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bigbangclappin · 1 year

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Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!)

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket. The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square.

What could I have possibly been thinking back then?

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost.

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions.

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class.

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines.

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off.

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand.

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing.

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard.

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in.

“Yuki, how did you get this?”

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question.

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her.

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life.

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.”

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me.

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter.

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window.

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous.

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

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mochamamii · 6 months

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mafia!nct: how you meet.

▹ a/n: hello loves, wow two uploads in a day? are you proud of me ? 🤭 it’s been so long since I wrote in the mafia universe! I hope you enjoy this, have a great day or night gorgeous 😘💕

▹ pairing: mafia!nct x reader

▹ triggers: mafia!au, crime, manipulation, violence, light smut

Taeil first meets you at your job. Taeil owns a plethora of companies, both small and large, and all used as a cover to launder and legitimize his behind the scenes criminal activity. You just happened to be a regular girl working at one of these companies, only working in an entry level position at a front desk you would’ve had very low chances of running into someone like Taeil at work. That was true for the most part, it had been at a company wide holiday party nearly two years working at said company before your paths finally crossed. You were tipsy and flirtier than usual that night, completely ignorant to the fact that you’d been chatting up your boss for the better part of an hour. Taeil was intrigued by your forwardness and wanted to keep seeing you. It was fun and exciting for you too, Taeil seemed like such a puzzle to you, he gave you very few details about his life and even fewer about his career. It’d be months after your secret rendezvous begins before Taeil reveals to you he owns the company you work for, and it’d take years for him to ever share that he runs a criminal organization under the table, if he ever actually did, because if he can get away with not telling you he won’t.

“Why do you always ask so many questions baby? Why don’t we just enjoy our time together and we can talk about my job another day…”

Johnny meets you at a nightclub. Because of the dangers involved in his line of work he’s become a shut in more or less, only going out when it’s absolutely necessary. He’d take drinking at home with friends over a noisy club but his associates and him had been having a string of successful pushes in the expansion of their clan. There was much to be celebrated. You were there with a group of friends also that night, out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Johnny took notice of you right away. Shameless in his ogling of you, his eyes were fixed on you alone in the sea of bodies on the dance floor. He approached you with a pep in his step to offer you a drink which you accept, afterwards you offer him a dance which he accepts. On the dance floor your hands eagerly grip and squeeze at each other’s bodies. You two spend the night together that first night, a fairly brief and passionate situationship ensues after night one. For months your relationship with Johnny feels purely sexual, there’s not much about him or his life that you really know and he never seems eager to share. Johnny drags his feet on cuffing you officially for fear of involving an innocent person in his life.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve always had serious feelings for you. The only thing stopping me was wanting to keep you safe.”

Taeyong meets you after one of his associates dragged you into his warehouse. Apparently, you had been the witness to his crew “taking out the trash” as some would say…Instantly upon seeing you Taeyong realized you really were just an innocent girl who had been in the wrong place at the right time and not a secret spy from a rival. He pitied you. You had seen his face and plenty of the others faces’, releasing you could be risky but keeping you here was tiresome and more of a chore. Taeyong decided he would give himself a few days to decide what he wanted to do with you, he let you go home, under heavy surveillance of course. He needed to know if you were going to try and run to the police and snitch on anything you’d seen so far. Taeyong starts visiting your home in the evenings, he told himself it was a strategic intimidation tactic to keep you from calling the cops. Truthfully, Taeyong just wanted to be near you. He’d become really drawn to you, his visits getting longer and longer as he gets to know you better. It’s a nice slow burn before your relationship turns romantic. Taeyong is actually grateful he had met you in the manner he did, it was refreshing to start a relationship and wonder whether he should tell them about his career. You knew from the start, and that made courting you a guilt free indulgence for him.

“You know more about me than most people do. I like that and I want it to stay that way, I promise there’s nothing I’ll ever keep from you.”

Yuta meets you during the middle of a heist of all places. In his crew he was the go to man for high intensity missions like bank heists, and assassinations occasionally. You were on your way home from work when you made a stop to deposit your paycheck into your account. Your corporate slave job had yet to transition to the twenty first century and go digital with their payroll system. You were stuck with paper checks for now. Your interaction with the bank teller across from you was almost done when you jumped due to the fire alarm suddenly going off. The alarms went off followed by the sprinklers on the ceiling, creating a heavy downpour, drenching you and everything else. Yuta and his gang strolled in confident as ever, heavy machine guns in tow. They were the picture of frightening nightmares. Yuta made it known he was clearly in charge, barking orders at his crew, all of them moving in harmony. They cleared the bank’s reserves in minutes, sweeping the vaults like they knew the floor plan by heart. Yuta floated over to you as his crew began piling the bags of cash into their van. Yuta caught you hiding under a table near the back. He thought you were absolutely adorable the way you looked at him in fear. He pulled you from under the table to get a better look at you, he gave you a quick two second once over before nodding with a content hum and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed and squirmed to get down but he only held you tighter spewing out nonsense like he had decided to keep you for a little bit.

“Stop squirming so much bunny…I’m not that scary am I?”

Doyoung meets you through a match maker interestingly enough. Doyoung was born into an infamous crime family, arranged marriages between associates was a common practice for families like Doyoung’s. As Doyoung begins to take the reigns from his father he knows a marriage is on the horizon he’d need to find a match from another strong clan to join forces with. You happened to be the daughter of not a fellow mob boss, but a wealthy man who earned his wealth legitimately.. As an only child your parents were eager for you to settle down and give them some heirs so you went to a matchmaker for help. By fate you and Doyoung had been paired together, he was introduced to you as your average successful businessman. The attraction was there immediately and a relationship between you two quickly blossomed. It was easy, you both had similar ambitions and goals. You fit together perfectly from the start. Doyoung isn’t sure he’ll ever reveal to you his real job, why should he when things are already great between you two?

“I never thought I’d meet someone this way, but I’m glad I did. I’m glad I met you, my other half.”

Jungwoo meets you through a mutual acquaintance. He was in the market to buy a second property, it would be a safe house for himself and other people close to him. He had a friend who recommended Jungwoo contact you. He was a busy man who needed a realtor to find the perfect location for him, that’s where you come in. You’d sold a number of properties to Jungwoo’s friend already who made sure to give him a stellar review of your work. Jungwoo was running out of time and his friend had convinced him well enough so he called you. Upon the first meeting in person Jungwoo was struck by your beauty. He forced himself to remain professional not wanting to be distracted. You’d begun working for Jungwoo for months at this point, sending him several properties you’d found throughout the week. It didn’t matter what you sent him, he always seemed so unimpressed and displeased with what you’d shown him. You were growing annoyed and worried that you’d never find a property he would close on. Truthfully, Jungwoo loved nearly every listing you showed him, he loved spending time with you even more. He wasn’t ready to close on something quite yet, he wasn’t ready to stop spending time with you, he liked talking to you. Jungwoo’s crush on you grows more every day, eventually he has no choice but ti confess his feelings after you nearly threatened to quit if he refused to finally close on a property.

“I just needed any excuse to be close to you, that’s where I’d always rather be.”

Mark meets you at the hospital. You were working an overnight shift. You were in your third year of residency, working under the guidance of your seniors. That night was like any other night until the doors of the receiving dock flew open and paramedics quickly wheeled a wounded man on a stretcher inside. You were among the staff called to attend to him. You learned from the paramedics that he had been in some kind of shootout. You helped assist the surgeons during surgery as they removed any bullet fragments still remaining. The man remained in the hospital until he was well enough. During this time you cared for him everyday, cleaning and dressing his wounds, checking his vitals, etc. Mark recovers quickly, he’s upset with himself for caving and going to a real hospital, it was a risky move but his clan’s only private doctor was preoccupied and the severity of his injuries definitely called for medical attention. The only good thing that came out of risking getting his identity exposed was the cute nurse who was in charge of caring for him. He was attracted to you and it wouldn’t be long before he asked to take you on a date. You say yes to his offer and the rest is history. Mark won’t outright admit to what he does over time you come to find out on your own.

“You don’t need to know everything about me just yet, I don’t want to scare you off so soon…”

Haechan meets you at a restaurant. He’s having a celebratory dinner with his clan, at the restaurant you waitress for. As luck should have it you were the one picked to serve the loud rowdy bunch of drunk men. Surprisingly the bulk of them left you to do your job without any pushback from them. All except one. The one who sat himself at the head of the table, Haechan. He couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of you all night. Every time you walked by he’d wink at you from afar and when you were close enough he’d try to pull you into his lap. You were used to serving drunks of all kinds and had your fair share of customers trying their best to flirt with you, Haechan was the most aggressive customer you’d ever had. Haechan was diligent and persistent, he didn’t press further that night and made sure you were tipped well. You thought you had seen the last of Haechan but you were so wrong. Haechan came in almost every day after he first saw you, always requesting you as his waitress. You were uninterested and ignored his advances every time but Haechan could appreciate a challenge.

“That’s fine, ignore me now…I’ll come in every day until you respond beautiful.”

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peanutpinet · 4 months

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NCT Mafia Masterlist: NCiTy my Nation

A/N: hi! I know I said that the Johnny mafia fic is the last fic I'll be posting in 2023 but I wanted to make this mafia masterlist for those who want to know how my lil nct mafia world started and "the order" to read them. Honestly, you don't have to read them in order and you can read them as standalone but there are like lil easter eggs from one to the other fics (except Taeyong's because they were early in this lil fic).

I know that I've also written other nct mafia fics (like another Johnny fic or like several of Jamal's like hidden mafia fic) but these are the specific ones that are in the same "canon" universe. Thank you to all of you who have been reading my lil NCT mafia universe and I hope to write more in 2024. For anyone that wants to request any specific neo for the next mafia fic in this universe, do send me a request. I really appreciate all the likes and reblogs ^^

P.S: should thank The Bat Jeno for basically igniting my love for mafia fics and ended up writing a mini mafia universe for NCT

Order of Reading:

Lee Taeyong x Medic girl pt 1

Mine - Lee Taeyong x Medic girl pt 2

Bite Me - Lee Taeyong x Medic girl pt 3

The Bat & The Dove - Lee Jeno x Innocent Fem Reader

Don't Test Me - Lee Haechan x College Fem Reader

Protection - Kim Jungwoo x Tech Fem Reader

Trauma - Na Jaemin x Fem Reader

Love is A Beauty - Johnny Suh x Traumatic Fem Reader

A/N: list will be updated should there be any new fics!

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prodbymaui · 1 year

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Lust Royale Series.

The alternative universe of the mafia where you serve as the heir of the infamous 'Solaire'.

Lust Royale is an original NCT series written by prodbymaui. The release dates are scheduled to start by the beginning of July.

Copying, translating, re-posting and rewriting the following works in any form is strictly prohibited unless given permission to do so.

OVERVIEW: In the world of mafia, things would never go according to one's plan. As an heir to the mafia group who had been at the top of the game since the beginning, Solaire's made sure to pull out and use all their assets to protect the rising soon to be kingpin. All guards up to prevent being indifferent to the dangers of what the consequences of their plans may be.

Because unbeknownst to most players; In this game, evil is hidden everywhere-- in plain sight. Driven by greed as they try to conquer everything their eyes gazes at, may it be simple equipments, or a whole organization. People in this area-- they like to be ambitious. A person might be smiling at you genuinely today, but the next thing you know? You will be meeting your downfall in the hands of the exact same person.

TAGLIST: send an ask to be added..

01: MISTIMED

SYNOPSIS: Being an assassin, it was already expected for love to be seen as a weakness in Yuta's field of work. Therefore, if you find yourself falling in love-- might as well dig your lover's and your own grave because no enemy would pass the chance of sabotaging any glimpse of happiness, especially in the mafia world.

Despite first-hand witnessing the outcome of being in love-- The faceless grim reaper finds himself risking the chance of exposing his identity for the sake of catching the sight of this mysterious woman dawned in her blood red dress.

Coming soon..

02: UNMASKED

SYNOPSIS: You should've figured out the man the moment he stepped inside your headquarters. You should've found out he's nothing but a threat to the organization. As he stood before you, not as an ally but as a spy-- you felt stupid for letting your guards down and showing your vulnerable side. You should've known.

Because now, you have to battle with these crumbling, weakening feeling of love. All the while, Haechan is out there, determined to kill you with his bare hands.

Coming soon..

03: LIONHEART

SYNOPSIS: You were cruel, merciless, and ruthless. Unforgiving to those who had wrong you, ensuring to make them pay trice the amount of what they owe. The lack of empathy towards other people was one thing Mark could've used to dislike, or even loathe, you.

However, as he watches you cut the tongues of the men who murdered Song Jaesoo in half-- Mark finds himself grateful to your father for hiring and trusting him to serve as your right hand.

Coming soon..

04: BOUNDARIES

SYNOPSIS: In a midst of chaos and danger, you found yourself stuck between the forbidden love your father had warned you about several times and your responsibilities as the successor of the great Song Jaesoo.

Would you rather focus on your goals of revenging your late father to continue his legacy? Or would you finally give in and taste the freedom of being with someone whom you truly love?

Coming soon..

2023 © prodbymaui

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theehexgirl · 1 year

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the desperation of an ex

MDNI

synopsis: desperation in the matters of the heart are never a good thing.

content: ex-boyfriend!Yuta, heartbroken!reader, break up, smut, penetrative sex, degradation, oral (m. and f. receiving), office sex, desperate!reader

genre: mafia au, mature, exes, detailed sex scenes

warnings: rough sex, strictly 18+, MDNI, consensual, spanking, unprotected sex

It had been nine months since he had broken up with her. Y/N hadn’t taken it well at all. She found herself crying almost every single day because she missed him so much and she couldn’t understand why he had just heartlessly broken up with her the way he did. She missed him so much that it shattered her entire being and she wanted nothing more than to have him back. She would do anything just to have him back.

And so in a last ditch effort, Y/N decided to go and see him. She didn’t know what possessed her to even come up with this idea in the first place, but she was going to do whatever it takes. It was pathetic as hell and she knew that nobody could ever understand what she was going through, but she had to do this no matter what.

When Y/N arrived at the building, she headed straight for his office. She didn’t even bother knocking and just walked into the room.

“You must want to die,” he narrowed his eyes. He had warned her away from him before when she attempted to see him again, but she obviously didn’t listen to him at all. Y/N wasn’t scared of him or his lifestyle. She accepted it a hundred percent.

“I don’t care if you find me to be a nuisance or if you hate me. I still want to be with you no matter what,” she told him. He stared at her for a moment before he burst into laughter. She didn’t feel as embarrassed as she should have about it.

“You are really pathetic. You still want to be with me? You’re insane,” he howled with laughter.

“I’m serious, Yuta. I want to be with you no matter what,” she said, walking around the desk. He turned his chair in her direction and she moved closer to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and he watched her.

“You really are desperate,” he smirked.

“I want you, Yuta,” she purred.

“And I don’t want you,” he countered.

“I don’t care,” she shot at him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper with her teeth. She kept her eyes on him as she pulled his cock out of his underwear.

“Don’t use your hands,” he told her. She took him deep into her mouth as she braced her hands on his legs. She hollowed out her cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down his length. He watched her with those piercing eyes of his as she sucked his cock.

She took him even deeper into her mouth until her mouth was touching the base. She noticed him throwing his head back. Her mouth went back up to the tip and she sucked on it.

“You’re going too slow for me, Princess,” he took a hold of her hair and began facing fucking her. The tip of his dick kissed the back of her throat more than once as he used her mouth. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as he fucked her mouth.

He was definitely enjoying using her to his heart’s content, “Fuck your throat feels so good.”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head because of how good he felt in her throat. She really enjoyed the taste of him.

Soon, his cum was painting the back of her throat and he held her there. Ropes and ropes of his had spurted into her throat. She made sure to swallow every last drop. He let go of her hair and she released his cock with a wet pop.

He yanked her off the floor and pulled her into his lap, “maybe I’ll grant you your wish. I’ll let you be with me.”

“What does that mean?” Y/N asked.

“That means you’re mine until I say so. When I call, you will spread your legs for me and me only,” he explained, pressing her down on his exposed length. She felt her pussy jolt at the feeling of his cock below her.

“And when I’m done with you, then you never come back again. Do you understand?” Yuta replied, moving her back and forth on his length.

“Yes,” she mewled.

“It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you have to drop what you’re doing and come when I call,” he told her.

“Y-Yes, sir,” she moaned softly.

“I’m glad we could be in agreement,” he grinned. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and moved it near her underwear. She attempted to move away but he held her there as he cut away her underwear.

“Put it in,” he ordered. Obediently, she took him into her hand, raising her bottom slightly and positioned him at her entrance. Slowly, she began to slide down his length as he stretched her.

