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waitinginthedarke · 7 years

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BIGBANG - MAFIA!AU - SERIES 3

A BIGBANG FANFICTION

Summary: The saying goes, ‘the mafia is family, the mafia is home’…but even if ‘the mafia is home’…is it really the right place to raise a child?

Masterlist (including series one and two)

Disclaimer: Mentions of (familial) physical abuse.

Chapter 8

SEUNGHYUN

‘I don’t suppose you’ve spoken to the boy recently, Seunghyun?’

His heart stops.

‘What?’

‘Pardon. Seunghyun. …and I asked if you’d spoken to the boy recently…I assume you know who-‘

‘No.’

He doesn’t say anything else, simply tilting his head in the direction of his father to give him his answer, before beginning to stride off down the corridor once more, Kyungil’s wrist firmly in his grip despite the other man’s obvious intentions to remain with him no matter what; the stoic expression, and straight back that he was sporting in defiance of Seunghyun’s father offering him silent support.

But that’s before the end of the corridor, that before had revealed two doors with the light from outside spilling through them in a temptation of escape, are suddenly being blocked by around 15 men, each with cold, unshakable, expressions.

‘Seunghyun, you wont be leaving before we’ve had a chat-‘

‘Tell your men to move now, ….before I kill them.’

Anybody could tell from his tone of voice that Seunghyun had now bypassed the point of polite interaction, and was now ready to turn full assassin mode to escape the confines of his father’s prison-like mansion, the walls of which seemed to be closing in on him by the second, and the sense only had Seunghyun’s fighting instincts increasing in his muscles.

‘You don’t have any weapons, Seunghyun. I’ve asked politely, and now I demand that we talk and you hear me out-‘

‘You think I need weapons to fight you and your men?’

The sneer that he speaks the words with has Kyungil’s shoulders visibly tightening, the way Seunghyun’s teeth were gritted in anger as he slowly turns to look at the man who was posing as his father, revealing an even darker side to the man than any Kyungil had seen before…

…but it was a side in which he noticed one thing he’d never seen from him before…

…he was afraid.

‘Seunghyun STOP being ridiculous. And follow me to my office NOW! Otherwise I will have you dragged there-‘

‘I’ll give you 10 seconds to call them off.’ Seunghyun responds, his voice deepening impossibly, and he gently drops Kyungil’s wrist to signal he was preparing for an oncoming fight, the thought exciting him, yet terrifying him to the bone as he senses the imminent danger to his partner with the move.

‘Seunghyun….If you don’t stop this nonsense, I swear to God-‘ his father sneers back as he takes a step toward him, Seunghyun only having to glance up at him once to warn him to stay back, before he stops in his approach, and instead appears to snort in anger.

’10….9….’

‘You haven’t changed at all! Always thinking you controlled the situation and never listening to orders despite your position-’

‘8…7….6….’

‘I don’t know how Jiyong works with you, or even why his father took you under his wing in the first place- since you were always such a brat whenever I attempted to train you…all you ever did was fantasize over that boy-‘

‘…5….4…..’

It was in the way that Seunghyun had started to spit the numbers from between his teeth that Kyungil came to the understanding that the boy really was important in all this, dropping his jacket to the floor and rolling his sleeves up as he did so. And its as his father continues talking, continues unravelling Seunghyun despite his refusal to hear his words, that Kyungil realized that in some way, the child was attached to Seunghyun and that because of this, he’d caused him to be like he was; quiet, angry, and …irreversibly young.

‘-I told you time and time again, boy. You can’t fight me…not whilst you remain so naïve; trapped in a fantasy world where consequences don’t come for those who test the wrong path; those who want things they cant have-‘

‘3…2…’

‘But now…’

‘…1.’

‘-now you will learn your lesson.’

YOUNGBAE

‘HOW COULD YOU LET HER GO OFF LIKE THAT!? HOW IN GOD’S NAME COULD YOU-’

‘YOUNGBAE! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET MARK ON THE PHONE!-‘

‘BUT-‘

‘SHUT UP!’

The volume at which Jiyong shouts the words has the car descending into silence as the shortest of the group stares at him momentarily in disbelief, completely taken aback by his friend’s command, before angrily moving to dig his phone out of his pocket and ring the elusive brother, questions upon questions spinning around his mind, and remaining without answers.

‘Where are you?’ he asks as soon as he hears the line pick up, not bothering to wait for a response in his frustration.

