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08 : Aftermath Of Confessions

GENRE ― nct as mafia, txt as mafia, college!au

SUMMARY ― It took a week for Natalie to wake-up, causing her loved ones to worry. But as soon as she woke-up, what she wanted had finally come true.

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ― mentioned of stab wounds, blood, mentioned of child-trafficking, slight angst at first but fluff in the end.

previous chapter (chapter 7)

"I'll call you back, Mum.... Yes, yes I will. Okay!.... I will call you instantly when she wakes up, please mother... Bye." Taeyong ended the call with a loud sigh, exiting his office of 127's residence.

A knowing figure was standing until she saw him.

"...Babe?"

As soon as he called her, Yelena ran onto his arms, pulling him to her.

He rested his head on her nape, releasing a shaky sigh.

Taeyong immediately called his long-time girlfriend, a few days after Natalie was safely being put in Kun's aid.

And a day after the surgery to stitch her deep wounds, Kun had to call Taeyong, who decided to inform Mark to come – Mark too, because he deserved to know, right after his confession that day.

"..Everything is fine, Taeil hyung and I fixed her broken nose and we stitched her wounds," Kun informed and Taeyong nodded.

"..So now all we have to do is to wait for her to wake up." Kun added, looking towards the leaders. "Days of expectations?" Taeyong asked, eyes frowning towards the Wayv leader.

Mark could only stand behind Taeyong, he is broken, he just wants Natalie to wake up.

"Two days, again it depends on each individual's body." Kun nods slightly, and Taeyong's eyes fall towards the sleeping Natalie – who was at the other side of the clear glass window.

But Natalie wouldn't open her eyes two days after the surgery, which made Taeyong all bothered and crazy that everyone could see him go insane.

Both Mark and Kun had to calm him down saying that she was fine, her blood and heart rate was all normal.

Taeyong was beyond worried that he called his girlfriend.

"It's been nearly a week, Yelena." Taeyong frowns, "I don't know what to do if she―

"Don't say that! Please, don't say that." Yelena harshly cuts him off at first, "Natalie is a strong girl, Tae. She is your sister, one of the Lees'. I thought you said all Lees' are strong." She tried to calm him down, knowing he needed someone by now.

Taeyong nodded slowly, then hearing a soft sigh and Yelena rubbing his back to comfort him. "Everything is going to be okay,”

"Can you stay with me?" Taeyong pulled her arm slightly, "Sleep-over, until she wakes up"

Yelena smiled slightly, before squeezing his cheek. "As you wish, Mr Lee."

"Thank you," Soobin turned towards the two members of Wayv who let him enter Kun's aiding room.

Nearly a few days had passed, and Soobin was getting better, thanks to the leader of Wayv.

The technology and injections NCT had in-stored were so insane that Soobin himself didn't know most of the drugs had in his body, his body was surprisingly back to normal.

Although his left hand was completely fractured and one of his legs was limping, it wasn't that bad for him.

Speaking of normal, his memories, all of it was back.

Even the events that were years ago had come back, and he started to remember again.

That includes remembering the last words he said to Natalie back in the programme dorm room and the past conversation he made when he reunited with Natalie again.

"You're welcome! You are Natalie's friend! So you are considered our friend too!" Yangyang said with a wide smile.

Soobin can't help but smile sadly, he never had friends – real friends, Natalie was an exception.

"Thanks," Soobin awkwardly smiled and Hendery kind of noticed his awkward self that he nudged onto Yangyang.

"You're being too positive, you are pressuring him!" Hendery apologetically smiled at Soobin as he could only shake his head.

"I had no friends, except for Natalie. She used to be.. until Kingpin happened. Regardless, she is still my friend." Soobin said and there were positive smiles coming from the two Wayv members.

Their feet brought to Natalie's recovery room, and Yangyang was the first one to notice a member in the room.

He could recognize him from the back of his head.

"Mark is in there, hold on." Yangyang knocked on the door, entering the room.

Soobin was watching them from the inside, until he met Mark’s eyes.

The NCT Dream leader was frowning, it looks like Yanyang was convincing him since he finally nodded.

“Soobin, you can come in!” Yangyang called him in, Hendery encouraged the tall boy to enter since he got a green light.

Soobin awkwardly enters the room, but his eyes soon fall towards the platinum haired girl and that’s when his emotions start to get the best of him.

Soobin could already feel his lips trembling.

“I trust you,” Mark said, “...Well I have to, she really cared for you.” Mark gestured towards Natalie, before leaving the tall boy alone in the room.

After knowing he was alone, Soobin finally let out his tears, as he held onto her cold hands.

“...T-thank you, Natalie.” Soobin sobs, “I’m sorry for calling you a brat. I still remember my last words to you and remembering it now, I was a dick.” He confessed with a pout and trembling lips.

“I remember everything now,” Soobin held onto her hand tightly.

“Please wake-up, Nat. Please,” Soobin cried out, putting a strand of her hair behind her ears – his finger brushing through her skin. Even her face feels cold.

Soobin poked her cheek, it was an act of affection between the two of them back when they were so young, back in the programe school.

“Everyone misses you, I miss you”

A day has passed, and it has been exactly a week now.

“Ow! Watch it, Jeno!”

“Sorry, baby!”

“You nearly tripped my crutches!” Sylvia glared towards the boy, and Jeno instantly pouted. “I said I am sorry…”

Sylvia could only sigh, while pulling onto his hand.

Jaemin on the other hand was eyeing Irina who had bandages on both of her arms.

He was kind of worried, actually he looked like he froze as soon as he found his girlfriend’s friends state, the both of them.

He saw a lot of blood that day, compared to other days with the Dream boys for the missions.

Irina had blood spilled on her hands, both of them, both her blood and the blood of Soobin’s brothers.

Apparently, Irina had taken out two chips of the two boys, while Sylvia took out one.

Jaehyun took out another for the two girls.

It was a red, bloody mess. That’s all Jaemin and Jeno could describe.

The two girls finally saw Natalie and their eyes widened.

Sylvia was trying to hurry but she realised her condition that Jeno helped her.

Irina wasn't able to touch her due to her fingers being bandaged as well as her arms.

“..Come on, Nat.” Irina called out, “...It’s been a week.” She continued.

“You missed a lot of stuff, your new launch of skin care, Mark basically keeping himself shut in his room for a few days, Sylvia finding the crutches a pain in the ass knowing she can’t even walk if she didn’t use it, Jaemin cried by the way, what else…?” Irina basically listed out the things that had happened for the week.

“You kind of forget Taeyong hyung losing the bright colour on his face,” Jeno added and Irina nodded. “Oh yeah! As what he said, your brother… he isn’t doing well.” Irina sighed.

“....And you forgot to tell her about the kids,” Sylvia added this time and Irina gestured to her to explain this time.

“Okay, so, the kids that you had found that day. Taeyong, 127 consiglieres, Kun and Mark had a meeting about them,” Sylvia added with a smile, “Taeyong suggested making an orphanage for the kids that has been sold or abandoned.”

“You don’t have to worry about their well being though. Some of the Elinovas girls wanting to pitch in – Aurora, Katerina, Yelena and Adriana donated sets of clothes, like a lot. Yelena mainly pitches in money, more to their funds and needs, you know like food and all.” Sylvia added proudly, like those girls are business women and she is happy for what they contribute.

“So for now, Kun is in-charge of the orphanage, basically like a dean in our school.” Sylvia added, earning nods of confirmation from the other three.

“...I guess that’s it,” Sylvia frowns, while looking at the others who only shrug.

“Oh yeah, I heard Mark confessed to her.” Sylvia turns to Jeno, he turns towards Jaemin who gives him a frown. “..You should ask Mark himself, he was the one who―

A slight groan was heard from Natalie, and their head instantly snapped towards her – seeing her eyes fluttering slightly, as well as her fingers starting to move.

“Jeno! Jaemin! Call the others, now!”

Taeyong and Mark were the first one to run to Wayv’s residence – and for the first time, everyones sees the both of them running full speed, well during missions they ran fast but not the usual full speed.

By the time they came to Kun’s aiding room where Natalie is, the two boys were still there along with Sylvia and Irina.

This was the moment for the two girls to leave. “We’ll be waiting outside, we will probably hang out in Wayv’s living room.” Irina excused herself, holding onto Natalie’s which the girl weakly squeezed her hand.

“Thank you again,” Natalie weakly called out.

"..Anything for my bestfriend," She smiled followed by a wink, Jaemin following his girlfriend behind.

