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agippang12 · 2 years

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ONEUS mafia!Leedo reaction to gender-neutral reader wanting to break up due to “differences” but reader actually knows he’s mafia

Content warning: make out scene, yandere leedo, he a lil crazy, kidnap scene, the most out of place humor I've ever written in my life, and someone please take my notes app away from me.

Authors note: so I was working on a request but my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another ONEUS mafia imagine- I'm not super proud of this but I needed to write. anyways let me know if you want a part 2 or this kind of thing with another memberʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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For Leedo, the past few days had been horrible. Previously, when he had made plans with you, something would come up with his work. Being such a large part of a gang in the city wasn’t exactly easy. He was in charge of territories; specifically expanding them and keeping others out of them.

But now you are the one canceling all the time. You aren’t answering calls, barely texting, in fact he can’t remember the last time he saw you face to face.

Leedo is upset, but mostly scared. Did you find someone else? Do you still love him? These thoughts have been running through his head 24/7. He paced around his office, before stopping, his arms folded in distress.

He had enough. Leedo had, had more than enough. He is going to find you, and he is going to bring you back to his arms.

You have been staying at a friends house the past few nights. You have been dodging Leedo’s calls, not reading his texts, and hoping he won’t come looking for you. You’ve started noticing things about Leedo that are leaning towards the dangerous side. He doesn’t talk about his work, he has hidden safes throughout the house, and most importantly, his name matches someone in the ONEUS mafia ring. Though everyone only knows his name, you have more than a sneaking suspicion that dangerous man is your loving boyfriend.

You saw each text he sends, though you dont open them, and they’re getting more and more frantic.

“Baby, please respond.” 12:31AM

“If I did something wrong let me know! I’m sorry!”

“Where are you?” 1:01AM

“Babe, just tell me where you are!” 1:17AM

“Where are you.”1:30AM

They’re getting shorter, sterner, and quite frankly, you think he already knows where you are. Trying to decide between going somewhere else or staying, you find the solution. You can just break up with him with “differences” or “you lost the spark” as an excuse. He doesn’t need to know that you are aware of his actual job.

There is a knock at your friends front door, and you already know who it is. Your friend looks at you, as if asking if they should open the door or not. You inhale, bracing yourself for how he may react. You really don’t want to hurt him but you don’t see any alternative. You exhale and give your friend the go ahead.

Leedo attempts to hide just how scared he is. But as soon as he sees you behind your friend, nearing the kitchen but still slightly in his view, he pushed the door open. His hands are shaking and his eyes slightly teary, though later he will most definitely deny it.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been so worried, I was looking for you everywhere!”

He approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You nervously smiled, but you didn’t hug him back. He backed away, still keeping close to you.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He looked you up and down, looking for any possible issues.

You didn’t quite figure out how you were going to break the news to him, so it looks like you’ll have to go with the flow.

“Leedo, about that..” you started, “I’ve been thinking about us.”

Leedo knew what was coming, he almost sensed it. But he can’t let you leave him, not for any reason. He can’t live without you, even for a second. First, he needs your friend to leave. Then, he needs to find a way to make you stay.

“Oh. Could we speak about us alone?” He questioned, slightly looking in your friends direction. Your friend had just been standing there, seemingly ignored by Leedo up until this point.

Your friend looked at you, to make sure you’re okay with that. You nodded, it’s understandable to be uncomfortable talking about breaking up in front of someone else. Your friend went to their room upstairs.

“You were saying?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. He has his other hand in his pocket, and he was getting ready to put his plan in motion.

“I don’t love you anymore, Leedo.” You look him in the eyes and see the pain he’s feeling.

“Like, absolutely?” It appears he’s in the bargaining stage of grief. “Because I can do better! I can make you love me again!”

Leedo was getting more and more frantic, and he started cornering you against the kitchen counter. Both hands on either sides of your hips, he leaned in.

“Should I show you?” His breath was heavy on your lips. “How much I need you? How much I love you? How I will do anything just to be with you?”

After seeing no resistance on your end, he met your lips with his. His hands covered yours, and he pulled your arms over his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, and you weren’t complaining. At this point you completely forgot what you were saying. Leedo is an amazing kisser. He knew the exact rhythm to make you weak. And the occasional flick of his tongue over your lips, oh he knew exactly how you like to kiss. He put one of his hands on your jawline, and gently opened your mouth further. His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out... something? You quietly moaned at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

Then you heard you click and felt something cold on your wrists. You immediately remembered what you were doing and tried to look at your wrists, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. But Leedo didn’t let you go. He put one hand on your jaw to keep it open and his other hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him. Trying to put your hands on his chest to push him away, you realized he did, in fact, handcuff you.

“What the-“

Leedo pulled away, both of you are breathing heavily. He smiled, and you tried getting the handcuffs off. He pulled you towards him and locked his arms around you. He has such a pretty smile for a man who’s kidnapping you.

“What the absolute who-put-something-in-the-punch frick do you think you’re doing?” You shouted, struggling against his hold. This man has the biceps of a wrestler or even a Greek god, but gosh darn it, you need to stay focused.