Suddenly, he slammed her down causing her to let out a noise of surprise. He repeated that same action again, then began a rhythmic pace as he moved her up and down. Y/N looked down, watching him slide in and out of her turned her on even more.

“Yuta!” Y/N cried out. The sound of skin slapping filled the office along with the sounds of her moans.

“You’re just happy to finally have a cock inside you, aren’t you?” Yuta sneered. She was too focused on what she was feeling to even answer him.

“Fuck! You’re clenching around me because of that? You’re such an easy bitch to please,” he grinned.

“P-please…n-no,” she panted.

“Just admit it, Y/N. You’re desperate,” he murmured.

“I’m…I’m desperate!” Yueliang cried out shamelessly. He laughed harshly again.

“You’re desperate for my cum aren’t you? You’re desperate for me to fill this filthy cunt?” Yuta taunted.

“Yes. P-please cum inside me, Yuta,” she begged, feeling tears in her eyes.

“Why should I?” Yuta asked, “Give me a good reason.”

“B-because I’m a desperate slut,” she answered.

“Good, girl, but I’ve changed my mind,” he said, pulling out. She let out a whine from him not being inside of her any longer. He placed her onto his desk and shoved two fingers inside of her. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her.

“Yuta, please put it inside me again. Please,” she begged, grabbing onto his hand. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her at a blinding pace.

“Mm…no, Princess. You’ll have to be satisfied with this,” he smirked.

“Please—“ he silenced her pleas by kissing her hard. She moaned into his mouth as she felt him fuck her hard with his fingers. Her legs attempted to close, but he kept them spread apart firmly with one hand.

Soon she exploded around his fingers, ripping her lips away from his to let out one long moan as she soaked his fingers. He removed his fingers and dropped to his knees, then began spreading her folds with his tongue. She jerked away, but he held her close and ran his tongue from her opening to her clit.

“Ah!” Y/N moaned. He began sucking on her clit, making her moan loudly. As much as she wanted to close her, he held them open and kept her where she was. She had nowhere to run and all she did was just take it, especially when his tongue entered her. It thrashed around inside of her as she cried out as loud as she could until her voice became hoarse.

When she came on his face, he pulled away and wiped his face with a handkerchief. He stuffed himself back into his pants and then straightened out his clothes.

“I’ll call you,” he told her, smacking her clit. She moved off his desk and left the office feeling satisfied that she did whatever she needed to do.

Much to her friend’s chagrin, Y/N continued seeing Yuta. She didn’t really care what they thought because she was glad that he was back in her life, even if he was using her for her body.

The only downside to the arrangement was that he only had her in either his office, his car, or a hotel. Never his home and that disappointed her, but she wasn’t going to say anything to him about it because then he might end it. She didn’t want this to ever end.

“You know, I never told you to take a shower or that you could put your clothes back on,” he remarked.

“Were you going to cuddle me in bed or something?” Y/N inquired. Her heart swelled at the idea and then it broke a little because she knew that he wasn’t going to do that with.

“I was giving you a break. I don’t want you to break,” he answered.

“Anyways, I can’t stay long. I have somewhere to be tomorrow,” she informed. As much as she wanted to stay, she had to go. One thing she hated about this was that she always woke up in the room alone. She hated it so much so she began getting dressed so she could leave before him.

“Get over here,” he ordered.

“Yuta, I have to go,” she told him.

“Get over here now,” he repeated in a much firmer voice. Y/N stood where she was and didn’t make a move at all.

The tall man got out of the bed and grabbed her face, “what did I say?”

“I have somewhere to be and you need to stop grabbing my face,” she hissed. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and forced her to look up at him.

“The next time I order you to do something, you do it. Understand?” Yuta glared at her.

“Yuta, I am not going back to bed,” she replied. He glared at her for a while before a smirk formed on his lips.

“You can go home,” he conceded, walking over to the bed and sitting down. Y/N was confused. He was really giving up so easily. It was making her suspicious, especially with the way he was smirking. She had a feeling that if she walked out the door, then something bad would happen.

He was still smirking at her and the feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t go away. She looked between him and the door. Defeatedly, she made her way back over to him and stood between his legs.

“What happened? I thought you were going home,” he smirked.

“I’m…I’m not,” she mumbled. He grabbed her face and brought it down to his.

“Are you going to defy me again?” Yuta questioned.

“No,” she answered.

“No, what?” Yuta asked.

“No, sir,” she replied.

“Good, girl,” he pecked her lips, “Strip, then get face down on the bed.”

Silently, she began stripping out of her clothes, letting them pool at her feet. She got onto the bed and went straight to position. He got up and pulled her body closer to the edge. When his hand touched her ass, she flinched a little.

He began caressing her ass causing her to relax, which is what he wanted before bringing his hand down hard and onto her soft flesh. She let out a yelp and jerked forward, but he pulled her back.

“Stay still.”

He smacked her hard again. No matter how much it hurt, she kept still as he told her to. It hurt so much that tears began slipping from her eyes.

It was a while before he finished and both of her cheeks were red. She was practically sobbing when he had finished and even when he turned her over to her back, she was looking at him with tear stained cheeks.

He entered her slowly and began rocking into her nice and deep. She moaned, arching her back off the bed. He kept his eyes trained on her body the entire time, watching with hungry eyes as her breasts moved up and down.

“Yuta,” she panted, gripping the sheets below her. His pace started to pick up and his thrusts were becoming more powerful. They left her feeling dizzy and barely able to speak. His thumb began to rub the little bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Will you disobey me again?” Yuta asked.

“N-no,” she answered almost immediately.

“No what, Y/N?” Yuta groaned.

“N-no, sir,” she cried out. He lifted one of her legs, allowing it to rest on her shoulder. She could feel him even deeper inside of her.

“Good, girl. Don’t ever question me,” he growled, pounding her hard.

“Y-Yes, s-s-sir,” she stammered, attempting to run away. The stimulation was too much for her and she couldn’t take it. More tears poured out of her eyes and she was practically sobbing. He definitely wasn’t having it. He pulled her back hard causing his cock to hit her spot hard.

“Pl-please…I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” she cried out, gripping the sheets even harder. She was sure that she was tearing holes into them.

“Don’t run away, Y/N,” he chuckled, biting into her calf. He continued to not show her any type of mercy even as she came on his dick.

Suddenly he pulled out, almost making her feel relieved as she started to crawl away, but he dragged her back and plunged into her once.

“Fuck! Yuta!” Y/N screamed. He slanted her leg over his hip, driving himself deeper into her again. It seemed like he was fucking her with a vengeance. It seemed like he still wasn’t over her defiance from earlier, even though he had spanked her to his heart’s content.

He smacked her ass again when she tried crawling away, “don’t. Run. From. Me.”

When she looked back at him, he had this predatory look on his face that she had not seen in years. It made her shudder.

She felt him grab her hair to pull her up as he bullied his cock in and out of her. He placed an arm around her neck. She held onto his arm, moaning loudly.

“You’re mine until I say so,” he whispered into her ear, licking the side of her face. She didn’t know why him licking her face turned her on so much but it did and she came from it. He followed soon after and held her there as she milked his cock for all its worth.

When he released her, she collapsed forward onto the bed out of exhaustion. He pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her.

As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she heard him go towards the bathroom. The sound of water running let her know that he was going to take a shower and he was going to leave her here again while she slept.

However, she felt him scoop her into his arms, which caused her eyes to fully open again. She was confused on why he was even bothering to take her to the bathroom or even run a bath for her.

“Keep staring and you won’t be able to leave the room for another two days,” he told her. She immediately averted her eyes as he barked out a laugh. He placed her into the bath gently, then slipped into the bath right in behind her.

For the duration of the bath, he didn’t try anything and he allowed her to lean back against him. He kept his arms on the edge of the tub, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all. She guessed that he didn’t want to give her the wrong idea at all. Though his actions confused the hell out of her.

After bathing, he helped her out of the bath once again and helped dry her off. His actions were extremely confusing to her. He carried her to the bedroom and sat her down, then handed her the clothes she had been wearing. She slowly put them on as he got dressed himself. She stood up to grab her heels and slipped them on before leaving with him.

“I’ll call you,” he informed her. Y/N knew it was pathetic for her heart to even flutter at the thought of him calling her again for sex, but she didn’t care. It was sad as hell for her to even feel joy from this in the first place.

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markxmelon · 1 year

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Parings: Mafia!Yuta x Innocent!Y/n

Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst(?), Mafia

Warnings: Curse words, blood, Yuta gets beat up, kidnapping, guns, gang violence, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3k

The warnings makes it sound more interesting than it is but I hope y’all like it!

Yuta sits on a toilet lid while y/n stood in between his legs, tending to his wounds. Yuta can sense his girlfriend's disappointment. The pout on her face says it all. He knows that she hates his line of work now, but what else can he do? Once you're a part of a mafia, you're in it for life.

When y/n finished adding the bandages, Yuta placed one hand on y/n's waist and the other on her cheek. She leans into the warmth of his hand. Yuta looks in awe at his beautiful love. How was I able to have someone so ethereal to be mine? He thought to himself.

"I'm sorry." He says lightly, "I know I make you so worried about me. If I could leave the crew I would. You know that right?" Y/n nods. Yuta sighs, "How about I make tomorrow about us? I'll order us some take out and we can watch movies and play video games all day. Sounds fun right?" This brings a huge smile to y/n's face. She quietly responds, "I would really like that."

"No, Yuta! You cheated!" Y/n accuses as she threw her controller down. "You cheated on the last game!" Yuta fights back. "NO I DIDN'T!!" "Button mashing is cheating in my book honey!" "Whatever..." Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fine you big baby, I cheated. I'll buy you an ice cream from the convenience store." Y/n cheers with a cute smile on her face. Yuta chuckles at his child like girlfriend.

They left their home in their pajamas, not really caring about who sees them as they walk to the closest store. As soon as they make it into the store, Y/n rushes to the ice cream and almost trips over her own bunny slipper. "Hey! Be careful." Yuta laughs. Y/n thinks deeply about what ice cream to get. She finally chooses the one with vanilla and chocolate swirled together. "Yuta I want this one!" Silence. Y/n turns around confused. "Yuta?" He was no where to be seen. Before she could call out to him again, she feels an intense pain on the back of her head. Within seconds she sees nothing but darkness.

Y/n wakes up in a daze. The back of her head throbbing, but the only thing she's worried about is Yuta. Where is he?

Yuta fights against the ropes that bounded him. "I told you that you can't escape." A man states with an annoyed look on his face. Yuta stops struggling and looks at the man. "Who are you?" No answer. "Why are you doing this?" The man sighs at the question, "Your cute little gang owes me something." "What do they owe you?" "They know exactly what they owe. Maybe them getting a video of their precious member all beaten and tied up would make them work faster to give me what I want." The man gestures to the other men in the room. They move toward Yuta and start to beat him up. They punched him, kicked him, slammed his head to the ground, anything to make him draw blood. Soon the man told his goons to stop. He takes his phone out and starts recording Yuta.

"Poor guy. If only his friends just did what they were told. Tsk tsk tsk. What would make this all stop? Hmmm...oh I know!" The man turns the camera to himself. "Give me what I want or I would hurt him more." The man pauses, "Actually, I don't think I can hurt him more than I already have. New proposition, you have 1 hour to get here before I hurt his precious lady friend." Yuta's pain went numb at the mention of y/n.

"No...please..." He weakly lets out. The man just chuckles. "How cute. She's an adorable girl, isn't she? Her innocent bunny slippers. Would be a shame to see a bruise on such a soft face, huh? Anyways, get here when you can!" He sends the video to Yuta's boss, Taeyong. "See you in an hour, Yuta." The man walks out of the room, his goons following behind.

Yuta doesn't even care that he's going in and out of consciousness. He just wants to know if y/n is okay. Where is she?

Y/n sits with her knees brought up to her chest. She's been trapped in a dark room for who knows how long. She tried to open the door earlier but it was locked. She gave up a while ago and just sat in a corner.

BANG

Y/n jumps. Something just hit the door of the room she's in.

BANG BANG BANG

The door burst open. "Y/n?" "Mark?" "Guys I found y/n!"

The rest of the NCT 127 members, excluding Yuta, show up in the room. Y/n gives the closest member, Mark, a hug. That's when she realizes something. "Where's Yuta?" The members look at each other. "We haven't found him yet...we were kinda hoping you would know where he is." Taeyong answers. "Oh no..." Y/n starts to panic. "Hey don't worry we'll find him!" Taeil reassures her. "Yeah we can split up and look for him. Um...here y/n take this gun and search the hallway." Taeyong says. Without really thinking, y/n snatches the gun from Taeyong's hand then rushes out of the room.

Yuta tries to sit up multiple times, but he's too weak. Come on Yuta...we need to see if y/n is okay... He tries again then falls back down. He groans in pain. He was about to give up when he heard the sweetest sound known to man. "Yuta? Yuta are you in there?" She's okay? She's okay! He musters up all his strength to say, "I'm in here..." "Okay honey hang on!" y/n started to kick the door with all her might. Freaking bunny slippers. With a few more intense kicks, the door burst open. These doors are way too weak. Y/n runs to Yuta. She puts his face in her hands. "I should kill them for hurting you like this." Yuta lets out a weak chuckle. Y/n smiles slightly and starts to untie Yuta's hands and legs. She wraps his arm around her shoulders and her free arm around his waist. "Okay baby let's get out of here.”

Y/n and Yuta walk through many halls trying to find an exit, but no luck. Eventually they saw something. Sadly it wasn't an exit. It was Haechan. The man that caused all of this had his gun pointed at him. The man's goons were on the ground with bullet wounds. His back was faced towards them. Haechan sees the two, but tried not to look at them for long so the man wouldn't notice them. By the way that Yuta was looking at him, y/n knew for sure that that was the man who did this to them. "Where's your group now Haechan? They left without you? How sad. Maybe if you just did what you promised then this wouldn't be happening." The man scowls. "We didn't promise anything!" "Tsk. You really should learn how to keep your word Haechan. Now I'll have to kill you." The man turns the gun's safety off and was about to shoot Haechan when he heard someone speak. "Not on my watch, bitch." Y/n shoots the guy on the back of his head. Yuta and Haechan are in shock. The members came running in that direction after hearing the gunshot. They looked at y/n with wide eyes because she still had her gun raised. She looked so cool.

On the car ride to the NCT 127 safe place, y/n couldn't stop talking about what happened. "Yuta did you see me? The guy was all like 'don't break your promises' and Haechan was like 'wahhh don't shoot me' and I was like 'not on my watch, bitch' and the guy was all like 'ndihnfuinawebbdd'. Yuta I cursed AND shot a man! Didn't I look cool?!" The guys smile at y/n's cute excitement. "Yes darling, I saw." Yuta says with a chuckle. "What a rush! Yuta we'll be like Bonnie and Clyde!" Y/n rambles for the rest of the car ride, making the guys laugh and less tense after what all went down. Yuta stares at his love and can't help but think, that's my bunny slipper hero.

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neocrackcitysworld · 2 years

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traitor ~ n.y.t

"leave them and come work with me."

"what's in it for me?"

"everything you've ever dreamed of babe."

mafia!yuta x bodyguard!fem reader

warnings: mention of blood, suggestive content and use of curses. LONG FF AHEAD!

genre: action, angst and a little bit of fluff 🌹

summary: you have been a bodyguard for the leader of Young Knives for as long as you can remember. your mafia gang has been topping the charts for crime for several decades now, but what is your leader's reaction when a new mafia gang overtakes them? does he choose to ambush them? or partner up with them? and most importantly, does it involve you?

i suggest playing boyfriend by dove cameron on repeat because oh boi-

"min. take down the minutes." your leader's voice, flint's voice boomed through the large hall.

the man whom he had addressed nodded at once and started to type on the laptop placed in front of him.

the large hall consisted of a ridiculously long table where almost 20 people were seated. all in silence, eager to listen to what flint had to say.

"as y'all may or may not have noticed," flint started off after heaving a big sigh

"there's a new mafia gang on the rise. and they...have been trampling on all of our efforts to get to where we are today." murmurs and whispers filled the room. the atmosphere was full of controversy and flint knew it.

"nct have been consistent in their robberies, killings and crime, i must admit. they are agile, sly and cunning."

the people present raised their eyebrows in confusion. never in their years of being with Young Knives have they heard him speak well of the rival. it was certainly new to them.

"however, we are better." the members almost sighed out of relief. they almost thought that flint was finally going cuckoo.