‘I- Wait, why are you calling me? Where’s-‘

‘No time for questions, where are you?’

‘The law building in the centre of town, the building Seunghyung was dragged into is right across from here. But where’s Y/N-‘

‘She’s gone back to the mansion-‘

‘WHY?! I swear if Jiyong is bossing her around i’ll-‘

‘Don’t finish that sentence, or I will be forced under duty to finish you. Do you understand?’ Youngbae snaps suddenly, the oncoming threat in Mark’s words riling him up even more than Jiyong’s apparently bad mood, and the threat of punishment in the man’s tone is enough to silence the other guy.

‘If I find out anything bad has happened to her, I wont stay still.’ Mark answers sinisterly instead, hanging up before any other answer can be given, and the abrupt silence has Youngbae hissing beside Jiyong as the car speeds into the city.

‘He’s at the law building-‘

‘What did he say about Y/N?’ Jiyong cuts in, expression stonily blank as he stares out of the windscreen, the silence that follows his words weighing heavily on his friend, Daesung remaining quiet and unmoving in the back seat and causing Yougnbae to grit his teeth in response to his immobile helpfulness.

‘He asked where she was….that was all.’

‘He threatened me when you told him she wasn’t with us, I assume.’ Jiyong responds, turning a sudden corner and causing Youngbae to crash against the window, the smaller man sneering in minor pain before answering his friend.

‘Yeah, but I threatened him and told him to back off, obviously- JESUS! WILL YOU SLOW DOWN?!’

He curses as Jiyong brakes suddenly and he’s pushed heavily against the dashboard of the car despite his seat belt holding him firmly, the other man not wasting any time, before jumping out of the car and stalking toward the building they’d pulled up in front of, the big glowing ‘LAW’ sign making Youngbae sigh in relief, before he realizes just why Jiyong was heading so quickly into the building.

God...Y/N would kill him if he let anything happen to her lover or her brother.

‘Why are we back here? What about Seunghyun-‘

‘Jihoon, if you could be quiet for one moment, Love, that would be amazing.’ You mutter under your breath as you speed toward the record room, the queasy feeling in your stomach confirming what you already suspected, despite the way you struggle to open the door and lunge toward the cabinet that held the information on all the members of the gang.

‘I’m going to call, Jiho-‘

‘Okay, honey.’ You mutter back, not really paying attention to him anymore; his sweet disposition starting to get on your nerves a little with the way he always wanted to help, and how his innocence always demanded that he knew what was going on, his constant questioning having followed you through the building since you’d climbed off of the back of his bike.

Its in that moment, as your fingers are flicking through the alphabetical filing tabs in the master file, and you see the thin gap between C and D where Seunghyun’s file would be held, that a vague memory of a late night conversation with Jiyong during the first days of living in the mansion, suddenly surfaces in your mind.

‘Is this the infamous ‘master file’?’ you ask with a chuckle as a large grey drawer file gets wheeled through the door of the office, and into the small safe room, the amount of bubblewrap, as well as duct tape and chains, wrapped around the object amusing you greatly. Jiyong converses with the moving men as they position the hunk of metal and unwrap it, before he thanks the man as he walks to get more things, and proceeds to turn to you with a smirk.

‘It would indeed. So, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with it, if you were serious about the sharing thing!’ he explains, winking at you as he mosies over to the padded recliner chair you were sat in, cradling your face with his hand as he smiles down at you, and chuckling at the way you snuggle into his palm, before he leans down to drop a kiss to your forehead.

‘Lets see what we’ve got then!’ you chuckle, practically having heart eyes as you stare up at him, before jumping to your feet and skipping into the new record room to inspect the drawers.

‘Key?’ you ask cutely after trying all the handles and realizing they were all stuck fast, turning to him with your hands held out and a pout on your face, which is quickly kissed off by his hungry lips, before he leans past you with his own bunch of keys and unlocks the first drawer.

‘Can I have a key too?’ you ask as he pulls it out for you, blinking up at him pleadingly and grinning when he rolls his eyes at your demands, before nodding, appearing mildly surprised when you lean up to kiss him, but recovering with a quick smirk.

‘The first drawer is A-H. Which would include Annonymous -‘

‘Some of these files are really big!’ you exclaim as you take in the sight before you, cutting Jiyong off, before he goes on with a chuckle.

