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#also yes i will get proper decor for my wolves eventually
chogiwakeupsheeple · 6 years
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Chapter 2/?   Words: 3507  
AN: Hello my lovely followers! (which there is almost a hundred of now holy hell??) I just wanted to quickly say thanks for supporting me :3 even just one message saying they like my stuff keeps me going, so please, never hesitate to drop by to talk or..scream? <3
Anyway here is chapter two of S.L. Noire! I don’t really like the ending but I didn’t have better ideas so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope you enjoy it! <3
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The night was long and dark; the faint sound of droplets on the window being the only reminder that you were actually awake. Your bed was cold yet you wanted no one to warm it; your dark thoughts were your only company. Everyone has their demons, some more dark than others. The thought danced through your mind as you took a drag on your cigarette, before letting your hand fall back down the edge of the bed. The feeling filled your lungs and numbed you until you had to exhale. It was nice to lay in the darkness, you thought. The wind howled outside, resembling a weeping woman searching the streets for her lost child. The sound was familiar. Smoke rose up to your face as you put out the cigarette; its harsh smell only made you more awake.
The clock on your nightstand told you it was already four thirty-three, yet you hadn’t gotten a single hour of sleep. Not even the most imaginative of people could make the grey ceiling interesting; it was just a cold block of cement like the rest of the building. Your room was sparsely decorated with only a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a mirror filling the space. It was foolish and useless to decorate or make it personal, you had been told. You could never know when it was time to pull up roots and run. That either meant that you’d leave a lot of valuable stuff behind or that the police had something to identify you with. Or both. If the latter were to happen, you could rest assured that you would be left behind. Every man for himself - nothing personal.
A clatter downstairs caught your attention. Maybe a stray cat or a homeless seeking shelter, or perhaps you had finally gone crazy. Despite your young age, you had seen more things in the years staying in this place than most people see in a lifetime. You had seen enough to make most people escape at first chance, but that had never been an option for you. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of it; you had spent countless nights wondering what would happen if you simply just.. left. There was a time where you saw the world in black and white; there were good people and there were bad people. When you met them, your new family, you realised that those were just foolish thoughts of a young and innocent girl. As time went by you began seeing the world in shades of grey and black; no white. Sometimes good people do bad stuff, and bad people seem kind. You often wondered if those around you were good or bad, but it turned out trying to put them into boxes was an impossible task.
The floor felt cold against you naked feet as you got down to investigate. Your nightgown wrapped around your curves beautifully; Its dark red colour stood in contrast to your pale skin like blood on snow. You threw on a silk robe out of habit, but the cold didn’t actually bother you that much. The stairs creaked as you tiptoed your way down. You swore the old planks of wood would break under you one day. You rounded the corner to the kitchen, although kitchen was hardly the word for a rundown cafeteria, used by warehouse workers before it was abandoned. ‘’June..’’ you spoke softly. The man, who had turned out to be the source of the noise, turned around to greet you with a smile. ‘’Couldn’t sleep?’’ he asked with a sigh, although he probably knew the answer already. Some nights your bed was too cold and your thoughts were too dark, and that often led you into his arms. The warmth from his body and his relaxed breathing calmed you down more often than not. ‘’How do you do it?’’ you had asked him one night, with your head on his chest. ‘’Do what?’’ he had answered. ‘’Sleep while knowing you’ve destroyed someone’s life.’’ You never got an answer. The reply was caught in his throat and died on his tongue along with many other words he wished he had said. Instead he kissed your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair until he eventually fell asleep, leaving you awake.
