SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, injuries, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
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itâs quickâboth the beating of sanâs heart and the drive to dongwooâs place.
as the car comes to a quick stop san lets out a breath; he's not sure how long heâs held it. he watches with antsy eyes as his comrades sort themselves out of the van.
âsan.â yeosangâs voice is sharp in his ear, as if the older was right next to him. âyouâre not to leave the van.â
san glares at the seat in front of him, âi know,â he grits his teeth, upset.
âsan.â unlike the sharp voice that called him seconds ago, seonghwaâs was soft and cautious. he turns to the older, eyes softening at his smooth features. âdonât worry, weâll be back soon,â seonghwa quickly loads the magazine of his gun, âwith y/n,â he emphasizes to ease the boyâs nerves.
san stares at the older with an emotion heâs not sure he could identifyâadmiration? gratitude? he looks over at his friends until his eyes finally land on jongho. suddenly a wave of shame overcame him. these are the people heâs trusted the most. these are the people that, no matter what, would have his back and vice versa.
and theyâre also the same people he fought with days ago over the person heâs fallen for.
he stares, sullenly, at the backs of everyone as they run to the warehouse at seonghwaâs command.
âif youâre worried you can always look at the cameras,â mingi says referring to the live feed coming from the memberâs body camâs.
san knows there is a reassuring smile on the youngerâs face as he notifies him of something that could help calm him. âyeah.â he replies, reaching over from his seat and grabbing the case that is on the vanâs floor in front of the seats heâs behind of.
as his other arm is still injured, he struggles a bit to unlock the case and pull out the device. by the time the screen is plagued with different body cam footage he hears muffled noises. his brows furrow, body leaning in closer while putting the volume upâthe cameras drawing closer and closer to the sources.
âthis is boring,â a voice drawls, âarenât you two bored?â
thereâs a grunt, sanâs eyes dart from every camera footage until he finds one that has a view of a personâthen four.
itâs jonghoâs camera, the younger is close enough to provide a view of wooyoung, y/n and what san assumes are their torturers. his eyes are blown wide at the gruesome sight of the twoâtied up to separate pillars and drenched in their own blood. bruises, cuts and shiners glistening under the flickering light bulb that is over them. even that much he can see from the lower quality of the footage and itâs enough to make his heart clench.
he flinches, eyes screwing shut when one of the men kicks y/n in the chest. gasping and whimpering sound from the doctor. san opens his eyes after a moment, worried when he hears a heavy sigh.
âlisten, this isnât hard. iâve said this like a million times.â the man squats down in front of y/n, gun in handâits end tapping y/nâs horribly bruised cheek.
sanâs eyes bore into the figure of the man, debating whether he should sit as told or play bs on whatever table they had laid out.
âbut this will be the last.â his finger hugs the trigger gently, itching to pull. âspeak or weâll blow your brains out. you haveâŠâ he hums, thinking, âabout a minute or so to think about it.â
âbullshit it is!â san yells, slamming the camera shut and jumping over the seats and grabbing the sniper rifle propped against the seat. screw his wound.
he runs out of the van before pausing midstep. âsafety first or seonghwa will kill me even if iâm already dead.â he grunts, running back and looking for a vest.
one minute.
less than forty seconds left and san groans at the pain from his arm as he rushes around. as he sneaks inside the building, he makes sure the gun is locked and loaded.
âseonghwa-hyung~â he sings into the in-ear, ripping the shoulder brace off. âcare to say where the back entrance is at?â
âsan-â
âhe did not just-â
âare we surprised?â
âsan, what the fuck are you doing?â
âchoi san.â hongjoong growls, san dismisses their voices.
âchoi san.â seonghwaâs sigh makes him grin, âyou fuck this up and iâll have your head on a silver platter.â
san pouts, looking around when he reaches a wall. âwhy not a gold one? donât you love me?â
the older rolls his eyes, everyone feels it without the need to see him,âtake a left and climb-.â
âhyung. i canât fuck this up,â he runs to the left, eyes scaling the wall until he sees a ladder up ahead. âi have to save them, hyung.â
he swings the sniper rifle to his back by itâs sling, grabbing the handles of the ladder and forces his way up, bearing the throbbing pain of his shoulder.
âyouâre an idiot.â san smiles at seonghwaâs remark.
âi know-â heâs cut off by the sound of a gun firing.
his blood goes cold, heart pounding in his throat and fingers locking on the rails of the ladder.
âsan.â mingiâs voice brings him back from a dark thought. âheâs playing russian roulette.â
âthis bitch.â san growls, regaining his senses and climbing up the ladder at full speed.
the ladder leads him to the window on the second floor. he takes a quick glance around before crouching down, swinging the gun back to his front and setting it up. he has y/nâs tormenter in viewâitâs dongwoo. the fucker must have joined while he made his way here.
itâs not just him either, from up here san can see a few more peopleâsome he recognizes from the incident with dongwoo. he grips the gun, contemplating his next move while dongwoo comments on how thereâs only two rounds left, victim to the unknown.
âmingi take 12 oâclock, yunho 2, seonghwa 5 and jongho take the other guy.â
âyou know, thatâs the guy that took y/n.â jongho comments, âhe looks so boring, no wonder i didnât notice something was off.â
âdonât care.â san breathes out as he takes aim, waiting for the right moment to strike.
âletâs try again.â dongwoo says while standing up, pointing the gun at y/nâs head. wooyoung, even in his bloodied daze, gathered the strength to yell out in protest. his voice was so weak, throat scratched raw from the constant screaming heâd done from the hours of being tortured and witnessing it. heâd been trained to be strong, but how much of that training was useful when heâd never experienced pain like that?
san held his breath, aiming through the scope and waiting for the perfect moment. and he couldâve let out a sigh this time, dongwooâs back was now in full display. he waited no more, finger pressing the trigger without a second thought.
four shots follow after.
quickly, san swings the weapon back and goes to the pole nearest to him, sliding down it to reach the bottom floor faster. thereâs no time to cry over the pain in his shoulder, his main focus is y/n and his best friend.
âi want zero survivors.â hongjoong orders through the in-ear.
san makes his way to y/nâs limp body while yunho rushes to wooyoungâs aid.
seonghwa replies to the order, âroger that.â signaling the rest to spread out and take out anyone else inside the building. all of those gunshots were sure to alert anyone in the nearby radius, so it was never too much to keep your guard up.
heâs on high alert when he hears a groan, eyes darting down to see dongwooâs eyes glare at him while trying to reach the gun he dropped.
âitâs not like you to miss the heart, san.â jongho murmurs as san steps on dongwooâs wrist.
âwas just messing around.â san says while kicking the gun away. âbehave.â he warns the fallen man while returning to y/nâs aid.
as soon as he unties the older, y/n falls into his arms with a huff. san smiles gently, cupping up y/nâs face to see how bad his injuries were. âsorry we took so long.â he says while checking him for any debilitating injuries.
âawe, look at you. saving your lover boy.â dongwooâs pained laugh resonates through the building. san ignores himâthe fucker is bleeding out and he still finds the time to taunt him?
âcan you stand?â san asks y/n, the older giving a gentle nod.
earlier, san kicked the gun towards y/n just in case. reassuring himself dongwoo is rendered useless, he picks it up before standing and hoisting y/nâs arm around his shoulder. itâs quite a struggle as the older wobbles at his own weight but san gladly helps him stand.
and finally having the situation under control, he turns to dongwoo, who has a shit eating grin on his face. itâs like the guy thinks heâll be left alive.