Leedo knows your friend is still upstairs, so he covers your mouth. Can’t have them interfering. He takes off his tie and ties it around your mouth.

He picks you up, in a similar fashion to a sack of potatoes, and starts heading out the door.

Leedo is smiling so hard at the thought of having you home, and all to himself at that.

You were struggling but it wasn't much use. He handed you to men in suits whom you assume are his lackeys. They open the back door of Leedo's car and sat you inside.

Leedo climbed in front and heard your friend screaming your name in surprise, looking for you in the house, before realizing what had happened. Even if they called the police, the cops couldn't do anything against him or the gang.

So, you returned home under the watchful eye of your boyfriend, who pretended as if nothing happened. He is desperate for you to stay with him, even if he has to kill someone.

He loves you, he needs you, and he only has you. You can't leave him, he'll make sure of that.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 years

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years

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Price of Love (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader (Reader wears a dress as disguise and gets called miss once but like it’s a disguise so... could still be gn)

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Mafia!au, slight angst ig

Trigger Warning!!: mentions of death, mentions of wounds (but no actual injuries in the story), fire

Summary: You’re on a heist to steal precious artwork together with your boss turned boyfriend, but he suddenly changes the plan and leaves you worrying for his safety.

Word Count: 1,528

A/N: Once again I am apologizing that it took mw so long to write this T.T

But like writing is a creative task and sometimes I’m just not creative enough... Anyway I finally made it yayy. Enjoy it :)

Also about the title idk how to name it so yeah they’re at an auction and in love so that was the best I could come up with, sorry -Admin J

As you walked through the entrance of the auction house, you instantly felt as if all eyes were on you.

The clothes you were using as a disguise made you feel uneasy. Usually, people in your line of work didn’t care for what you wore, it was more important if you were holding a loaded gun to their head or a knife to their throat.

But right now, the flowy black dress you were wearing to hide your silhouette, the blonde wig that was tightly secured with a scarf draped over your head and the pearls around your neck, made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet that was still better than exposing who you were to those rich snobs all around you.

“You’re looking pretty. Maybe we should have you wear a dress more often.” The teasing voice of your boss turned boyfriend rang through the earpiece that was hidden under your wig as soon as you sat down at one of the chairs of the auction hall.

As much as you wanted to talk back, you refrained from doing so, to not blow your cover. Looking around you found Ravn dressed up as one of the guards at the side of the stage that would soon present the items for the auction. You ignored the sly smirk on his lips as he watched you.

It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you had seen him smirk like that. You had been found guilty of stealing from a club that belonged to him. Begging on your knees, to stop him from killing you, you advertised yourself to him as best as possible. Saying that whatever dirty work he needed to have done, you’d do it without asking any questions.

And in these past years you did not only manage to earn his respect but also his love.

Which brought you to the current situation, an auction with the finest and most expensive art pieces from all over the world. To top it all off they would be presenting the most expensive diamond ring known to man, but Ravn had made it clear you were only here for the art.

He’s always had this fable for arts, which you couldn’t really understand, many of those drawings looked like the were made by kindergarteners, why would they be that expensive? But if you could make your boyfriend happy by stealing him an ugly but crazily expensive artwork, you’d do it anytime.

As the auction began with the first piece, you were having fun by bidding together with the rich people in the room. Of course, you had no intentions of actually buying any of the items, but it was fun to compete with the rich and push the price to unbelievable numbers.

Once in a while you could feel Ravn sneaking glances at you, to make sure you were doing fine. He was happy to see that you were enjoying toying with other bidders as he knew you weren’t very interested in art, he had feared you would get bored.

When they finally rolled in the last item of the auction after what felt like eternity, you couldn’t take your eyes off the diamond ring. It had been one of your biggest dreams to one day possess a ring like that. The way it made the whole room sparkle as the bright lights of the auction room illuminated it enchanted you.

So when the fire alarm started blaring through the building it ripped you out of your trance and you jumped a little, even if you knew about this plan all along. As the smell of fire and dark smoke spread panic arose, people were trying to storm out of the building as fast as possible the guards guided everyone out of the room to safety until only you were left in the room.

“Miss, you need to leave there’s a fire!” A guard came up behind you. “Oh, shut up!” You declared, knowing fully well it was Xion under that disguise. He laughed and nudged your shoulder as he walked by you to get the artwork from backstage. The auction house was trusting the guards to lock away the art pieces safely in the case of a fire, but there was one thing they weren’t aware of, they all had been replaced by Ravn’s workers.

“The van is at the back entrance; Ravn is getting the fake paintings right now. Put the real ones in this bag and bring them to the car. Tell Leedo to drive right away, Ravn and I will make sure this whole place is burning to the ground. We’ll meet you guys back at headquarters afterwards.” Xion explained as he handed you a bag.

You felt uneasy, this wasn’t the original plan, what happened to taking the paintings, replacing them with fake ones to make everyone think they burned and getting out of there as fast as possible? Why would the two of them stay here any longer than they must? But it wasn’t the right time to question their plan, if Ravn wanted it that way there was nothing you could do.