"we are quick, rough and hard on our victims. leaving no time for them to even fathom their fate. and that's why we have to prepare my members. we have to take them down. we can't let them walk on the throne that we built!"

roars of agreement filled the room once more. hoots and yelps of determination and hunger for victory growled into the once tautened atmosphere.

"and that's why we need to take them down." flint continued.

"we need to show them who's boss. and so i've set them a time and place for when we can ambush them." the crowd waited eagerly to let him continue.

"our club. at ten in the night. we call them over; obviously, they'll come with their whole gang and we'll attend with ours. we talk them into making a partnership with us then... BAM!" they all flinched except a few.

"we kill them all. how's that for a plan?" flint raised his voice at the end, drawing even more ruckus and noise from the other ends of the table.

"your plan sounds impressive but i can't lie to you sir, it's not tactful." everyones' heads turned to you.

you were seated on the direct right side of flint. second to the head of the table. you hadn't bothered to speak during the noisy meeting, silently judging each and every member with a bored expression. being the most experienced member of Young Knives than anyone, you knew that this meeting was no good.

"care to explain?" flint said through gritted teeth.

"well like you said, nct are sly, agile and cunning. meeting up with them and trying to form a false partnership is as foolish as to talk of colour to a blind man. it's their thing. they've probably already planned it."

some people snickered at your words. you had quite the sarcastic sense of humor.

"by doing that, you give them the upper hand. they can easily turn the tables around with you plan. your idea consists of their attributes, which we'll never be. instead of trying to be like nct, let's carry on with our own way of doing things. why the sudden change?"

flint furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, indicating you to go on.

"our definitions of Young Knives, like we discussed earlier are quick, rough and hard. so instead of planning an assasination in which they have the dominance, why don't we picture an idea where we can attack them in ways we specialize in?"

the members around the table glanced at each other and nodded impressively. your plan actually made sense.

"what if we find out their location with our hackers," you gestered to the team seated at the edge of the table.

"and we ambush them with no warning at all. we'll be quick, rough and hard on them. we'll leave them no time for them to plan any more shit!"

silence was ringing against your ears as loud as ever as you eyed flint. he was seemingly mulling over your idea. finally, after coming to a conclusion, he looked over to you and said.

"no."

the people around you laughed as you closed your eyes in frustration. your jaws moved against each other in utter disappointment. of course. what did you expect? flint was a stupid, misogynistic piece of shit. you pushed your dark blue hair out of your face and sighed.

the only thing that was keeping you from leaving Young Knives and joining a mafia gang called Joker and Thieves that you had your eyes on for quite a while, was flint's father.

he had saved your life when you were a little girl. your parents had decided to take their own lives after facing the inevitable fate of their lives with huge amounts of debt on their backs.

a flaming house on fire had caught flint's father's eye and despite him being a ruthless mafia boss, he ran into the house and came back out with a baby in his hands.

since you were significantly older than flint, you had wayy more experience than he would ever have. born in the year 1995, you had garnered respct for your wisdom and tactics. however flint had never shown you any respect. he actually despised the fact that you, a woman was his bodyguard.

but little did he know, that you had been trained to protect the son of the former mafia boss, by the literal best.

flint's father.

despite flint turning down your proposal of a new plan, that didn't stop you from telling the hacker team to find out more about nct and their tactics when it came to fighting.

and that's why you were leaning against the expensive car and scrolling on your phone which provided you with endless information of all 23 members of nct. the car belonged to flint and you were waiting for all your other members to come out after getting ready for the battle that awaited them at the club at ten.

you tilted your head and scrolled through the members' names, ages and strenghts. alongside their residence and habits.

"very strategic." you muttered to yourself. as you read on and on, you found out that nct had three leaders.

johnny suh, lee taeyong and nakamoto yuta. you furrowed your eyebrows. three of them? and all from different nationalities? they seemed to have really good chemistry.

all three of them were actually 95' liners. your age.

"fucking hell, man." you pushed your blue hair up into a high ponytail, suddenly feeling very salty about the fact that they were your age and were leaders of one of the biggest mafia groups in south korea and here you were, sucking up to a stupid dumbass chick named flint because of his father.

"okay, are we ready?" flint's voice resonated around the parking lot, all the members coming out one by one with briefcases and weapons.

"now. remember. they ask for battle, we give them war." shouts and screams of agreement erupted and you rolled your eyes. such noisy twits these people are.

and then again, nct never even asked for battle.

flint sat at the back of the car you were leaning on and you made your way to the driver's seat.

"which club are we heading to sir?" you said while absent-mindedly turned on the gps.

"dumbledore's army."

you raised an eyebrow at him.

"where else dumbass? Havens." he rolled his eyes at you and pulled out his phine, probably to make a few phone calls.

"okay miss cho chang." you muttered to yourself and sped off into the night.

your head ached and ached due to the loud pounding music of the club that flint ran. there were strippers everywhere and drunk old man throwing cash at them.

you felt sorry about all the people that were going to witness all of the mess that y'all were going to create here in this club. all the people who came here just for a drink, for money or for a getaway from work, were all about to experience something traumatic and would barely live to tell the tale.

the plan had been updated into roleplay. no not that way- but people had roles to play in the club.

min and a few others were workers and servers around, keeping a close eye on everyone with earpieces in their ears.

flint would be the normal mafia boss, awaiting their arrival. you were supposed to play the hot bartender.

with your blue hair tied up and the sleeves of your dress shirt folded up, revealing your tattooes. with earings adorning your ears and your defined facial features enhancing your appearance, you looked irresistable.

"guys. they're here. keep on the lookout." flint's voice echoed through the earpiece and almost at once, all of you got into character. you secretely rolled your eyes at this dumb child's play.

with where your bar was situated, you could see the entrance and the one of the sitting arrangements where flint was seated at.

he had to be in your sight since you were his bodyguard which flint very much despised if you haven't noticed already.

about two minute passed when the doors to the club opened and a whole ocean of insanely attractive human beings stepped into their club.

one of the leaders (you assumed it was taeyong) asked,

"is everyone here?" a chorus of 'yes' responded to him and that made you chuckle.

despite the interaction that you had just witnessed, nct looked intimidating as hell though. with twenty-three members in total and all of them armed with weapons that they didn't even bother to hide like the Young Knives, they looked so ready to kill anyone and everyone with their eyes.

three people moved forward towards flint, while the other members swarmed around the club doing the same thing that Young Knives were doing...observing the scene for any signs of attack.

now, it was just a matter of time. who would attack first?

your eyes darted towards those three men who were undoubtably johnny, taeyong and yuta.

yuta actually stood out to you the most. with faint, soft red hair and a slender figure with piercing eyes, he was definitely the most eye-catching person in the club.

without even noticing, there was a person in front of you. you looked over to them and bowed.

"good evening sir, what would you like to have?"

"whiskey on the rocks." the man said, eyeing you attentively.

you nodded with a smirk and turned around, preparing his order, while he went back to observing the place.

every now and then, your eyes would sneak glances at the four men, waiting for a signal to attack.

you eventually made the whiskey and served it to him. he glanced at your name tag and set down his glass of whiskey after taking a sip from it.

"so, y/n...you here often?"

"no."

the man raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"we both know what we are here for, jaehyun. i suggest we both stay ready and save the formalities for heaven...or hell."

jaehyun seemed quite surprised that you knew his name. however he quickly figures out that it was predictable.

he finished his whiskey and set it down with a sigh.

"i feel pity for these people. they don't know what's about to go down here."

"me too." you agreed, following his gaze to the bunch of people who were just having fun.

having fun.

damn. you barely even knew what it meant, you had never quite experienced it after flint's father died. he was a true father figure to you and made you feel and know the true meaning of life. even if you were very involved in the mafia world now.

you both got lost in your own thoughts even though you both were rivals. it seemed ridiculous to chat with your enemy over drinks, but it felt so...pleasant.

you both didn't mind that fact that y'all didn't have any problem with each other.

your earpiece suddenly turned on and you heard flint's ushered and whispering voice while jaehyun glanced at you.

"come here. i feel threatened."

"tsk." you almost laughed out loud by flint's message. jaehyun looked at you in an amusing manner.

"duty calls." you said while checking if your two pistols were loaded, shoving them in the pistol hoisters latched onto your pants, not even bothering about the fact that jaehyun was watching you and it seemed that he didn't care either.

jaehyun looked at where your gaze landed. he saw his leaders and your leader. johnny, taeyong and yuta seemed to be in a close discussion while flint sat up straight now knowing that his bodyguard was about to join him.

"wait, you're his bodyguard?"

"yep," you sighed. "and i hate it."

jaehyun chuckled and you saw dimples at the side of his cheeks and almost 'awww'ed at them.

"that means we should get ready too." he said, his hand raising up to his earpiece and exchanged words with nct members.

"it was nice meeting you, jaehyun."

"you too, y/n."

"oh and piece of advice." he turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue.

"stay out of flint's way. you'll get killed." you smiled at him and he returned it.

"guess i'll leave it up to them then." he jerks his head towards somewhere and you figured out that it was the three leaders of nct.

you both shook hands with each other, very firmly and you made your way to the four men.

"you're here." flint said without even looking at you and the leaders seemed to have caught this.

"hmm." you bowed towards the three and they bowed back before you took your seat next to flint.

they continued to discuss something that you didn't pay attention to because you were too busy taking in their appearances.

to an ordinary person it would've seemed like you were checking them out but in reality, you were analyzing their weapons and where they kept it.

as your eyes finished processing johnny and taeyong, you moved on to yuta and was pleasantly surprised to find out he already had his eyes on you.

keeping a stoic expression on, your eyes moved down his slender and attractive physique, searching for any signs of weapons and there were. on the waist of his pants was a gun, placed in a hoister on his belt. much similar to yours.

your eyes met his again and lingered on each other for a few seconds too long, before yuta broke eye contact when taeyong asked his opinion about something.

you decided to observe the place again and as your eyes scanned the club, you realised that each one and i mean every one of your members were surrounded by nct members.

you internally sighed in defeat. agile, sly and cunning.

they had planned this from the beginning.

yuta seemed to have caught your expression of realisation and smirked.

and over the past couple of seconds in which you weren't paying attention, flint had seemed to get himself into hot waters between the two leaders of nct and he certainly did NOT have a way out. so instead, he decided to pull his trump card and pulled out his gun, standing up.

you immediately pulled out your own, following his lead while the leaders dodged the bullets that flint fired at them.

immediately, chaos ensued.

people were screaming and running everywhere and you tried your best to not shoot anyone. even the rivals. as you fought any nct member you could find(while staying close to flint), you only used hand to hand combat, ignoring flint's words like you always did.

"kill them all."

no. you would never. the only job you had to do was to protect flint. not anything more. it was his father's last wish before he passed away.

seriously injuring your rivals with only you punched and kicks, you moved onto the next ones, immediately recognising each one of them and using their weaknesses against them.

all thanks to the hackers.

gunshots were fired, stabs were heard groans of pain and misery filled the air but you ignored all of it. your main focus was flint who was currently fighting johnny and yuta.

punching the guy named renjun out of the way, you ran towards them and took on yuta. since you knew johnny was way out of your league there, you kicked yuta from behind, making him stumble and fall on the floor.

when he turned around to look at you, he smirked. you hated yourself for how much you found that attractive.

"fuck, that hurt." he chuckled as he got to his feet, facing you. you both got into a defensive stance with your fists ready to punch.

you both scaned each other, waiting for the next offense when yuta suddenly swung at you, but you had seen it coming.

blocking his hand your own had made its way to his handsome face, punching his mouth.

blood seeped through his bottom lip but he didn't seem fazed by it. licking his lip, he kicked your knee and you gave way, tumbling onto the floor. and not a second later, you felt a blow to your cheek. you head flew to the other side and you chorttled.

pain and heat gushed throughout your face and yuta made another attempt to harm you, but this time, you dodged him and punched his stomach, so hard that he stumbled a few steps away from you. he coughed out in pain when you quickly got up to your feet and did the roundhouse kick to his stomach again. this time, he flew off his feet and landed onto the bar's table which was right behind him.

"ah... fuck." he cursed, his hand cradling his stomach. it was quite certain that you were the more experienced person in fights. you thought that it would be good to leave him there for a while until you heard a blood-curdling scream.

your eyes widen instinctively and turned around at the sight of johnny digging a knife into flint's chest.

"NO!" you yelled out, pulling out your gun and aiming it to johnny, completely forgetting your morals but you soon found it extremely hard to breath.

you tugged at your throat and horrifyingly realised that someone was choking you. you dropped the gun and clawed at the hands that were wrapped around your neck. when it didn't budge, you mustered all your strength and pulled the arms over your head and felt weight crashing onto your back and then onto the floor.

you coughed hysterically when you had been released from death's grip. after pulling yourself together and trying to recover from the piercing headache you got, you finally saw who it was that lay at your feet below you.

"nakamoto fucking yuta." you growled out, you hands soothing your red neck. his hands had left its mark.

"attractive neck." he managed to say before gasping for air, like yourself.

you rolled your eyes at him and looked over to where flint lay. you limped towards him, tears pooling in your eyes as you crumbled down beside his lifeless body. johnny just watched you, his knife stained with blood.

your cheeks were soon stained with tears. you were not grieving his death, no. you were mourning over the fact that you had failed your mission.

the life mission that you had opted for. the life mission that you had never let down. all gone. all of it.

"protect him for me..." the old man's voice whispered into your ear. his hands grasping yours as if it were grasping onto dear life.

"please...protect...my...son."

the line went flat as tears streamed down your face. you rushed out to call the doctor.

"dead. at eight twenty-six, august 27th, 2013."

you couldn't stop crying. it was your birthday that day. the day when you lost him.

tears blurred your vision when you realised that your only motive in life was now gone.

what would you live for now? everything was ruined.

everything that you had worked hard for was gone. your baby steps to sprints. you had seen the rise of Young Knives and now the fall of it.

you wiped your tears and looked around taking in your surroundings. every single member of your gang was down on the ground, dead. while each nct member was up and about, despite bruises on their faces and blood everywhere.

if only they had followed your plan. this wouldn't have been like this.

you got to your feet and noticed that subtly, each nct member had surrounded you in a circle, waiting for you to either surrender or attack.

feeling as tired as ever though, mentally and physically, you raised your hands up.

"just...leave me alone for a moment and then you can kill me alright?"

you made your way outside without giving a shit and they let you. breathing in the fresh, cold air of november, you melted as soon as it touched your bruises and injuries. the windy weather seemed to make you forget everything about that moment.

you didn't know how long you stood there like and idiot when you heard footsteps behind you.

you opened your eyes and sighed. "if you want to kill me, come in front of me and do it."

however the person stepped beside you and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you too look at him.

"what do you want?" you gazed into yuta's sultry and suave eyes.

"leave them and come and work with me." you immediately felt the need to accept his offer right away. for one, he and your former leader had so much difference.

yuta told you to work with him, while flint would have ordered you to work for him.

"pft. what's in it for me?"

"everything you've ever dreamed of babe."

you raised your eyebrows. "yeah right."

"you doubt me?" yuta questioned, smirking at you. he and his god damn smirks, you thought.

"you're good. and i mean really, really spectacular. you almost killed me back there."

you almost smiled at his words. he was the second person in your life who had ever complimented you after flint's father. and that wasn't even an exxageration.

they were either too terrified of you or they weren't even alive to praise you.

"please. come work with us. you can be my personal bodyguard." he gave you a snarky wink.

you chuckled and pondered for a moment. should you really take this oppurtunity?

you softly smiled at him, revealing your own set of dimples and nodded. "sure. only if y'all treat me better."

"babe you're now our family." he shot another wink at you and smiled too.

oh my godd...who knew such a ruthless mafia was this swoon-worthy.

"sh! i can't here them!"

"omg shut up chenle!"

"yah jisung watch your mouth-"

you both turned around to see some of the nct members looking at you, undoubtably eavesdropping on your conversation.

you already knew you were going to love them.

"okay everyone!" taeyong voiced out through the living room that same night.

"let me introduce our newest asset to our team, y/n." he made jazz hands and everyone cheered you on.

all of you were holding ice packs to your bruises and still y'all managed to have a good laugh. all 24 of you were seated in the living room's many couches and all of you were all smiles.

you glanced across you and saw that yuta was staring at you with a smile on his face, holding an ice pack to his stomach, while you held one to your neck.

"i've never seen him smile like that." you look beside and saw jaehyun, holding an ice pack to his cheek.

"really? he has such an amazing smile."

"hun, you are whipped." he said, making you chuckle.