“Hey, you,” Sylvia slightly turned towards Natalie with her crutches, “..We will come by time to time, for now have a good rest.” She waved slightly, Natalie watched the four of them leaving.

Natalie’s eyes then moved towards Taeyong and Mark with a weak smile. “Hi.” She softly greeted, seeing Mark’s small smile, turning towards Taeyong.

Taeyong can’t help but look at her in amazement.

He quietly went towards her, and gave her a hug and he might put a bit of pressure on the hug that Natalie winced in pain.

“Sorry, sorry!” Taeyong mumbled and Natalie wanted to sit up but again, she was met with a throbbing pain on her side, causing the two men to go to her side – aiding her to sit up slowly.

Natalie’s eyes met with Mark, and somehow her cheeks turned warmth as soon as his voice echoed through mind.

‘.....I love you so much….’

‘....you’re the first girl I love…...’

The two didn’t realise that both of them were literally staring into each others’ eyes and Taeyong couldn't help but clear his throat, kind of sulky that they forgot that he was there.

Natalie instantly broke eye contact, thanking Mark slightly as he smiled awkwardly.

“You did it, Nat. You took out the chip from Soobin.” Taeyong congratulated and Natalie’s eyes instantly widened. “Soobin.. Soobin!?! What about him?! Is he―

“He is fine," Taeyong cuts her off. "...well his whole left arm was broken according to Kun.. But nonetheless, he is healthy, his memories are back, even the old ones and he is normal.” Taeyong recalled with a slight smile.

“A few days ago, he came here.” Mark added, and Natalie nodded – as long as he is back and he is normal, everything should be fine.

“How is he? But he is Kingpin's… Speaking of Kingpin, did Irina and Sylvia…?” Natalie recalled, frowning deeply as she tried to remember.

“... Irina, plus the help of Mark, erased the information of all the children he abducted. That includes Soobin and his four brothers.” Taeyong gestured to Mark, and Natalie turned towards Mark seeing him smiling slightly.

“....Aside from that, Irina and I kind of altered Soobin’s personal information, as well his other brothers,” Mark said, “..Irina told me about his family history… we just erased Kingpin’s name as his guardian since he is already legal enough to live independently.”

Natalie quickly sighed in relief as she leaned back, her tensed shoulders slumped down comfortably.

“...But that doesn’t mean we caught Kingpin.” Taeyong added, and there was a worried look on her face. “He is… too slippery to kill.”

Sensing Natalie worrying, Mark quickly holds onto her hands to support her – giving her a look that it will be okay.

Although Kingpin was still out there, her eyes started to fill with tears, knowing that everything was over – mainly for Soobin, he didn’t have to suffer again.

Taeyong watches her quietly, probably knowing this is what she wants in the first place.

His phone out of nowhere rang and Taeyong knew who it was, seeing his mother’s name on the screen.

'Mother'

“Well, our birth giver has finally called.” Taeyong showed his phone to Natalie as she could only chuckle while taking his phone, insisting she wants to answer.

“What did she say?”

Natalie passed the phone to him, “...She was crying, kind of nagging afterwards.” Natalie looks at Taeyong with a shrug, earning a ‘told you so’ look from Taeyong.

“...They are going to come tomorrow, wish me luck. Dad is definitely gonna nag at me.” Natalie sighed, rubbing her temple in frustration.

Taeyong surprisingly looks at her, “Dad nags at you too?”

“Yeah..? Why do you look so surprised?”

“All this while I thought Dad favoured you more than me.. That you can get away from anything.” Taeyong confessed and Natalie scoffed.

“I did get away with other things but this,” Natalie paused, “...I don’t know man.. But Tae, I get nagged too. Just like how they nag at you for ridiculous stuff and them having more expectations just because you are the first born…”

Taeyong’s eyes widened slightly towards the platinum haired girl.

He was surprised she knew.

“...They have expectations of me too.” Natalie muttered, really they do.

Their parents wanted their two children to live up the Lee name, which Natalie thinks it’s just.....

She doesn’t even know what to describe. Show off?

Taeyong warmly smiled at her, holding onto her hand. “..I’m glad we… could relate to each other then.”

Natalie returned him a smile, gripping onto his hand.

Taeyong’s eyes then turned towards Mark who was watching siblings interaction – deciding that maybe he should leave his sister and the boy to have some alone time.

“Now that you are awake, I’ll leave you to Mark then,” Taeyong out of nowhere stood up, “I’ll call Yelena since she wants to see you as soon as you are awake so…”

He walked out of the room, leaving the frowning Natalie and a surprised Mark.

“Well, that was all of a sudden, but okay.” Natalie commented, turning towards Mark with a small smile.

“So, how are you?”

“...Well, other than worrying sick for someone, I’m all good.” Mark jokingly answered and Natalie chuckled softly, knowing he meant herself.

Natalie stared at him for a while, seeing him caught the way she looked at him – instead of looking away, Mark decided to return her gaze.

“Mark, I..” Natalie started softly, “..I can’t believe I am saying this,” She muttered slightly, “..when I blacked out, I kind of heard your voice.” She recalled.

“..You said I was the first girl you love,” Natalie said, her eyes locking with his.

Mark watches her for a while, before leaning towards her - one of his arms supporting his body while the other cupping one of her cheeks as he kisses her.

Natalie’s eyes widened for a second, before leaning against him and she kissed him back. She saw how he looked when he kissed her, though his eyes were closed, he still looked beautiful.

Mark let go of her slowly, “I love you, Natalie.”

“I know,” Natalie winks at him, seeing him looking all shy. “...I love you too, Mark.” Natalie held onto his hand as he scooted neared towards her, sitting on her bed.

Mark quietly caressed her hair, “You know, you told me the day we first became friends and you said you hated your hair colour.”

Natalie sighed, “...Yeah, I still hate it. I wanted to dye it brown or black but my parents didn’t allow it.”

“But you look pretty with platinum blonde though, I have never seen you with dark colours but I’m sure you still look pretty too.” Mark complimented and Natalie slightly pouted.

“You always say that. ‘Pretty’ is your favourite word.”

Mark smirked, “That’s because it’s you. That’s my favourite word for you, pretty.”

Natalie scoffed at him slightly, he sounded like he was flirting.

“So,” Mark called, leaning against her, seeing her smile starting to get wide as he stopped inches away from her face.

Mark glances from her eyes then to her lips, before making it way back.

He was holding himself back from giving her more kisses, already feeling how plump her lips are.

“Natalie, will you be my girlfriend?”

Natalie frowns, and Mark’s expression falls slowly.

‘Don’t tell me she is going to reject me.’

“What kind of question is that?” Natalie pecked a quick kiss on his lips, completely caught Mark off guard.

“Of course I will be your girlfriend, Mark.”

Due to her huge stab wounds, Kun told Taeyong that Natalie needed more time to heal – hence she had to stay more in Kun’s aiding room.

Mark volunteered to take care of Natalie, and he never fails to show up everyday – although he has missions to handle, but thanks to the Dreamies who told Mark that they are confident to continue without the leader.

Mark supported her whenever she wanted to try to walk, he was being really patient whenever Natalie couldn’t get to stand up properly.

“...Why can’t my legs function!? It’s just my kidney area getting stabbed a few times, it doesn’t even directly link to my legs!” Natalie shouted in annoyance, particularly towards her pair of legs while Mark was holding her closely to prevent her from falling.

“..Nat, calm down.”

“I can’t calm down! I want to walk! I want to continue my normal routine and join you guys! I can’t go on a date with you sooner if I stayed in bed longer!”

Mark’s expression softens, definitely not able to hide his smile although his girlfriend is fuming in frustration.

“We still can go on a date, babe.” Mark said simply, and Natalie turned towards Mark with a deep frown.

“I actually consider this session as a date, actually me visiting you everyday is a date for me.” He said seriously, and Natalie looks at him with a slightly wide eye – then looking away from him as she sighs.

“I’m sorry. I just feel.. frustrated.” Natalie muttered before smiling at him. “..But.. since you said this is a date, do you want to cuddle with me after this walking session?” She winked and Mark let out a shocking scoff followed by a wide smile.

“Hey! I’m supposed to be the one to lead you in this relationship! I’m the guy here!”

Mark whines and Natalie suddenly grabs his arm, somehow pulling him rather roughly – his face stops right in front of hers, smirking at him.

“Who said guys have to be the one to lead, baby?”