âyeah,â san sends a smirk his way, the smug look on his face so strong dongwooâs gaze faltered, âwhat about it?â and the trigger was pulled. point blank range on dongwooâs face.
thereâs a peaceful silence as they drive back to their hideout. sanâs aware heâll get an earful from the two heads of the group, but he could care less. his brother and lover are back safe and sound.
some time into the ride, y/n wakes up from a sudden bump in the road, letting out a groan as he grips his head. he felt like his brain was mush and floating around in his skullâhe for sure had a concussion.
san flinched, his arm that was wrapped around the doctorâs shoulder loosening his grip. he makes eye contact with y/n, a small smile on his face when the older nudges his head closer to him. it seemd like minutes had passed in the stuffy van as their eyes remained connected.
no one dared to say a word, not wanting to disturb such a wholesome moment. san looked like he had found his person and if this was their moment of realization, what gave the members the right to screw it up. it had been an eventful few weeks, the solidarity in this moment was something they wanted to last forever.
wooyoung sat a row in front of the two, being treated by yunho at y/nâs request. san found it foolish yet admirable, y/n had sustained more worrisome injuries than wooyoung yet the older refused to be treated before him.
ignoring the dried and caked blood shading y/nâs cheeks, san caressed the tainted skin with the pad of his thumb. his own eyes burned, bloodied by the flying specks of dongwooâs blood from shooting him so close, but he didnât care. y/n was in front of him.
and although no one wanted to ruin the moment, seonghwa started to get irritated by the anticipation that theyâd kiss. their faces were mere millimeters apart and all they were doing was staring at each other?
oh, what a coincidence, he needed to make a right turn at the next light. after making sure it was safe to turn on red, he jerked the wheel to the right. he tossed all consideration for the road out the window and watched the two through the rear view mirror.
at the sharpness of his turn, y/n had fallen forward, his lips connecting with sanâs.
seonghwa smiled widely, holding in a cheer for his actions when all of a sudden a loud horn sounded and his attention was brought back to the road, âoh shit,â the wheel was jerked once again, his shoulders shrugging up in apology.
san and y/n parted their lips, sighing against each other. the younger let out a hum, âyou taste different from before.â
maybe he was trying to be poetic or maybe just making a simple observation, but wooyoung couldnât help but pipe in, âyeah. his lips are bloody.â
âshut up.â
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, injuries, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
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AUTHORâS NOTE | chapter 5 brought to you by kingdomâs legendary war playlist. written by monnie, edited by alex uwu feedback appreciated!
WORD COUNT |Â 1.59k
TAG LIST :; @jonghoshoeâ , @kpopidolsarehumanstooâ , if youâd like to be added to the list please say so in our inbox/ask box!
âchangsik.â
y/n heaved while changsik threw him against the wall. changsikâs punches came to a halt once his name was called and y/n simply slid down from the wall to the floor, his body on fire.
âwhat. iâm busy.â changsik glared at the uninvited coworker that walked in.Â
âsomeone was looking for you,â there was a teasing tone to the coworkerâs words; changsik raised a brow, âand actually, we have an extra person looking for a beating.âÂ
only then did changsik notice the other boy. his coworker pushed the boy in front of him, clearly beaten nicely to where he can only stumble. he stepped closer to him, gripping his face and angling it to inspect who it could be.
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, injuries, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
[chapter index] [playlist] [previous chapter]
AUTHORâS NOTE | chapter 5 brought to you by kingdomâs legendary war playlist. written by monnie, edited by alex uwu feedback appreciated!
WORD COUNT |Â 1.59k
TAG LIST :; @jonghoshoeâ , @kpopidolsarehumanstooâ , if youâd like to be added to the list please say so in our inbox/ask box!
"changsik."
y/n heaved while changsik threw him against the wall. changsik's punches came to a halt once his name was called and y/n simply slid down from the wall to the floor, his body on fire.
"what. i'm busy." changsik glared at the uninvited coworker that walked in.Â
"someone was looking for you," there was a teasing tone to the coworkerâs words; changsik raised a brow, "and actually, we have an extra person looking for a beating."Â
only then did changsik notice the other boy. his coworker pushed the boy in front of him, clearly beaten nicely to where he can only stumble. he stepped closer to him, gripping his face and angling it to inspect who it could be.
"jung wooyoung." he grinned, "trying to play hero and save the doc, huh? thought you'd have a better plan. but now that you're here, why don't you join him. unless you'd be oh so kind to give me the info i'm looking for."Â
"like hell i will." wooyoung spit at changsik's face, grinning gently when the man flinched in disgust.Â
changsik grunted, "fine." he turned to his coworker, "take care of these two, bring some buddies if you want. if you get anything out of them, report to me." he received an affirmative nod before walking away.Â
as he made his way through the hideout, thinking lightly on what he should do with this visitor of his. he's probably not even worth muchâŠ
"heeseung, correct?" he watched the boy jump, "sorry, didn't mean to scare you."Â
heeseung shook his head, "it's fine. isâŠ" he looked around, a small frown lingering on his features. "y/n really here?"Â
"why? are you doubting?" changsik laughed as sincerely as he could. "he's here, i assure you. come on, i'll take you to him so you can see youâre worrying for nothing."Â
he started walking the opposite direction of where y/n is, heeseung following tentatively.Â
"how much do you know of y/n?" changsik asked while thinking of which room to use for his little execution. Â
"i would say a lot, but lately it's felt like i know nothingâŠ"Â
"i seeâŠ" changsik nodded to himself. yep, definitely useless. "well just walk in here and y/n will arriveâŠ" he gestured to the shorter, who walked in uncritically. "but in your next life, probably."Â
heeseung paused, confused at what changsik said. he turned around to verbally question him, only to be met with the end of a gun.Â
"alright, so what have you got?"Â
"nothing really, sir. they're not talking."Â
changsik frowned, walking up to wooyoung who was tied to a pillar. "not talking, eh? you really prefer getting every bone in your body broken over spilling a few sentences?"Â
wooyoung grunted in pain when changsik kicked him in the stomach. he could barely curl up in pain and changsik enjoyed his frantic struggling.Â
"i'll give you about ten minutes to carefully reconsider. it's not treason if you're doing it to survive." changsik crouched down, patting wooyoung's cheek and laughing as the boy flinched.Â
by now, y/n's blindfold was off. it was bothersome to see the state wooyoung was in⊠but who knew how bad his own was? for sure he looked worse than the younger.Â
as soon as changsik and the other three left, y/n directed something to wooyoung.Â
"what are you playing at here."Â
wooyoung looked at him through heavy eyes, it felt more like a glare. "what do you mean?"Â
"from what i've seen these past weeks, ateez decides as a group. you guys work as a group. you're pretty stupid to come out here alone, you know. and that makes me assume somethingâs up."Â
wooyoung sighed, resting his head against the pillar. he winced, squeezing his eyes shut as his head throbbed. âfine, youâre right. iâm stupid for wanting to make my best friend happy again with no plan whatsoever. and for ditching my team. the day jongho came back claiming you ran away, san denied it saying you would never do that.â his lips quivered as he tried to ignore the pain.
"they went back and forth, fighting every chance they got. the teamâs falling apart with the accusationsâ and theyâre mostly from sanâs part. no oneâs getting why youâre so special to himâŠâ wooyoung opened his eyes and locked them with y/nâs curious ones, âexcept me, because san tells me everything.â
y/nâs heart picked up in pace at the sound of wooyoungâs tone. he was almost afraid to know what he meant; âwhat... do you mean by that.â
âhe likes you.â wooyoung smiled gently, ignoring the pain in his busted lip. âas in, he likes likes you.â he took in y/nâs flustered face, âand heâs going crazy not knowing where you are. but heâs impatient, stubborn and thatâs driving the others mad.â
â...but what do they want from you?â
âdongwoo?â wooyoung glanced at the door, âin ranks, ateez is first, dongwooâs group is second. the one time we try to work together they try to pull something which failed on them, but either way, theyâre still trying. i can only guess that they want to know how to push us under.â
just as he finished explaining, changsik and his buddies came walking through the door again. this time, with weapons. y/n felt bad for the sigh of relief he almost let out when they approached wooyoung.Â
ânow, while our boss is informing yours about a few things, weâre going to have some fun beating the shit out of you two.âchangsik untied wooyoungâs ropes, watching the boy fall to the floor, barely catching himself. âunless, you know, you tell us where your hideout is, what businesses youâre running and where and give us access to your database.â
âthe answerâs still no-â wooyoung cried out in pain as changsik shot a bullet at his thigh.Â
âwell then,â changsik crouched down next to him, âweâll be here for a while.â
âdonât make that face.â hongjoong threw san a glare.