As you were walking to the bag door, clutching the bag of paintings tightly you actually met Ravn on your way. “Be careful!” You warned him, he was probably fully aware that you didn’t like his decision to stay here instead of coming back to HQ with you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll see you in my office later. I have a surprise for you then.”

Before you could even question what he was talking about he was pressing his lips to yours. For a second the blaring fire alarm and the smell of smoke were completely forgotten as you melted into the kiss, after all there was a possibility, it would be your last. But as the heat in the building was rising, you became aware that you were actually in an actively burning building and it was best to leave, with that the two of you parted and went your ways.

Leedo was already waiting at the back entrance, just as Xion had said. The sliding door of the van open for you to jump right in. He seemed to be aware of the plan as he stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed.

“Why are they staying there?” You asked Leedo as you climbed to the passenger seat of the van. His eyes were focused on the street as he shrugged. He didn’t know either, he was just following the orders Ravn had given.

~*~

Back at the headquarters people were cheering upon seeing you return with the bag full of paintings, usually you would be celebrating with them, but right now you didn’t feel like celebrating anything if Ravn wasn’t by your side. You walked straight to his office. Something in you was wishing that if you opened the door, he would be there waiting for you, but how was that possible. He couldn’t have gotten here quicker than you did. Especially since Leedo was Oneus’ fastest getaway driver.

Just like you thought, his office was empty. You put the bag of paintings down at his neatly organized desk before you let yourself fall back into his black leather chair. A sigh escaped your lips as you were on the verge of crying, you were trying to calm down by telling yourself he had survived so many dangerous situations. Every time he had escaped sometimes with gun wounds, stab wounds even broken bones, he said they were like scratches to him. But Fire? That was something completely different, he couldn’t control that or fight that.

You started pacing around the small office, letting your hand wander over the metal surfaces of his shelves to check for dust, just to distract yourself. Of course, there was no dust, his office was the place he treasured the most, so it had to be spotless.

You were standing with your back to the door as you heard it open, your whole body froze. It scared you, what if you turned around and it wasn’t Ravn standing there, but one of his men telling you he wouldn’t return.

“Y/N.” A breath escaped you that you didn’t even know you were holding. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, they just started flowing. That was his voice! Turning around you rushed into your boyfriends’ arms and hugged him tightly. Your fist hit his chest, “Why did you have to do that? Why couldn’t you just stick to the plan?”

He didn’t answer at first, tightening the hug and stroking your hair. When he was sure you had calmed down, he wiped your tears with his thumb before speaking, “Well the plan didn’t involve getting you this.” He pulled something out of his pocket, it took you a second to realize what it was. The diamond ring!

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” This question alone had you crying again and your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” Ravn chuckled when you parted.

“Of course it is!”

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

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captain-joongz · 8 months

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introduction

♤ nikko × 23y/o ('01) ×

◇ currently fighting for my life at uni :'))

♡ multi-stan: EXO (Baekhyun), ATEEZ (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San), Stray Kids (Hyunjin, Felix), Seventeen (S.Coups, Dino), TxT (Soobin), BTS (Yoongi, Tae), DPR Ian, Jackson Wang, Sunmi, Bibi, Oneus (Hwanwoong)

tags you might wanna check out:

#fic reblog : all the fics I've reblogged onto here (mostly one shots)

#favourites : my favourite reads

#reading list: series : series I'm currently following

#to be read : fics for future reads

#updates : anything concerning the updates of my own fics

☆ requests are closed

♧ masterlist | library

THIS IS A NSFW BLOG, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

currently active series

◇ Abraxas (mafia boss!Yoongi x police officer!reader, crime, investigative, eventual smut, slight humour)

♡ OT8!Ateez x f!reader coming in summer!

updates/projects in works

♤ Cream soda (non-idol!Baekhyun, annoyances to lovers, smut)

☆ Space for two (demon!Taehyung, historical AU, smut)

♧ A little show (Yoongi x reader, uni au, smut) new release!!

◇ Abraxas, act I, chapter II - april 2024

♡ Deserve you (brother-in-law!Seonghwa, smut) - april/may 2024

♧ Sharp teeth, sweet flesh (yandere!tiger spirit!Hongjoong, dark, smut) - may 2024

#introduction post #masterlist #updates

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stardragongalaxy · 11 months

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Explicit Warning: This blog is 18+. If I see an ageless blog (put an age or year at least somewhere, its not that hard people, or i will assume you are underage), a bot blog, a minor, sexist, racist, against the alphabet mafia, or think anon hate going to get you anywhere, it is an automatic block and/or deletion in asks, dms, or otherwise. This is a major rule. Please respect it. Thank you!

Networks involved in: @cultofdionysusnet @sandsofire @pirateeznet @wonderlandnet @monsterfvckersunited @cromernet

Kpop gif blog: @kpopcrossworlds

Main blog: @umbralhelwolf

Roleplay blog: @mythicwonderland

Ficrec blog: @hwassnackbra (thank you for @anyamaris for letting me make this! Credit goes to her idea!)

Hello travelers. Welcome to my writing blog.