Mark had a smile slowly forming on his lips, eyes moving to her lips before moving to her eyes, he really couldn’t resist himself from just kissing her roughly but he knew Natalie was still injured.

So he just softly kissed her on the lips, then tracing her lips with his fingers – he has a thing for how her lips feel like, it was soft and plump.

Clearly the two were having their own moment, like their faces are inches away from each other – Mark holding her close to him, and Natalie having the heart eyes for him that they clearly didn’t notice a few people basically creeping on them.

“Okay, I had enough of basically watching my little—

Lucas slightly pushed Taeyong who was blocking the way. “Ayyy, Mark! Get her!”

“Wooo! My new power couple now!” Hendery cheered, earning a chuckle from Yangyang.

Kun and Winwin gave Mark a knowing look – more like a look where they knew she would like him back, followed by the rest of Wayv members who could only openly smirked at the couple – specifically Ten.

And then came Haechan entering the room with a hamper, “Wow, finally loser. I’m sick of being the ‘yes’ man and in the end you are back to square one.” then came along with Jeno and Jaemin bringing more hampers.

Renjun came to the couple, giving them a soft side hug – the couple didn’t even move, it was as if they were still frozen to what had happened.

“Congrats, Mork.” Chenle pats the leader’s shoulder, followed by Jisung smirking towards the couple while pointing towards the both of them.

When Mark thought that was all of them, then came 127 members with more gifts such as Johnny entering with balloons that had Natalie’s initials, Taeil bringing a teddy bear and Jaehyun looked like he brought cupcakes.

Yuta came in, shooting finger hearts to the stunned couple then giving Mark a proud nod.

Finally Doyoung and Jungwoo entered, smiling towards the couple before Doyoung noticed Natalie and Mark’s expression.

The whole squad was in Kun’s aiding area.

“...Did.. we disturbed your moment?” Doyoung teased and Mark blinked slightly before turning towards Natalie who gave him a slight smile.

They turned towards him with a sarcastic smile.

“Yes.”

next chapter would be the end of this series sadly. :(

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slytherinshua · 25 days

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YOUR WOUNDS WRAPPED WITH MY LOVE

genre. fluff. tiny bit of angst. mafia au. warnings. descriptions of a stab wound. blood. knives and guns. some profanity. kissing. they kinda argue but very mildly. i researched a little on how to treat wounds but pls don't expect it to be too accurate 😭. pairing. fiancé!jeno x reader. wc. 1.5k. request. no. a/n. so ever since the concept trailers this jeno has been the only thing on my mind I swear 😔 and nursing trope is one of my fav tropes ever so I joined the two together and was very delulu 👍

“Again?” You asked, less than happy at the sight of the tall man who stood against the doorframe, one hand clutching his side painfully. Lee Jeno always disappeared without warning on another mission only to return, usually injured, for you to patch him up. You had urged him to hire an actual medic for the job, but he refused, saying he didn’t trust anyone but you to get that close to him. That was a few years back when the occasions for it were still rare. You were alarmed at how often he seemed to be going out, and returning with increasingly worse injuries.

Your knowledge and skill with patching up wounds— dagger wounds, bruises and scrapes from physical altercations, hell, even gunshot wounds— was a lot better than years ago. You were confident in your ability to get your fiancé back to health, but you weren’t pleased with how often you had to. No matter how much you pleaded with him to let his body rest, he would more often than not, be out again just hours after you had tended to his bleeding body.

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled out. You would have been shocked by how hoarse his voice had become if this was the first time, but you were all too used to it. Your heart still clenched painfully seeing him in that state.

He could barely walk, blood dripping a little from where his hand pressed tightly to his left side, his face scrunched in pain as laboured irregular breaths left his mouth.

“Come here. Sit down. Tell me what happened.” You said quietly, already having gotten out the box of medical supplies. You were ready with the bottle of saline already, but it wasn’t anywhere near the top of Jeno’s worries. From the tone of your voice, he could tell you were mad at him. Or maybe it was mostly disappointment? A touch of worry, perhaps.

He made his way towards you, carefully limping towards the bed until he could gently lower himself onto it with his weight supported by the bedframe. He sat still as you gently took off his shirt, eyes assessing the dark red spot that stained the side of his stomach and up his ribcage. You glanced up to his face, and he met your eyes for half a second with a slow breath out.

“Knife. It’s not that deep, I stopped their hand before they could push it in very far.” He whispered, and then shut his eyes tightly when you dabbed a little at the wound with a soft wet cloth soaked in saline.

“Are you staying for long?” You asked, guarding your heart for what his answer would be. You loved Jeno— you loved him more than anything, and you tried to be as selfless as you could regarding him and his job. You never put up a fuss about having to patch him up, and you only ever gently tried to persuade him to be more careful. But it was hard, really hard. You couldn’t help but be hopeful that he might be able to stay for a bit longer with you. You hated how you only seemed to be seeing him to treat his wounds for the past month.

But it only reminded you of how he was by far the most selfless person you knew.

Countless threats had always been looking for Jeno’s weakness. And you happened to be the most vital one. You were unspeakably precious to him, and unfortunately, his rivals knew that. Of course, he did everything he could to protect you. You trusted him with your life. There was no one else who you would ever trust as much as him. And he had never lost your trust. You had never even had a scratch delivered to you. But the tradeoff of the protection that Jeno made sure you had was his own life being put at risk almost every day.

Every cut, stab, or bruise that littered his fair skin were marks of how determined he was to keep you safe. The least you could do was treat his body in return with your gentle hands, wiping away the blood, wrapping the wounds carefully, and stitching them up when needed.

Jeno answered your question with only a silent nod yes. Although relief filled your body that he wouldn’t be out again immediately, you still focused on the more important task at hand. You could enjoy his company once he wasn’t bleeding.

“Are they still after you?” You rummaged around in the box for the antibiotic ointment, dabbing a bit on your finger before leaning closer to apply it. “This’ll sting.” You muttered as a warning before dabbing the wound as carefully as you could. Jeno tensed up, his fingers bunching up the sheet of the bed as he did his best to stay still.

“Talk to me. It’ll help distract you.” You told him, pausing your application of the antibiotics to rest a hand on his shoulder, providing a small bit of comfort.

“They’re… They’re after you, not me. You know that.” He whispered out as you continued to treat the wound. “They can’t take me by themselves— they’d be fucking stupid to try. I made sure that they won’t bother us for at least a month. I’ll have to talk to Renjun and Donghyuck about our next course of action.” You hummed in understanding, grabbing the roll of gauze next.

“You need to rest your body, Jeno.” You said quietly. You could tell he was about to protest, so you interrupted quickly, “Doctor’s orders. Don’t pull anymore dumb shit.”

“It’s not dumb shit. It’s to protect you.” He argued back, clenching his jaw.

You sighed, starting to wrap the white cloth around his waist, “I know. But you said yourself that you have a month. At least for a week of that month, you need to rest and recover.”

Your fiancé seemed unsettled at the thought of a whole week of rest; a week of letting his guard down. It was almost unheard of for him. He knew from experience that as soon as he let himself relax, something unexpected would happen. But maybe you were right. Maybe a week of rest is what he needed.

You secured the wrap tightly, and mumbled out how you were all done. Jeno just stared at you while you cleaned up, soaking up the face he hadn’t gotten a chance to study for the past month. He felt incredibly guilty for how often he had been gone, and even more so for how often he had let you see him like this. He knew you hated it, but you never complained. He didn’t deserve you.

“I love you.” He spoke suddenly, interrupting the cold silence of the room. You shut the metal drawer slowly, back still turned to him as you let a small smile grow on your face. You hadn’t heard those words from him in a while. You turned back to sit down next to him again, your eyes staring into his.

“Won’t you say it back?” He whispered, reaching for your hand; your left hand, the one that adorned that diamond ring he had given you months prior. You let him pull you closer as his right hand enclosed over your left. His fingers felt a bit rough, but they were warm and comfortable. With his left hand on the back of your neck, he gently guided you forward until his lips closed over yours.

You could just barely taste the metallicness of blood from the slight cut to his bottom lip. But you didn’t focus on it, too absorbed in the gentleness of his kiss and how perfectly his lips felt against yours even after years had passed. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath.

You pecked his lips again, “I love you too. Always.”

He visibly relaxed at your words and dropped his head to your shoulder. You sighed, threading your fingers through the hair at the bottom of his neck, holding him closely. He shuddered quietly, and you frowned.