they had finally finished the details of the plan, having gone over them so no one missed a detail. yeosang was to stay at the hq incase dongwooâs men were ordered to try anything if they found it, along with hongjoong. the others were to go bring wooyoung and y/n back, while san was also to stay behind.Â
âiâm practically useless in this plan!â san argued, while pointing aggressively at the mapped out plan on the paper hongjoong drew.Â
âyouâre injured, of course you are.â jongho commented while rolling his eyes.Â
san glared at the younger, ready to start yet another fight, but seonghwa intervened. âthatâs enough.â he glared softly at san, âwhat exactly do you want to do then.â
âlet me go with you.â before they started arguing with him, he continued. âiâll stay in the van.â
yunho laughed, shaking his head. âof course you will.â
hongjoong sighed, âfine. now go get ready, i want you to leave as soon as possible.â
they all nodded, excusing themselves. hongjoong grabbed seonghwaâs hand before the older left. seonghwa eyed him worrily.Â
âwhatâs wrong-â
âi need you back here⊠alive.â
seonghwa smiled smugly, âyou doubting my skills, kim?â
hongjoong rolled his eyes, âhwa.â
âfine fine, but what makes you think iâll leave you?âÂ
"i'm just telling you i want back here alive. i'm not willing to give you a funeral so soon. i don't have the funds for it."Â
"funny." now it was seonghwa who rolled his eyes, he intertwined his fingers with hongjoong's while continuing. "of course i'll come back alive, you guys would starve to death if not from food poisoning by trying to cook." he laughed softly when hongjoong made a face of agreement, "plus, if i die it better be with you."Â
"how touching." hongjoong grinned, pulling seonghwa down a bit. "see you later then." he kissed seonghwa gently, the older one returning it with a smile.Â
their moment was disturbed when san's voice came through their ear piece. "seonghwa-hyung~ can i get some snacks for the road~? you know what, i'll decide for you. so, yes."
after seonghwa excused himself with a heavy sigh, they began to prepare for their journey. although the province dongwoo was in only took an hour or so to get there, it felt like very little time to mentally prepare.
"alright you guys." hongjoong watched mingi close the trunk. "your mission is to get y/n and wooyoung, i don't care how you do it as long as police do not get involved. even if they do, yeosang can take care of it, but you know it's safer to keep things under control. as long as you have each other, everything will go great. don't doubt yourselves unless the others doubt you as well. so go out there and show dongwoo and his men ateez will and can never be brought down."Â
"also," yeosang locked eyes with san. "dongwoo said once he gets info out of the two he'll make a move. assuming they're loyal, they'll withstand any torture. so although we've seen some nasty injuries, be prepared for something you might have never seen. and i'm sure all of dongwoo's men, including dongwoo himself, will be in one place, so do what you seem fit."
"got it!"Â
they waved farewells before flooding inside the van. as they drove, san focused his sight out the window. his only hope was to have y/n back aliveâas long as the older is breathing, that's all that will matter.
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Helloo I am in love with your Tinted Kisses series would it be fine if I were tagged when the next chapter comes out cause unfortunately I am quite forgetful :<
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
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AUTHORâS NOTE | weâre back! sorry for the long break, hopefully we can get into the flow of things! monnieâs already started chapter 5 off amazingly too :p written by both of us this time (mainly edited by monnie)! please leave feedback, like, reblog, whatever you can to let us know whether you enjoyed it or not! (re-edited because dongwoo and changsik were switched up)
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y/n was usually called outstanding, hard-working, smart. but in reality, he was an idiot when he was outside the workforce.Â
being a workaholic meant showing your skills, growing them, improving them, and practicing them constantly. sometimes it seemed to be all he knewâ itâs what all the people around him saw.Â
yet again, outside of it heâs quite a gullible man; which brings him to his current situationâŠÂ
âlooking for something?âÂ
he looked away from the bandages he was previously examining to come face to face with a man that looked around his age. ânot really, just restocking my clinic. orâtrying to find things to restock it with.â the man nods, glancing around suspiciously, although y/n didnât didnât seem to take notice of this particular action.Â
âthis pharmacy is pretty small, but it has lots of good supplies⊠lots of hidden gems. want me to show you where i get my tools?â
âoh,â y/n blinked in surprise, âyouâre in the medical field?â
the man made eye contact with him, managing a convincing smile. âyeah, thereâs a clinic down the road from here, about fifteen minutes by foot, this is the nearest pharmacy, so we stock up from here most of the time. i work there as an assistant.â
y/n nodded, amusement sparkling in his eyes. âwow, then please! show me what you suggest.â
at the approval, the man nodded, ânameâs changsik, by the way. what do you work as? iâm assuming youâre also in the medical field.â
they walked along the aisle of the cough syrups, ointments, and the few other medicines to turn and make their way to the exit door. y/n furrowed his brows, about to ask why they were exiting until changsik made another turn, walking towards the staff room.Â
âyour assumption is correct, iâm a surgeonâŠâ he replied belatedly, trailing off as he stepped foot inside the room. his eyes trailed on the shelves full of unopened boxes, more prescription pills, andâbingo! the supplies heâd written down on his list.Â
for a split second, the memory of san handing it to him flashes across his mind, blinking it away as he turned to changsik. âwait, how are you able to access this?â
âiâm a regular.â he glanced across at him, looking past the window. âand also the perks of having a pharmaceutical license,â a hefty laugh left his mouth, âtook some convincing though.âÂ
âhuh,â y/n squatted down, inspecting a box that was on the floor, âi guess that makes sense.â
âjust put what you need in a box and take it out. iâll just say youâre helping me take it back.â changsik smiled, watching y/n nod and do so.
after a few minutes, y/n finished and announced he was ready to check out. changsikâs eyes met one of the cctv cameras before settling on y/n.Â
âalright, letâs go check out.âÂ
as they walked toward the front, they reached the hallway that led to the exit. just as y/n was going to walk past, toward the checkout counter, a hand forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. he looked behind him, in a startled manner, thinking changsik had just forgotten something. however, a deeper fear struck when changsikâs hand moved to clench at the back of his collar.Â
âdonât make a sound.â
the second the cold blade touched the skin of y/nâs neck, the surgeon knew to stay quiet. there was a burning in his throat as he struggled to swallow, scared to trigger any abrupt movement. his frantic mind jumbled about, words of scolding placed toward himself and the situation while trying to get a grip. he thought of using the in-ear to alert jongho, but it would risk exposure of the communication device: in any case⊠heâd be dead by then.
âwhat is taking him so long?â jongho grunted, tapping his foot in impatience. itâd already been about 10 minutes since y/n entered the storeâit shouldnât take that long for a surgieron to find equipment thatâs of medicinal standard!
tapping his in-ear and calling out the doctorâs name, he got no response. placing his face mask on, he rushed into the store, beckoning the cashier. âhave you seen a man, about 6â3â with h/c hair?â
the cashier stared at him with a shocked look, âyes, but he went back toward the restrooms. is he dangerous?â
jongho shook his head before running toward the back of the store. he shoved against the restroom door, shouting out the olderâs name as he threw open each stall door. finally admitting the fact that the older had disappeared, he tapped his in-ear once more, calling out for anyone.
âjongho, whatâs going on?â hongjoong had intercepted the connection, hearing jonghoâs worried voice.
the bodyguard had no time to register the primal fear that would settle itself in his bones once faced with the leader, âitâs y/n, hyung. he ran away.âÂ
jongho returned to the headquarters after scoping out the area once more and had just entered through the front door when he was met with the sight of the whole group.Â
hongjoong was staring at him with his jaw clenched and an almost empty whiskey glass settled in his lax hand. jongho had never seen a look so severe in hongjoongâs eyesâheâd never messed up this bad. and apparently, the leader wasnât the only one emotionally affected by his mistake, because before hongjoong could even physically express his own anger, san had snatched the glass from his hand and launched it at jongho, missing his head by less than an inch.
everyone was shocked at his silent outburst, san even going as far to ignore the immense pain in his abdomen and on his shoulder, but hongjoong simply sent the younger a look, causing him to cower back in the slightest. jongho, however, was enraged at what had just happened. what gave san, who had no superiority over him, the right to do that?
