. he thruts deeper, groaning as he feels your nails dig on his back.

you whine as mark pushes your leg up to your chest and his thrusts are quicker and hard. you moan. “oh my god. mark!”

loud moans tumbling from your lips as he thrusts deep inside of you. your hands tangle in his hair, “i’m gonna cum, mark. oh god. you fuck me so good,” you exclaim.

mark pushes your legs a bit further to gain a deeper angle. you whine out, your pussy clenching around him. he moans, he loves feeling you cum around his cock. you feel mark cumming deep inside of you. he moans, snuggling into your neck. “oh lord. i love you so much,” he mutters, panting.

“you’re so cheesy after sex,” you reply, panting as well making mark laugh.

he rolls off you and takes his shirt cleaning your thighs. “we made a mess, baby.”

“let’s take a shower together,” you smile.

“that i like better,” he helps you to get up from the bed and hugs you from behind, walking to the bathroom.

mark kisses your neck as you open the door and laugh when you feel something poking in your ass. “again?”

“you’re so hot, i can’t help it,” he shrugs. “besides, i haven’t fucked you in my shower yet.”

“then what are we waiting for?” you pull him closer.

mark is driving you home when you feel your phone buzzing, you frown when you see doyoung has texted you. you unlock your phone.

from: doyoung.

to: y/n

there has been a change of plans. we’ll meet at hollywood boulevard. be there at 10 pm.

“what is it, baby?” mark asks, his eyes focused on the road.

“doyoung changed the location,” you look at him and gulp. “what if he knows something?”

“let’s not think ahead of ourselves, okay?” his right hand finds your left hand. “text yuta and tell him.”

you nod and with your free hand, you text yuta and sigh locking your phone once the message has been sent. “y/n?” you turn to face mark. “i’m coming tonight.”

jisung doesn’t tell you, but he’s panicking. and he’s scared. scared that you or him, or both end up getting hurt, or worse, dead just because his stupid mistake.

he walks around the living room thinking what he can do to fix it, but whatever comes to his head, it’s too late.

“no!” johnny’s voice startles him, making jisung turn his head towards his upset brother.

“johnny, listen to me!” you take his arm. “this is the only way. the plan we had won’t work.”

“she’s right,” yuta mutters from the corner he’s standing. “it’s too risky and maybe too crowded.”

“i don’t give a fuck about other people!” johnny exclaims. “i only care about my sister and my brother’s safety for fuck’s sake.”

“what’s the new plan?” jisung asks, everyone’s eyes going to him.

you take a deep breath. “i will be driving your car and you mine.”

jisung frowns, confused. “what good will that do?”

“it will give us time so yuta can finally arrest doyoung,” you explain. “when he realises i’m the one driving, you’ll be miles away. safe and sound.”

“and what about you?” jisung glances at you.

“i can take care of myself,” you reply.

“i’ll be there,” yuta and mark say at the same time. they look at each other for a few seconds.

you shake your head. “don’t worry about me, jisung.” you approach him and stand in front of him. “as soon as we hit the ending line, you keep driving. i’m gonna pretend i’m you and i’m gonna lose on purpose.”

“and when ‘jwi’ has to face him, doyoung will realise that well, the real jwi escaped and yuta’s men will be there already,” mark tells jisung. “you’ll drive to my place where a friend of mine will be waiting for you. you’re gonna be safe there.”

“it’s stupid.” johnny spits. “and suicidal.”

“it’s our only chance,” you look at him.

“tell her she’s wrong.” johnny stares at yuta.

yuta slowly shakes his head. “it’s our only shot.”

johnny groans and runs a hand through his hair. he stares at you and then at jisung. “if one of you dares to not return home tonight, i’m gonna be pissed so you better be here.” he clears his throat.

johnny hugs you both at the same time and sighs. “you two won’t ever stop giving me headaches.” you and jisung giggle and you hug johnny tightly. he responds to the gesture by kissing your forehead.

johnny looks up at yuta and mark, who are standing in the living room watching the scene. he cocks an eyebrow. “you guys wanna join?”

yuta laughs, scoffing, shaking his head. “i actually should be going. see you later.”

yuta leaves your house and you look at mark. you open up an arm so he can join your hug and he smiles softly walking to you and hugs you. jisung and johnny laugh. “this is so awkward.” jisung murmurs.

“let’s stay like this for one more minute,” you say.

hollywood boulevard is crowded as hell that night. tourists, locals, everyone going everywhere. you’re inside of your car, waiting for doyoung to call or text.

several minutes pass and your cell phone vibrates. it's another message from doyoung.

from: doyoung.

to: y/n

drive to la brea avenue.

you do as doyoung says and once you’re on the avenue, you spot his luxurious car. you park your car and walk to him. he smiles when he sees you. “long time no see, my dear.”

“what’s the route?” you ask.

“rude,” he cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest. “the route, you’re gonna drive through hollywood hills until you get to the 101, and i really hope you get there first, y/n. i’ve waited enough.”