“Cold?” Your hand ran up and down his back slowly, feeling goosebumps rise from the chill. You traced one of the many scars that marked him, stopping at the dip of his scapula and muscle. You reached behind your back, feeling around along the mattress for a blanket. You caught hold of it and gently draped it around Jeno.

You smiled fondly at the way he nestled his head a little closer to the crook of your neck. From his breath, you figured he was already almost asleep. You didn’t want to disturb his sleep, but you knew the position would quickly get uncomfortable, so you shifted his head down to your chest and laid back until you hit the mattress. He didn’t protest at all, but shifted into a comfortable spot in his half-asleep state. With his head on your chest, his arm around your waist, and his legs tangled with yours, you found the new position to be much more promising for getting good sleep.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead and made sure the blanket covered his body before you closed your eyes as well.

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peanutpinet · 7 months

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The Bat & Dove - Jeno Mafia (racer) x fem reader

Synopsis: In the public’s eye, NCT was just like any other celebrity agency with some of the neos being actors, famous racers, athletes, and other public figures. Jeno was one of the racers of NCT in front of the public but behind all of the public’s eye and cameras was an introverted yet smart racer who could memorise every single track that he had been on and could calculate anything he targeted. But one thing that he couldn’t figure out was his feelings towards a certain modest girl.

Warnings: Floof before the storm, cursing, drug usage, kidnapping inflicting pain, illegal fight, racing, near rape themes, angst, torture

A/N: I swear Jeno has suddenly gotten me writing a long-ass fic for him and about mafia :)) I ain't complaining cause The Bat Video and Performance is just 🤌🏼 Also, if any of you have been here since my first few NCT fics, this is a slight spin-off of Taeyong x Medic Girl fic (my 3rd NCT fanfic). And now, your author shall go back and figure out another fic whilst attending SMtown on Saturday :]

Taeyong x Medic Girl: pt 1

Never did you think that in your whole life, you would be flying in a first-class seat heading towards Milan, Italy with your boyfriend of one year, Jeno Lee, the famous racer in South Korea. The one who would always win the race no matter the circumstances.

You and Jeno met almost 2 years ago when you were working part-time for your local cafe and had to cover for your friend who always does the night shift. It was your first night shift and everything was going well until you had to close up for the night.

You were taking out the trash when there were a gang of drunk college students who tried to touch you when you clearly had no energy to fight back. Luckily enough, Jeno and his friends were right around the corner when it happened and something about that night, Jeno who is typically a rather quiet, introverted member of NCT decided to fight back.

Jeno managed to stop the college students before they did anything further. Jeno looked over towards you and nudged you to go back inside of the cafe which you did without questioning him. Not long after, Jeno came into the cafe to check up on you.

Seeing his slightly bruised knuckles, you told Jeno to sit down and helped clean his injuries and wounds. After that incident, Jeno decided to watch you from afar whenever you had night shift and the rest was basically history.

You weren’t someone who came from an elite family at all. Instead, you came from a simple family that earns slightly more than enough to live. When you met Jeno, you were in your final semester of university and working part-time to earn some sort of whereas he was already a well-known racer in the country.

Shortly after you graduated, Jeno asked you to be his girlfriend and even managed to help you get a job that pays you well to help your parents. Even though you can earn on your own now, Jeno would still shower you with gifts that you had always wanted and more. Jeno would also often invite you to hang out with him and his friends, to get to know his group so that you would have some company whenever you attend his races.

But this time, it was an international race and Jeno insisted that you come because he had an extra ticket to watch his racing but also he wanted you to be able to explore other parts of the world with him. You were always there for him after a long day and would always take care of him without knowing much and he wants to return the favour. But also seeing you smile just brightens Jeno’s day.

Upon reaching the hotel, Jeno asked if you were alright to stay and sleep in the same room with him because he’s worried whenever you’re alone which you were alright but you nervously told him that you had never slept on the same bed with a guy before.

“Don’t worry, love. If you’re nervous, I can ask to change our room to two separate beds. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I just worry whenever you’re alone but I promise that I’ll give you all the privacy you need” Jeno mentioned, putting both your suitcases as you explore the huge room that you’re not used to at all

“Jen, there’s no need to. I trust you. I trust that you won’t cross my boundaries. Plus, this room is huge, there’s more than enough space to have some sort of privacy” you replied, looking out the view from the balcony of the room

“I’m glad that you trust me so much. I promise that I’ll make this trip unforgettable” Jeno mumbled, back hugging you as he kissed the side of your temple, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck

Because you were staying for a full week, the first 2 days were just filled with you and Jeno exploring the city, occasionally getting lost together but stumbled upon some sort of local cafe or even park. By the 3rd day, Jeno had his race and had already been preparing since early in the morning, not forgetting to kiss your forehead and left a note before he left.

Waking up to a lighter bed, you found a box with a note attached to it. “I got it before I asked you to come with me because either way, you would eventually come. I hope that you’ve been enjoying your holiday because I know that I have. You have always been so caring and loving to me. I know that I’ve spoiled you here and there but just this one time, throughout our time in Milan, let me spoil you like a princess. Let me show you how much I care and adore you because I know that you’re the one for me. Go on, princess, put on your gown and come to be my good luck charm so that I can show you how much you mean to me” - your little puppy disguised as a wolf

Opening the box, you were shocked to see a gorgeous white buttoned dress matched with a simple handbag and shoes. Taking a picture of the box and note, you sent it to Jeno who almost replied immediately and texted you that he had hair & makeup on their way along with breakfast. Jeno also mentioned to Renjun, Yangyang, and Shotaro would be there to pick you up since Haechan and Jaemin were with him.

After you’ve gotten your hair & makeup done, you hear a knock on your door and when you open it, it was Renjun, Yangyang and Shotaro, just as Jeno mentioned. You thanked the hair & makeup team as they left your room as the 3 men waited for you to finish your breakfast which you offered to them.

“Don’t worry about us, we already had breakfast a while ago” Renjun mentioned

“Are you excited to see Jeno race in an international competition?” Yangyang asked and you shyly nod. “Jeno was right when he said that you were shy. But it’s alright. Just enjoy yourself during this trip. Come on, let’s go!! The race is gonna start soon” Yangyang exclaimed as you took your things and headed out with the 3 males.

Arriving at the racing track, you and the 3 males went to the designated seat which were in a nice middle spot to see the entire track and you could even see your boyfriend getting ready by the pit stop with his other friends, Jaemin and Haechan.

As the announcer mentioned that the race was about to start, all the racers went to their designated cars to get ready to race.

Jeno’s POV

“Remember, it’s that one over there, number 712. The copycat as I like to name them” Haechan mentioned, nudging towards the racer and car that was already by the track

“Hmm. I’ve been eyeing them since the moment they stepped foot in this place” I replied, putting on his glove and taking my helmet from Jaemin

“Don’t interact when unnecessary. We’re just here to make sure that they’re not going to pull anything today. But just in case, there’s an emergency box underneath your seat. Plus, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo hyung are in the area to watch over” Jaemin mentioned

“I know. I’m not worried about what’ll happen to us. I’m more worried about (y/n)” I mentioned, turning around to see (y/n) in the crowd with the others

“She’ll be alright. The 3 of them are with her. Yangyang is a skilful shooter, Shotaro is amazing in combat and Renjun is a doctor + hacker. Plus, as Jaemin mentioned, our three reliable hyungs are here. There’s nothing to worry about” Haechan mentioned, shrugging

“Keep an eye on their team, I’ll deal with the driver” I replied, putting on my helmet and driving towards the track

Before the race actually started, I kept a close eye on the target that Taeyong-hyung instructed.