âwhat the fuck was that?â he had stormed over to the boy, grabbing his shirt with both fists. san didnât back down, sticking his jaw out toward the youngest.
âhow could you lose y/n?â
âi was told no matter what to avoid cameras, so i stayed outside! i didnât exactly think the fucker would have the balls to run away!âÂ
everyone watched the two, eyeing when to step in and pull them apart. but hongjoong let them run their mouths. the longer someone talks, the more something is revealed. what he was looking to be revealed, he didnât know; but something would come up.
san pushed back against jongho, ây/n hyung wouldnât run away. heâd never do that!âÂ
âoh,â hongjoong perked in interest.
the younger scoffed, âwhat makes you so sure?â
sanâs next words came as a bit of a shock, leaving the others with silent questions, âhe promised heâd come back.â
bingo!
an awkward silence filled the room as they all stared, speechless at how hopelessly fond their brother had become for their hostage. as much as some of them hated to admit it, y/n was only a hostage to them at the end of the day. and for san to fall into a reversal stockholm syndrome of sorts was nothing short of a disappointment. however, that couldnât be the main focus, y/n was missing and they didnât know how strong his resolve would be in the event of torturing.
ârun us back on what happened, will you?â hongjoong told jongho, trying to get a clear picture on what went down because the first thing they needed to know was why y/n was taken, much less, who took him. was it by the same person whoâd been running their mouths in the streets?Â
and right in the middle of his explanation, an alarm went off on yeosangâs phone; it was a message. the others kept talking, figuring yeosang could handle whatever message heâd received.Â
it was when he promptly stood up that all attention had been placed on him.Â
âitâs him! itâs dongwoo!â
a soft whimper sounded as y/n was thrown to the ground, hands bound and eyes blinded by some piece of cloth.
âboss,â y/nâs kidnapper spoke in a submissive wave, causing y/n to assume the guy had straightened his spine and was saluting him in some way.
a moment later, a gruff voice broke through the eerie silence in the room, âand who is this?â his voice wasnât angered or bewildered at all, and thatâs what scared y/n. he sounded intrigued; like even he wasnât expecting to be a part of this situation.
âsomeone with connections to ateezâ saw that bodyguard walking around with him.âÂ
the other man hummed, âthe bodyguard didnât follow you, did he?â
âno, no. i found them by the pharmacy; i know the area pretty well because i do the runs for sowonâ i knew the camera blindspots!â his abductor seemed to be a bit on the simpler side when it came to this âbossâ of his, y/n concluded. this was a completely different personality than when he was being abducted at the sceneâŠ
âgood job. and you know what, changsik-ah,â his voice seemed to be getting more intrigued, y/nâs heart beating even faster in response, âsince you bought in such a valuable hostage, iâll let you have the honors of obtaining information from him.â
y/n felt the air beside him shift, changsik bowing a full 90 degrees at his bossâs blessing, âthank you!â
a sickeningly hearty laugh resonated and the creaking of a chair sounded before the bossâs next words seemed to be the final straw for y/nâs pounding heart.
âi want him alive.âÂ
âhe better be alive,â san growled at jongho.
âwe might get to him alive if you two would quit bickering. weâre wasting time because of you two, so shut it and sit down!â hongjoong had had enough of the two. he knew it was a sensitive time for san and jongho, different reasons for both, of course, but they would only get nowhere if they werenât level-headed.
the two boys bowed their heads at their leader, san still sending a side-eyed glare at the younger before sitting down in his chair.Â
itâd been two days since y/n was kidnapped and they still hadnât been able to come up with a plan to get y/n back.Â
wooyoung tried to trace where the text message came from within the first minute it was received, but surprise, surprise! it was a burner phoneâ so back to square one; checking all of the cctv footage in the area and trying to spot a suspect that wasnât even visible from the first frame.Â
the cameras in the pharmacy showed only y/n, the pharmacist, clerk, and four other customers. of those four, only one person never entered through the front door. and within those 48 hours, heâd managed to single out a vehicle that had arrived in the frame of one of the street cams showing the alleyway behind the pharmacy, and left the same way not even 5 minutes later. it was a suspicious vehicle too; white van, no windows in the back, and paper license plates. the paper plates hinted that they were most likely changed recently or are changed frequently.
and so after hours of having to witness his best friend be so uncharacteristically frantic and down, wooyoung, unfortunately, decided to do what he thought was smartestâsave y/n himself to make his best friend happy again.
his intentions may have been well, but in stories like these, doesnât something always go wrong?
âhelp me set the table guys,â seonghwa cleared his throat, hand on his hip as he stirred the soup on the stove. the steam from the boiling liquid sent another cloud to his tired face, a sheen of sweat and condensation forming.
âi really donât understand why we are acting like we have the time to set a table and eat home cooked meals when we donât!â san exasperated, pacing around the dining room.Â
mingi gave a sympathetic smile, patting him on the back before going to help seonghwa.Â
while mingi was more on the understanding side of sanâs worries, jongho disagreed, âhow exactly do you expect us to find him if we donât take care of ourselves?â
âall iâm saying is food and sleep shouldnât be this consistently on your minds when weâre all in this situation!â
jongho scoffed, finding the utmost absurdities in sanâs words, âwhy are you acting like heâs so important? he doesnât know anything about us or our weaknessesâ for fuckâs sake, itâs not like we canât just get another docââ
a fist had flown toward jonghoâs cheek, cutting off his words, before sanâs thrashing body was being pulled back by mingi and yeosang.
âgo to hell choi jongho!â san screamed, trying to force his way through the barrier the two had made with their bodies. the boy could feel his stitches tearing as he fought, but he didnât care. jongho had been a bitch since the very first moment y/n was around, and for what reason?
âcut it out, san!â yeosang hollered, voice brute as he pushed against the boy.
âno, let me at him. he wants to keep being a little shit, iâll show him shitty!â
âstop it! you havenât even noticed, have you?â
san didnât stop trying to break the barrier, focusing on getting to jongho and the otherâs words, ânotice what?â
âwooyoungâs missing,â yeosang began, san whipping his head toward him and trying to disagree, but yeosang was having none of it, âand you havenât done anything but antagonize everyone here for not doing their jobs at your pace!â
âoh, excuse me for trying to be as quick as possible in finding him!â
âyeah, and who ever said quick was the efficient route to go? weâre dealing with people we know nothing about, but they seem to know a little too much about us, no? so stop getting on everyoneâs asses andââ
âshut the hell up! please!â seonghwa had slammed his hands down on the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. every person in the room had immediately gone silent, words left on the tips of their tongues in a desperate attempt to fly about.
âyouâre all going to shut it, sit down, and eat this meal like the civilized people we are and come up with a plan to get y/n back as safely as possible,â he gave a quick glare at everyone, blowing a puff of air at the lock of hair that had settled over his eyelids.
âam i clear?â
"yes, sir."
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when will you continue tinted kisses?? it's super good!!
hi bubs! we're planning on picking it back up soon, actually, thank you for reading what we have out! i hope you look forward to future chapters!
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
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heeseung held his breath as soon as he caught a glimpse of the door that belonged to y/nâs apartment. itâd been a while since he had been remotely anywhere near it, just the thoughts and flashes of memories being enough to make his knees buckle in anxiety. he felt scaredâof what, he didnât know. maybe he was scared of just being back there or maybe he was scared that y/n really did leave.
he inhaled a deep breath before walking along the carpet that led to the door. beside the door was his mailbox, fastened to the wall. what rose heeseungâs suspicion though, was that the mailbox was overflowingâbills, disclosures, notices, and envelopes of different matters splayed out. the oldest (visible) one dated back as far as two weeks.
after multiple failed attempts of entering the passcode to the door, he bent down to search for the spare key, remembering where y/n placed it. he always thought y/n chose the most foolish spot to leave a means of entry into his homeâunder the doormatâbut now he couldnât help but feel relieved when the little scrap of metal touched his hand. he went to unlock the door when a voice called out to him.