"maybe i am."

about a month had passed and it's safe to say that you and yuta were a match made in heaven. you both really enjoyed each other's company and finally, he asked you to be his.

currently, nct had just wrapped up a meeting and you were exhausted. letting out a yawn, you went up to your's and yuta's room when suddenly, you were pinned to the wall and you felt lips moving roughly against your own.

indulging into yuta's body, your hands went up to thug on his red hair and his own were wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

after what felt like an eternity, you both finally pulled away, gasping for air, connecting your foreheads together.

his eyes found your neck and he tilted his head.

"oh? the marks are finally gone."

"yeah." you said admiring him.

"should i put them on again?" he said while his hand sneaked up your shirt and you shivered, feeling his cold flesh against your own. this man made you feel something you never felt before.

"i know what else would look good on you."

you chuckled against his lips when he spoke again.

"what?"

"me." you felt the clasp of you bra click open as yuta pulled you inside his room, closing and locking it.

you were a traitor. leaving Young Knives for NCT. you were.

but you were a traitor for him.

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Carry My Name

Chapter 6

Park Sooyoung X Nakamoto Yuta

warnings: a little sadness

At six months, Yuta had forced Sooyoung to take a step back from her work and leave it to her vice-president, and although reluctant, she decided to listen to her husband knowing he was simply looking out for her and their baby’s best interests. He had already found the best obstetrician and even paediatrician for when the baby comes, and always made sure he attended every one of her check-ups.

“You’re being paranoid Yu-san.” Sooyoung huffed as her husband settled her into bed, making sure she was in the most comfort, one pillow for her back, one for her legs, one on her drop side of the bed, and one extra one in case she wanted to lie down sideways to rest her belly on. Although she found it tiring how much her husband was fussing over her every second, she also enjoyed the extra attention and affection.

But Yuta had another reason for being so paranoid. He refused to tell her, especially after finding out her pregnancy, that her father had been sending threatening mail to her office, which his guards luckily intercepted and sent his way instead. He didn’t know whether her father was that bold and daring or just blatantly stupid, if not both, considering he was the one to write up the peace contract yet is now the first to break one of the clauses.

No threats to be made between agreeing groups.

At this point he was prepared to fight back, but he didn’t want to put his wife through anything, not when her due date was closing in. He upgraded security, had two extra guards follow her everywhere in secret besides the two who do so anyways, and had eyes put on her father to see what he was up to. According to every one of the letters he sent, the old man was seemingly trying to get money out of her, which could only have meant he was running out himself.

Right now Yuta laid his head on his wife’s lap, who was sitting half up in bed watching TV, and pressed his ear against her bulging belly. The more he looked at her, the more he couldn’t believe this was his wife. If possible, it was as if pregnancy made her more beautiful to him, something he would constantly remind her whenever she felt bad about her changing body.

He rubbed her belly with his hand, pushed her nightgown off, and pressed kisses on it anywhere he could, feeling even more content when feeling her hand suddenly brush through his hair.

“My baby.” he whispered into her skin, but loud enough for her to hear. “All mine. I won’t let anything ever come close to hurting you. I will kill whoever puts a tear on your face. I will have ten guards walk with you everywhere, actually no, I’ll have them carry you so my princess doesn’t get her feet tired.”

He stopped when Sooyoung playfully slapped his arm, causing him to laugh. “I knew we shouldn’t have asked for the gender, you’re going to spoil her too much.” she said half scolding. “You can protect her without spoiling her.”

“Impossible.” he said almost as if declaring it. “I will spoil my daughter so no one will be good enough for her. I will make sure we love her so much that she won’t have to find any missing pieces elsewhere. I will give her everything within my power to make her happy.”

Sooyoung shook her head turning her attention back to the screen, while her husband continued smothering her belly with kisses and affectionate words. Inside though, she was the happiest and calm knowing how seriously Yuta was taking being a father, especially to a daughter.

Having grown up with a mafia father herself, and seeing others in her shoes, a slight fear in her had conjured about the upbringing of her child, especially when finding out it was a girl. But seeing Yuta head over heels already over the unborn baby reassured her he was different, he always had been from the day they met until now.

Thinking about the baby, a sudden realisation hit her, and her chest hurt as tears started pooling in her eyes. Yuta was quick to notice and sat up next to her immediately, pulling her into a hug tight.

“What saddens you sweetheart?” he spoke into her hair, hand rubbing her back.

“Our baby girl will grow up… get married… marry, and…” she chocked before continuing at the thought of the next part. “we’ll never see her again…”

“Bullshit.” Yuta’s jaw tightened, his hold on his wife tightening with one hand grabbing her belly as well. “It’s a shit tradition, we both know it. I don’t care where she goes or who she marries. My daughter is mine forever, and I will always keep her my number one priority along with you. She will always have a place in our home, as she will in our hearts.” he pressed a kiss onto her forehead before speaking again.

“I know it scares you, it scares me too… but don’t think about that now sweetheart, for now let’s think about her as our baby. We still have to find her the perfect pink stroller, and baby proof the house.”

His heart softened hearing his wife chuckle through her tears. “We haven’t even picked out a name yet…” she mumbled, snuggling into his chest. He hummed before grabbing her legs and pulling her aside to sit across his lap.

“How about Yumeko?”

“Nakamoto Yumeko?” she faced up at him with a smile. “I guess our daughter and I will both have super long names.” they laughed, her hand moving up to cup his face, her eyes staring at him dreamily and thumb rubbing his cheek. Even though she knew it was the hormones, she also knew her excessive love for him was all reasonable. He may have been her first and only lover, but Sooyoung couldn’t imagine a life without him, at least not a happy one.

She pulled him down to kiss her, a short but deep one, their noses still touching even as they pulled away. “I love you so much, Yu-san.” she snuggled closer, her face in his neck. “I want to be with you every single day for the rest of my life.”

“Me too.” Yuta mumbled, slowly laying down with her clinging on to him. Her father’s letters were nagging at him at the back of his mind, but at this minute he threw it all out and focused on nothing but his pregnant wife in his arms, the only thing he cared about in this life of his.

“F*CK!” Shotaro quickly moved away as things flew his way off of the desk in his boss’s office. The young secretary pursed his lips seeing the mafia leader enraged beyond what he had ever seen, all from one envelope the guards had passed him earlier. He grabbed the letter off the floor, and read its contents, understanding exactly why Yuta was as pissed off as he showed.

“Well, sir?” he asked a little nervously, watching as Yuta paced around the table in circles, kicking whatever was in front of him. “What should we do?”

“Code red.” Yuta muttered, picking up the special landline from the corner table and pressing some buttons. “The contract is no longer viable, and I am definitely not letting that piece of shit go on with his life unpunished. He’s old anyways, what’s he got left to live for.”

His words sent a shiver down Shotaro’s spine, having worked for him so long he had never heard such vile or vicious words leave his mouth. With a simple nod, he cleared up the mess before following Yuta out to meet up the rest who he had called just now, their Code Red task becoming immediate priority.

And despite keeping a level head throughout the whole process, his mind was filled with fear and worry about the only happiness in his life.

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svtcarat-exo-l · 2 years

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Wayfinder - Part 1

Part of The Syndicate AU Series

Mafia!Yuta x Street Racer!Y/N

A/N: It's here! That's right - the first story will be Yuta's! Another member’s story will intertwine with this one. Guess who? I'm really excited to share this with you all, so enjoy! - Love, M.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Good and Evil.

Right and Wrong.

Peace and Chaos.

All pairings that are seemingly opposites - things that do not mix. At least in a perfect world they wouldn’t, but this world is not perfect. This world is full of grey and ambivalence and neutrality. Yet, life wouldn’t be nearly as interesting without that middle ground where those concepts that shouldn’t mix-

Do.

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You reveled in being able to lead two starkly different lives that never coincided.

One spent running a quaint bakery with soft yellow walls on a quiet street corner surrounded by the aroma of coffee with nothing but the occasional burn or knife slip to worry about.

Another standing on cold midnight streets washed crimson in the glow of neon lights. Where the asphalt practically vibrated with raucous laughter and booming music, and the scent of gasoline soaked adrenaline was strong enough to make first-timers dizzy. Where the addictive tinge of looming danger lingered heavy in the air.

Half of your life belonged to the night. The track.

Street racing.

Your boots pounded down the barren alleyway that led to tonight’s starting line hidden deep in the gritty, labyrinthine underbelly of the city. An October wind whistled around you - serving as a reminder of just how cold it was getting.

You settled further into your jacket to fight the chill.

Not too long ago you had found these streets menacing. As if they were sentient - the breeze whispering it's intent to harm you, but now their specific white noise was oddly comforting.

Urgency quickened your steps. You'd never hear the end of it if you were the last one to the rendezvous location.

Renjun had called everyone together to discuss something before tonight's race got under way. He had been acting strange lately. Well, strange for the head of an illegal street racing organization. You hadn't been able to figure out why he set up a pretty straightforward race when he had been really ramping up the heat over the past few weeks, but you assumed this meeting would fill you in.

After a few more strides - a familiar shadow joined yours on the wet pavement.

“I’ve never seen you this late before, Y/n.” A voice teased.

You recognized it instantly and glanced over at Mina as she fell into step beside you. The energy that came from the track already buzzed off of her. It made itself known in the eager bounce of her gait and the wicked smile painted across her red lips.

"You aren’t on time either.” You scolded her playfully - gently shoving your shoulder into hers.

Mina was a driver. A relative newbie who had made a name for herself through sheer skill and attitude. More importantly, she was your closest friend. She taught you how to remake your image as a shield. Together, you had carefully crafted your look until it was almost certain no one from your mundane life would recognize you.

She threw an arm around you, laughing and urging you to walk faster. “We should hurry before Renjun sends out the cavalry to find us.”

And you knew he would if you were even a minute late. To call Renjun overprotective was a severe understatement, but it was only because he worried. Jisung and Jeno probably spent more of their time watching both of you than they did watching the boss himself.

Speaking of, Renjun stood waiting underneath a streetlight - his freshly bleached hair shining like a beacon. Jeno and Jisung weren't in your line of sight, but they were definitely nearby for security’s sake.

Renjun straightened as you and Mina approached, and you noted the light blue that frosted the ends of his new hairstyle as fuel for teasing later on.

You belonged to a very short list of people who could get away with it. After all, Renjun had hand picked both you and Mina.

She was one of his drivers, and you were her navigator.

It was your job to provide support via radio during a race. If the police busted the track, you got her out of it. If she got pushed off the course, you got her back on. If she needed a detour you found it. A completely rubbish driver could win races if they had a good enough navigator.

And you had become the best.

Good enough that you’d been recruited for Renjun’s personal line up after winning back to back races as a team. You joined the other driver he selected, a magnetic personality named Jaemin with the electric blue hair to match, in manipulating the race results.

When said blue-haired driver also stepped out of the shadows you realized this meeting was more serious than you’d thought - considering every person Renjun sponsored was present.

The sight of Jaemin had you subconsciously checking that your mask, your extra insurance, was still in place over the lower half of your face - because unlike everyone else you hid your identity. In fact, staying anonymous had been your one condition in working for Renjun.

He and Mina were still the only people who had seen your face.

You had to watch the way the reputation weighed on Renjun and Mina. Jaemin, too. They had to look over their shoulders every time they stepped outside - always anticipating an attack from a vengeful rival or someone who lost money over a bet, and you had no desire to have to live that way.

Admittedly, maybe you weren't as brave as your friends, but just knowing that no one could hunt you down outside of the track made it even easier for you to settle into your life as the 'genius navigator'.

The thrills kept you coming back for more. It was the ultimate adrenaline rush with no consequences.

And you had loved it.

The feeling of power. The prestige. The whispers that followed your every move. The feeling that you’d finally found an extraordinary skill. It all fed into a darker part of yourself that let you put on a dangerous show every night.

The four of you settled into a loose circle, your breath visibly mingling in one cloud in the crisp air.

“I know it’s risky for us to all be seen together, but this conversation had to be done in person. I'll make it quick.” Renjun scanned the area cautiously as he spoke.

You also had to try and shake the irrational fear of being watched.

Everyone present had reason to be wary. If the crowd ever learned the ring-leader had nearly complete control over who won the races and subsequently their bets - the results wouldn't be pretty.

“What’s going on, Jun?” You asked - trying to ignore the way his features still softened when he looked at you to answer.

“We have some guests tonight.”

For the first time in a while the boss looked nervous. His fingers tapped against his thighs almost unconsciously and his brow furrowed even more that usual. If these guests were making him antsy - you certainly weren't excited to meet them.

“Tell me it’s not another driver from Brazil." Mina tried to joke, but even from her it felt forced. Unperturbed, she turned to Jaemin with a mischievous smile to poke fun at him. "You barely won that race.”

Jaemin feigned hurt with exaggerated offense, but Renjun didn't give in to her attempt to lighten the mood. Honestly, it seemed to only tense him up more.

“It’s not a racer." He responded stiffly "Or a navigator. They have nothing to do with racing-”

“Then who?" Jaemin chipped in mildly for the first time. "Stop talking around it.”

The wheels turned in Renjun's head for a moment like he was trying to formulate the best way to say what he needed to. You saw the moment he gave up on subtlety - his features saying to hell with it. He spat out three simple words

“It’s the Neos.”

You could’ve sworn the temperature dropped a few more degrees at the mention of that name. While Renjun gauged your reactions - the streets themselves seemed to hold their breath with him. The heartbeat echoing in your ears was definitely your own, but it was far too fast for your liking. Shared panic pinged between the three of you and unfroze the moment.

“You invited the Mafia?” Mina hissed - giving voice to what you were all thinking.

“They kind of invited themselves." Renjun snapped, but after a breath his tone evened out. "We’re moving enough money now that their leader got word, and they want in. I can’t exactly say no, especially because we do operate on their territory.”

To the rational side of your mind it made sense. They controlled this area, so of course they'd want to keep tabs on what happens within it - get a feel for who's in charge and establish authority.

Still, Renjun's voice betrayed some bitterness. He was probably not too happy about being strong-armed.

“Are they threatening you?” You couldn't help the bubble of worry for him that burst in your chest.

“They explained their terms, and there’s a lot in it for us." He defended. "That crowd? They’re all high rollers looking for a dangerous habit, so betting is about to get a lot more lucrative, and getting their seal of approval will make us untouchable.”

He raised his eyebrows looking for everyone's assent.

It was Jaemin who broke first. “Alright, so what do you need us to do?”

Renjun's "leader" face snapped back into place so seamlessly it threw you for a second. You couldn't believe Jaemin could move past this so quickly, but it seemed Mina wasn't having trouble either when a familiar rhythm fell over the conversation.

“I want you all to show off tonight. Mina will place first, Jaemin in second. Everyone else is already on board, so use any skill or trick you need to show them what we're made of.”

Mina and Jaemin voiced their agreement and moved to leave. Renjun, sensing your hesitance, motioned for you to stay.

In the brief silence you heard Haechan's voice carry faintly through the air. He was undoubtedly in the thick of the action holding down the fort as Renjun’s second while the man himself took care of more secret business.

You waited until the others were out of earshot before starting in.

“What are you thinking?” You demanded - worry hardening into displeasure.

“I don't have a choice, Y/N. Believe me, they didn't ask." He huffed in frustration. "Regardless of how they approached me this is a mutually beneficial deal, and- I mean, what we do isn’t exactly legal either. Who are we to judge?”

He raked his fingers through his hair and you recognized the nervous tick - catching his wrist and untangling his digits before he started pulling on the strands in his grip. With a sigh you settled his arms back at his side.

“But we aren't involved in half the trouble they are. This is deeper than I want to be, Jun. I'm not sure I want a part in underworld politics." You understood why he'd accepted their offer, but you also knew if you stepped in this far - this world might never let you go. That train of thought abruptly took you somewhere else. "They're going to want to know who I am.”

If there was anyone who could unravel your identity with ease, no matter how plain it actually was, it was them. Fear started to freeze you up until he grabbed your hands, and the touch thawed it a bit.

Deja vu hit you like a truck. Guilt followed. This was a road you didn’t want to go down again.

“Hey, trust me they will never know who you are. I'm not going to let them take that from you. I’ll protect you.” His eyes were earnest, but they only made your heart clench.

“Renjun we can't-“

You tried to pull away - both from his hands and from the moment that was getting a bit too close to the past, but he interrupted you gently.

“It’s not like that. You, Mina, Jaemin – you’re a big part of what I've built here, and I take care of my own." He made his plea. "I did my homework on these guys. My contacts say their business runs almost completely legit, and a lot of what they do actually helps the city. Some of the stories are borderline heroic."

After hesitating for a moment, weighing his reasons in your mind, you relented.

You'd also heard the rumors swirling around the Neos, the same whisperings that led Renjun to accept this alliance, and you couldn't help being terribly curious. The men in the stories told by the vulnerable and defenseless populations of the city were people you could respect. Maybe, even befriend.