‘Through to Choi…Dong…-‘

‘Oooh, Seunghyun’s file?’ you ask excitedly, recognising the last name and immediately flicking through the tab, hurriedly reaching into C, only to withdraw one single piece of paper, with very little information on it.

‘Is this it?’ you ask, rather put out after reading it, only to find a brief summary of how he’d made his way to Jiyong’s father’s gang, as well as his biological details (height, weight, blood type, shoe size), and the details for his bank account- so that he could get paid.

‘Seunghyun’s file is…interesting.’ Jiyong mutters behind you, his hands sliding onto your hips as he looks over your shoulder having you look up at him questioningly with the tone of voice he’d used.

‘Interesting?’

‘Uh…’ Jiyong murmurs, his eyes tightening signalling he was trying to think up an answer, glancing at you to see the suspicious look you were giving him, before sighing and taking the slip of paper from you to put it back into the file.

‘Hey! I was reading-‘

‘Come with me.’ He says quietly, cutting your protest off and slipping his hand into yours to pull you from the room, proceeding to guide you out of the office and toward the stairs, before completely baffling you by making you get into the car, and refusing to answer your questions in the most playful manner he could as he drove you down the long driveway.

25 minutes later the two of you pulled into the old apartment HQ, the place now seeming absurdly quiet to you as you walk in the front door and have to turn the lights on, still wondering why Jiyong had brought you here in the first place, and just being about to turn around and ask him, when he proceeds to grip your waist and guide you gently through the apartment to the old office.

‘Since we’re joining up and becoming partners, there’s one very important thing you need to learn about Seunghyun.’ He begins as he shuts the door behind you both, before slipping past you to walk toward his desk, stopping at the side of it and knealing down next to the solid oak panel, before looking over at you with a surprisingly serious look.

‘What?’ you ask.

‘He’s not who you think he is.’

‘Ji-‘ you’re about to scold him, thinking he was messing around since that was the cliché line everyone used when they worked in the business you were in, but just as you chuckle gently at his antics, you realize he wasn’t laughing.

‘He’s not who he thinks he is either, Y/N.’

That comment had you.

‘What do you mean?’

He sighs as he lays his palm flat against the side of the desk, staring contemplatively at it for a moment, before reaching up and flicking to almost invisible clips away to reveal the false end as it falls away, proceeding to reach inside momentarily as you walk over, to pull out the slim wad of papers that were the only thing housed within.

‘This is his actual file. It contains….everything about him. …even the things he doesn’t know.’ Jiyong murmurs, standing back up and staring at the papers solemly for a moment, before his darkened, sad eyes flicker up to look at you.

‘As much as you may want to, Y/N. You must never look at these papers. I am the only member of this gang who knows the true history behind Seunghyun, and I want it to remain that way…for your own good;…please, just do as I say.’

Usually you would have argued with him, told him he was being ridiculous, that nothing could have been so bad that Jiyong had to carry the weight of this huge secret on his shoulders by himself. However, it was the broken expression, and the tired shoulders, coupled with the death grip that he held onto the papers with that told you not to mess with him.

And so rather than push him any further, you’d simply nodded your head and watched him hold tightly to the files as the two of you had walked back downstairs to the car and made your way home.

After that…you’d never seen them again.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t kept a keen eye on Jiyong.

It had proved just how tired your lover had gotten lately that he’d started letting things slip; the way you’d been held hostage in your own house being the very first indicator to this fact, and you were almost sure that some of the others had noticed if their guarded expressions when they were around Jiyong were anything to go by.

But just because you’d been worried about him, didn’t mean you didn’t still want to know what Seunghyun’s secret was.

So, after momentarily hanging your head in your hands when you find the crevice for Seunghyun’s file was empty, where you presume said man had come to steal the information in an attempt to confirm if it was actually his father that had come to find him, the minute you remember when you’d watched Jiyong construct the new desk in the office, you double back and start inspecting every edge and corner for a concealed hiding place.

And despite always admiring Jiyong for his intellect and quick wit, you cant help but curse him out under your breath, when instead of finding the same hidden panel as the desk in the old HQ on the left hand side…you find it on the right instead.

‘Did you actually want me to find this?’ you mutter under your breath, ignoring the strange glances from Jihoon who remained at the windows, still muttering away to Jiho on the phone, presumably explaining his absence, before jumping up when you exclaim happily and extract the all too familiar bunch of papers.