âhey, what are you doing?â
the nurse jumped in shock, dropping the key as his hand flew to his heart, feeling the thrashing of his heartbeat. he looked over, seeing an elderly woman standing a few doors down. âdo you know y/n? iâm looking for him, have you seen him?â
âyou havenât seen him eitherâthe last time i saw that young man was two weeks ago!â
heeseung ran past the other pedestrians, not caring about the curses heâd received from bumping so harshly into them. his mind was in a state of frenzyânot even y/nâs neighbors had seen him. where is he?
he suddenly stopped, bending over to catch his breath, hands on his knees and lungs screaming for air. âmaybe- maybe he just went on vacation!â he mumbled to himself, but he let out a frustrated cry, âno! y/n wouldnât just leave like that. come on heeseung, you knew him more than you knew yourself at one point! he wouldnât just leave,â he made his final decision, standing straight to walk into the police station in front of him.
âiâd like to file a missing personâs report.â
the officer at the desk looked at heeseung before clicking onto a new program on her computer, âwhat is their name and when was the last time you saw them?â
ây/n l/n and i saw him about two weeks ago.â
âexcuse me, but why are you just now filing a report then, sir?â another officer walked up, overhearing the conversation.
heeseung looked shocked, not knowing what to say. maybe he had put too much faith in believing y/n was okay. maybe he shouldâve come sooner, but now wasnât the time to patronize himself.
âheâs a surgeon. we all figured he took a break or somethingââ
âsure, one second. let me go check if we have him in the system.â heeseung stared in irritation. did the officer not hear him? y/n is a surgeon, why would he be recorded in the system?
he waved down the officer, shaking his head. ânevermind officer, iâll just go to the next division station and report it.â
he let out a rough sigh as he gripped his hair, kicking his feet as he walked out the station. âplease, y/n, please be safeââ
his phone suddenly rang and he fumbled with it in his pocket before pulling it out and looking at the caller id. it was a number he didnât recognize, so he went to ignore it when a nagging feeling compelled him to answer.
âhello?â
there was some breathing on the other end of the line before a voice spoke up, âhello? hi, yes, is this lim heeseung?â
heeseung didnât recognize the voice, but if he knew his name, he mustâve been calling for a reason. âyes this is⊠may i ask who i am speaking to?â
âoh, hello, yes i am changsik. iâm a friend of y/nâsââ
an audible gasp left heeseungâs mouth, his feet carrying him to a less crowded place. âreally? do you know where he isâis he okay?â
âoh, heâs fine! iâm actually calling you because he asked me to. he wanted me to let you know he was okay. iâm letting him stay at my house for a bitâhe wanted to take a break, heâs turned his phone off. thatâs why no one can reach him,â heeseung listened on, each word causing his mind to be put more at ease, âhe actually asked me to call you a while ago, but iâve been so busy with work, so iâm very sorry!â
heeseung frantically spoke a mantra of âno,â telling the man that he was fine and thanking him for telling him about y/n.
âhere, how about this. iâll send you my address and you can come and surprise him with a visit this weekend!â
âof course! thank you so much, iâll keep in touch!â
âmister hongjoong⊠sir,â y/n fumbled over his words as he confronted the man. hongjoong looked at him with a raised brow, waving a hand slowly, urging him to continue speaking. âuh, iâm running low on supplies⊠so i was wondering if someone could come with me to get more from the storeâŠâ
the leader stares blankly at him for a moment, causing the doctor to almost become weak in the knees, before he taps his in-ear, âjongho, come here please.â
a few seconds later, jongho enters hongjoongâs office, bowing his head before waiting for hongjoong to speak.
ây/n says he is running out of supplies, so i want you to go with him to the pharmacy down the street, okay?â jongho only nodded his head, bowing before asking y/n to follow him.
as they made their way down the corridor, jongho tapped his in-ear, âiâm going with y/n hyung to get some more medical supplies. san hyung can you bring me my wallet and gun. weâre headed toward the front door.â thereâs a hurried yes on the other end, heard in both jongho and y/nâs ears.Â
when they reached the front door, san was already standing there, a batman wallet and gun in hand. y/n eyed the wallet, âwow, jongho. who wouldâve thought you were into batmanââ
san choked on a laugh as jongho just huffed, opening the front door. âoh, one second jongho, please. let me just go get the list of supplies i need!â
jongho nodded his head, shutting the door behind him. y/n went to go get the list from the infirmary when sanâs hand landed on his forearm. âi already grabbed it⊠hyung,â the younger was staring up at him with a worried look, âbe careful.â
y/n went to thank him when he noticed a subtle blush painting his cheeks. âare you okay san? youâre not coming down with a fever, are you?â he placed a hand against his forehead and then his cheeks.
âyour wounds are probably infected! i told you no sharp movemââ his words were cut off as a pair of lips touched his almost as fast as he could blink. his eyes widened in shock, body freezing as he stared down at the younger whose face transitioned into a burning red.Â
y/n bought a hand to his mouth, delicately prodding at the area that was tingling. he remained like that for a few more moments, sanâs demeanor slowly becoming more ashamed and embarrassed. san went to apologize and run away when y/n bought a hand to his hair and ruffled it. âweâll be back before you know it.â
y/n didnât know how to feel as he followed jongho down the sidewalk. what san did was so suddenâsure theyâd grown remarkably closer over the past couple of weeks, but he just couldnât help but be shocked. maybe it was because the boy was in his younger twenties and y/n was almost thirty. maybe there was some sort of generation gap when it came to the developmental speed of friendships and relationships.
all he knows was he couldnât shake it from his mind as he walked into the pharmacy, jongho waiting outside to avoid the cameras.Â
but what the both of them didnât and couldnât have known was that there was someone else in the pharmacyâsomeone willing to start a war.
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new chapter tomorrow! sorry for starving yâall-
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i do be wanting to punch him sometimes too tho-
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I ever see @eatyourchancletas version of Hongjoong it is ON FUCKING SIGHTL
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I PROMISE HEâS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THAT. GIVE IT TIMEEEE TćŁT
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I ever see @eatyourchancletas version of Hongjoong it is ON FUCKING SIGHTL
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grouchy lil bitch- đ
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
[chapter index] [playlist] [previous chapter]
AUTHORâS NOTE | woops, finally have chapter 3 here! alex wasnât able to finish it so i (monnie) did, but alex edited it so it was a smooth process. please like and reblog!! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please excuse any mistakes!
WORD COUNT | 4.7k
TAG LIST :; @jonghoshoeâ if youâd like to be added to the list please say so in our inbox/ask box!
hongjoong had gathered everyone around, gaze settled upon his members. âthis mission is very important. weâve managed to get a good deal. he says if he manages to make a good first impression with us, heâll be willing to work with us at a smaller price.â
everyone nodded along, understanding what he was trying to say: donât mess this up.Â
the leader continued as everyone seemed to catch the drift, âbut weâre going to be very careful with this. we donât put ourselves out there, so i donât know how he knows our reputation enough to want to further business before weâve even started.â
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SUMMARY | Â y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
[chapter index] [playlist] [previous chapter]
AUTHORâS NOTE | woops, finally have chapter 3 here! alex wasnât able to finish it so i (monnie) did, but alex edited it so it was a smooth process. please like and reblog!! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please excuse any mistakes!
WORD COUNT | 4.7k
TAG LIST :; @jonghoshoeâ if youâd like to be added to the list please say so in our inbox/ask box!
hongjoong had gathered everyone around, gaze settled upon his members. âthis mission is very important. weâve managed to get a good deal. he says if he manages to make a good first impression with us, heâll be willing to work with us at a smaller price.â
everyone nodded along, understanding what he was trying to say: donât mess this up.Â
the leader continued as everyone seemed to catch the drift, âbut weâre going to be very careful with this. we donât put ourselves out there, so i donât know how he knows our reputation enough to want to further business before weâve even started.â
seonghwa perked up, arms tightening around himself, âthat means old business is talking.â hongjoong nodded, letting him know they were both on the same page.
after a moment of silence, hongjoong sucked his teeth and looked up at y/n, eyes holding an emotion the older couldnât read. the two held eye contact for barely 3 seconds before hongjoong spoke in yeosangâs direction. âi want you to stay here with y/n,â at those words, the younger gave a look that explained his feelings very well, y/n thought. Â
yeosang thought this was bullshit, but he couldnât speak out on it because he trusted hongjoong knew well enough. âdonât take it personal, i donât trust y/n fully. we donât know what can happen.â
yeosang could only nod, deciding against disobeying hongjoongâs orders.Â
âalright, everyone get ready. we leave in an hour, i wanna get there early. scope out the place.â
y/n felt ashamed and angry.Â
ever since the group left for the mission, almost an hour ago, yeosang has been rude and treating him like he was the cause of all his problems. he felt ashamed because yeosangâs bruteness made him feel, somewhat, small and embarrassed, like it was his fault they were in this situation.