More than anything, you trusted Renjun. You knew he would rather tear down everything he'd ever created than get into business with monsters.

"So we're dealing with a group of wannabe Robin Hoods?" You quipped - giving him a cheeky half smile.

Renjun knew if you were telling jokes you were giving in, and you watched as just a little bit of the tension in his shoulders released.

"They do have this thing where they don’t hurt innocents."

You knew he offered the information to calm you, but it only brought you up short.

“I wonder though." You couldn't stop yourself from posing the question. "To them, are we innocent?”

Renjun's eyes held no answers.

"I don't know, Y/N." He slung an arm over your shoulder and you let him steer you towards the track. You barely caught the words he repeated to himself. "I don't know."

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abandoned-anemoia · 1 year

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NCT 127 Mafia/Bad Boy/CEO Moodboard

☯ Pairing: NCT 127 x more fem leaning ☯ Genre: I honestly do not know... Some are more mafia themed and some are more the rich CEO vibes... ☯ Warnings: mafia themes, crude language ☯ A/N: Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

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✯Mark✯

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yutahoes · 1 year

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Polarity

Chapter Eleven

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 6.8k words

chapter genre: fluff, smut

chapter warning: language, lots of kissing, MC has low self-esteem issues, mention of sexual abuse (please see past chapters), trauma, sex talks, female masturbation, horny MC, a little backstory, blood, oral-male receiving

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You were tired.

Your body ached and you don’t know why. Is it because of what you and Yuta did last night? Wait, you didn’t do anything. You were just lying in bed while he does all the action. So why are you so tired?

Yet your body felt very tired.

Maybe because you didn’t have the right sleep last night. You thought you’ll sleep soundly in Yuta’s arms but the words he said before you drift off to sleep only made you awake.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The L word. The words you never dreamed he’ll say to you.

Your stomach felt warm as he hugged you from the back, his hand slipping on your waist. You quickly closed your eyes, pretending to sleep. “You’re not a dream,” He released a relieved sigh before kissing the back of your head. “You’re really here with me.” Is he talking to himself? Or talking to you? Does he know that you’re awake? “I wish every day would be like this.”

This feels so surreal. He’s a handsome man, a man who holds the power. He’s everything you wish for in a person and someone that you can’t resist. It’s no wonder that you fell for him. But why would this overly-attractive man fall for you? Is there a moment, an encounter with Yuta, that would make him fall for you?

This is a fairytale. A dream.

And you need to wake up from this dream.

You opened your eyes but the warmth of his touch still lingers on your skin. Even if you look at it in any way, he’s real. He’s not a dream.

You turned around to face him, moaning sleepily. He giggled before landing a soft peck on your lips. “Good morning,” Yuta greeted with a smile. “Did you have a nice sleep?” Is he teasing you? When you have a sleepless night like this all because of him? You nodded and he kissed you once again, earning a giggle from you. Will every day be like this?

He leaned in to kiss you, your hands threading on his hair. When you let go of the kiss, you smiled. “Why did you dye your hair blonde?” You didn’t even know why you asked that question that early morning but it’s bugging you. He looks different with blonde hair. “You look better in dark-colored hair.”

Yuta took a strand of his hair, looking at it. “Because Johnny said you don’t like guys in black hair.” You blinked in surprise. He remembered that? He changed his hair because of that? “I thought that was the reason why you never notice me.”

“What?” You asked, not believing what you were hearing. Is it this early that your ears are picking up weird statements from him?

“You always talk to Jaehyun and Mark first. You call them by their name, you call them when you’re in trouble.” You could feel your heart squeezing in your chest. Is this the mafia boss’ version of jealousy? Why is Yuta so adorable like this? “Then your tall childhood friend came and I felt threatened, I might really lose you.”

Could you survive every day like this? With all the heart-wrenching confessions and sweet words? And this early in the morning? Yuta might give you a heart attack.

Then it occurred to you. The consequences of what you both did last night. You just ran away with him. You didn’t tell Johnny anything, didn’t even inform Sophie. Your eyes widened in surprise. Sophie. “Oh no, Sophie is going to kill me.” You exclaimed, sitting up on the bed and frantically looking around. You didn’t bring anything. You left your purse in Johnny’s car. “Shit, I have to…”

“I already called Sophie,” You stopped and stared at him. “I also informed Johnny that we’re together.” How? He has Sophie and Johnny’s number? Yet you don’t have any contact with Yuta. Why is he getting jealous when you call Mark or Jaehyun when you’re in trouble when you don’t know how to contact him? “I think it’s Johnny’s flight to Chicago today. I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“You don’t have to,” Then realized that you literally have nothing. You can’t even go home in your dress and soiled underwear. Why is your life this pathetic? “I think I’ll go home first.”

Yuta sat up and you were now facing each other, he held your cheeks while smiling warmly at you. “I’ll get you a change of clothes then drive you to the airport.” He doesn’t have to do that. “Don’t leave just yet. I want to spend some more time with you.”

If this is the mafia boss’ way of being clingy then your heart might really not make it.

—-

You were astonished once again when the man from last night parked the car in front of a posh-looking boutique with a huge marquee of its name. A name you only heard from the hostesses in the nightclub. You remembered liking a lilac dress that Aeri wore and she mentioned that it was from this shop, a gift by her patron since she cannot buy anything from here.

The ladies and men in uniform bowed when Yuta came inside, holding your hand. From the interior itself, you can easily claim that this is an expensive thing. Is Yuta really that filthy rich? “Just get anything you want,” Yuta claimed then kissed the back of your palm. You nodded just as a lady in uniform introduced herself as your personal shopper. “I’ll just check something upstairs.”

You were just standing there, in your braless off-shoulder dress and Yuta’s coat from last night. You didn’t bother wearing the soiled underwear and you wanted to change immediately. “Do you have any preferences, madam?” The woman asked that startled you. Madam? “I’m sorry, do you want me to call you Lady Nakamoto?” A gasp escaped your lips.

You shook your head. You didn’t have to smile that wide just because of that name. “You can call me Y/N.”

“I’m sorry but some of the mafia boss’ wives don’t want to be called by their names…” Again Y/N, you don’t have to be that happy. You’re not even Yuta’s wife. Not even his girlfriend. He just said he loves you but there’s no label in this relationship. What are you, even? “I’m sorry.”

You waved your hand, shaking your head. She doesn’t need to apologize that much. “I think I need to change into comfortable underwear first.” She smiled then nodded. Obviously, she had tended to other customers who had the same problem as yours since she doesn’t seem fazed by it.

The dresses on display were so pretty but it was too much. You can’t imagine wearing something like this every day. It is well-fit for parties and social gatherings. You’re more comfortable wearing jeans but since they only have skirts, you settled on one that reaches your knee. You also picked a white sweatshirt from their last season’s collection since it’s cheaper. The woman guided you in the hallway and into a series of doors where you can change but your feet didn’t move.

The last time you were inside the dressing room something bad happened to you. If not for Yuta, you might have been sexually abused at that time. The thought of coming inside a dressing room made you scared. What if a person is inside one of the rooms? “Miss Y/N,” the woman in uniform called and you only nodded. “Are you alright?” You tried to nod but your hand was shaking while holding the door handle.

It must have been a long time since you were standing in front of the door since Yuta can already be seen walking in the hallways towards you. He changed his black dress shirt to a ragged white sweater. It was the first time seeing Yuta in light-colored clothes and he looks like an angel. Shining so bright. “Hey,” he greeted. “Is there something wrong?”

This is such a small thing so why is it such a big deal for you? Mark finished that man off. You heard the gunshot. You shouldn’t be scared. But the vivid image of the man’s wicked smile while removing the buttons of your blouse doesn’t leave your mind. “Can you come with me inside?” You asked in a soft voice, embarrassed so you just focused on the ground.

Without any word, he took the clothes you chose from the woman in uniform and opened the door for you. His smile was mischievous at first when he placed the clothes on the small table inside which changed into a frown at your lack of action. “Y/N, are you alright?” You breathed heavily before nodding, taking a step inside the small room with a wall-length mirror on one side. Yuta noticed it and then walked in front of you, “Get changed. I’ll guard the door.”

You were facing the mirror as you removed the dress from your body. You can easily see Yuta facing the door, avoiding to turn to your way. “Last night…” He started that made you stop wearing the knee-length denim skirt. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, you didn’t.” Maybe you were too blinded by pleasure and his gentle touches. Or it was probably your intense yearning for Yuta. From the reflection, you saw him exhale as if relieved. “I’m sorry.” You whispered after putting on the sweatshirt you took.

Yuta took a quick glance then smiled reassuringly after seeing that you’re all changed. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I think I was forcing myself on you too much, making you uncomfortable.” But you aren’t anything near uncomfortable with him. You weren’t even awkward with him even if he already saw you naked. “If ever I made you uncomfortable in any way, don’t be scared to tell me.” You nodded which made him smile once again.

It was such an intense feeling. A foreign feeling growing inside you. You feel calm. At peace. A calmness that you wanted to stay with you forever. Maybe this is the chance to assess what your relationship is. “Give me your hand,” He claimed and you followed him, stretching your hand to his palm up. He placed a phone on your palm, “I’m the only one who knows this number.” He’s giving it to you? Then he placed the same gold card on top of the phone, “This is the key to the penthouse.”

“Why are you giving these to me?”

He held your free hand, the other hand rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I want you to call me whatever happens. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” The cogs in your brains started whirring. This is too much. Isn’t Yuta trusting you too much? “Just tell me whatever you want and I’ll give it to you. Just don’t give up on me.”

Yuta must have been hurt a lot. You don’t have any idea what happened to his parents but the death of his brother is tragic enough. Even Kyoko, who chose another man over him, is heartbreaking. And just like you, he might have needed the reassurance he needs. “I love you, Yuta."

He held your waist, placing his forehead on yours. “God,” he called which made you giggle. Why is he suddenly calling for the divine being? “How can I get so lucky to be loved by you?” His words made you swoon. A man with a high status such as him acting like a lovesick person for someone like you is beyond what your mind could conjure up. “You are so beautiful.” You are definitely living in a fairytale.

“And I’m glad I’m the first person to see you like this,” Yuta whispered. You only raised an eyebrow at that. “An upper hand from Johnny Seo.”

Another giggling fit escaped your lips, “You do have an upper hand.” You started before tiptoeing to place a quick kiss on his lips. “You are the one I love.”

—

The airport seemed too crowded and it confused you on how Yuta knew where to find Johnny. The last time you were here, you almost went to Johnny’s but Yuta stopped you. Now, the idea only made you laugh.

“I hope Sophie doesn’t get mad at you,” the taller guy claimed, handing you your purse. “I felt bad that you ditched me last night.”

You pouted. “I’m sorry,” You lightly glanced at Yuta standing a few feet away from you. “Things happened.”

Johnny ruffled the top of your head, smiling charmingly. “Well, I’m happy you chose your own happiness.” He crouched down so that his face is a few centimeters away in front of you. “I just wish that Yuta would give you the happiness you truly deserve.” You blinked in surprise. What does he mean by that? It felt positive but the way he said that sentence made you think otherwise.

You only felt someone pulling you away from Johnny and your back is now leaning on someone’s chest. “Your flight is already boarding, Johnny Seo.” Yuta claimed, smiling teasingly.

“Good luck with this jealous freak, little kitty cat.” The other guy exclaimed, grinning. He spread his arms wide and you reached out to give him a hug. “I’ll contact you about your dad.” His fingers casually thread on your hair. “Always remember that I’m just a call away, Y/N.” You nodded.

“Johnny, your flight.” Yuta reminded and you bit your lip to prevent from giggling at that. You only felt Johnny kiss the top of your head before you were once again pulled back by Yuta, his eyes glaring at the taller guy. You remembered crying a lot when he first said goodbye to you. Your first friend. The person who became a mother to you when you needed that particular person in your life. Yuta slipped his arm on your waist, “Are you alright?”

Somehow, you felt a lot stronger now. You are just smiling at the person you used to call ‘Mother’, waving at him enthusiastically. You didn’t even shed a tear even if you weren’t sure when you can see him again.

Mother. Johnny was right. Sophie best fits that nickname now.

You smiled, “I suddenly miss Sophie.”

The ride back to Sophie’s place was a little short. Yuta was busy talking to someone on the phone and you heard that he’s meeting another mafia boss for lunch. To be honest, you still haven’t wrapped up your head on what a mafia boss does. You know they get into violent fights a lot but where did they get all the money they have? Isn’t it illegal? Will you get in trouble if you remain to be this close to a mafia boss?

The car stopped in front of your apartment building but you waited for Yuta to finish his call. During the whole car ride, he was holding your hand and playing with your fingers. “Thank you for driving me home,” You claimed then thanked the driver as well. “I will…”

“I’ll walk you upstairs,” Yuta claimed, putting down his phone and lightly glanced at the driver who went out of the car and opened the door for him. What? He doesn’t need to do that. He has a lunch meeting and he’ll be late if he doesn’t leave now. Yet, he was already opening the door on your side of the car and lending a hand for you to take.

It was awkward. Your palms are sweaty from all the hand-holding but he kept his hold on you as you walked to the elevator. “You don’t have to walk me up.”

Once inside, he pulled you closer. “I want to spend as much more time with you.” He held your cheek with his free hand, placing his lips on you. “I don’t know when I can see you again. When I can kiss you like this again.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me just indulge in you for a while.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, parting your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. How many times have you kissed? But you can’t get enough of him. This is bad. You’re getting addicted to Yuta Nakamoto. The elevator opened but you’re still in his warmth. Yuta was right. You don’t know when you’re going to see him again. Doesn’t know when you’re going to be in his arms again. You should maximize all the time you have with each other. The elevator door closed but you were still in his arms, kissing his lips.

—--

Sophie has her arms crossed, glaring at you sternly. She’s really such a mom. “I’m sorry,” You whispered, rubbing your hands to apologize to her. “I left my phone so I can’t call you.” You explained then sighed, “And I should have called you last night. I thought I’m going to die.”

She raised an eyebrow then smiled mischievously. “So you spent the night with Yuta Nakamoto and he kissed you goodbye after bringing you home,” she started. Yuta already explained the situation to her when she opened the door for the two of you. She remained stoic that he only kissed your goodbye, promising that he’ll call you. “Is he good in bed?”

You gasped at the direct question but she only slapped your arm, teasing you that you shouldn’t be innocent since something clearly happened between you and Yuta. Is it that obvious? “I don’t know,” You answered quietly then continued, “But I felt that...” She raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You know that pleasurable body-shaking release.”

“Oh, my God! He gave you an orgasm.” She shouted, repeatedly slapping your arm. “Is he big?” It was your turn to give her a confused look. Big? “The innocent attitude isn’t fitting now that your virginity is taken.” Oh. That. “I’m so proud…”

“He didn’t remove his pants.” Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise. “He said he’ll take care of it.”

“And you just let him?” She screamed against your ear. Why is she so loud? And why is this conversation so embarrassing? She hit you with a throw pillow that made you hiss in pain. Why is she hitting you so much? “He gave you an orgasm and you didn’t do anything for him? How stupid!”

But what are you even supposed to do? You don’t even know what to do for him at that time. Can you even repay the pleasure he gave you? “What should I do?”

“Jerk his cock off, suck him off.” Huh? “Bite his head off.” What? “Next time you’ll meet, make sure that you give him a mind-blowing experience, Y/N.” You’re now suddenly dreading to see him. Are you even ready for this? And what if you cannot give him that mind-blowing experience? Will he leave you? Will that be the last time you’ll feel that body-shaking orgasm? “Wait, so how did he give you an orgasm if he didn’t penetrate you?”

“His fingers,” Then in a soft voice, “His tongue.”

Sophie gasped and then screamed, slapping your arm once again. “God damn it! You are a lucky bitch.”

A bitch. That was what you feel now. A female dog always waiting for her master. A female dog wagging her tail when his master gives her attention. Yuta called that night, asking how you were or what were you doing. You were just lying on the bed and he just whispered that he wanted to be in the same bed as you. His voice was low, erotic. That you started touching yourself.

The warmth of his lips is still imprinted on your body. The feel of the rough pad of his fingers, as they caress your skin, makes your body blaze as if in fire. Your fingers trailed the same path as what Yuta did last night, from your neck, shoulder, breasts, and down to your stomach. Breathing heavily, you dipped your finger south. Your forefinger circled your clit before two fingers entered your wet folds. "Y/N, are you there?" His voice whispers your name against your ear, earning your body the pleasure that you are so familiar with. A moan escaped your lips as you loudly heard the squelching sound your fingers made, along with the light giggle from the phone. "Naughty Y/N. Do you like that?"