*bows* I'm Haru. I'm an 89 liner, INFJ, artist, writer, and someone with a variety of interests. By all means, however, rest and relax as you traverse the various wings to each clan of guardians who reside (write for) here. They are: Ateez, Stray kids, Dreamcatcher, Ace, Kingdom, OneUs (ot5), AleXa, and TXT. I will write other groups and sometimes non idols (if the motivation is there), but I will research first because I don't feel comfortable with anyone underage. I also will not write for people like Kris, Seungri, Himchan, or anyone else who has done horrible things (if I see these in asks, I will not hesitate to block you. You have been warned)

What I will write:

Most genres, aus, and tropes. It varies in BDSM (better to ask than to assume people)

What I won't write for:

Most watersports, scat, anything to do with anyone underage

The lists will continue to grow as time goes on!

If you are looking for fics and want them filtered. Turn on the mature label and not slap it on us or report. Thank you!

These are no way, shape, or form resonate to the actual idols themselves.

I'd appreciate it if you don't plagiarize, steal, alter (ai included folks), translate, or any other ways to my works I created. Thank you!

Putting this here as well. As much as I create my own banners, I also use @cafekitsune creations also out of support and the work they put into them the most! Thank you if you see this!!

Under the cut is the masterlist

(I am aware that some aren't going by age or position, and that's okay)

Ace

Ot5:

Tba

Donghun:

Tba

Junhee:

Tba

Seyoon:

Tba

Byeongkwan:

Tba

YuChan:

Tba

AleXa

Tba

Ateez

Ot8:

Tba

Seonghwa:

Brightest Jewel

4:57: Before the Boom

Vampire drabble

Hongjoong:

Tba

Yunho:

Infernal Deception

Melody of Red

Vampire drabble

Storm of Stygia

Yeosang:

Wind Protector

San:

Melody of Red

Mingi:

The Lion's Heart

Wooyoung:

Tba

Jongho:

Infernal Deception

Dreamcatcher

Ot7:

Tba

SuA:

Tba

Siyeon:

Tba

Yoohyeon:

Tba

Dami:

Tba

Handong:

Tba

JiU:

Tba

Gahyeon:

Tba

Kingdom

Dann:

Tba

Arthur:

Tba

Louis:

Tba

Jahan:

Tba

Hwon:

bta

Ivan:

Tba

Mujin:

Tba

Chiwoo (former):

Tba

Ot7:

Tba

OneUs

Seoho:

Tba

Keonhee:

Tba

Leedo/Gunhak:

Tba

Hwanwoong:

Tba

Xion:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

TXT (Together x Tomorrow):

Soobin:

Tba

Yeonjun:

Tba

Beomgyu:

Tba

Taehyun:

Tba

Kai:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

Events:

Library of Illusion

Before The Boom

Seventeen Collaboration

Other (kpop and non kpop):

Winter Love

Desires Await - Junhui

☆♤♡◇♧ Dark Web Fics, 19+ ☆♤♡◇♧

This is not to be entered, and whatever is here will not be for everyone. Anyone under 19 interacting with these will be immediately blocked 🚫 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

TBA

#personal #introducing myself #masterlist included #ateez #stray kids #Dreamcatcher #AleXa #Kingdom #Ace #kpop #other #OneUs #txt #together x tomorrow #seventeen #a.c.e

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Fan fictions I’m working on. 💜💜💜💜

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Currently publishing Second & last part of Ab6ix mafia series Absolute Heartache. (park Woojin & Jeon Woong)

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Written but yet to finish editing of

Third & Last part of The Boyz Vampire series Immortal Betrayal. (Kim Younghoon & Sohn Eric)

ACE/Oneus Crossover Love Triangle Series Complicated Love. (Kim Sehyoon & Kim Youngjo)

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Half way through writing

Lee Wonho Oneshot

ACE’s Oneshot

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Plan to write Oneshots for

ACE Park Junhee

KNK Park Seoham

BTS Min Yoongi

Ateez Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho & Song Mingi

Blackpink Kim Jisoo & Park Rosanna

(G) I-dle Jeon Soyeon

Second Part to The Boyz Lee Juyeon’s Player.

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Also half written but have writing block (which I’m sure I’ll find back eventually)

Series for

BTS Jung Hoseok

ACE Kim Sehyoon, Park Junhee & Kim Byeongkwan.

Crossover between ACE Kim Sehyoon, EXO Kim Jongin, BTS Kim Taehyung & The Boyz Kim Younghoon.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

If there is any Requests please feel free to ask. Thought can’t Guarantee it be written ASAP as I go on what Flow feels the strongest.

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velvetyh · 2 years

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Hi again! 💚 I know TBZ is the literal ult but I couldn’t see this and suffer alone. I feel like you’d be the only to understand my pain…

Anyways do you know the group ONEUS? They performed on the first season of Kingdom with TBZ, and well they are another of my fav groups and to sum it up they are having a cb soon and they released the concept photos…..

Now I can’t stop thinking about THIS Leedo and a sexy mafia Romeo and Juliet or even a JOKER-HARLEY QUINN theme. Wtf did they have to make this cb Trickster?