‘Whats that?’ Jihoon asks as you get to your feet once more, your heart racing a million miles a second as your eyes graze the blank first sheet, inscribed with only ‘CHOI SEUNGHYUN’, the capital letters intimidating and mysterious all at once, and you’re just about able to cotton on to the sound of Jihoon’s footsteps as he walks over to you, just before he can see the two lone words.

‘STAY THERE!’ you shout at him, appearing to startle him as he instantly sinks into a defensive crouch, eyes wide as they stare up at you expectant of a move, before he simply straightens up and frowns at you in questioning confusion.

‘You cant see this. I’m sorry.’ Is all you say, shooting him a pleading look, and seeing him reluctantly step back to the window before you refocus your attention on the paper in front of you, and begin to read…

SEUNGHYUN

‘STOP!’

Just as Seunghyun had his limbs poised for attack, the singular word is ringing deafeningly loudly through the corridor that he was facing his father in, the force of momentary pause catching everyone in a moment of stasis, and he watches as his father, the man behind him, and Kyungil beside him, all turn their attention to something, or rather someone, behind him.

‘Choi Seunghyun, follow me, now.’

The voice had a different effect from that of the first time he’d heard his father speak upon waking up to find out where he was. This voice, was cracked,….dry….old….yet evoked memories of such clarity in his mind, that Seunghyun became stunned as images of grey corridors, stone floors, and isolated cells flicker like a black and white film reel through his mind, tempting him to believe they weren’t real, even though every cell in his body seemed to recognise them.

‘Seunghyun…who is that?’

Kyungil’s whisper from beside him, has Seunghyun turning his head slowly to peer over at the other man, seeing his comfortingly beautiful face that was marred by concern, and minor fright, and feeling his stomach sink further as he begins to shift his feet on the floor in an effort to turn around.

Before he can even answer the sound of footsteps clicking back down the corridor catches his attention, and he turns quickly to look toward it, only seeing the back of someone short, and apparently feminine, before his brain catches up with his actions, and another onslaught of black and white images infects his mind. His hands are flying to cradle his temples as a sudden pain seizes his skull, and before he can even attempt to open his eyes to get a second glimpse of the person who’d given him the command, before he could even try to assume a defensive pose in case someone tried to attack him amidst the pure torture forcing his feet stumbling in the direction of the woman walking away from him, his vision is slowly turning black.

And the last thing he sees is the terrified expression of Kyungil as he cries his name…

‘SEUNGHYUN!!’

(T.B.C)

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noonachronicles · 7 years

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Angels and Demons Pt. 5

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Language, Violence

Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

It wasn’t a surprise that Seunghyun’s home was nice. It was more than nice. He owned a three story town home with a lavish study, and a master bedroom that took up an entire floor all on its own. There were also two guest rooms and a wine cellar in the basement. It was luxurious to say the least.

As the days passed and she became more of a resident rather than a guest of his home she realized that he didn't really spend too much time there. He preferred to go to his family home. That home was technically his as well, passed down to him when his father died, but his mother, sister, and her family stayed there instead. He liked to be there because, opposite to his house, this one was full of life instead of quiet and lonely. He loved to hear his nephews laughing and suffer through his mother’s nagging.

The first time he brought her there she was terrified and overwhelmed. Terrified to meet his family and overwhelmed by the sheer size of the home he he’d grown up in. She didn’t realize a home this size could be hidden away so easily in the city. There were eight bedrooms with eight bathrooms, a massive library, a study,and a kitchen that could rival the best in restaurant kitchens in the country. The backyard was gigantic with a walk through garden that had it’s own pond, and a pool and entertainment area that took her breath away.

It did not take her long to feel accepted by his family. His mother loved her instantly. At first just because she was ecstatic to see her son in a real relationship, but then she loved her because she found her so warm hearted and strong willed, which is exactly what she thought he needed. His sister was slightly harder to impress but she found herself fond of how well Y/N got along with her son. Seunghyun’s nephew was immediately smitten with her and refused to leave her side when she visited.

“Please! You don’t understand, I love her!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Seunghyun grabbed his chest and fell to his knees onto the concrete, his face scrunched in pain. She ran to his side and fell to her knees.

“Seunghyun! No! Seunghyun, my love!” she cried into his chest, “Yeon, how could you? You monster!”

The sweetest little giggle escaped the mouth of Seunghyun’s nephew as he ran over to the pair. He kicked lightly at Seunghyun’s butt, “Get up! Get up!”