‘’No, I couldn’t,’’ you finally answered after studying his form. Although his smile was both contagious and sincere, it also managed to send a dagger through your heart. It reminded you of a time where laughing was a luxury he couldn’t afford, and where happiness was punishable. If anyone in this crooked world deserved to be happy it was him, you thought as he enthusiastically shook a can of beans and an egg in front of you. ‘’I’m making breakfast,’’ he stated, ‘’care to join me?’’ You couldn’t remember the last time you had had proper breakfast, yet alone eaten with any of the members, so you quickly nodded. You stepped besides him as he continued cooking, carefully putting your shead on his shoulder. You were almost hypnotized by the movement of his hands as he cracked the eggs onto a pan; so caught up in the nothingness of your mind that you barely registered June’s question. ‘’Did a nightmare keep you from sleeping?’’ he inquired, but you didn’t know how to answer. You suppose you could call life itself a nightmare, in that case, yes that was indeed what was keeping you awake. ‘’June..’’ you started, but it was like the rest of the words refused to leave your throat. He turned to look at you with worried eyes. ‘’Look Y/N, if-’’
‘’Did he have a family?’’ you finally blurted out, interrupting him mid sentence.
‘’Pardon?’’
‘’Mr. Park.. Park Chanyeol, our last victim.. Did you find portraits of a wife? pictures of children?’’
June sighed, finally realising what you were on about. He knew you well enough to know why you were asking, and he loved you enough to give you the answer you needed. ‘’No, as far as we could tell he had no one in his life. He’ll be fine, he’ll have earned enough money to buy back what we stole from him within a month,’’ he answered, pulling you into a tight hug, ‘’don’t worry.’’ But you did worry. How could you not? Mr. Park may have been wealthy enough to survive after a burglary, but you knew that that wasn’t always the case. How many men had you fooled by now: ten? fifty? a hundred? You had lost count, but all of them gnawed at you and served as a reminder for your sins.
The two of you sat across from each other at a small table, silently eating June’s cooking. ‘’What was on the note Monster gave you?’’ he suddenly blurted out, causing you to almost choke on your food in surprise. ‘’Sorry,’’ he continued, ‘’I just couldn’t help but notice you two talking, and I’m guessing it wasn’t a love letter or something of the sorts.’’ Monster hadn’t explicitly told you to keep it secret, but most of his orders didn’t come in the form of words: they came with the way he looked at you. Did you dare interpreting his gaze as his approval or did you keep the details of your mission secret?. ‘’I’m not sure I can tell you, June’’ you muttered into your coffee mug. ‘’I won’t tell anyone if you don't’’ he laughed in response. Ah, fuck it, might as well take the chance.  
And so you told him the content of the small lap of paper. Today’s mission was a little different from the usual; for you at least. Park Jinyoung, your next target, was more than just a gullible, lonely man whose home was going to be ransacked: he was a journalist. And a dangerous one at that. He had been investigating your group for a while, trying to catch you and make the front page. Luckily, you had all been invisible enough for him to not know any of your faces, making it possible for you to get close to him without getting recognised. The one face he did know though, was one that could cause all of you trouble, should he get exposed. Waiting outside a pawnshop, known for its relations to the crime world, was Jinyoung, ready to snap a picture of Monster selling stolen goods. Tragically, he succeeded and now had proof that he was involved in illegal activities. And that’s where you came into the picture. Monster knew that Jinyoung always carried the pictures on his person, in fear of getting them stolen. While the others stripped his apartment of anything valuable, your job wasn’t just to distract him, but to get those pictures. ‘’I don’t care if you have to hit him with a frying pan or sleep with him, just get the pictures by any means necessary’’ Monster had told you after Jack and June had left the previous night.
‘’Wow’’ June uttered in shock, ‘’I didn’t realise he was in that much trouble.’’ You couldn’t exactly blame him for not noticing. A strong leader never shows his weak sides, and you knew that if he could’ve dealt with the issue himself, he would’ve. As a woman with no future you had instantly recognized a man with a past. He had been thrown to the wolves, only to come back as pack-leader, and his scars made him stronger than most. He had lost more than most people have to begin with. He had nothing to lose, no one to fear, and that’s what made him dangerous. That’s what made him a good leader, and none of you could afford to lose him. ‘’I have to get those pictures’’ you stated with a voice full of determination. June had finished the last of his food and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, sending you a smirk behind his hand. ‘’With a beautiful girl like yourself, he probably won’t mind you getting a little handsy. You’ll have those pictures before he can realise what’s happening’’ he laughed, and you laughed with him. It felt great to truly smile for the first time that night.