You bite your lips, turning around so that you are stomach-flat on the bed. Your face buried on the pillow as you released a throaty scream when you wet yourself. The orgasm, you've done it to yourself. Although it's not as intense as what Yuta gave you, it's still there. "Did you enjoy that?" You forgot that Yuta was still on the phone with you. Why are you so blinded by pleasure? “I wish I was there to watch you.”

You are a bitch. A bitch in heat for this man.

The dirty doings transcend to your dreams that you always wake up feeling bothered, hot, and horny. Truly, a bitch. You were never like this before and it’s making you crazy. You wanted to feel that intense pleasure again but Yuta just messaged that he's heading to Shanghai for a week. To ease the heat you were feeling, you started watching porn which is out of character for you. You watched diligently how to pleasure yourself and how to send a man into his own orgasm, as Sophie suggested.

It was weird that you felt guilty for thinking erotic thoughts about the man you had an intimate moment with, especially seeing his niece. It was a feeling you had before, when you thought she was his daughter. But Momo was only smiling at you, excited to see you. Miss Han was just behind her, watching over the younger girl as she selected orange flowers. "And Yuta told me to get you a white lily." You smiled then took the flowers she chose, arranging them in a bouquet.

"Do you miss Yuta?" Momo asked but you only smiled timidly. You do. But who are you to ask for his time when you knew he was busy? "I miss him and Uncle Mark whenever they leave abroad," She claimed then fiddled her thumbs, continuing in a soft voice. "I wish they wouldn't leave anymore." You only pursed your lips at that.

"I wish they wouldn't get hurt that much."

The lover of a mafia boss. Sophie teasingly calls you that. Sooner or later, as she claims, you're going to run the mafia like the lady of the house. The mafia boss' wife. Even the store employees from when you purchased clothes called you that. But what does it take to be associated with the mafia? What does it take to be dating a mafia boss?

You cannot just give him pleasure sexually, you need to do your part to help him. Momo is worried that they would get hurt. But what exactly are they doing in Shanghai that would hurt them? You wished Yuta would just call you and assure you that he is still alive. You need to know what you should do to stop these worrying thoughts.

If only you could talk to a mafia boss' wife.

But the only mafia boss' wife you know is Kyoko and you didn't have that great impression of each other. Who should you talk to?

The struggle to find someone who you can talk to has brought you in front of Fortune Club. If there is one person who might know things about the mafia world, that would be the owner of this club. Mama.

It feels weird to be the customer and not the waitress in the club. The girls are happy to see you and excited for a quick chat but the busy night prevented them from doing so. Lexi was walking to her regular when you met eyes and she gave you a raise of an eyebrow. "Mama is in her office, ready to see you." One of the bouncers claimed and you followed him to the homey office which smells of tea. Mama was all smiles at you, asking you to sit down.

You don't know what to do right now. You don't even know why you went here in the first place but she made sure that you can feel that you're welcomed in the club you once worked at. "I'm glad you visited. I was worried about you," She started while pouring a green liquid into teacups. But her statement startled you. Worried about you? "Do you miss him?"

Honestly, you don't know what you're feeling right now. You don't miss him that much. You were just starting this - you weren't sure if you could call it a relationship - so you didn't know what to expect. You weren't talking much to each other even before, why would that change now that you two were more open to your feelings for each other? "I think I'm more worried." You confessed, holding the teacup with both your hands and watching the smoke coming up from the warm tea. "I don't know what this is. I don't even know what I should do, Mama."

She gave you an assuring smile. "Y/N, you have to understand that a mafia boss is prone to danger. You might be seeing him now but you're not sure what will happen later." She claimed. "That is the hardest factor in your relationship with him."

You sighed heavily. It is. Maybe that's why you're more worried about this. You don't know when you can see Yuta again. If you can even see him again. Maybe that was why Momo said those things.

Mama sipped her tea, "So what are you and Yuta now?" You shrugged, you haven't labeled anything from what you have. You weren't sure if you can call yourself Yuta's girlfriend now. A lover perhaps? “Did he at least tell you that he’s crazy about you?” Wait, how did Mama know about that? “He kept coming back here and asking me what he was feeling about you. I think that kid loves you.”

“He did say he loves me.”

The surprise in her reaction confused you. Does she not expect that much from Yuta? “He did?” She sipped on her tea once again. “He didn’t even say that word to Kyoko and just asked her to marry him.” He did? But why are you surprised? He did mention that he found out about love because of you. “You might really be the real thing for him.”

Does she know Yuta so well that she assumed those things? Does she not like Yuta confessing to you? Are they perhaps ex-lovers? “Mama, are you and Yuta…” You trailed off, not sure on what word to use. Yet you knew she understood you when she laughed wholeheartedly while shaking her head.

“He’s like a son to me.” She cleared up, “You see, I was his father’s lover.” You almost dropped the teacup at the revelation. His father’s lover? The older woman smiled at you. “ When their mother died in the hospital, their father was with me. His brother loathed me for that but Yuta was the only one who said that their father can’t do anything even if he’s in the hospital.” Her voice was quieter as if reliving that time, thumb fiddling with the rim of the teacup. “I’ve always thought that kid would do great things in the future.”

“His father’s lover?” You repeated, “When their mother died, you didn’t marry him?”

Mama leaned on her chair, smiling. “I’ve always known that I’m not meant to be a mafia boss’ wife.” But she’s already his lover. Is there a difference between the two? “Y/N, being the wife requires great courage and sacrifice. A mafia boss gets hurt a lot, his life is always on the line. And once you hold the mafia last name, you are also susceptible to that danger.” Of course. That made perfect sense. “As a wife, you are expected to wait for him. You have to experience all the anxiousness of your husband being dead or alive. You have to experience being worried that someone might take you or kill you that instant.”

She leaned in, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her clasp hands. “If you’re just his lover, you aren’t expected to wait for him. You’re free from all the anxiousness, all the nervousness.” She narrated and you nodded. It does make sense. “You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.”

In some ways, the talk with Mama had made something clear in you. The stark difference between being just a lover and being the mafia boss’ wife. You weren’t sure on what path you and Yuta will head to but it only made you more worried about what might happen in the future. If he did just want you to be his lover, does that mean he had to find himself a different wife? And if he asks you to be his wife, is he going to find a lover? You shook your head, Yuta isn’t like that. He loves you. You have to accept what he gives you and be grateful for that. You have to make every little moment count the next time you meet.

But will you ever meet again?

Something in your bag vibrated that startled you. Quickly, you took the phone Yuta gave you and stared at the screen revealing his name. You have never clicked the green button that quickly and answered an over-excited hello. “Hi, love.” It was Yuta. “Are you outside? Where are you?”

Somehow his voice is breathless. “I’m heading home from Mama’s place.”

“I’ll ask someone to pick you up and bring you here in the apartment.”

Wait. He’s back? “I can take a cab to go there.” You whispered and quickly glanced around for any sign of taxi cabs. “Are you alright?”

“I just want to see you.” He whispered, followed by a loud gasp. He doesn’t sound alright. “I miss you.” You didn’t realize how much you missed him after listening to his voice.

“I miss you, too.”

It was a short ride to the luxurious building. The cab driver was eyeing you weirdly and you grew nervous. Is this what Mama said about being in danger? Does he know that you’re going to a mafia boss? Maybe you should have just said yes to Yuta’s offer to pick you up. Luckily, the doorman of the building was at your aid. You thanked him after paying the driver and he even told you to use the VIP elevator, followed by the name ‘Mrs. Nakamoto’. Mrs. Nakamoto? And how did he know that you’re meeting Yuta?

That didn’t matter much as you entered the penthouse and saw blood droppings on the floor. “Yuta?” You called while removing your shoes and you only heard a soft voice coming from the living room area. Once you turned the corner of the receiving area, following the trail of blood drops, you saw a lot of blood-soaked gauze on the floor. Yuta was sitting on the couch, medicine to clean wounds on the table in front of him. “What happened?” He was pulling a thread from his skin to close the wound on his right abdomen.

“It’s nothing.” It doesn’t even look like nothing. But his face isn’t even showing pain. Even the way he stitched up his own wound seemed too professional. “It’s a small slash.”

A small slash? Yet, he needed to stitch it up? Is he too used to getting hurt that this seemed nothing to him? “Do you need any help?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Just seeing you here is enough.”

'You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.' It’s not like you don’t want to give him something in return. But what can you honestly give him when he has everything and you have nothing? Maybe, like Mama, you aren’t fit to be a mafia boss’ wife.

He cut up the thread and covered the wound with gauze. Maybe you should learn how to do that and help him next time. “You should let Jaehyun see that wound.”

Yuta shook his head, putting the medicine in the kit. “This will heal. Jaehyun would just tell me things I already know.” But isn’t it better to ask for a professional’s help in this matter? You helped him keep the things he used. “He only has the license but I still top him in class.”

It sounded like a brag but what surprised you is he was in the same class as Jaehyun. “You’re supposed to be a doctor?” You asked, blinking at the idea. He nodded, laughing at your surprised face. It answered one of the questions you have in mind. If he’s not a mafia boss, Yuta might have been a doctor. He might be working in a large hospital, wearing those white robes that add attractiveness to anyone. He’s in high society and you’re at the bottom, the same as now. There’s really no way you’ll meet each other that way.

And somewhat you’re relieved that he became a mafia boss.

“Are you that surprised?” He gestured for you to come sit beside him and you complied, leaving the medicine kit on the table. Once you were within his reach, he quickly wrapped you in his arms for a tight hug. “I missed you so bad.” He whispered, breath warm against your neck. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to hug you like this again. It scared me.” You realized that this would be the constant dilemma you and Yuta will have. The downside of being in love with a mafia boss.

Mama was right. Love isn’t just enough. You need to sacrifice a lot of things to be with Yuta: not seeing your dad, the fear of not being enough for him, and the unsure future. And you need courage.

The courage to stay with him whatever happens. The courage to always choose him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. “I love you, Yuta.” His hands removed your clasp on him before holding your cheeks to place a soft kiss on your lips. A needy kiss that you desperately crave. His tongue slipped between your lips. His warmth and dominance send flames into your body.

His lips were red and swollen when he let go of you, breathing harshly while staring at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, I want you.” He whispered before he cursed once again. “But I can’t move much. Curse this wound.”

You giggled at that before your fingers trailed on his bare chest. “Then, is it alright if I do something for you?” He looked confused before you gently kissed his chest. You have to give him that mind-blowing pleasure that he let you experience to return the favor. You need to put all your studying into action. You have to make Sophie proud.

Curse words kept on coming out his lips as you trailed butterfly kisses on his chest. You gently sucked and licked his nipple which earned a low groan from him. A sexy sound like music in your ears. The way that his sounds were becoming louder as you head south of his torso gave you much confidence that you kneeled in front of him, parting his legs. “Y/N,” he called, “You don’t have to do this.”

You stared at him, breathing harshly. “I want to.”

“Fuck.” He leaned in to kiss your lips. “I love you so much.” You smiled before your shaking fingers undo the button of his pants and unzip his fly. Yuta’s eyes closed, which gave you a signal to continue what you were doing.

Along with a groan coming out his lips as you pulled down his pants, a gasp escaped your lips. He’s big. You can now proudly tell Sophie that he’s bigger than the vibrator she uses. It’s weird how the other penises from porn look white or dark in color but Yuta’s look so red and throbbing as if it will explode. Wait, is he turned on already? But you haven’t done anything.

You trailed your fingers on the vein of his cock and he bit his lip, jerking his hip up. You rubbed your forefinger on the tip and he let out a string of curses that made you smile. Either he’s mad or he probably likes it too much. You placed a soft kiss on his tip and a groan can be heard followed by your name yet you only focus on giving him the utmost pleasure you can give. You focused on his balls, licking and lightly sucking before your tongue went north to his shaft, stopping on the tip.

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while occasionally looking at Yuta's reaction. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving up and down, as silent whispers of your name escaped his lips. You only have seen that reaction in porn videos you currently watch, when a guy was on the verge of his release. Maybe you’re doing a good job.

To further elevate his pleasure, you gently bit the tip of his throbbing cock and his eyes shot wide that instant. “Love, that hurts.” The pet name made your heart skip a beat in your chest. “Use less teeth.” But Sophie said to bite his head off. Is that metaphorical? You followed him by taking him once again in your mouth, gently letting the tip on your throat without gagging. His fingers thread on your hair as he thrusts his hip up. A sign that he likes it. You are indeed doing a great job.

And that was further agreed upon when he started groaning in a low tone, calling your name as if chanting a prayer. “I’m cumming.” He warned, gently pulling your hair but resisting him by keeping his ock in your mouth and letting him spurt all his cum in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to…” You gulped the slimy, salty goo in your mouth. “Swallow.”

He stared at you in a mixture of confusion and astonishment. You read that guys love girls who swallow so you did. And it doesn’t taste that bad, but not that good either. It’s weird. That’s the only adjective you can think of. You wipe your lips from the drool and some remaining cum with the back of your fingers, his eyes still fixated on you. Surprise was all you can feel when he pulled you up and let you sit on his lap. You were even careful not to graze his wound but he only held you by the waist, staring at your eyes. The chocolate brown gaze makes your body melt. “That was amazing,” He complimented, earning a light blush on your cheeks. “Where did you learn all that?”

You were ashamed of your actions. But you’ll feel more embarrassed if he thinks that you frequently do all these things to others so it’s better to come clean. “Porn,” You whispered, looking bashful as you said the following words. “I wanted to learn to give you an amazing orgasm.” Yuta giggled, pulling you close for a hug. You wanted to see his face, wanted to know his reaction.

“You’re adorable, love.” He kissed the side of your neck. “Once this wound is healed, I’ll make sure you won’t be walking for weeks.” You gasped then stared at him wide-eyed. Isn’t that so sadistic? But why are you getting excited?

A small smile played on your lips, “Then you should take care of yourself and let the wound heal quickly.” Yuta grinned like a young schoolboy. He looks so attractive like this. A different side from the scary mafia that the world sees. A side that only you can see. You wanted him to be happy, smiling like this, all the time. You are sure you’ll do everything to make him this happy.

Even if it costs you everything you have.

“Y/N,” He called and you hummed in response. His eyes stared at yours. Chocolate brown eyes looking all so serious that you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your breathing started to knock on your lungs as your heartbeat tenfold against your chest. You wanted him to smile, not to look all serious like this.

The words coming out of his lips made your heart drop in your chest.

The words you have been dreading to hear.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

Chapter Twelve

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a-bts-world · 2 years

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Chapter 21

Jeno returns to the room after getting a glass of water for Jaemin. He hadn’t expect his friend to wake up so soon. He thought it would have taken more time. So he hugs his best friend once more after putting the glass of water down. ‘I missed you,’ He whispers in Jaemin’s ear. Jaemin nods, hugging him tighter. Then Kun comes back in, with Taeyong behind him. Jeno lets go of the hug and Kun starts examining Jaemin once more. ‘Is he okay?’ Jeno asks, scared of even more bad news. Kun hums, still busy.

Taeyong moves from the doorframe, to sit on the bed. ‘We missed you. I am glad you are back. And I think I speak for everyone, when I say I am relieved to see you awake. A lot of things happened while you were asleep, but nothing that you need to worry about. We will focus on your recovery first,’ Taeyong explains, making sure that Jaemin understand that his recovery is most important.

‘So, I believe you are fine. Just be careful with your leg and wrist, but they should heal within two weeks’ time. It is also possible that you still have a concussion, so I can’t allow to many visitors per day, starting from tomorrow.’ Kun states, smiling continuously. Kun can’t seem to hide his happiness, if he is being honest, he didn’t think Jaemin would make it. But now that the younger member has woken up, nothing can ruin this week. Jaemin nods at the explanation of the medic.

‘I heard Jaemin woke up?’ Haechan sticks his head in the doorframe. Looking around with question in his eyes, but as he scans the room he realizes that Jaemin is indeed awake. ‘Jae!’ He yells excitedly and runs towards the bed, hugging the undercover agent. Almost tripping over his own feet on his way towards the bed, due to his excitement.

‘What is happening here?’ another member is heard from the hallway, probably following all the noise. ‘Jaemin?’ Yuta stutters as he sees the younger brother awake, but Jaemin is just as surprised. He expected Yuta to still be in Japan.

‘You are back?’ is all he can ask the Japanese member. Yuta nods, giving the boy his famous smile.

‘Okay, so, I know I said that starting from tomorrow you couldn’t get too many visitors. But I would like to withdraw that statement and implement it already. So, Jeno, Mariposa you can be here all day, as long as you want. For all the other members applies that not more than three can visit Jaemin per day. We can eat dinner with everyone, but only for tonight. Jaemin, if you ever feel tired or something. Please go and rest.’ Kun states, looking at all the members sternly. Knowing they would probably hate his decision, but it is the best for Jaemin. Taeyong nods, agreeing with Kun.