âget out of my way,â yeosang had shoved y/n on the way to the kitchen. the older stared dumbfounded, patience wearing thin.
âa simple excuse me wouldâve been nice.â
yeosang scoffed, opening the refrigerator. if there was one thing that bothered him, it was being on babysitting duty.Â
âyeah, well iâm not exactly in the mood to play around and be all goody-two-shoes. so you know what would be nice?â he directed a sharp glare to y/n, not giving him a chance to answer his rhetorical question, âif you would fuck off.â
y/n bit his tongue, sizing up the smaller. his thoughts blocked his irritation, taking in the fact that yeosang was a gang member. heâs pretty sure size wouldnât inconvenience the younger when handling a physical situation, much less a verbal one.
the doctor went to walk away as yeosang placed a plate in the microwave, until he noticed red markings on the skin of yeosangâs wrist, his shirt sleeve sliding down as his arm lifted. âare you okay?â
âlast i checked, i didnât ask for some psychological evaluation. so for the love of god-â
âno- i meant your wrist⊠is your wrist okay?â
a barely noticeable blush covered yeosangâs ears, âiâm fine. itâs nothing.âÂ
y/nâs head tilted, an unsure look on his face.âdo⊠do you mind if i take a look at it?âÂ
yeosang stilled, the low hum of the microwave filling in the silence. he hesitated, but decided against it, knowing yunho had told him he needed to get it looked at because there wasnât much he could do.
his eyes drifted to y/n, his arm slowly gravitating in the direction of y/n, a silent approval. the doctor carefully walked forward, gently grabbing yeosangâs hand and pulling the sleeve slightly. a small gasp left his mouth, the sleeve barely pulled back but the wound already looked pretty bad. âdo you have a first aid kit?â
the metal lid of the small trash can clinked as it swung back and forth, ointment-clotted swabs and bandage wrappers crinkling within the confinement. âthank you,â yeosangâs voice was small, his upset mood dissipating as time went on.Â
âitâs no problem,â y/n finished wrapping yeosangâs wrist, careful not to make it too tight, âthat was a second degree burn though⊠howâd you get it?â
yeosang looked down, a blush settling on his cheeks. his head dropped and his feet swung under the medical cot he sat on. he mumbled something, biting his lip afterwards, and y/nâs eyebrows furrowed. âiâm sorry, what was that?â and yeosang mumbled once more, y/n still not hearing what he said. âhuh?â
âi said i burned myself trying to help seognhwa hyung make your meals!â
y/n blinked, âoh.â
and for the next few moments, it was deadly silent, the ticking of the wall clock echoing. y/n couldnât take the awkwardness any longer, clearing his throat, âwell, next time you get hurt, please donât be afraid to come to me. itâd give me something to do, i already feel pretty useless and lonely here, to be honest.â
yeosang looked up, his feet no longer swinging, and a confused look on his face. âyouâre not useless. we wouldnât have kept you alive if you were.â
at that moment y/n inhaled, not knowing how to respond to that. âuh, jeez, that uh⊠hm, that makes me feel better⊠i guess?â a moment passed before the two chuckled, a comedic break turning out to be a lot more comforting than they expected.Â
minutes passed, their conversation dying down into light replies and subtle smiles when yeosang asked a question that threw the doctor off. âdo you know anyone by the name of heeseung?â
dozens of thoughts raced through y/nâs mind; why does he want to know? is heeseung okay? did he do something he wasnât supposed to?Â
â. . . yes.â but y/n couldnât ask any further because before he knew it, yeosang had nodded and gotten down from the cot, walking out of the infirmary area.
meanwhile, miles away the others had arrived at the meeting spot, every member cautiously looking out for anything strange. seonghwa began pulling in closer to the black van adjacent to theirs, letting hongjoong and wooyoung scout to make sure this was the man they were meeting with.
after confirmation that this was dongwoo, they holstered their weapons within the waistbands of their trousers and exited the van.Â
âhave you got it?â hongjoong cut to the chase; he was quite a brute person when it came to work. and dongwoo and his people wanted to make a good first impression? heâd see how well he could handle him.
âyep, got a truckload of ak-47âs, m16âs, and a couple 9mmâs. all smuggled from america.â
hongjoong pursed his lips, an impressed nod making dongwooâs ego subtly inflate. word on the street said no one had successfully managed to smuggle weapons, specifically guns, to ateez without the korean law getting too heavily involved. the trader always got caught, and ateez always made sure to utilize their connections and silence those who they couldnât trust to keep their mouths shut.Â
hongjoong had to go to some expensive lengths just to get the glock 17âs they used now. the quality of the gun proved its worth though, they learned. however, it was rare that they resorted to gunsâthey didnât rely on them unless they themselves were in danger or if someone needed to be silenced quickly.
âlooks good to me,â hongjoong complimented, turning his head slightly toward wooyoung, âbring out their payment.âÂ
wooyoung nodded briefly, bringing his hands from behind his back, a large herbal drink-branded bag being showcased. dongwoo raised a brow, peeking over and catching a glimpse of the rolls of cash that filled the bag to the brim.
âthank you for your service,â hongjoong beckoned wooyoung to hand the bag to dongwoo, before he went to step toward his shipment.
âwait, what?â
at dongwooâs abruptness, san stepped forward, âwhat do you mean âwhatâ? take the deal or leavââ his words died down and he cowered back when hongjoongâs sharp glare met his eyes, immediately silencing him.Â
the leader clasped his hands behind his back and made a sharp turn toward the man. âis there something wrong?â his head was tilted and a curious look was on his face, there shouldnât have been anything wrong with this offer and if there was, there was only a problem on dongwooâs side. call it being ignorant, but hongjoong didnât say he never had a problem because he wanted to be cocky and egotistic. it was simply the truth.Â
out of every issue he and the others had encountered with a deal, none had gone wrong on their part. it was part of the reason their group was at the topâthey were efficient business partners and leaders. something only went wrong when non-mutual expectations werenât met.
âthereâs no âweâre looking forward to doing future business with youâ?â
a small smirk had taken over hongjoongâs lips, hidden by the hanging of his head. âmr. yoo, we further business with those of the same intentions as us. do you, perhaps, know what those intentions are?â
dongwoo stood dumbfounded; of everything he heard about ateez and their leader, he didnât think to find out just what their goal was.
âit seems you donât know, so iâll tell you. we, ateez, have come this far from one thing and one thing onlyâloyalty. when i heard your proposition of your first impression leading to cheaper traders, something was a little off,â his eyes squinted and he bought his pointer finger and thumb to barely touch, âyou know a little too much, donât you think?â
dongwooâs eyes widened slightly but he recovered, however, it was noticeable. âwhat are you talking about?âÂ
âsomeoneâs been talking, havenât they? leaking information about us that they, most certainly, werenât warranted to give, but you probably donât know muchâyouâre not the loose tie that needs to be cut off,â he looked dongwoo dead in the eyes as his own narrowed, âi hope.â
his intimidating stare lasted for a few moments more before a light smile covered his face, eye lightening. âtake your payment, weâll be taking our things and leaving.â
hongjoong gave a nod of his head, him and the rest of ateez splitting up to hook the small weapon-filled-trailer to their own vehicle, dongwoo and his men pulling off once it was unattached.Â
âboss, i donât feel so good about this right now. i think we should hurry and get out of here.â yunho spoke, a hand rubbing at the hairs that stood on the back of his neck. hongjoong didnât question further, sharing the suspenseful feeling that creeped up his spine, giving a prompt nod.
after 5 minutes were spent attaching the trailer and making sure they were ready to go, seonghwa started the engine and waited for everyone to get in. just as san and mingi were about to get in the van, the screeching of tires sounded nearby.