‘’Do you have a plan?’’ he asked while washing the dishes. You shook your head at first, not realising he had his back to you. ‘’No idea’’ you quickly added upon noticing. You knew how important it was to get them, but neither sexual endeavors nor physical violence appealed to you. Instead you thought it was safest to try what you do best: listening and talking. ‘’I’ll just see what happens I guess’’ you concluded, to which June let out an approving hum. Once done with cleaning, he stepped besides you and pulled you up into an embrace, rubbing small circles into your back. ‘’Just promise me you’ll be safe’’ he muttered into your neck. You let out the breath you didn’t even realise you had been holding and went limp, letting his strong arms hold you up. You could promise him no such thing, but hearing the hurt in his voice made you utter the lie anyway. ‘’I promise.’’
The car was filled with the smoke from Jack’s cigar. You sat in the passenger seat, nervously fiddling with the bottom of your dress, next to Monster who had been driving. He gave you a nod, silently telling you to go ahead and step into the dirty alley. You nodded in response, assuring him you’d get what you needed. ‘’Good luck’’ M called after you as you stepped out of the car. They drove away, leaving you in the cold to make your way to the bar you knew so well. You pulled out the lap of paper one last time, staring at the name written on it. It stared back at you mockingly, and you couldn’t help but feel ominous about the whole thing. To say you looked gorgeous that night would be an understatement; you looked irresistible. But a question still remained: would he even care?
You set foot in the crowded bar and looked around. You recognised a few of the faces: criminals mostly, or people you shouldn’t ever come close to. The description you had gotten of the man you were going to meet was vague. Dark hair, Korean, uses dialect, young and average in height. So basically every other man in there. You walked to the bar to ask the bartender if perhaps he had seen someone who stood out. Just as you were about the open your mouth, a pair of warm hands gently grabbed your shoulders. You quickly turned around and raised a hand, getting ready to smack whoever was touching you. Friendly eyes met yours as the man before you grabbed your wrist, successfully stopping you from hitting him. ‘’Do you usually hit your dates?’’ he laughed. He had a thick dialect, you noted; this must be him. ‘’Do you usually sneak up on yours?’’ you fired back, earning you another laugh as he shook his head. He had a cute laugh, you added to your ever growing repertoire of notes.
He let go of your wrist and bowed slightly in respect. ‘’I’m Jinyoung, and you must be Y/N’’ he stated. ‘’Mm’’ you simply answered, mirroring his gesture. After the initial greeting, he put his hand on the small of your back to push you in the direction of one of the more secluded booths in the back. You let him lead you, feeling surprisingly light, as if you were floating. Your heart was pounding so hardly you swore you could almost hear it. This night was different. Not just because you had to steal something from him, but because for the first time in forever, the touch of a stranger didn’t feel painful against your skin. The look in his eyes as you both sat down neither screamed lust nor desperation. He merely looked like a man, showing genuine interest in the woman across from him. You weren’t used to that. ‘’So, Jinyoung, what do you do for a living?’’ you asked, although you already knew the answer. One of the hardest parts of the job was pretending like you didn’t already know who he was. Some small part of you wished you truly didn’t know him; he was a man you could imagine meeting in another life. ‘’I’m a freelance journalist’’ he answered proudly, ‘’I’m currently working on a story about the infamous group of criminals called The Promised Ones.’’
The promised ones, you thought to yourself, is that what the public calls us. You hummed in interest, acting like you had never heard of said group. You rested your head in your hand, leaning slightly across the table, exposing enough cleavage to hopefully warm him up to your presence. ‘’What about you?’’ he asked. Your eyes widened. You weren’t used to actually being asked; most men didn’t care about anything but your face and body. ‘’Uhm,’’ you started. How does one answer that question. I’m a swindler that distracts lonely men while my accomplices ransacks their homes and strips them of everything valuable. That would never work. ‘’I’m an assistant’’ you finally settled on, your throat turning dry. Jinyoung noticed and winked at you. ‘’Don’t worry, I ordered drinks before you got here, they should be here any minute’’ he explained. You awkwardly laughed out a thanks and dropped your gaze to your hands. You were feeling awfully self conscious, as if the usual flirtatious and daring part of you had been dropped outside in the rain. And true enough, not long after, a small woman came and placed two glasses in front of you before leaving. You almost downed all of its contents in one go, hoping to drown your nerves. ‘’Whoa there, didn’t realise my company was that nerve wracking’’ he joked as he took a sip himself. You nearly choked on the liquid and got thrown into a coughing fit because of it. ‘’It’s not that...you’re actually..surprisingly sweet..’’ you managed to get out through coughs.