Flashback

“I received news that our copycat gang will be racing in the Italian Grand Prix which you will also be attending along with the 00 liners” Taeyong mentioned, pushing the information towards me

“What do you need us to do? Kill them? Kidnap them? Take them down? Expose them?” I questioned, flipping through all the information that Taeyong gave

“They’re known as a fraud. They tend to pretend to be one of our gang because no one truly knows who is part of our main gang like you in Dream, WayV, 127, aside from me, Mark and Kun being the leaders since it would only just be the 3 of us whenever we go to meetings. Take them down. Expose them as the frauds they are. But don’t. kill. them.” Taeyong mentioned and I closed the information looking back at our leader

“Why would you think that I would kill them?” I asked, raising my eyebrow

“Because you’re going with your girlfriend. And I’m sure that whatever happens to her, you’re not going to sit tight. You’re probably going to see red everywhere and without thinking, you might actually kill one of them upon sight. I know my members, Jeno. You’re one of them that never misses a shot. You’re also quiet and reserved but you pay attention to every detail. That’s why nothing ever gets missed by you. Especially when it comes to your girlfriend” Taeyong explained, sipping on his coffee

“Nothing will happen to her. And how did you know that I was going to bring (y/n)?!” I asked

“Like I said, I know my members. But take it from someone who also has a significant other whilst being part of this, even though my girlfriend is part of our world, one thing for sure is that we will never be alright with them getting hurt. But the job is just as important, Jeno. I’m not saying that you neglect your girlfriend. I just want you to know that unless it’s just the two of you or it’s a completely cornered situation, don’t abandon or change your mission. I also have DoJaeJung to come with you since they’ll be attending their respective brands’ event” Taeyong mentioned. “So, I hope to not hear any killing. Not until you bring them back to me alive at least” Taeyong added on

Back to the Present

As I remembered my conversation with Taeyong hyung, the race finally started and I stepped on the gas, hard. Not only was my goal to win this race but I wasn’t going to let some frauds use our group’s name and get all the credit. No, I was going to make them look bad.

As I was halfway through my laps, I started to hear that other drivers and their cars were being hijacked and thus injuring the drivers. “Jen, that copycat of a group hijacked the other cars since they were the first to come. But Jaemin and I have already checked your car and removed everything that wasn’t supposed to be there. Yet, it looks like he knows that nothing is happening to your car so he’s catching up on you” I heard Haechan comment in my ear-in

“They don’t know that we’re actually part of NCT, right?” I asked, eyeing from my mirror and seeing the 712 guy catching up

“Nope. Just as Taeyong-hyung mentioned, they only know that you’re Lee Jeno the undefeatable racer from South Korea. They have no idea that you’re the Jeno Lee from NCT” Haechan replied

“Good. I’ll give them something to be worried about” I scoffed, stepping on the gas and seeing that 712 was still catching up through my left side and was leaning in until I saw the opportunity and put my car in reverse and went past their car as they hit the wall and I continued on and win the race

Going out of my car, I took off my helmet and was welcomed with a big hug from Haechan and Jaemin along with a wild roar from the crowd as the announcer announced that I was the winner. After taking a bow towards the crowd, I scanned through them and saw (y/n) who looked relieved to see me. Her smile was something that I noticed made me feel better throughout the past few days here and I would never want that genuine smile to ever turn to something else in a split second.

After the award ceremony was over, I shook hands with the other racers, thanking them for a good race up until Mr. 712 came and ruined the mood.

“Lee Jeno, is it?” 712 exclaimed, his team was trying to hold him back as Jaemin, Haechan and I just looked at them with a bored yet annoyed look that intimidated them

“Yes. And you are?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow

“The name is Brad. My team and I are part of NCT of the US branch” Brand proclaimed as Haechan scoffed

“Do you even know what NCT is? It’s South Korea’s mafia gang that managed to get the other mafia gang in the world at peace with how diverse the members are” Haechan explained as Jaemin slightly elbowed him

“Of course we know that. How do you think they were able to expand to the US? It was because of us. I just want to let you know that what you did back there was not cool and just you wait until the rest of our members here about this” Brand exclaimed

“Then why did you try to close in on me first? You were the one who started it, I was just merely getting myself away from any potential risks that could happen because of you. So don’t go around and blame me for what you started” I scoffed, slightly towering over the self-proclaimed NCT member

“Jeno!” I heard Renjun exclaim and as we all turned around, we saw Renjun, Yangyang, Shotaro and (y/n) coming towards us

“Is, is it a bad time?” I heard (y/n) mumbled but I softly grabbed her hand and rubbed her hand

“No, don’t worry. We were just done here” I replied, giving (y/n) my signature smile

“It was a good race, Brad. Hope that what happened today won’t happen ever again” I mentioned as I pull (y/n) to my side as all of us left the track

Back at the hotel, we all went to freshen up and had dinner together to celebrate my win and all but just being with (y/n) eases my clouded thoughts of Brad and the way that he looked at (y/n) when she came with the other members.

“Jen, eat up. You must be tired” (y/n) mentioned, nudging a spoon of mashed potatoes towards me which I smiled and ate the food she fed me

“Don’t worry babe, I was just driving, am not tired at all” I smiled at her as I fed her some pasta which she happily eat, showing off her little chipmunk cheeks

“Still, you woke up so early for the race. Eat up and then rest, okay?” (y/n) mentioned and I nodded

“Don’t talk about me when you haven’t eaten much at all young lady. I will not have you going back home without enjoying yourself. Now eat” I playfully threatened, feeding (y/n) some more food

“So this is your excuse for not helping me back there is because you got food for your girl?! No offense (y/n) but your man here is a selfish little ass because he clearly could’ve placed more food on the plate but noooo” Haechan dramatically complained, sitting next to (y/n) but I pulled her seat closer towards me

“You want food, Haechan? If I get you some and shove it down to your mouth, would you stop pestering my girlfriend?” I somewhat threatened and eyeing the playful boy but (y/n) held my hand to stop me. “Jen, stop. Haechan was just being playful” (y/n) warned me, her tone was scarier than usual that I instantly soften my looks

The rest of dinner went by quicker and by the end of it, we all drank a bit of alcohol which to (y/n) it was just another celebration but to the rest of us, it was to calm our nerves because after tonight, the real work actually begins.

Once dinner was over, we all went back to our own rooms just as me and (y/n) held hands together to our room. In the comfort of our room, I let loose of my colder exterior and hugged (y/n) from behind as she was in the bathroom and was trying to remove her makeup.

“Jen, I need to remove my makeup, if you want to hug me, you better not move unless you want me to go blind as I remove my eye makeup” (y/n) reminded me and we stayed in the position for a while

“Can’t help it babe, you’re gorgeous. I knew that dress would accentuate your beauty. Plus, you look hot when you’re slightly angry” I mumbled, kissing the back of (y/n)’s neck, nuzzling behind her as I hear her let out a breathy sigh

“Jen” (y/n) called out to me, turning around to face me as her back was pressed against the bathroom counter. “You drank quite a lot, didn’t you?” (y/n) asked, cupping my face

“Nope. I didn’t” I replied because it was true. “I’m sober” I added on, holding one of her palm and kissing it

“What’s wrong jen? Tell me. You don’t normally drink like you did today. You would drink in sips not in shots” (y/n) asked. She truly do know me well

Sighing, I hugged her waist while she softly stroked my hair which helped calm me better than the alcohol. After a while, I pulled away and gently lifted her to place her on the countertop so it would be easier to talk.

“Just some things on my mind, angel. How I worry whenever you’re alone without me. Not in a possessive kind. How I worry that my job might get in between us” I stated, there was some truth to it

“Jen. You don’t have to worry about me. You know that I’m okay with being alone sometimes. Even though it feels more homey and comfy with you. And don’t worry about your job getting in between us. I know how hard you’re working so that I don’t have to but I know you let me work so I can have my own savings as well. And for that I really wanna thank you and appreciate you. How you would often send my parents some money as well. You know, my parents asked me if you’ve popped the question and I told them that we’re young and we want to enjoy and explore many things together first” (y/n) replied, making me smile

“I’m glad that your parents approve of me. In their own way of course. And I will pop the question one day because I really can’t see myself with anyone else. You never question me or push me to be someone else. You would always be there and wait until I was ready to talk which makes me more comfortable and want to talk to you more. How has Milan been, little dove?” I confessed

“Dove?” (y/n) asked and I just chuckled. “Yea. Because how soft and pure you are. How you’re basically my peace, love to explore and enjoy your freedom whilst also giving your love to me. So, how has Milan been?” I explained

“It’s incredible because you were the one that brought me here. You’re the one that insist that I come and I’m glad you convinced me to because this is just as magical and as romantic as people describe Paris” (y/n) mentioned, placing her hands on my neck, slightly massaging it

“Good. I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself a lot because I have a little gift for you. Since you already planned our first year anniversary back home. I decided to plan my own but in Milan. Here” I mentioned, pulling out a little box that I got so early in the morning and opened it which has a dainty necklace with 3 rings that were linked together and was custom-made since the gold ring had a custom small nct logo embossing on it as Taeyong’s request for all of us when we have a significant other.