Haha I know this as random but hopefully you’ll agree to suffer together? 🥺

hihi darling!!

of course i know ONEUS!! i don't stan them but I've heard and watched a lot of good things about them ! (i actually share birthdays with keonhee, he had already caught my eye when i interested myself to their music, but he became my bias right after knowing this info 😇)

this pic of leedo just screams mafia boss! vibes (just imagine this fine ass body covered in tattoos)

i can't wait for all the comebacks this month!! and ofc!! you're more than welcome to come and talk to me in my asks, i really like interacting with people!! 🥺💗

#lillyxjulien

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only10tion · 2 years

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2 + 7 for the kpop asks!

2. How did you discover kpop?

The daughters of some family friends were actually really into Big Bang for a short while,,but I dont remember when I actually first discovered it;; I do remember being small, watching all of Big Bang's MVs, and being like "...fictional men but...irl??" Bcs i was a child

I was like a Big Bang only stan for a fat minute until my friend got me into BTS in 7th grade

7. Favorite concept?

I like semi-dark concepts with that artsy vibe like Can't You See Me by TXT

Anything traditional Korean like Lit by Oneus

Anything classical/gospel/fantasy/epic conquering revolution hype (think Ateez, Kingdom, E'Last)

Crazy clown mafia (Block B~~)

#answered ask #thank u!!#kpop thoughts from my brain #im a rambler and im indecisive so these are overdetailed-

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bangstawrites · 2 years

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ATEEZ:

Mingi:

“You know this song”

BTS:

Taehyung:

“Glimpse of us”

POV: s/o tries to go in for a kiss, but bf is too tall

B.A.P:

B.A.P as Modern Family

OMEGA X

OMEGA X as How I Met Your Mother

OMEGA X; THEY HAVING A BAD DAY AND YOU BRIGHTNING THE DAY.

ONEUS:

Ravn:

“He was just a fantasy, you are real”

MONSTA X:

POV: their s/o had a long week

POV: their s/o loves EDM and RAVE

THE BOYZ:

Q: “they told me about you” MAFIA AU

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agippang12 · 2 years

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Hope this turned out the way you wanted!

mafia! Hwanwoong x fem reader (but isnt really stated)

part 2

mafia stuff, he's soft yandere ngl, obsessed, possessive, and kinda crazy Hwanwoong. there's a forced kiss in this! (established relationship) lmk if you want more stuff like this/another part of this!

You came home to your boyfriend of 2 months, Hwanwoong, disturbed. At work, you were approached by a man in the investigative services, a man looking for evidence against "Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS".

Hwanwoong? The man who stands on a table to avoid spiders? The leader of the largest crime group in South Korea?

You stood in the hallway, breathing slowly. You needed to prepare yourself. For what you'll say and for how he'll respond.

The sound of light footsteps grew closer and you could practically hear his excitement.

"Babe!" He rounded the corner, "how was work?"

He attempted to hold your hand but you moved away from him.

"It was fine." Hwanwoong could tell something was wrong, your eyebrows scrunched together, and your eyes looking at the ground. "We need to talk."

So there you were, sitting crosslegged, and staring Hwanwoong into submission. He was sitting across from you, nervously playing with his hands.

"So," you raised an eyebrow, "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh-" He looked around the room trying to find a clue. Is it because he ate her slice of cake? "If this is about the strawberry and cream cake slice I ate I promise I didn't mean to!"

"You ate my what-"

"Nevermind!" he quickly interjected. "Could you just tell me?"

You inhaled. You already knew what the answer would be but you needed the truth to come from him.

"Yeo Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS, right?"

Hwanwoong's blood went cold. He was going to tell you when you trusted him more, he was. But how did you find out?

"B-baby I can explain!" He chuckled nervously. "If you could just tell me who told you, I promise I'll explain everything."

You sighed. "I'm sorry Hwanwoong, but I can't date... a person like you."

As you started to stand up, you missed Hwanwoong's fists tightening. His breathing was staggered and his brows furrowed.

"Someone like me?" He laughed in disbelief, a dark sound. Hwanwoong sounded dangerous. For the first time since you met him, he sounded dangerous.

He stood up, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was held on his face. The man reached over to his phone and typed a short sentence. "Honey, I've been genuine with you this whole time. But if you can't see that, I think I'm going to have to change how we do things here."

"That's what I'm saying, Hwanwoong." You said, hands out in a 'calm down' motion. "We need to break up because we aren't doing well together."

This time, the smile wasn't even there when you looked up at him. He dropped his phone on the couch and took hold of your hand instead. Hwanwoong pushed you against the wall, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head. He leaned in, trying to kiss you. Trying to make you feel the sparks he always does. Trying to show you his desperation.

But you moved your head away. He scoffed. He grabbed your face and planted a hard kiss on your lips. The longer it went on the more he calmed down. His kissing went from a harsh, angry one to a desperate attempt at showing you his emotions. You could feel his erratic breaths and what sounded like sobbing. You opened your eyes.

Hwanwoong... Was crying?

He let go of you and slumped onto your shoulder, his body shaking.

"Please," he cried, "don't leave me."

"Hwanwoong, I have to."

"You cant! I love you and I need you!" He brought his eyes back up to meet yours. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to make you mine."

Shivers went down your spine. Yep, he's crazy.