Seunghyun quickly sat up and grabbed the young boy pulling him into his lap. “I’m a zombie now! Arrrrrrrrgh!”

Yeon screeched in terror as Seunghyun nibbled on his shoulder. Y/N got up and let the two play while she grabbed her glass from the table, taking a sip of her mimosa.

“Yes, please. Chase the energy out of him.” Seunghyun’s sister said watching as the two ran around the pool together. His mother sat smiling happily under her large sunhat.

“Noona!” Yeon giggled running towards her, “save me!”

“Noona? Seunghyun stopped dead in his tracks, “Are you flirting with my jagiya?”

Yeon ran over to her wrapping his arms around her legs, “My girlfriend!”

“Y/N, how could you do this to me? I’m heartbroken.”

“How could I not fall for this face and this manly sweater vest?”

Seunghyun wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered against her ear, “I bought that sweater vest.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Yes, So I am the one with manly taste. I should be your boyfriend.” he smiled down at her. And she lifted her head up for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Yeon spat running over to his mother.

She was surprised at how long he let his public display last, his hand pressed against the small of her back, his lips moving from her lips to her neck, and then back again. Her face bloomed a rose color when she remembered his mother was sitting there. She pulled away and nodded over towards the house.

“Daesung is here.” she murmured.

Seunghyun looked over at the house and hummed. “I’ll be right back.”

She watched curiously as he walked over to Daesung. They spoke quietly, even though they weren’t near the others, close together and few gestures. Dae nodded and left the yard before Seunghyun came back to the table. He grabbed his jacket off the chair he’d been sitting at. He’d almost pulled away when her hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“I have some business to handle. I’ll be back in a bit to take you home.”

“Seunghyun,” she said sternly, not releasing her grip.

His mother raised an eyebrow at the two, amused by the interaction. She wondered how her son would respond. He looked down at her for quite a long moment reading her face as she stared back at him. Finally he sighed and nodded, “Let’s go. Eomma, we’ll see you soon.”

He dragged her by the hand across the yard and through the house until they reached the front door where he paused before turning around to her. He pulled her against his hip and placed a heated kiss on her lips. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise before she eased into him. He released the kiss with a pop and opened the door to where Daesung was waiting. He seemed surprised to see her with Seunghyun but didn’t ask questions, he only opened the car door to let them slide into the backseat.

“What was that about?” she asked. “I thought you were mad at me then…”

“You surprise me.” He said squeezing her thigh, and leaned in, “I find it frustrating and arousing.”

She blushed as she flicked her eyes to Daesung who didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything but the road. “Where are we going?”

“I need to speak to someone.” he grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, “You wanted to know the truth about me. There may be some things you see that you don’t like, but this is the truth. Don’t forget you asked for it.”

“Stop trying to scare me away.”

He kept his hand on her thigh for the rest of the drive. They didn’t speak, he just watched her watching the scenery that passed. He hoped to himself that she knew the last thing he wanted in the world was to scare her away.

The curiosity on her face was obvious as Daesung pulled up behind the old warehouse, nicknamed by the family as the confessional. From the outside it looked abandoned and just about to collapse. He waited for her to ask him about it, but she never did. She just stayed right by his side as they walked through the empty corridors. The ground was covered in puddles of stagnant water left over from rainy days that had leaked through the holes in the roof.

The curiosity never left her eyes as she imagined different ways the warped wooden beams and rusted metal scraps that littered the building could be used in a piece. They walked down a set of metal stairs into a grim basement. That’s when she finally heard the screaming. She looked briefly at Seunghyun but still didn’t ask for an explanation. They walked passed the door where the screams were coming from and to a door at the end of the corridor.

“You can come in but I want you to keep by the door and out of sight.” he said quietly, she nodded. “There’s no way I can convince you not to come in?”

She shook her head and touched his cheek gently, “You won’t get rid of me so easily. Trust what we have is real.”

Seunghyun opened the creaky metal door and cleared his throat. The figure of a man came into her view. He was tied to a wooden chair, arms behind his back and ankles tied to the front legs. His head jolted underneath a black canvas bag.

“Choi Seunghyun, is that you?” the man shouted, “I hope you know this is the stupidest shit you’ve ever done. What do you think you’re going to get out of it? I’m no fucking snitch.”

Seunghyun pointed to a spot near the door and she stepped over to it quietly while he went over to the man in the chair. He grabbed a chair from against the wall and dragged it across the concrete before slamming it down in front of the man in the chair. He pulled the bag off of his head and shoved the material into his mouth.