âget down!â and bullets went flying.
âdo you like raisin bran?â
y/n gave a slight nod, folding his hands in front of him. âsure!â yeosang held the box in the air, stopping mid-grab.
âarenât you a doctor? raisin bran has a lot of sugarâŠâ
y/n shrugged his shoulders, standing to get bowls for the both of them, âiâm a doctor, not a dentist. besides, iâm quite the sugar addict. with the injuries i see and multiple hour surgeries i perform, i need some type of a highâso sugar high it is!â
yeosang laughed, shaking his head and setting the cereal box on the counter before grabbing the milk from the fridge. âquick question doc,â yeosang began and y/n looked at him, setting the bowls and spoons down. âmilk first or cereal?â
yeosang held a laugh in when y/n had a visibly offended look on his face, a hand pressing to his chest. âyeosang, please tell me you put cereal fiââ
âshit! y/n where the fuck are you?!â someone had frantically shouted from the front of the house, yeosang and y/n giving each other a worried look before tripping over their own feet to reach the living room.
âoh myâwhat happened?!â
âfuck,â hongjoong let out a belligerent roar, âget him to the infirmary!â
y/n panicked, grabbing onto the injured man and hoisting him up into his arms, rushing to the infirmary. he looked down at the paled man in his arms, huffing out a breath of air, âdonât worry san, iâve got you!â
san lies on the medical cot, eyes still and closed and chest rising and falling in a calming pattern. y/n is sitting next to him, checking his vitals every few minutes and making sure his labs are okay. after verifying everything is stable, he sat the clipboard down, closing his own eyes and lying his head in his arms on the cot, dozing off.Â
itâd been about 3 hours since san was bought in like this. y/n couldâve laughed at how freaked out he was earlierâsanâs injuries werenât even the worst heâs ever seen or treated, but your emotions and professionalism change when the person lying on your operating table is someone you have a nice relationship with⊠and when said patientâs fellow gang members are breathing down your neck, reminding you that thereâs no other option than survival for him...
âhow is he?â hongjoongâs voice startled y/n out of his exhausted haze, the older jumping in his spot.
âheâs fine now. if youâd have been any later, he would have coded⊠and i canât do much for coding outside a hospital.â
the leader nodded his head, his chest and shoulders dropping slightly as if he could finally breathe. y/n watched him, watched how hongjoong toed around the cot, staring sanâs unconscious form down.
y/n fumbled with his fingers, running over his next words in his head before just blurting them. âis it hard?â
âwhat do you mean?â
he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the shorter, âbeing a leader⊠having to watch over everyone,â he held eye contact with the leader, trying to read his expression, âit must be suffocating when something happens to one of them.â
hongjoongâs tongue swiped over his teeth as he stared the taller down. the air around them was tenseâhongjoong knew y/n meant good by his words, but heâs not the type of person to just get emotional with people, especially those who arenât exactly close to him. the others may see y/n as someone more than a hostage, but to hongjoong, he was just that. a person they were taking advantage ofâa person who was only cooperative because his life was on the line.
âweâre going to head back to the shooting scene and see if we can find anything thatâll lead us to dongwoo, son-of-a-bitch. wooyoung and yeosang will stay with you and san⊠so let them know if you or san needs anything.â y/n cleared his throat, giving a curt nod before standing up and walking toward the cabinets, desperate to escape the awkward and tense aura.Â
when he heard the door to the infirmary shut, signaling hongjoong had left, he let out a sigh before starting to occupy himself again. he opened a cabinet, grabbing a roll of gauzeâit was time to change sanâs dressings.
as he made his way back to the cot, he noticed san was now awake and it caused him to stop in his tracks. âwhen did you wake up?â
âunfortunately, when it got awkward,â san watched y/nâs face fall, a look of embarrassment overtaking his tired features. he held back a teasing smile, leaning back on his arms, although hissing in pain and sitting back up when the pressure sent a stabbing pain through his side and shoulder. he watched y/n walk toward him and lift his clean shirt to start snipping at the dirtied gauze anchored around his naked shoulder.
a few moments went by of y/n re-bandaging and wrapping sanâs wounds before the injured boyâs head tilted to the side. he didnât know if it was because he was high off pain meds or if it was because heâs been so deprived of seeing an unfamiliar face⊠but y/n looked really handsome and flattering. even thinking about feeling that way sent a drunk feeling to sanâs head, his mind getting lost and going blank in the echoing cavity of his skull. it was no secret to himself that he was rather flexible when it came to his romantic relationships and feelings, but he was still foreign to it.
he decided to push it to the back of his mind, feeling rather rushed and irrational at the moment, ây/n hyung⊠are you feeling better now?â
the older turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion, âi should be asking thatâyouâre the one who got shot in the shoulder and stomach,â he pulled sanâs shirt back down, careful not to put pressure on his shoulder. he turned around for a moment before turning back and wrapping sanâs arm in a sling.
âthank you,â the younger softly spoke, before continuing, âi just noticed youâre more at ease with all of...this. itâs almost a complete 180 from when we first met.â
the doctorâs hands froze against his own lap, a sigh leaving his mouth and his eyes fluttering in a blink of realization, âi guess so.â
âtheyâre not hereââ
hongjoong sighed through his nose, looking rather composed; and the others thought it wasnât much of a deal until the leader kicked the seat in front of him, scaring seonghwa, who was in the driverâs seat. âcall yeosang.â
âbeen here for a while, whatâs up.â said male spoke through their communicator, sounding calm and unbothered.
âcan you please stop doing thâcan you find anything about dongwooâs whereabouts?â
âgive me a sec,â the boy registered, the clicking of a keyboard sounding into the communication device.
âalright so while yeosangâs doing what should have been done, please tell me why there wasnât an extensive amount of research on this client?â hongjoong was pissed. not only did their transaction end in a one-sided gunfight, it ended up with one of their own having more than one bullet wound.
wooyoung swallowed, knowing damn well the question was aimed at him. âhyung, i did do research. i made sure to look up what links he has with other businesses and everything that i could think of. iâve never failed at doing so-â
âthen why did you fail this time?â
it got heavily quiet, seonghwa looking at his boyfriend through the rear-view mirror. no one uttered a breath and looked away from a fidgeting wooyoung.
âaight iâm back.â
hongjoong ignored seonghwaâs prompting gaze, âwhat did you find?â
ânothing. theyâre good at covering their tracks and maybe thatâs why wooyoung couldn't find much. usually, we resort to hacking, but iâve never seen these sorts of codes before and if you want me to break the wall down it will take longer than what youâd want.â
the leader sighed once more, pinching the bridge of his nose while bouncing his right leg. âNo itâs fine, weâll just hope dongwoo and his crew donât appear again.â
âbut hyung, isnât that a little reckless-â
âyou shouldnât be one to speak right now.â hongjoong turned to glare at wooyoung, the younger male pursing his lips and nodding. âeveryone get in the car, we're going back.â
â...so iâm not going to try and hack this? aw.â
âwhatâs wrong?â san frowned as wooyoung sulked while sitting next to him on the cot.
âhyungâs mad with meâŠâ
y/n had his back facing them, trying to arrange the mess that was on the counter where all the ointments and supplies were. yunho had came in earlier to apologize for not keeping it organized, his exact words being âi just clean up their wounds as best as i can, and iâm not really in here unless itâs an emergency.â
san lingered a glance at y/n as if the older would do the same. âis it because of dongwoo?â
the younger nodded with a pout, leaning on sanâs side. âmhm, and he hasnât talked to me since.â
âwell you know joong-hyung, heâsâŠâ san thought for a few seconds, and when he couldn't find the words, he bit the inside of his cheek. â heâll get over it, just give it time. or talk to seonghwa-hyung, heâll know what to do, he always does.â
wooyoung whined, âi already did! and he said âi canât do anythingâ with that pained smile of his!â
san blinked, âwhat? youâre lying, hwa-hyung would never fail us-â
âno no, i was there. he talked to hongjoong-hyung before wooyoung came up to him...or at least tried. joong-hyung isnât talking to anyone right now. thatâs why hwa-hyung told you he canât do anything.â
âyeo, i swear youâre the nosiest person ever. like, please, iâm not sure if thatâs good or bad sometimes.â san grimaced after processing yeosangâs comment through the earpiece.