You laughed nervously, "I understand, Hwanwoong. Let me put my shoes by the door, hm?"

You seemed to persuade him enough to fully let you go, though his eyes still followed your figure. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed the front door handle and pulled hard. But all you were met with were large men in maroon suits and earpieces blocking the way. Hands wrapped around your waist.

"I texted them earlier," Hwanwoong whispered bitterly into your ear. "In case you were scared and needed... protection."

"Yeo Hwanwoong, this has gone too far, and you know it!" You struggled against his hold.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I do love you. And I can't live without you."

#kpop #mafia oneus #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafiaromance #oneus fanfic #oneus hwanwoong #oneus imagines

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years

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The one that got away (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Mafia!au

Trigger Warning!!: Mentions of alcohol, kidnapping, guns, death threats

Summary: When being in the wrong place at the wrong time gets you into a shady situation, you suddenly find yourself deeply entangled with one of the most dangerous people in town, lucky for you though, he’s an old friend.

Word Count: 1,449

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to upload, I had quite a lot of stuff do to for classes. But it’s here now, so I hope you enjoy it. And if you think the story has anything to do with the song, I’m sorry to disappoint.

For the longest time it had been your dream to move out of the shithole you called your hometown, to the big city to start a career in acting. But now, after way too many failed auditions and castings, you found yourself back in the place you grew up in. In a tiny one room apartment at the edge of town.

Sure, you could have simply moved back in with your parents, but they hadn't been supportive of your career choice in the first place and you really didn't feel like having them go 'I told you so!' at every given chance.

The first night was the worst. The light of the neighboring bar was flickering through your broken blinds and kept you awake. Once in a while drunk people were rioting in the street, until they were escorted away by security guards. There was no way you'd be sleeping tonight. Night number two went just the same way.

As the third night came around you were so done with everything you decided there was only one solution, alcohol! You always slept like a stone after drinking, so you made your way to the 24 hour store a few streets down from your apartment.

The night air was colder than expected and you regretted only having put on slippers on your bare feet. So you decided it was best to hurry to get back to your apartment quickly. A good thing that not many people went to the store at 2 a.m. The cashier seemed like he was about to fall asleep, but still managed to scan he cans of beer and put them in a bag.

On your way home the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of the beer cans when they banged together as they took your steps. Your whole body jerked when there suddenly was a loud bang coming from a side alley not that far away from you. It wasn't necessarily a good idea, but you decided to check it out. What if someone needed help?

However, what you found in the alleyway was far from the situation you had expected. A bunch of grim looking men were moving suspicious packages into some boxes in the back of a truck. One guy was on the ground, cowering in fear as another one stood in front of him, holding an object that you couldn't make out in the dark.

He was talking just loud enough for you to hear, "Are you stupid? If the boss figures out you wasted a ton of ware he'll kill us all!" Exactly at this moment the flicker of a nearby streetlight illuminated the alley and you managed to figure out what the man was holding. A gun!

Trying to escape the situation as discreetly as possible, you slowly walked backwards, but your right slipper got caught in a pothole on the ground which almost made you fall. Somehow you manged to catch yourself, out of shock the bag full of beer cans slipped out of your grip and a loud crashing noise echoed through the alley, that immediately alerted the men and their eyes were on you. All you could think of was to start running, that guy had a gun, what if he would kill you? Due to the fear you ignored the ice cold feeling on your foot after you had to abandon one of your slippers. There was no way you would return to get it back. At home you locked the door and tried hiding under your bed sheets trying to process the events you had just witnessed.

~*~ Somewhere, actually not too far away from your apartment Ravn was sitting at his desk, his fingers tapping the wooden surface in an uneven rhythm. His other hand was rubbing his temple as a sigh left his lips, eyeing up the man in front of him, "I heard you guys caused some commotion tonight. You have one chance to explain what happened, so think carefully about what you say right now!" His voice was scarily calm.

The guy in front of him was surely intimidated, "B-boss! It wasn't my fault, really!" "Quit beating around the bush! Get to the point!" Ravn slammed his hands on the table and the guy jumped out of fear, "Someone saw us load up the truck. They got away before we could kill them, but we have this." The man put your slipper on the desk and Ravn eyed it, "What is this? Cinderella? What am I supposed to do with this? You better find whoever this slipper belongs to and bring them here so I can kill them myself!" Ravn ordered before throwing the slipper after the man who hurried out of the room to comply with his boss's request.

~*~

It had been a few days since the whole incident had played out and you were still paranoid about it. Whenever there was a noise when you walked down the street you jumped, whenever someone walked behind you it felt like they were following you. Sure, you had been aware of the shady things going on in this city, it was one of the reasons you had wanted to leave so bad, but you had never witnessed it yourself before. You were constantly on edge and yet you couldn't just stay at home. The cinema was your current destination. They were looking for a worker and since you needed some money to pay the rent you decided to try and get the job.

But before you could even reach the place someone jumped on you and held a cloth to your face. It was giving off a weird smell and before you could resist you already started to get light headed, before eventually passing out after being thrown in the back of a black van.