“Seungri, Don’t worry.” he said as Seungri started to let out muffled complaints. He leaned back in his chair and pulled a silver cigarette holder from his inner pocket. Placing one his mouth with one hand, the other casually patted his jacket pockets looking for his lighter. Only once his cigarette was lit did he continue. “You’ll have your chance to speak. In fact I hope that you do speak. There are some important things I need to ask you. You may have heard that I don’t care for lies or games, so it’ll be best if we’re straight forward. I don’t like my time wasted either. So if at any time I think you’re lying or wasting my time I will stab you in the leg. Do you understand? Nod if you understand. I want to make sure I’ve made myself clear.”

Seungri nodded and Seunghyung motioned Daesung over. Dae handed him a medium sized hunting knife that he placed across his thigh. “Now Daesung, you know Daesung don’t you? Of course you do. He’s going to remove the bag from your mouth, but if you speak out of term or scream like a little bitch, he’s going to gag you again.”

Daesung removed the bag from Seungri’s mouth and the latter choked due to his now dry mouth.

“First question, we’ll see if we can’t get this over with quickly so we can all go home. What is Jiyong planning?”

“Fuck you.”

“Just right off the bat, huh?” Seunghyun frowned as Daesung shoved the bag back into Seungri’s mouth. He lifted the knife passed his shoulder and slammed it down into the meat of Seungri’s thigh. As the younger cried out in pain Seunghyun leaned in on the blade, “Tell me his plan.”

He pulled the knife back out and Daesung removed the bag. Seungri leaned forward as much as he could and screamed in Seunghyun’s face spraying spit and sweat on his cheeks and mouth. Seunghyun didn’t wait for Daesung to replace the bag, he just slammed the blade down into the flesh of Seungri’s opposite thigh.

“Fuck you, Choi!” he cried out.

Seunghyun tore the blade from Seungri’s thigh and in quick concession slammed it back down and removed it five times following each of the words he said.

“Tell. Me. His. Fucking. Plan.”

Seunghyun leaned back in his chair, his cigarette still hanging from his lips as he wiped the spit and blood from his face. He only smeared it, making him look even more menacing than before. Seungri screamed through gritted teeth as blood poured onto the ground beneath him.

“He’s gonna kill you!” he growled. “That’s his brilliant fucking plan. He’s going to try and get you to join him one more time because he knows he’ll have more power with you than without you. If you say no again he’s going to kill you and then merge the clans.”

“How?” Seunghyun asked leaning forward on his knees, “How is he going to kill me?”

“I don’t know man! He’s a psycho little shit!”

“You’re his second, Seungri.” Seunghyun pressed thumb into one of Seungri’s many wounds, the other groaned in pain, “Do you know what a head tells his second? Everything. So forgive me if I don’t believe you when you say you don’t know his plan.”

“I don’t, I swear to god.” he panted, he sounded desperate. “He’ll come after your girl, your family, people close to you that he thinks are weaker. He won’t try to come after you directly. He’s lazy, he’ll make you come to him. Every one of his plans has failed so far. He’s getting frustrated, making mistakes all over the place. It’s killing him…are you… are you going to kill me?”

“No,” Seunghyun stood up from his chair and wiped his hand on his pants. “Daesung is.”

It was then he realized that she wasn’t by the door anymore.

“When did she leave?”

Daesung shrugged, “Two minutes ago. Right after he said Jiyong was going to kill you.”

“I’ll meet you outside, I need to find her.”

He strode quickly out of the room, the metal door slamming behind him. His heart was pounding in his chest. It was a terrible idea, he knew he never should have let her come with him to this place, in the room. He’d lost it, his edge was gone. He was wrapped around her finger and now she was going to destroy him. He couldn’t believe he’d let himself get this deep. As he cursed himself for his mistake he made his way up the stairs to the main floor.

They bumped into each other, him out of frantic rushing and her from digging through her purse. He grabber he shoulders, the concern clear in his eyes. “Where did you go?”

She lifted her hand from her purse and offered him a package of makeup removal wipes. Her hands were shaking and for the first time he looked passed his own fear and saw hers. He sighed, relieved, and wrapped his arms around her. She was shaking like a leaf in his arms but as he continued to squeeze her, she steadied. He laughed, looking down at the makeup wipes in his hand.

“Don’t laugh.” She muttered into his chest. “They’re all I have.”

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