“Jen….that’s expensive!! My whole outfit is already expensive enough. I can’t..” (y/n) complained but I sushed her by softly kissing her forehead

“Nonsense, dove. Nothing is as expensive as you yourself. You’re priceless. I want to because I want something for you to always remember me and our moment here in Milan” I softly replied. “May I?” I asked if it was alright to put the necklace on her and she nodded

Helping her down, (y/n) turned around, and held her hair as I gently put the necklace around her and locking it which to me, it symbolizes that I’m locked on her and as a reminder that she was my significant other and under nct’s protection.

“It’s beautiful, Jen. You really didn’t have to” (y/n) mumbled, admiring the necklace as I put my hands around her waist, admiring her through the mirror

“You’re beautiful. Can I kiss you? I know that you’re still shy when it comes to physical things and I completely understand if…” I rambled as (y/n) let go of my hold and turned around, softly pecking my lips

“With you, I think I’ve slowly tried to let loose more and enjoy every moment” (y/n) smiled which made me smile and gently cupped her face and leaned to finally close the gap between us. Something that I never imagine we would do during the beginning of our relationship.

As time pass, our kiss grew from something soft like the small waves by the beach, I slowly grew needier and slowly deepen the kiss, one of my hand was by her waist and one of (y/n)’s hair was going through my hair.

Before it can go any further, I pulled away first and softly caressed (y/n)’s cheek, making sure that she was alright with it. “Are you okay? Sorry, I got carried away. We can stop here if you want. And we can just end the night by cuddling whilst watching your favorite Disney movies” I suggested but was shocked by (y/n)’s sudden eagerness as she pulled my neck and our foreheads were touching

“Jen. I’m okay. I trust you, Nono. You have my green light” (y/n) replied which excited me that I kissed her forehead, cheek and jawline. “Tell me whenever you’re uncomfortable at any point, tell me, okay?” I asked but all I got was a nod so I gently pinched (y/n)’s chin. “Use your words, dove. I won’t continue anything if you don’t use your words” I whispered by her ear, hearing her softly whimper for the first time.

“I will, Jen. I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable” (y/n) softly moaned as I nibbled her ear. “Just call me, Nono, okay? I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll let me treat you, won’t you?” I mumbled, kissing right below (y/n)’s ear. “Yes, Nono”

Taking one more glance at (y/n), I licked my lips before diving in and kissing her as if that it would be the only time I get to. Without warning, I lifted her and wrapped her legs around my waist without detaching our lips and brought us to the bed where I sat down and let (y/n) sit on my lap.

As the atmosphere was getting hotter, I started to take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt which didn’t go unnoticed by (y/n) who softly pulled away to allow me to take off my top with more space. “Go ahead, dove, take it off” I stated, pushing some of (y/n)’s hair back

Though (y/n) was hesitant at first, I softly grabbed her hands and guided them and took off my shirt, leaving my bare chest for her to see. Seeing her flustered self was adorable because she looked so pure yet curious that I guided her hand on my chest before cupping her cheek and kissing her, ending our night on a much softer yet romantic note.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up after a bad dream that something happened to (y/n). Looking beside me, I saw her figure sleeping soundly with my hoodie which made me feel relieved.

Unable to sleep, I decided to reply to some messages from Taeyong and the other members back in South Korea regarding the trip, any updates and progress. As I was replying to the other members and the group chat, Taeyong suddenly called me. Thankfully my phone was on do not disturb so I wouldn’t wake (y/n) up.

Answering the phone call, I went over towards the balcony so as to not disturb my girlfriend. “Hyung? Is everything alright?” I asked, closing the door to the balcony

“I should be the one asking you. Why are you up this early in the morning? Something happened?” Taeyong asked but I just chuckled

“No. Everything has been going great actually. I won the race, I spent my first year anniversary and gave (y/n) the necklace yet…” I rambled but Taeyong seemed to know more

“You’re worried that things will go to a wrong turn and you’ll end up hurting her and yourself. I know Jeno. I know how. you might feel. Why do you think I sent other members with you? 3 of them being your seniors” Taeyong replied

“Hyung…” I started but Taeyong didn’t let me continue. “I know how you might feel. I know that you want to enjoy your time with her and I’m sorry that you have to take part in this mission but that’s why I sent members with you. To keep you company, to support one another, and to help each other when things go for a wrong turn. She has the necklace with her so even in other countries, the mafia knows to not touch her. Plus, since we’re not the mafias’ enemies, they would help. Just so you know, the Italian mafia is going to be at the Ferragamo dinner tomorrow and I’ve already let them in on you being our representative. If anything were to happen to you or (y/n), they can help. Since they also are looking to take down that fraud of a group since one of them claims to be part of the Italian mafia” Taeyong explained

“Some cocky bastards they are” I scoffed, making Taeyong chuckled. “It’s going to be alright Jeno. And one day, when you do tell (y/n) everything, we’ll be there to help however we can. And remember…” Taeyong hyung mentioned. “Don’t kill them until I bring them back to you. Alive. I know. I won’t” I replied. “Good. Get some rest Jeno, I wish you all the best. If anything were to actually happen, I would know so you won’t have anything to worry about. I and the others would never abandon one another. Neo always got our back, okay? Good night, Jeno” Taeyong hyung replied, turning off the call

Smiling to myself, I quietly went back into the room but as I went back to the bed, my sudden weight must’ve shocked (y/n) that she woke up. “I’m so sorry, dove, did I accidentally wake you up?” I whispered, stroking her hair

“Nono? Are you okay? Why are you awake in the first place?” (y/n) asked as she slowly sat up on the bed but I pulled her close so her head was laying on my chest

“Had a bad dream and was replying to my work friends in South Korea” I replied as (y/n) hummed

“Dove. I want you to know that I love you so fucking much. That I would never abandon you and would never leave you completely alone” I started which confuses (y/n). “Jen, what are you talking about? Why are you talking as if something were to happen to you?” (y/n) asked, her face looking towards me with worry

“I just have a feeling, dove. Like I said, I worry that my job would get between us. With what I’m doing, there are actually other things that you haven’t known yet but I want to tell you one day which I hope you’ll understand why I haven’t been telling you. But let’s just say that I’m part of something bigger than just a racer. Though it might sound illegal, we really aren’t. But one thing is for sure, I would always prioritize your safety above all. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re with, no matter what, I will make sure that you’re alright. So please promise me that if anything were to happen and I wasn’t the one to help you, it’s not that I don’t love or care for you. But it’s really because I’m caught up. But please know that whoever is there to help you is someone that I trust to bring us back together” I rambled and expected (y/n) to question me further but instead, she kissed right by my jawline.

“Jen, I know that there might be something you’re keeping from me and while I have my guesses, I want you to be ready whenever you do tell me. Trust me when I say that whatever it is that you do, it doesn’t change my mind how I feel about you. Maybe I might get angry and upset but at the end of the day, you were there for me and the fact that you’re telling me this before anything shows me how much you really care about me and our relationship. Just promise that you’ll always come back to me?” (y/n) replied making me melt in her embrace

“Fuck. What did I do to deserve you?! I don’t even think that I myself would be able to distance myself from you, dove. You’ll always make it feel as if we just met” I admitted, softly lifting (y/n) up a bit so I could kiss her before we go back to our slumber.

Waking up the next morning, I kissed (y/n)’s forehead as she snuggled closer to me, making me chuckle. “Dove, I’ll order us some breakfast, okay? Well, more so brunch since it’s 10 already. What do you want to eat?” I asked, stroking her hair as I took the hotel phone to call room service

“Anything is alright, Nono. I ate so much the other day so let’s not order too much” (y/n) yawned which made me laugh

Once room service came, I got notified that the stylist along with hair & makeup were on their way since our “dinner” was at 5 pm and it was basically lunchtime by the time our food came. After taking turns to shower and get ready, our food arrives along with the styling team.

Because I had simpler makeup, I finished first and went to the bathroom to change as (y/n) finished getting her hair and makeup done. I wore a black suit with the jacket being a long coat that basically covered the rest of my clothing and my hair was rather slicked but had bangs to frame my face.

When I came out, I saw (y/n) just about finished with her hair and makeup and she absolutely looked breathtaking. I stood behind her as her hair & makeup team moved out of the way. “You look stunning, dove” I whispered, admiring her from the mirror, seeing her turning into the same shade as her blush

“Look who’s talking, Mr Ferragamo’s Brand Ambassador” (y/n) teased as I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, kissing the side of her temple

“Let me change, Jen. The stylist is gonna get angry” (y/n) mentioned, getting up and releasing my grip around her

“If they scold you, I’ll scold them back. No one scolds my girl when I’m around” I replied back as (y/n) went into the bathroom to get change

Not long after, she came out with a gorgeous white shirt and black vest with a flowy black skirt to match my black and white attire along with black boots and a small white and gold handbag. I held (y/n)’s free hand which she linked our fingers together and I let her do a little twirl as the photographer photographed our little moment together.