When you eventually came back to your senses your body was bound to a chair and your eyes were covered by a blindfold. The air around you was cold, to the point there were goosebumps forming on your skin. "Is that them?" A sharp voice echoed through the room. It was hard to tell if the person was standing behind or in front of you. Another voice chimed in, but with a lot less power and authority than the first, "Yes boss."

The blindfold was yanked down and you could make out two figures standing in front of you. They were a little unclear as your eyes were only getting used to the difference in brightness but when your sight was finally clear you were met with a surprise, "Youngjo?"

Right in front of you was your childhood best friend. Youngjo and you had been neighbors since his family had moved to this city. You had been inseparable since then and your parents had always joked about the two of you getting married some day, sadly though you had lost contact after both moving after high school.

Never in your life would you'd have imagined that sweet, little Youngjo would end up becoming a mafia boss and you would be sitting in front of him bound to a chair. "Y/N. You've always been nosy. But I didn't know you were back in town. I didn't think you'd ever come back here." Ravn walked closer to you.

"Boss do you know them?" The other guy chimed in again but Ravn simply ignored him and kneeled down to break you free from the restraints. You rubbed your wrists and inspected the red spots that had formed on them due to being bound to the chair.

Even though Ravn was freeing you his aura was still threatening. "I didn't tell anyone what I saw, I promise!" You blurted out as Ravn was staring you down intensely. He reached out and stroked your hair as he leaned closer, "You've always been a smart one Y/N, but I hope you understand I just can't let it slide only because we know each other." You gulped, what was going to happen? He held out a hand to the man behind him, who handed him a gun that Ravn then inspected while talking again, "Normally I'd kill you right now." There was a pause and he aimed at your head. "But! How about we make a deal? Would you like that?" You quickly nodded, anything was better than dying at the hands of your childhood best friend.

"You've been having some trouble with getting acting gigs right? I have some connections so how about I get you deals but in return you'll stay with me and get to live. I can give you the life you've always wanted."

#oneus #oneus x reader #oneus ravn #oneus ravn x reader #oneus imagine #oneus fanfic #oneus scenarios #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #oneus au #oneus mafia au #kpop mafia au #admin j

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Admin Ellie’s Masterlist

(m) = suggestive/sexual content; minors DNI

ATEEZ

Seonghwa — 9:17 AM

Hongjoong — 6:32 AM

San — Under the Stars - 1.6k, summer camp AU

Wooyoung — 1:51 PM

Jongho — 10:24 PM

The Boyz

Sunwoo (ft. Chanhee) — Tangled-Up Knots - 2.4k, college au

NCT

Johnny — 6:05 PM

Yuta — 11:21 PM

Mark — 2:43 PM / 6:57 PM

Oneus

Seoho — 11:46 AM / 7:34 PM / 9:13 PM

Geonhak — Irish Breakfast - 4.6k, mafia AU

Hwanwoong — We Might Be Stupid - 1.8k, idiots to lovers

Dongju — 5:14 PM

Former:

Youngjo — 2:33 AM

Pentagon

Hongseok — 4:52 PM

Seventeen

Joshua — Lucky Shot - ~1k, single parent AU

Junhui — 8:41 PM

Soonyoung — 8:06 AM

Jihoon — Half-Baked - 1.2k, bakery AU / 11:04 AM

Mingyu — Holiday Rush - 2.4k, Coffee Shop AU / 4:41 PM

Minghao — 3:27 PM

Vernon — Like Breathing - 1.8k, Valentine’s Day oneshot

Chan — 7:21 PM

SHINee

Jinki — Cones & Kisses - 1.1k, first date AU

Stray Kids

Christopher — 8:25 PM / 3:12 AM

Jisung — 10:11 PM

Jeongin — Splash - 1.7k, mermaid AU

Other

Cho Seungyoun/Woodz — Movie Night - 1.1k, idiots to lovers / Something New (m) - 3.3k, pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot); mirror sex ask (m)

Han Seungwoo — The Dock of the Bay (m) - 3k, skinny-dipping pwp

#ateez fic #nct fic #oneus fic #Pentagon fic #Seventeen fic #shinee fic #Stray Kids fic #admin ellie #ellie writes #Ellie’s masterlist #under construction

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giuknumberonebassist · 2 years

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Stay | k.gh

this is a WeUs mafia au that i decided to tackle, you can’t improve without taking risks:’)

Synopsis: after being thrown into a very dangerous world without your knowledge, you find yourself in some very dangerous situations. luckily one of your brother’s friends is always nearby. there are secrets in the house you’re living in that you need to unravel, can you do it?