Something between worry and doubt crossed Jinyoung’s face, but it left as soon as it arrived. ‘’If you consider common courtesy sweet, then I won’t dare to think about the behaviour of your past dates’’ he muttered with an unreadable anger lingering behind his words. You hadn’t actually thought about that. You had always been too focused to make sure the men you were tricking were distracted, and the easiest way to do that was to simply say and do what they wanted. ‘’I’m glad I’ve finally met a respectful man like you then’’ you smiled, once you had finally gained control over your cough. ‘’Cheers to that’’ he laughed, holding up his glass. You lifted yours too and the two of you clinked drinks while catching each other’s gaze.
Once the first hour had passed, you knew stuff about him you didn’t know beforehand, and he knew stuff about you. Stuff about the real you.  During the second hour you talked about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s presence and gaining energy from watching the other smile. It wasn’t until you reached the third hour and your fourth drink that you realised you were slowly breaking your most important rule; you were getting attached. Jinyoung was in the middle of telling a funny story when the same waitress as before came over and interrupted him. ‘’I just talked to the boss of a Y/N and he asked me to leave a message.’’ She handed you a note with shaky hands and quickly left before you could ask questions. ‘’Excuse me’’ you apologized while unfolding and reading the message.
‘You got what you needed? Come out and meet us as soon as you can’
You looked up at Jinyoung with remorseful eyes. You were stupid to think this could ever work, you were just drunk and needy of attention. At least that’s what you told yourself. ‘’Everything okay?’’ he asked, leaning across the table to put his hand above yours. You didn’t know what was so special about him, but every time he touched you a spark traveled from your skin to your heart, making it flutter. He was handsome, smart, kind and most of all he seemed to actually care about you. You hadn’t experienced something like this in years and it made the feeling all the more powerful. ‘’I’m so sorry, I’ve just been called to a work emergency - I have to go’’ you sobbed, sounding less convincing than intended.
He stood up and offered you his hand, dragging you up to meet you face to face. You felt his breath on your skin and you wanted nothing more to stay here with him, but you knew how foolish that was. This would be the first and last you saw him, and while you’d return to your old life, he’d return home to a broken one. A small tear escaped your eye as you leaned up to place your lips upon his. He was soft and warm so when he licked your bottom lip, you happily let him in. The way his hands felt on your hips and the way he hummed into the kiss felt almost too perfect, and it made your entire world spin. You slowly ran your hand across his chest and under his jacket. With careful fingers you wandered into his breast-pocket, successfully getting a hold of the pictures inside it. You hid them behind your back and forced yourself to pull away from the kiss. ‘’See you around?’’ he asked with hope in his voice. You hated lying, you really did. It seemed like your life was filled with empty promises and sweet lies; it made you sick. ‘’Yes’’ you answered, trying to force a smile. You desperately wanted that to be true, but you knew better than to get your hopes up. With one last peck on his lips, you left the bar with hasty steps, not daring to look back.
In just a few hours you had managed to break your ‘’no attachment’’ rule and fall in love, just to steal from him and leave him behind. When you entered the car you didn’t dare looking into the eyes of your group. They asked how it went, but you simply threw the pictures onto Monster’s lap in response. They all celebrated with hoots and laughs, but you weren’t in the mood for celebration. M noticed your silence and tried reading your expression, but to no avail. Monster proudly shook your shoulder and thanked you; a rare gesture from his side. Yet you didn’t even look up. The rain outside had finally stopped and stars painted the night sky. Droplets of water was now replaced with the tears running down your cheeks. Your bleeding heart sank deeper and deeper as the car drove into the night. You had finally done it: you had managed to fuck up big time.
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