We took several more photos and then I took a commercial video for Ferragamo and afterwards we both thank all the staff for helping us get ready as we both headed out for dinner with Ferragamo.

Because I was the only one invited, I brought (y/n) as my plus one whereas the other members were on a lookout for the fraud group. Linking our hands together, we were on our way to the restaurant that Ferragamo had booked.

Arriving at the restaurant, I mentioned my name and the staff immediately directed us towards a more secluded yet decorative area. I felt (y/n)’s hand held mine a bit tighter which I know is because of her nervousness and social anxiety. Before going in, I took her hand and kissed her forearm, calming her down. “I’m here, dove. I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you knowing that you’re willing to come with me. Or, if you’re really nervous, we can ditch this fancy dinner and just grab some McDonalds?” I suggested but (y/n) just chuckled

“I’m okay. A. bit nervous but am alright now. The brand might be pissed if they know their global brand ambassador is out eating McDonalds instead of this dinner that was dedicated towards him” (y/n) reminded me, making me smile

Inside the room, I was immediately greeted by the Ferragamo staff and creative director of Ferragamo. Along with the basic greetings, I introduced (y/n) to them who all complimented about her beauty, making me smile with pride.

The both of us were then directed to the center of the long table right beside the creative director of Ferragamo and right as we were seated, the door opened to someone who I did not expect to see at all. Brad from that fraud group.

That fake smile of his as he introduced himself to everyone made my blood boil, my whole body tensed up that (y/n) had to calm me by rubbing my hand in her small ones. I know something was off because I don’t remember seeing Brad at any other events of Ferragamo that I have been to before.

“Jen, you alright? You look like you might kill someone” (y/n) asked as she placed her hand on mine

“I’m okay, dove” I reassured her, looking at her worried face. “Can you do me a favour?” I asked and she nodded. “I know it might be confusing but whatever happens, don’t interact with him. Don’t talk to him, don’t get close to him” I mentioned, looking over at Brad while (y/n) followed my gaze

“Please. Just this one time. Don’t question me, alright? That’s all I ask you just this one time” I mentioned and (y/n) just looked at me softly. “I won’t. I trust you. If you’re already using this tone and saying no then I know that you mean well. I won’t interact with him” (y/n) replied, making me sigh in relief and kissed her temple

Throughout dinner, I kept on eyeing Brad who sat further down the table but he just looked at me with this creepy smile that I wanted to punch so badly but I had to remember my mission especially since the Italian mafia were also here which I had to find because Taeyong-hyung only gave me some descriptions of the man and not an actual clear image of him.

Skimming through the room as we ate, I think I finally found the man that I was looking for. But because I was unsure of leaving (y/n) alone I waited for her but it seemed that she noticed about my eagerness to go somewhere.

“Jen, I’m not going to go anywhere. I don’t know anyone except for you. If you want to go see someone which I think you do, just go. I’ll be here, okay? Or even if I do go, I’d probably go to the bathroom” (y/n) mentioned, stopping her eating session

“Are you sure? I’m completely alright with waiting for you, dove” I replied but she shook her head. “I’m fine. Go, jen. Before you miss them” (y/n) ushered me which made me smile and kiss her head. “I’ll be right back, okay? Enjoy your dinner. I’ll have someone send over some dessert for you, alright?” I replied, kissing her head again and left to see if my intuition was correct about the Italian mafia.

Going up towards a tall older Korean male who was also wearing a custom Ferragamo suit but with a custom embroidery of the Italian mafia family by the cuffs. “Mr Cassano?” I asked as the man in the suit turned around and I finally noticed some of the other “guests” looking at us

“And you are?” the man asked, surprisingly in Korean

“Jeno. Lee Jeno. You are Mr. Cassano of the Cassano family, right?” I half-whispered so that not everyone can hear me

“Your leader told me that you were a smart and keen person. Looks like you are smarter than you look because I actually expected someone older but you have my respect” Mr Cassano replied, extending his hand and I took it to shake

The two of us then continued our conversation while I would look at (y/n) every now and then who was talking with the creative director. As our conversation got more serious, Mr. Cassano instructed me to follow him somewhere more private but I took a look at (y/n) who was still sitting so I decided to text her.

Me: “I’m going to talk with someone for a bit, are you still alright dove?”

(y/n): “Yeap, am alright. Just had a little sip of rose. I don’t like it though. I’m going to go to the toilet for a bit”

Me: “Alright, let me know if you need anything. And yea, looks like you still don’t like alcohol. I’ll have someone bring you some orange juice instead”

(y/n): “Thank you, Nono. I’ll be okay. I’ll be right back. If I’m not back in 5 minutes then I might be puking the alcohol out”

Me: “Don’t make me worry, Dove. I’ll come back and find you in 5 minutes”

Mr Cassano and I then went to a more private area of the restaurant to talk a bit more and just as I was about to mention Brad being here, there was a sudden power fuse making everyone in a panic state that I excused myself from Mr Cassano to check up on (y/n) in the bathroom yet I could sense someone coming to attack both me and Mr Cassano.

Grunting, I turned back and helped take down the mediocre group that was probably from Brad’s group yet didn’t kill them and even prevent any of Mr Cassano’s men from killing them.

“Why don’t you put them out permanently?” Mr Cassano questions as his men gathered the group

“Because my leader wants them alive and I very much would like to be present when they’re being questioned and perhaps even tortured for being a fraud and using our group’s name for their personal pleasure” I mentioned as Mr Cassano nodded in understanding

“Thank you for helping me. If you need any help, contact me” Mr Cassano mentioned, handing me his phone number

“If it’s alright, please send them over to South Korea to my leader first. I’ll deal with the ring leader” I asked and Mr Cassano nodded. “Done. Go find your girlfriend, kid” Mr Cassano mentioned and I bowed back out of respect before rushing to the bathroom to find (y/n).

Before going into the bathroom, I contacted my members to standby, help with the power fuse and guide everyone out of the restaurant.

“Jen, we’re already on our way and Renjun is working on the power fuse, what’s the situation?” Jaemin asked

“I took down some of Brad’s minions but I don’t see him or the 2 others that were with him during the race. I’m going to the bathroom to look for (y/n)” I replied

“Jen, wait for us, we’re almost there” Haechan exclaimed but I couldn’t care because I need to make sure that (y/n) was alright

Barging into the bathroom, I prepared my gun just in case anyone tried anything and at the slightest sound, I immediately pointed my gun towards it until I heard a shuffling sound. “(y/n)? Dove? Talk to me, love” I called out but there was no sound from her which made me grow worry

As I was about to check each of the stalls, I noticed a shadow from the mirror and instantly turned to fight against whoever it was that tried to sneak up on me. Noticing that the man held a syringe, I grabbed his wrists and made sure that he dropped the syringe before I kicked his legs from behind and pointed a gun towards his temple.

“Where is she?! Where did Brad go? Tell me or I’ll take my time to torture you” I growled but when the man didn’t say anything, I shot his kneecaps just enough so that he would feel the pain

“Talk. Now. While I still have the patience with you” I demanded

“H-he drugged her. He’s, he’s taking her back to his hotel. W-we were supposed to drug you as well because he was salty that you won” the man finally talked and I hit him towards the wall to knock him out right as Haechan came in

“Jen…woaaaaa, d-did you?” Haechan asked. “No. Taeyong would punish me if I killed anyone tonight. He said that Brad took (y/n) to his hotel” I growled, putting my gun back in my pocket, making my way out to see that everyone had already left the restaurant

“Renjun…” I mentioned. “Heard you the first time you confronted him. Yangyang, Jaemin and Shotaro are on their way along with Jungwoo-hyung” Renjun replied

“Send me the address, my job isn’t done until I get Brad so I’m technically going to kill two birds with one stone. Well, without the killing at least” I mentioned and Renjun sent me the address

“You sure it’s a good idea? It could be an ambush” Haechan replied and I checked my phone for (y/n)’s location because her necklace had a tracker on it

“I’m getting my girlfriend and putting that no good of a fraud down. They’re still on their way. Which means I can catch up to them” I stated, taking off my coat as both me and Haechan head towards the back alley where Renjun is

“We’ll tail you from behind. Doyoung and Jaehyun-hyung are handling the Italian mafia to ensure everyone is out of the restaurant and create some sort of story about this incident. Taeyong-hyung also mentioned that the Italian mafia already has someone on their way to clean up the mess” Renjun stated as I changed into the nct mission gear

“I’ll be after Brad since Jaemin and the others are waiting at the hotel, I’m sure that Brad would take a detour and I don’t intend to lose my girlfriend or him” I stated as I put on my helmet and took some things before leaving the van and headed to one of our rented cars

Turning on the maps with the tracker, I placed my phone right on the stand and raced to where (y/n)’s tracker said it was. “Hang on, dove. I’m coming” I muttered, putting in the gears and racing off

It didn’t take me long to get to where the tracker said it was because of the quiet street at night and because the police gave permission to let me pass due to my car’s plate number. I knew that Brad would be taking a detour because Jaemin mentioned that he and the others took care of the rest of his little minions. Stopping right in front of their moving car, they finally took a sharp turn to stop.