Words: 1.2K

Characters: Kim Gunhak x reader, brother!Ravn

Genre: angst to fluff, mafia au, f2l, slow burn

Warnings: heavy angst, violence, blood,

Song rec: stay and last song by oneus and onewe

Notes: this took way longer than i intended, and i kind of wanted it to be one part but oh well what can you do? my braincells disappeared somewhere after starting this but i intend to finish it so please look forward to the next part!

it was the same thing everyday. classes until 4PM, work and studying, sleep, repeat. weekends meant catching up on reading, assignments and, yup, work. you worked in the cafe that was just off campus, it can be busy right after class gets out but then again you were usually getting out of class at that time too. your parents had stopped supporting you after you moved away from home for school, the fight you had before you left had been really bad. they kicked your brother out when he was seventeen, you hadn’t seen or heard from Youngjo in nine years.

that is, until today. it’s a regular saturday, during the morning rush: Youngjo walked through the door in all black, his head tilted down to look at his phone. it had been so many years but you recognized him immediately. he looked much the same as he had all those years ago, you knew he probably wouldn’t recognize you; you were thirteen when he left, you had grown into someone completely different in the last nine years. Youngjo didn’t look up from his phone when he reached the counter, your coworker was about to take his order but you quietly asked her if you could take it instead. “hello, what can i get for you?” you asked cheerfully. “one iced mocha latte please.” Youngjo still didn’t look up at you. you smiled “of course sir.” you didn’t ask for his name even if it was policy to do so.

your coworker raised her eyebrow at you when she passed by to take her place at the cash register, but you just smiled at her. you started Youngjo’s drink, and when it was finished you called him. “Kim Youngjo your drink is ready!” his head shot up immediately, looking at you his eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes widened. hurrying towards you he exclaimed “y/n!! it’s you! how are you? are you okay? why didn’t you say anything?” his questions came quick, and you barely had time to answer them. the rush was slowing down and you took your break to talk with him for a few minutes. “first, i’m doing my best. okay is a relative term in my opinion. i wanted to surprise you that’s why i didn’t say anything. how are you? what have you been up to? you must be doing well for yourself those clothes look expensive.” you laughed, Youngjo chuckled nervously. “i was so shocked! normally i give my nickname Ravn for coffee orders. i’m doing good though,” he paused, “i haven’t been up to anything interesting to be honest. what are you doing working here? shouldnt mom and dad be taking care of you?” his questions were innocent and concerned, but they still stung. you looked down at the table, “i’ve barely made rent with what i make here and my student loans, mom and dad haven’t spoken to me since i left for school.” a tear slid down your cheek, Youngjo reached across the table and wiped your tears away. “it’s okay little one, i’ll take care of you now.” he was determined to make sure you were taken care of.

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after your shift, Youngjo picked you up and grabbed your stuff from your apartment. after that you picked up some food and were on your way to his place. “i have ten roommates but we have a really big place so you probably won’t even notice them. plus we leave and come back at weird hours so don’t worry about them.” Youngjo seemed sort of tense. upon pulling up to their group home your jaw dropped. “you live here???” you gasped.

the house sat just outside the city, on what looked like seven acres of sprawling grounds. the house itself was massive. it had huge pillars on the outside and ivy crawled up them. there were large gates and a stone wall wrapped around the property. Youngjo pulled into an underground garage where cars you could only dream of were parked. “we share the cars too, any car we want to drive we just sign out and go. you don’t have to worry about groceries or anything i can cover those, we do share chores around the house and if Seoho catches you slacking off you’ll be in trouble,” Youngjo took a deep breath, “don’t ask too many questions, they can be sort of secretive. we only have one rule and that’s; always make sure someone knows where you’re going when you leave. no matter what. the boys are usually respectful but they can get rowdy sometimes. don’t worry about them if you’re uncomfortable just let me know and i’ll talk to them.” he finished with a tight smile. you nodded “thanks Jojo, i really appreciate you letting me stay here. are you sure your roommates are cool with it though? they seem sort of… i don’t know, tense?” you finished uncertainly. Youngjo’s grip on the steering wheel tensed, he put the car in park and turned to you. “they’re fine, i asked Yonghoon hyung and he said it was okay. just as long as you abide by the rules and don’t get mixed up in what we do, okay? you have to promise me you won’t get involved with our work.” youngjo demanded. you nodded “i promise.” turns out you wouldn’t be able to keep that promise after all.

Your brother’s roommates turned out to be incredibly nice and cute too. Yonghoon was the leader, he was sweet and secretive but was always willing to help you. The younger boys also always made sure to include you when they went out to get coffee, and in movie nights. Other than Youngjo; you were closest with the twins, Giwook, Hwanwoong, Hyungu and Keonhee. Even if Hyungu was quiet most of the time, and Hwanwoong could be a little bit… eccentric. Hwanwoong often stayed in one room for hours at a time, and you weren’t allowed in that room. You weren’t really sure why.

Recently though you had started spending more time with Gunhak, he had asked you to go get coffee with him. He had been driving you to class and picking you up when Youngjo couldn’t. maybe you were really excited that Gunhak had been driving you to school… he was admittedly very cute. And strong and oh no you’re falling for him aren’t you?

It was a regular day, Gunhak was driving you to school. You talked quietly with him, it was comfortable and calm with him. Not to me ruin he buys you expensive coffees on the way to class!! Gunhak pulled up to your university and parked, “have a good day y/n. i’ll pick you up after class, okay?” Gunhak smiled at you. “okay! Thank you Gunhak!!” you exclaimed, getting out of the car and waving at him as he drove away. The grounds of your school were unusually empty but you weren’t too concerned about it. Out of the corner of your eye you saw something moving, then a strong smell filled your nose and suddenly all you saw was black.

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