‘He is right. Yuta, Haechan you can stay for now. I will inform the other members. See you all at dinner,’ Taeyong informs everyone in the room and walks out of the room with Kun besides him. The rest of the day, Yuta, Haechan, Jeno and Mariposa can be found in Jaemin’s room.

Its been a few days since Jaemin has woken up and Taeyong has gathered all members for a meeting at 9 in the morning. Most of them are still half asleep and some, like Ten and Jisung are actually sleeping. The only ones that seem to be awake are Johnny and Chenle.

‘Morning everyone, good to see that everyone was able to come here. This weekend was supposed to be the weekend, we would infiltrate the Byun mansion. However I don’t think we are ready just yet. This means I will postpone the mission until after Doyoung and Rose’s wedding. Which will take place in two weeks or so. Jeno and Yangyang will still be doing undercover work and get as much information as possible. Everyone else make sure to gather as much information as possible, however make sure that nothing can be traced back to us,’ Taeyong explains during the meeting. Ten wakes up during one of the last sentences, quietly he asks Winwin, who is sitting next to him, what was going on. Winwin lets him know that the infiltration of the Byun family will be delayed.

‘What!?’ Ten yells surprised.

‘Yes Ten, if you would have listened you wouldn’t be so surprised by this news. I believe it would be more safe for everyone if we postpone the infiltration,’ Taeyong continues, not paying much attention to Ten anymore. After explaining the changes to the plan, Taeyong asks for updates on Dreamland and the undercover teams.

‘We are working really hard with the trainees in Dreamland, some of them could make their debut in our organization, but it will probably take a bit more time. After all, Sungchan and Shotaro just joined, we don’t want be too quick. Some of us have been taking over for me, when I was in Japan. The trainees really liked that, so Ten and I discussed it and we would like everybody to come and teach their specialty to the trainees. This would be like a monthly event or so. We will thus still focus on our learning plan, however there will be a bit of differentiating,’ Johnny share the biggest updates on Dreamland.

‘Yeah, indeed. We see that everyone is really eager to learn new skills. So we have been focusing on that, the last few weeks,’ Ten adds.

‘Thanks Johnny and Ten, Renjun please share more about your undercover work,’ Taeyong continuous after the extended explanation. Renjun nods, starting to share that they haven’t noticed anything unusual, except maybe more people that want to know who Ncity actually is. Shotaro confirms their findings with what he has found. ‘Good to hear! This also means we have to be even more careful to not reveal our identities. Kun lastly, could you update us on how Jaemin is doing?’ Taeyong asks the medic. Kun answers, explaining that Jaemin is recovering well. Also sharing that the rule of not more than three members visiting Jaemin per day seems to pay off. Jaemin is recovering more quickly than Kun expected, so that is good news for the family. ‘Nice to hear Kun! We will keep the rule in place then. Anyone else to add?’ Taeyong ends the meeting. Nobody answers, so Taeyong dismisses the members. Before he leaves the room, Doyoung is walking up to him.

‘Can we talk?’

‘Yeah sure, what do you want to talk about?’ Taeyong asks his best friend.

‘The marriage. I know we already discussed it, but do I need to marry her? can we not just have some sort of contract, without actually marrying each other?’ Doyoung pleads. He has been thinking about the marriage all week and he still doesn’t want it.

‘You know that it necessary Do. Why did you suddenly change your mind? I thought you had met her. Did that not go well?’ Taeyong curiously asks. He hadn’t expected this. After he learned that Doyoung met up with Rose, he felt like everything was okay again. He did not expected his best friend to ask him this question again.

‘It went well, it just made me realize I do not want to marry. Like at all,’

‘Why? I don’t understand that,’

‘I do,’ Yuta interrupts the duo as he walks closer and puts a hand Doyoung his shoulder. ‘It is because of Angel right?’ Yuta mentions and Doyoung nods. He has seen his brother in law visit some of his wife’s favorite places in the house. Like the library or the little pond in the garden. Even the bay window on the third floor, normally he is the only one there. But a few days ago Doyoung was suddenly there.

‘could you explain it to me Doyoung?’ Taeyong asks, looking thankfully at Yuta. He helped him understand his best friend a bit more.

‘it is just that. . .’ Doyoung stutters, ‘Angel was trained. She knew how to defend herself. She learned self defense from Johnny, she eventually beat some of the trainees in Dreamland. But she still didn’t survive. Hell look at Jaemin, he was trained for everything. He was one of the best trainees we had for a long time and he also got injured. Rose isn’t trained or anything. She barely understands what is going on, let alone be able to defend herself. How am I going to protect her if I couldn’t protect Angel or Jaemin? I can’t get her injured, just because she married me. Tae, do you understand?’ Doyoung rants and Taeyong just stares at his friend. He know he had a kind heart and that this kind of work wasn’t necessarily something for him. But this just reminded him of the sweet Doyoung he knew before they started Ncity, a side from Doyoung he hasn’t seen in a while. So Taeyong just nods, he was too baffled to answer his best friend in any other way.

‘Doyoung, if I can be honest,’ Yuta starts of, waiting for Doyoung to give him a sign that he can continue. Which he does. ‘I understand your concern. But you are not alone, we are all protecting each other and once Rose marries you, she becomes part of the family and will also be protected. Hell I believe Taeyong already has two guys following her ever since you met!’ Yuta exclaims and Taeyong shyly nods his head, looking down.

‘You had what?’

‘I am sorry, but like you said. She hasn’t had any training and I need this to work out. So yes, I had two of our men follow her around. But I think you should listen to Yuta again. Because I believe he has something important to say,’ Taeyong answers, knowing Yuta had something important to say, that could possibly also persuade Doyoung back to marrying Rose.

‘I know that you are afraid of losing her, I also know that you think you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if something happened to her. And maybe all those feelings are right, but I think you are forgetting the best feeling of them all. Actually having a wife and being able to wake up next to her every morning. Now, I do know you don’t love Rose, like I loved Angel. But I do believe that you guys could have a great friendship, which is something amazing as well. So yeah, Angel died because I married her, but that doesn’t mean I regret it. I don’t,’ Yuta brings his point across, tears in his eyes. Doyoung just turns around and hugs Yuta.

‘You are right,’ Doyoung mumbles, hugging Yuta even tighter.

Hello! Surprise! it has been a while! how are you doing? University has been killing me with assigments and exams, but I finally found some time to finish this chapter. I hope to continue writing more, but I don't know yet how to combine it all. Hope you all like this kind of filler chapter tho.

@yutahoes

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neobomb · 6 months

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NCT fic recs [Pt. 1]

A collection of mature dark themed nct fics. mostly yandere, mafia or horror (or just messed up themes) includes all units (nct 127, nct dream, wayv, nct u and former members bc i miss lucas sm)

yuta x reader: Wolf [nakamoto] by @neo-cult-ure

jaehyun x reader: Devoted by @maknaesdancersrappers

mark x reader: Creepin by @killshotbabe

jaemin x reader: PL4YGIRL IS LOVE... by @domjaehyun

doyoung x reader: Invisable by @aehyei jaehyun x reader: devotion/obsession by @whereisten yuta x reader: heathens by @yutaholic sungchan x reader: Infatuation - Sungchan [Pt. 1], [Pt.2] by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

taeyong x reader: Late Night Adventures with a Green-Haired Kingpin by @whereisten mark x reader: zugzwang by @recklessmark kun x reader: Spoonful Of Sugar;; QK by @kpoptrashlord-007

mainly johnny x reader but some jaehyun x reader: the art of eye contact by @peachydyoung

mark x reader: freakshow by @peachydyoung

lucas x reader: Stranger Danger by @whereisten

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imma-queencard · 10 months

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Who owns you?(part one!)

Pairings: Mafia N.Yuta x female Reader!

→warnings: Humiliation,degradation, Slut shaming, slight violence, Ragging & suggestive.

→characters: N.Yuta(Suzaki Ryo),Reader,Kohei,Tsukasa(Oya High) and others.

→taggings: @sashe-xhelse-blog @elviinwonderland @iraa567 @nuttie-nv-blog @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @seventhcallisto others whom I couldn’t tag as tumblr hid their acc from mentioning!(sorry!)

P.s: This is based on his role Suzaki Ryo played on High and low the worst X. A quick easy summery. There he played as the right hand of Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high school. Suzaki Ryo,ex leader of Nami high and a third year student who got shifted then into Senomon high school and made everyone obeyed Kohei as their leader. The said to be the puppet of Kohei Amagai.

You always hated Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high. He was such a leader who couldn’t even have his own grip on all the gangs running around in Senomon. He was nothing without his right hand,Nakamoto Yuta. No,the puppet. You hated both. Specially the latter. Why on earth would you let a person commanding you as if you were his slave when you,yourself was far more capable than he already was.

Everyone feared him, the Nakamoto Yuta. The fear of him made people obey Kohei. He was always standing like a shield around Kohei. These two hot yet cold men. Specially Nakamoto Yuta. But it was none of your concern. You were just a first year fresher in Senomon high while residing in a devastated alley of Senomon. You had no time crushing over him like your classmates,friends,neighbours or other girls. You had a younger spoiled brother and a sick grandma at home to worry about. Two mouths to feed alongside yours.

You rolled your eyes seeing Kohei with his puppet, Nakamoto walking their way towards the main gate. You cringed at the sight.

You still remember the very first day of your first year here at Senomon High. All of you were forced to line up in front of this mafia group on the rooftop of this campus. All of you were shaking in fear. All heads down. Kohei stopped in front of you,checking you from head to toe just like he did to the previous girls.

He grabbed your wrist to pull you forward. "What about this chick Nakamoto?Do you like this one?" He asked looking at his friend.

You tried to pull out your wrist out of his grip,"What are you doing! Let go!" Only making Kohei tightening his grip. You winched in pain gritting your teeth at him.

"Wow,this chick speaks, Nakamoto!"

You cried out as he twisted the wrist,"ple-please it hurts! I'm-i'm sorry" You pleaded thinking you might have angered the leader by speaking up. You should have just shut your mouth like the other girls who were slutshamed before you.

"Previous one seemed a slut. You want this one? Or the previous? I dont think you like leftovers,dude" Your ears turned red in embarrassment.

"Or maybe you like leftovers? But you can slut this up behind the close doors,huh? That's more fun!" he laughed. You bit your lip in order to suppress your tears falling out. None ever talked to you like this.

"You're not going to go whoring around like your classmates,bitch?" you flinched in fear. He grabbed your chin making you look at him,

"Will you be a good slut for my friend?" you shut your eyes in anger & embarrassment. You didn't even dare to look at the man named Nakamoto as you already felthim staring at you. Penetrating you down with his stare as if claiming his thing with his own eyes.

"Answer me,slut!"

"ye-yess"

You scoffed hearing two girls whispering to "Nakamoto is so hot!" You looked at the person. He looks the same. Handsome. Just like the first day. Red suited him. Everything suited him..

You were kind of glad that he didn't utter a single word during and after that day. But you always felt a stare haunting you whenever he would pass by. Maybe this was just a delusion of yours. Maybe you were so traumatised with the event that your mind kept making scenarios about this. You looked at the group in awe.

Yeah,It was your chance to confirm your delusion for real.

Your fingers nervously reaching the white silver necklace around your neck when your eyes opted up to look at him. You saw him paused in his track. Few feets away from you. Staring directly into your eyes. You gulped down when he didn't even move his eyes when he got caught red handed. You didn't how long you stared into his cold eyes before looking down in embarrassment. You huffed when he resumed to follow Kohei inside the campus giving you one final look.

This was not your delusion. You were mind was not making up things.

He had his stare for you.

You dropped your pen on the table. Life was already hard. And these studies were making it harder. But at last you finished your studies for today. You felt sleepy. You looked at the wall clock.

2.00 am. Time to sleep.

You tidied your night dress and yawned. You looked at the open windows of your room. You decided to close them before you plopped yourself on the bed. You got up to shut the windows. You reached out to your window but your hand froze. You gasped out loud. Your eyes fixated on the person across the road. What the hell!

Nakamoto Yuta.. standing there.

Leaning against the lamp post opposite to your house. His eyes towards your room. Your fingers instinctively pulling down the hem of your night dress that was already covering you enough. You rushed out downstairs wrapping up a shawl against your upper body to make it more civilised.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" you asked almost whispering while marching towards him. His eyes observed every single of your moves.

"You-you just can't stand here at midnight! I-I live in a society and have reputation to worry unlike you..and-and there are some unannounced rul-" you paused when he just lazily looked away as if you were stuttering some boring lectures.

"Nakamoto.. There. are. some. rules. You just can't stand in front of a-in front of a marriageable woman's house at such hours!" You hissed out looking around. Afraid of any of your neighbour watching you in this situation. Then spreading rumors about you. This side of Senomon was far away from the so called western progression.

You did care about your reputation. Your grandma's reputation. You didn't want to get involved in rumors. Specially with the man standing in front of you.

He tilted his head towards you this time. "Then why you as a marriageable woman just in a night dress standing in front of a profitable bachelor like me in such late hours,huh? Does it count. .."

he trailed taking a step towards you," does it count in the unannounced rules of your society where you live in Y/N?" he spoke huskily looking at you. Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

" You-jus-just leave.." You muttered under your breath and rushed inside your house locking the door behind.You let your body leaned against the wooden door. This was the first time this man had ever spoke to you and gave you second hand embarrassment on spot.

You ran in front of the mirror of your room to check your attire. You furrowed looking at your reflection. Your satin night dress reaching below your knee and the shawl covering your blossom perfectly. Though your hair was messy, you looked appropriate.

The audacity of this man!

You walked up to the window slowly to check if he was still standing there. You peeped behind the curtain. He was now leaning his back against the lamp post more while brushing his hair off his forehead. His eyes met your curious ones which were glistening behind the white curtains. You grunted as you got caught.His lips curved upwards in satisfaction when you shut the window with a thump on his face.

A cocky bastard.

It had been hell of two weeks since the Nakamoto Yuta stood in front of your house. This was the first time and hopefully the last time also. He left that night after some time but also snatched your sleeps with him.

"What does he think of himself!" You murmured recalling the event while wiping the counter with the mop. You still couldn’t believe that man had the audacity to say something unwarranted and unwanted thing on your face. In front of your house.

"You still thinking about that red suited hot guy?" the old woman,the owner of the cafe you worked asked sitting on the cash table.

"It's just that.. Had some bad experience with that group and can't tolerate them" You said putting the mop behind the counter. You had been ragged by them. Why would you like them? And who liked them anyway? The old woman was about to say something when the bell chirped in.

You were about to welcome the guest with a smile. You furrowed,"tsukasa?" The blonde handsome man walked up to the counter with a smile,"Hey Y/N..um.." he looked at the menu card and continued, "I'd like to order two cappuccino.. Mind me join there?" he asked out pointing a table in the middle. You looked at your owner for her approval as you were in the middle of your shift.

He saw your hesitation so quickly added," Of course,I'm paying for both and in double..if you excuse her for a moment.." the old woman's eyes beamed hearing the word 'double'.

You were both happy and confused seeing Tsukasa here. You met him last spring at Oya High when you went to a hospital there for your grandma's surgery. He happened to be the right hand and best friend of Fujio,the leader of Oya High. The most powerful house and region. He was so helpful despite his position. He was kind and sweet. Always lending a hand whenever you needed one. That was how your friendship bloomed on a spring day.

"So why are you suddenly out of your cave of Oya high,hm?" You asked putting the two mugs on the table and took your seat across him.

"Things are obviously different now.." he replied taking his mug with a quick 'thanks'.

"I'm actually shocked seeing you here. No offense!" You tried to joke out,eased out yourself.

He smiled," It's just I was passing so decided to stop by.. By the way yo-" you cut him off. You pointed the scar on his forehead, "You again caught into new fight?"

He touched the scar and laughed out casually,"Oh!That? Old fight.. Your senomon pride Nakamoto's doings. He is better than we thought."

Suddenly the bell chirped in again and you both saw Kohei followed by Nakamoto and three other men entering the cafe. Nakamoto's eyes instantly found his way towards you and tsukasa. His gaze stiffened. You cautiously saw them shooing around customers off a table on centre. Cursing them aloud. Then occupying the table as if it was their own from the beginning. You sighed.

That was so of them.

"Are you gonna stop whoring around and take our orders,bitch?" You heard kohei screamed suddenly. You felt tsukasa tensed. You were quick to grab his hand and mumble a 'please?' You didn’t want you and your friend to get insulted in front of all the customers.