“are you insane?” you look at him. “we can’t drive through residential neighborhoods, there’s not enough space for two cars.”

doyoung rolls his eyes. “okay, you’re backing off. let’s just wait for that dude, and as soon as they arrive, i’ll have my sniper to shoot them.”

“no!” you clear your throat. “fine. i’ll do it.”

“that’s my girl,” he smirks. “i’ll be waiting on the 101, don’t take too long.”

doyoung gets inside his car and drives away. you’re trembling at this point, the streets of the hills are not exactly the best for a race; streets with very sharp curves, the space is very small even for a single car and the most risky thing: entry and exit of cars.

you sigh and shut your eyes, praying everything will be fine.

you hear jisung’s car motor and you turn on your heels. he gets off from his car and you walk to him. “ready to wake up some people?” you joke.

“yeah, hope it won’t be me crashing into their gates,” jisung jokes as well.

you bite your lip. “we should start.”

jisung nods and hands you a black cap. “i always use it when i drive.”

you take the cap and stare at him. “try driving as if you were me.”

“i’m definitely losing then,” he mocks.

you chuckle and take a deep breath. “i will see you at mark’s place, okay?”

“yes.” he nods and hugs you tight, kissing your cheek. “be safe, y/n.”

“you too, jisung.”

you get into his car and take your hair inside of the cap just in case, since the windows are too dark for anyone to notice who’s driving. you start the car and line up next to jisung.

your stomach is in knots as you start your engines. the rumble that usually brings you excitement frightened you now. you grasp your hand again and are holding tight.

the cars go with the roar of engines and squeals of tires. jisung shoots ahead, but you're close behind. luckily, you barely ran into a few cars.

you can tell the 101 is close since you start spotting more cars and traffic, but that doesn't stop you. you keep driving and as you're about to reach the ending line, you slow down so jisung can pass you and win.

but jisung's car doesn't slow down. you frown and push the brakes so you can start slowing down but they don't respond. you see how jisung keeps driving. 'at least he's gonna be safe.'

you try to use the emergency brake but it doesn't work either. you grip at the steering wheel and you decide to exit the 101 where the traffic is lighter until you reach a point where the road is empty and you can still stop the car.

your eyes go to the emergency brake to check quickly if there's something that can give you the idea why they're failing. in time to see your headlights illuminate an animal bolting across the street in front of you. you veere hard to avoid it. you feel your heart skip a beat and your breath catches in your throat as the right side of the car lifted into the air, time seeming to stand still for a second.

and then the car is flipping, the window slamming into the ground first, the force of it driving out any remaining air your lungs may have contained. glass from the driver side window scattered across you, forcing you to shut your eyes to protect them. the car rolls over and over, finally coming to rest on its roof.

suspended from the seat belt you can feel the blood rushing into your head. glass cut at your hands and arms as you try to unfasten the seat belt. you can see the pavement right outside the windshield. you scramble for the door handle but the frame around the door is too dented to allow it to open. and you're scared of moving too much. you hands are shaking and you don't feel any pain. you touch your face and feel warm liquid falling from your head. it's blood. and now it's dripping off on your neck.

you hear footsteps approaching the car and when you turn your head slightly, you quickly recognize who those black patent leather shoes belong to. you gulp as you notice he stands at the height of the window and peeks out his head. doyoung smiling and clicks his tongue. "look what we have over here."

doyoung sticks his hand through the window and grabs your jaw hard, tightening. you whine and try to take his hand off your face, but he is only tight at the grip. "where the fuck is your brother?"

"i-i don't know what you're talking about," you whisper.

doyoung groans and yanks your jaw free violently. "i'm gonna ask you one more time, where is jisung?"

you keep your mouth shut and doyoung sighs. "okay, i see you like things the hard way." he spots a deep cut on your chest and presses on it with force, hurting you. you cry, almost screaming but refuse to tell any information about jisung.

"fucking whore," doyoung mutters as he keeps adding pressure on the wound. you feel tears falling down your eyes and let out a sigh of relief when doyoung removes his fingers.

"i see you're willing to die for him," he stands up, dusting off the dust from his expensive dress pants and wiping his blood-stained fingers on them. "then you'll die."

you hear more footsteps approaching and spot two pairs of shoes. the two men remove the door and one they have taken off the seat belt, doyoung bends down again and, grabbing you by the hair, pulls you out of the car. you whimper trying to get him away from you but your body is too weak. you know you're hurt everywhere but feel numb.

doyoung drops you to the ground, your hands keeping your head from hitting the hard pavement. he rolls you on your stomach and takes your hair making you kneel. his face is close to yours. "it was a pleasure working with you, gorgeous."

you see doyoung taking a gun out from the back of his shirt and loads it. you gasp as you close your eyes, lowering your head. and then, all you remember is hearing a gunshot right in front of you.

i'm sorry, johnny. i love you.

i'm sorry, jisung. i love you.

i'm sorry, mark. i love you.

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