âas far as i know itâs done us more good than bad. plus, itâs my job to be nosy, remember? we all get paid for things, and i get paid for sticking my nose up yallâs business.â
âwait you do that 24/7?â wooyoung frowned.
âuh, no. sometimes i donât even intend to do it, yaâll loud as fuck so sometimes i donât even need the communicators. and i only comment on things that mean something. and before you ask this did not mean anything, i just wanted to join in the conversation.â
san snorted, âthen why didnât you just walk in here?â
âcus iâm busy right now.â
âdoing what?â wooyoung grabbed sanâs hand and played with his friendâs fingers.
âdoing what i was not authorized to doâhack that wall.â
âwonât you get in trouble?â
âmaybe,â the sound of him smacking his lips sounded, âbut at least i wonât be given the silent treatment.â
wooyoung sat up. âyah! yeosang i will come down there and kick you!â when he heard no response he jumped off the cot and walked out the room, âyeosang i warned you!â
while hearing his best friend yell down the hall, san laughed. his attention returned to y/n who had his head tilted and a confused look on his face. âwhatâs wrong, hyung?â
âhow...were you two talking to yeosang?âÂ
san hummed, smiling while tapping the clear earpiece in his ear. âwe have them on unless weâre showering and sleeping or something. but when weâre on duty we have them on, speaking of that, iâll tell jongho to get you one-â
y/n shook his hands in front of him as san was about to move, âyou shouldnât move too much, you might reopen a wound. iâll call himâŠâ y/nâs voice died down when he realized what he was volunteering to do.
at the sudden look of horror on y/nâs face, san laughed.Â
âdonât worry, jonghoâs just a buff teddy bear unless in danger. but for now, iâll call him over.â san raised his hand to his earpiece, making y/n question why he couldnât do that before. âjongho, can you bring an earpiece for y/n?â
san nodded when the younger agreed, saying heâll be there shortly. he lowered his hand and rested it on his lap. âhave you gotten along with anyone here yet?â he tried to spark conversation with the doctor, highly interested in him and feeling the need to know more about him.
âaside from yeosang, seonghwa and you, uh, not really. maybe yunho? i mean, heâs never showed any sign of hatred towards me so i guess we get along decent too...but i havenât really had a chance to meet the others.â
the younger nodded, âwell we may look tough and all, but i promise weâre all chill. hongjoong-hyung is only tough and straightforward when heâs on the lookout. just give him some time and youâll see how nice and caring he is.â
y/n hummed, âi guess..â
âi have arrived with the product~â jongho smiled while walking inside the room, a box in hand. âonce you put it on it will send yeosang a message and heâll grant access to it.â
san watched jongho gesture y/n to grab it, but he took it before the doctor did. âhere, iâll put it in for you.â
jongho did his best to not snort or laugh, leaning against the wall instead. he watched san help y/n with setting up the earpiece, amused at how san seemed interested in the doctor.
âok done, yeosang should grant access soon.â san smiled at y/n, the doctor returning it with his own.
a few minutes of quiet tension passed and jongho felt the need to do something; he pressed the button on the side of his earpiece. âyeosang-hyung, are you not going to-â
âgive me a second, i just kicked wooyoung out. if he goes up there with a black eye donât question it, heâll say what happened without you asking.â
âyou didnât actually give him a black eye did you-â
âif he did then that can easily be taken care ofâŠâ y/n commented while watching jongho roll his eyes.
âyeah i did-â
âno he didnât.â wooyoung butted in, it sounded like he was munching on something. âit was the other way around-â
san chuckled, shaking his head at his friend's bickering. he realized y/nâs earpiece was successfully connected when he saw the older grin.Â
âi bet they both have a black eye.â y/n nodded to himself.
jongho rose a brow, a grin prominent on his features. âand how much are we betting?â
y/n hummed, âthirty bucks.â
âi wanna bet too~,â san grinned, âletâs check it out then. can i move now?â
âhmm...iâd say no but you probably wouldnât really listen to me so... as long as you donât make sharp movements.âÂ
san cheered, extending his free arm to get help in getting off the cot. âletâs go then!â
âhello?âÂ
âmrs. l/n! how are you? itâs heeseung...lim heeseung.â
the woman on the other end of the phone gasped in what sounded like happiness, âheeseung! Itâs been a while since i last heard of you, is something wrong?â
the nurse leaned back into his couch, âwell i called to ask if you've seen y/nâŠâ
âi see...well we havenât heard of him for quite some time now. we thought it was because of work you know? but you two are close arenât you, i assumed you would know about his whereaboutsâ
heeseung sighs softly, âwell we were close before we broke up...i called because he hasnât appeared at work for almost two weeks now. everyone knows y/n is a workaholic so itâs rare for him to miss days. and i wanted to ask if i can go to the police and file a report.â
âhave you checked his apartment? you do know where he lives right?â
âi do...â
âwell if he isnât there then yes, go to the police station. please let us know if you find anything!â
âof course, thank you.â heeseung smiled painfully to himself, bidding farewell to y/nâs mother before hanging up. soon after he turned off his phone and sighed, he really hopes y/n is at his apartment and only took a vacation.
y/n couldnât help but bust out laughing when the three of them walked inside the kitchen. wooyoung did indeed have a black eye and so did yeosang.Â
"darn it." jongho huffed as y/n ended up winning the bet.
seonghwa stood there confused, spatula in hand as he's setting out their plates for dinner. "and what's this about?"Â
san grinned, "we made a bet to see if yeosang and wooyoung gave each other a black eye or not. and luckily y/n ended up winning."Â
"would that be called a doctors intuition?" yeosang rose a brow while glaring at the plates seonghwa handed him.Â
"good question." y/n chuckled while walking up to the second oldest. "need help?"Â
"oh, yeah, thanks." seonghwa smiled while gesturing to the drinks. "set them on the table, everyone will serve their own drinks."
"got it. oh, and after dinner, i'll need you two to come with me so we can take care of those shiners."Â
âyeah yeah...â
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title | tinted kisses
date of spoiler | 01.05.2021
info/category | mafia au, fluff, angst, lower case writing
spoiler of | chapter three
âthank you for your service,â hongjoong beckoned wooyoung to hand the bag to dongwoo, before he went to step toward his shipment.
âwait, what?â
at dongwooâs abruptness, san stepped forward, âwhat do you mean âwhatâ? take the deal or leavââ his words died down and he cowered back when hongjoongâs sharp glare met his eyes, immediately silencing him.Â
the leader clasped his hands behind his back and made a sharp turn toward the man. âis there something wrong?â his head was tilted and a curious look was on his face, there shouldnât have been anything wrong with this offer and if there was, there was only a problem on dongwooâs side. call it being ignorant, but hongjoong didnât say he never had a problem because he wanted to be cocky and egotistic. it was simply the truth.Â
out of every issue he and the others had encountered with a deal, none had gone wrong on their part. it was part of the reason their group was at the topâthey were efficient business partners and leaders. something only went wrong when non-mutual expectations werenât met.
âthereâs no âweâre looking forward to doing future business with youâ?â
a small smirk had taken over hongjoongâs lips, hidden by the hanging of his head. âmr. yoo, we further business with those of the same intentions as us. do you, perhaps, know what those intentions are?â
dongwoo stood dumbfounded; of everything he heard about ateez and their leader, he didnât think to find out just what their goal was.
âit seems you donât know, so iâll tell you. we, ateez, have come this far from one thing and one thing onlyâloyalty. when i heard your proposition of your first impression leading to cheaper traders, something was a little off,â his eyes squinted and he bought his pointer finger and thumb to barely touch, âyou know a little too much, donât you think?â
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y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
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