You walked up to them holding the notepad tight to your chest. "Your orders?"

"Orders? We thought you were busy whoring around with guys from different regions. Are you done sleeping with all the men from Senomon?" Kohei asked clicking his tongue. You looked around to find the customers gossiping. Some of them are even pointing at you.

You bit the inside of your cheeks,"wha-what would you like to order sir?"

"Regular!" one of the men replied and threw a menu card at you. You nodded and literally rushed to the counter. You decided to stand there until their order arrived. So,you were now a whore.

A whore.

None even objected. So many people but none stood for you. Whom do you even expect to object anyway?

"How long would it take,huh?" one of them asked clapping and whistling.

"Everything takes time,kids." your owner replied pushing up her glass. Not bothered about this situation as she was already used to this.

"Or your chef's also whoring around just like your order?" Another shouted making the whole cafe bursted out laughing. You felt Tsukasa's eyes on you. You forced him a smile. Your eyes wandered at the said group. It's just so easy to insult people here and there for them.. Your eyes glanced at Nakamoto who's jaw was tightened. And his hand grabbing the glass so tight that you feared it might break. His eyes fixed on Tsukasa's back.

This looks bad..

Suddenly a tray arrived at the counter. "Serve this to the couple sitting on table 4." your owner ordered. You nodded.

You took a deep breath and walked to the desired table which was past their table. You almost screamed out when Kohei stepped in front of you out of nowhere. "You fuvking serving every single person of this damn cafe except us! WHO FUVKING OWNS THE SENOMON!? " He screamed. You flinched and didnt know that you were backing from him steps by steps.

"I FUCKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS GETTING THEIR ORDERS BEFORE US!" one of his men screamed adding fuel to Kohei's anger.

"It-it's coming.." you stuttered closing your eyes..gripping the tray harder in fear.

"You Don't understand, do you? I FUVKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON!I OWN THIS CAFE,I OWN YOU AND ALL THOSE SLUTS OUT THERE!I will fuvkinh crush that whole place!" He screamed at top of his lungs and pushed the tray out of your hand. You closed your eyes in humiliation when all the foods scattered all over you. The cafe just became pin dropped silent.

"You fuvking have to pay for this you old witch!" he gritted his teeth pointing his finger at your owner. He pushed you with his shoulder while cursing the old lady. You were already so shaken up to the situation that your leg tripped into the chair behind you as his large frame pushed you,you fell onto the floor on your knees. You cried out in pain. You looked back to see Kohei and his goons threatening your owner before leaving the cafe with some kicks on the door.

You looked at the mess on the floor. You grabbed the tray and started putting the leftovers on it. Why did you have to live in Senomon out of all those places? Couldn't it be Oya High?

Your eyes teared up feeling all the eyes on your helpless frame. You bit your lips when you saw a pair of leather shoe stepped in front of you. You looked up to see Nakamoto Yuta towering you with his long frame. Your eyes found his. You didnt know why you even searched empathy in his eyes. But found none to your dismay. Rather he just kept staring at you with his infamous expressionless eyes while putting his hand into his pocket. As if nothing had happened. As if it was the most regular thing you could see in a cafe. You looked away in disgust.

You started putting the foods on the tray. Did he have more insults to come in your way? Then you saw the leftovers near his right shoe. You scooted but paused expecting him to move aside for creating space for you. But he just started tapping the floor with his right heel feeling your eyes on his shoes.

Your eyes teared up in humiliation. You were literally hovering over his shoes and all he did was tapping the floor rhythmically! You could hear some customers talking shits and whistling at you. That was some jokes to them.

Tsukasa rushed towards you,"Y/N are you alright?" Before you could open your mouth to say it was alright, Nakamoto grabbed Tsuaksa's shoulder to stop him reaching you. Then pulled the blonde towards him by his collar.

"Tsukasa..long time no see.." he said clicking his tongue. Tsukasa just scoffed and was about to say something harsh when Nakamoto beat him on that.

"Do your charity in Oya High not here. Don't make me repeat. Leave." Nakamoto breathed out tracing the scar on Tsukasa's face which he had painted a month ago. Last thing you wanted right now was to get your friend involved into internal feuds of Senomon.

You looked at your friend with pleading eyes. He huffed," I will wait for you outside" The blonde spoke and left before sparing a long glance at the red suited guy.

You sighed in relief when Tsukasa left. But your relief didn’t last long when you heard a customer shouted,"Pick up the food slut. You deserved it!"

You looked pathetic and they enjoyed looking a person like this. That was how they live here after all.

You gave your last look at his shoe hovering over it. But he didn't move just kept staring at you. You sighed. What did you even expect from him? Move aside? At least that was how a human treated another out of courtesy. Did you really deserve this? In front of all the customers?

You took a deep breath. That was your job. There was nothing wrong with that. You kept repeating to yourself and extended your fingers to grab the food. His right shoe kicked the food away in a second when you were about to pick it up. Your lips parted in shock. Your eyes shot towards him in disbelief when you heard him,

"He doesn’t own you. I do"

You were speechless already. Your eyes shot widen when he bend down to your level. He tilted his head to the left and licked his lower lip,

"If you want to whore around babe,don't go seeking help in different regions. You know where to find me."

Your ears turned red in embarrassment hearing his words. And the boos from the customers worsened the situation. You looked away angrily. You had enough. Was it that easy to call you whore here and there. You stood up angrily holding the tray. You put the tray on the nearest table with a thump as he also stood up fixing his red jacket.

"I don't manwhore like you and your fucking leader! I'm anything but a whore,you motherfucker manwhore!" You screamed in one go shaking terribly in anger and didnt waste a minute to walk towards the counter. Making the whole cafe silent than ever had.

You heard him chuckle,". You are my whore butterfly the way I can be yours"

You looked back speechless. Was that man flirting with you in front of all the people? Or insulting you or insulting himself? You were paranoid now. Your eyes wander around to see some customers' eyes went wide just like yours.

If you were shock then,now you wanted the whole earth to swallow you up when he started walking towards you. Unbuttoning his red jacket slowly. Exposing his black v neck shirt showing underneath which was giving glimpse of his pale chest. His few hair strands falling on his wide forehead and the way his lips curved into a smirk... You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"That's fuckinh-public indecency!" You heard a teenage girl exclaimed oggling at his physiques shamelessly.

You took few steps backwards hitting the counter. He stopped few inches before you smirking. He just caged you between him and that damn marble counter. You closed your eyes in embarrassment when he lowered his face to match yours. His lips moved to your right earlobe. His hot breath on your face. You could even smell his cologne from there.

You blushed wild when his lips brushed against your earlobe. You swore your breath got hitched. Your fingers gripped the hem of your dress tight with closed eyes. Praying to God to save yourself from this sinful man. Your heart thumping out loud. Fearing it might bursted out inside your ribcage. He chuckled huskily seeing his effects on you. Then he whispered against your earlobe,

"That's how you rebel,sweetheart.. On your own. but I,Nakamoto Yuta,Do own you."

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Anti Hero | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Mafia boss Yuta thinks that your body belongs to him. He shows up one night, demanding to be let in. Can you resist him?

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, toxic relationship

Word Count: 2.1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was 10PM. Who was calling so late?

When you saw who was outside the door, your heart skipped a beat.

"Yuta," you gasped.

Yuta was leaning against the door frame, arms folded. His dark hair was scraped back into a top knot, and his powerful arms swelled with new definition in his leather jacket. There was a fresh scar on his jaw and an inky black dragon tattoo curled around his neck.

Yuta didn’t bother to hide the gun in his trousers. Maybe he wanted you to see it – to remind you of how many people he’d killed.

Yuta’s razor stare scraped up and down your body, making you feel naked in your silk nightdress.

"Hey, mama," Yuta purred. "It's been a while."

Yuta walked forwards, but before he could come inside, you slammed your hand across the door, blocking his entrance.

Yuta glared at your arm. Trembling, you fought the instinctive urge to move your hand away.

“You don't get to walk back into my life like that,” you hissed.

You were about to slam the door in his face, but something stopped you. It was the squeal of your five-year-old son Kenji.

"Daddy!" Kenji shrieked. He was running towards the door, chubby arms outstretched.

Yuta's scowl transformed into a dazzling smile. You were almost blown away by his handsomeness.

Yuta pulled his son into his arms and twirled him in the air. Kenji’s body swung in Yuta’s strong arms like a doll. He placed a kiss on his son's cheek, earning another happy squeal from the boy.

"Why you no come inside, daddy?" Kenji asked, running his curious fingers across the thick silver chain that hung around Yuta's neck.

"Don't worry, son. Daddy's home now."

Yuta pushed past you, son in his arms, and made his way into the apartment. As he passed, a knife glinted in Yuta’s back pocket.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You didn't want to make a scene in front of your son. Kenji still idolised his father, even though Yuta only bothered to show up once every few months.

You were the one who read Kenji bedtime stories every night, the one who helped him with his homework, the one who looked after him when he got sick. But none of that mattered when Yuta came home. He’d bring sweets and baby Balenciaga outfits, and would instantly become the favourite parent.

You bristled with anger as you watched Yuta put Kenji to bed.

Yuta handled your son with such care, he brushed his hair gently and smiled softly – you couldn’t recognise him. The Yuta you knew only used kisses to hurt you; he only used smiles to taunt you.

You couldn't do anything but watch, paralysed by fear or anger, you weren’t sure.

Once Kenji was asleep, Yuta came into the living room.

"It's nice to be home,” he said, stretching his arms. Beneath his vest, his taut brown muscles bore new tattoos - flames, a skull, a scorpion.

"Why the hell are you here? You were gone for three months. I thought you were dead.” You didn’t add that you desperately wished he was dead, too.

Yuta shrugged noncommittally. "It’s my house."

You scowled. Yuta hadn’t asked how you were, or how you’d been coping whilst he completed yet another mission for the mafia.

Yuta poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it.

You eyed the clock. It was almost midnight. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

You glanced down at what you were wearing - a silk nightdress that barely hid anything. You pulled on one sleeve of your cardigan.

"Don't."

Yuta's voice stopped you in your tracks. You dropped the cardigan, trembling.

"You look better without it," Yuta said, stalking across the room towards you.

You stepped back, instinctively, but Yuta kept walking closer. Soon your back was pressed against the wall, and you had nowhere to move.

Yuta's brown eyes bore into yours.

- Six months ago-

You stumbled through the front door, head spinning from that fourth cocktail.

Yuta was sitting on the sofa in the pitch-black living room. He was gripping his whiskey glass so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale.

"Where have you been?” he asked.

"I told you! Girls' night."

Yuta stood up, glaring. "Wearing that?" He gestured to your purple sparkly mini dress.

"Yes..." You pulled up one of the straps that had fallen off your shoulder. The warm buzz of the tequila was fading fast.

"I don't believe you," Yuta hissed. "I think you’re fucking someone behind my back.”

You gasped. "No!"

Yuta stormed towards you and pushed you against the wall. He wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look him in the eye.

"What have I told you about dressing like that?" He yelled.

"Shh! You'll... wake Kenji!"

You tried to pull his hand away from your throat, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let... me... go!" You said between gasps.

"Should I let my men have their way with you? You'd like that wouldn't you, slut?"

You flinched. Tears ran down your cheeks, smudging your mascara.

Yuta finally let go of your throat. You dropped to the floor, knees smacking against the wood. You struggled to catch your breath.

Yuta stood watching you as your breaths slowed to normal.

He held out his hand for you. "Don't cry," he said, voice slick.

Trembling, you took his hand. You had no other choice.

---

"I missed you," Yuta said. He ran his finger down your jaw.

"I want you gone," you spat.

Yuta chucked. "We all want things we can't have, darling."

You raised your hand, aiming to slap his cheek.

You brought your hand down, but Yuta caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek.

“You’re going to pay for that," He hissed.

Your heart started to race.

Before you could protest, Yuta leant forwards and kissed you on the mouth. He pressed his whole body against yours, trapping you against the wall.

Pushing him off was futile. Your strength was nothing in comparison to Yuta’s.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bedroom.

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The alarm clock read 3AM.

You were lying in bed, paralysed, unable to get to sleep.

Yuta was lying on his front, turned away from you. You watched the slow rise and fall of his naked chest.

When you were sure he was deep in sleep, you slipped out of the bed.

You tiptoed out of the room, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood. Yuta was a light sleeper, and any noise would wake him up.

You squinted as you navigated towards the living room, not daring to turn the lights on.

You spotted Yuta’s cargo bag in the corner. Your heart surged as you rushed towards it.

Hands trembling, you unzipped the bag and rummaged through it, searching for the stacks of dollar bills – but touched something cold and heavy instead.

You pulled it out. It was Yuta’s gun.

You dropped it instinctively, your breath tightening. But then you thought about your situation, about how dangerous Yuta was, and you willed yourself to pull it out of the bag.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to remember that one night, years ago, when you and Yuta were on a beach in Nagasaki. You were both drunk on pina coladas, and he’d taught you how to shoot a gun.

“So this is how you turn it on…”said Yuta, sliding the safety off.

“I thought you had to rub it to turn it on?” you chuckled.

You’d made love on the sand that night, with the sea breeze caressing your naked bodies, high off the power of wielding that gun. The Yuta you knew now was so different. What had you become?

Forcing your hands to stop trembling, you clicked off the safety.

There was a creak behind you.

“What are you doing?”

It was Yuta.

You spun around, pointing the gun.

Yuta was standing at the door, staring at you. Your blood ran cold.

“Do you really hate me that much? You don’t know how lucky you are.” Yuta took a step towards you.

“Don’t come any closer!” you shouted, pointing the gun in his face.

Yuta threw his head back and laughed wildly.

You stood there frozen, watching him. Your arms ached from holding the gun, which suddenly felt like it weighed a tonne.

When he stopped laughing, the look he gave you was so sinister that the hairs on the back of your neck literally stood on edge.

“You want to shoot me, bitch? Do it.”

You gulped, unmoving.

“Do it!” he shouted.

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle begging you to pull the trigger. You willed yourself to squeeze. All it would take was one small click…

But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You lowered the gun slowly. Tears trickled down your cheeks.

His face curled into a snarl. “I knew you couldn’t.”

Yuta lunged towards you, arms outstretched.

He closed the gap between you in less than a second. Yuta’s hands closed around the gun, pulling it out of your grasp.

You yelled.

BANG!

There was a ringing in your ears, then everything faded into silence. The smell of smoke flooded your senses, and something else too - rusty, organic, human.

In that moment, your whole relationship with Yuta flashed before your eyes - every teary night, every lazy morning, every fight, every kiss…

It was almost funny. You always knew Yuta would be the end of you, but you didn't think you'd go quite like this - shot down by the only man you’d ever loved.

You looked down at your chest for the bullet wound, but all you saw was untainted silk.

You frowned. Where was the blood?

You looked up at Yuta.

Then you saw it.

Yuta was clutching his chest, face contorted in agony. Fresh blood was pouring out from under where his hand was clamped.

He staggered backwards.

You gasped.

“Y/n…. you!” Yuta tried to speak, but his light was fading fast.

You dropped the gun, hands shaking.

Yuta slumped down onto the floor.

"Mommy?"

The sound of your five-year-old made you gasp.

You turned to the door to see your son, Kenji. His face was puffy with sleep, and his black hair was stuck up in all directions. He was clutching his hello kitty plushie to his chest.

"Honey, close your eyes!” You said a little too loudly. “Let's… play hide and seek!"

You prayed Kenji hadn't noticed his father’s body on the floor.

The little boy obediently pressed his palms against his eyes and started counting.

The pool of blood by Yuta’s body had grown. His face was pale, drained of colour. He had gone completely still.

You allowed yourself a sigh. He was gone. You were free.

You pulled the blanket off the couch and threw it over Yuta's body. Then you ran to your son, who's eyes were still closed, and picked him up.

You rummaged under the cupboard under the sink for the backpack of essentials you'd hidden in case you ever needed to escape.

Then, with Kenji tucked firmly into your arms, you left.

The cold air was biting, but right now, it felt like heaven. Despite your tears, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop shivering, despite the strange feeling that you’d lost a part of you… you were happy.

You sat on a bench as Kenji slept on your lap.

You pulled out your phone and dialled a number, the only one you’d memorised, apart from Yuta’s.

It was the number of your childhood friend, who worked in a cafe across town. He was cocky and a little too loud, but he was sweet, and most importantly, he was trustworthy.

It rang twice before picking up.

A sleepy voice grumbled across the phone. "Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"Haechan? Can you come get me? I’ll… explain later."

There was silence. "Is it... him?"

You smiled, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "He's gone."

Haechan let out a relieved sigh. "I'm on my way.

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