Getting out of my car, I shot every single one of the wheels to make sure that they couldn’t escape through their car before I could get through their door, the back door opened and it was Brad along with 2 of his friends who were holding an unconscious (y/n).

Seeing her unconscious figure made my blood boil so I pointed my gun towards Brad. “Let her go or I’ll shoot you myself” I mentioned

“Jeno, jeno, are you sure about that?” Brad chuckled, snapping his fingers and one of his men held a pocket knife right by (y/n)’s throat making my whole body tense but I analysed this situation multiple times before that I knew that I just needed to hold out long enough until my team came

“You’re a fucking coward you know that? Using an innocent girl to get to me? Man up and fight me without using a hostage. But that’s right, you can’t even man up and try to win the race on your own. You had to sabotage the other racers with illegal weapons that you got through abusing the NCT name which you clearly are not in” I ranted, not lowering my weapon one bit even when Brad had a tantrum

“Oh, so you think you’re part of that group? Look at you! Telling people that they can’t do shit but where the hell did you get those weapons and that car anyways? Maybe you’re also using the NCT name like me. Perhaps we are alike than you think” Brad scoffed, coming closer. “I mean, you and I have the same taste in women anyway. Sad that your girl is asleep, it would be more interesting when she’s awake, don’t you agree?” Brad tormented and I gave in because the next second, I punched that smirk off his face with my gun, beginning a long fistfight between the two of us.

Unlike Brad, I had proper combat training so I managed to dodge all of his attacks and landed quite a hard blow on his weak spots; his stomach, the back of his knee, his ankles and his chest (right below his lungs). It wasn’t long until his 2 minions abandoned (y/n) and came to help their little leader which didn’t turn out great for them either.

If Brad was the so-called leader of his group, then his minions were nothing to me. I was clearly on the winning streak with the amount of blows I managed to land on all three of them but when (y/n) slowly regained her consciousness is when I started to get a bit distracted; especially when she called out my name in a weak tone.

“Jeno…” I heard (y/n) uttered which made me stop and rushed towards her half-unconscious figure

“Dove?? Are you okay? What happened? Never mind that, let’s get you out of here, hmm?” I cooed, slowly trying to lift (y/n) and failed to notice a sneaky ambush behind me until I felt a sharp pain on my neck did I turned and elbowed one of Brad’s minions

“Jen….” (y/n) muttered, probably out of worry because she saw me holding onto my neck and taking out the syringe

“Just a minute, dove. I’m okay” I managed to utter, standing back up and actually knocking all three of them unconscious before whatever drug was injected into me actually took effect

Thankfully, my team arrived just in time right as I started to feel hot and my mind was a bit foggy with the only thought being getting (y/n) and leaving this place immediately.

“Jeno!!!” I heard Jungwoo-hyung exclaimed and helped support me

“(y/n), get her out of here and to our room” I uttered and Jungwoo-hyung asked Shotaro to help (y/n) as Yangyang made sure that the backup men get Brad and his minions into the car to be detained first.

After what felt to be the longest night I’ve ever had, we finally reached back to our hotel and I took (y/n) from Shotaro and brought her to our room as Jungwoo-hyung told me to rest as he get the sample of both mine and (y/n)’s blood from Renjun to find out what drug was in our system.

⚠️Trigger Warning! Skip if you're uncomfortable

Once I closed the door to our room, I laid (y/n) down on the bed as she was still practically unconscious while I felt that my body got hotter with every second passing, especially when I saw (y/n). All I could practically think was how I wanted to kiss her so badly and how I wanted to make the both of us feel better. But most importantly, how I wanted to rip all of our clothing and take her then and there which sounded more animalistic than my usual composed self.

Trying to snap myself out of this thought, I tried to go to the bathroom and shower to cool down but instead, it only made me feel even hotter than I already was. Grunting, I put my clothes on and hoped to just sleep off whatever this drug made me feel.

But as soon as I went over to the bed, all I could think was ruining (y/n). My mind and actions contradict each other and in the end, lust won over me and before I knew it, I was already hovering on top of (y/n) right as she slowly regained consciousness.

“J-jen?!” (y/n) exclaimed, her tone was scared which I didn’t like but my body took control over me and one of my hands took her hands, pinning them above her head as my other hand slowly pulled her vest off of her

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me” I cried, trying to close my eyes but my whole body betrayed me right when I took off her vest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while my lips made their way to her jawline down to her neck and on her collarbone as I heard (y/n) whimpered underneath me, making my shaft harder than it already is.

“Jennn….s-stoppp, please” (y/n) started to cry but for some reason it turned me on even more and right as I nearly unbuttoned her shirt, the door to our room was unlocked and I was pulled away by a strong grip around my neck

“Jeno, sorry about this” I heard Jaehyun-hyung mention and I saw Jaemin wrapping (y/n) with a blanket around her to cover her up before I passed out

❗️End of trigger warning

The next time I was awake, I was in a different room and was practically chained to the bed as I remembered the incident of the previous day, immediately trashing around, trying to figure out where the hell I was until I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you back to your normal self or are you horny like an animal going into heat?” Jaehyun-hyung asked and I grunted, hitting my head back on the pillow

“I’m okay, physically now. But I’m not mentally or emotionally okay until I see (y/n)” I grunted

“Not until I know that you’re actually not in the wrong state because you have to know that you hurt her and I don’t think that you want to hurt her anymore” Jaehyun-hyung stated

“How long was I out? Did Renjun manage to get me medicine or an antidote?” I asked, mentally cursing myself for hurting (y/n) in one of the worst ways possible

“You’ve been out for almost 12 hours, had to give you anesthesia ****to make sure that you wouldn’t wake up until Renjun had the proper medicine. Don’t worry about the fraud group, we already have them all. We’ll also be leaving back to South Korea tomorrow. Also, we’ve already injected you with the antidote. I was asking just to make sure that there isn’t any leftover effect” Jaehyun-hyung stated, opening all of the chains

“Where is she? Who’s with her? She’s not alone, right?!” I asked, eager to get out and find (y/n) to apologise for what I did

“Go shower first and regain your composure. You’re going to need it” Jaehyun-hyung suggested, handing me some clothing to shower

After showering and changing everything, Jaehyun-hyung finally allowed me to go back to my room and to see (y/n) which he said that the 00 liners are with her whereas Doyoung and Jungwoo-hyung were dealing with sending the fraud group back to South Korea.

“I’m not the best at giving advices like Taeyong does and I don’t want to come off as the cold senior but do know that we all would always look out for each other and help each other whenever the other messes up. But know that it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you hurt her but you didn’t really have a choice. Your drug made you wild and animalistic. You had no control over the lust that was controlling your body. (y/n) knows it too and I doubt she’d blame you for what happened. Don’t hurt yourself over what already happened. That’s all I can advise” Jaehyun-hyung rambled, opening the door to our room as the others looked at me and bid their farewell to (y/n) who was sitting on the bed

“She’s not angry. She’s just overwhelmed” Jaemin whispered, patting my shoulder as everyone left me with (y/n)

I slowly walked towards (y/n) who was calling out to me but I kept my head hung low because I felt that I didn’t deserve to see her after what I had done. Instead, my legs gave up and I was kneeling in front of her feet by the bed which confused her but I didn’t let her say anything until I let out everything that I was feeling.

“I’m sorry, dove. I’m so fucking sorry. I ruined everything. I hurt you. I did something without your consent. I traumatised you in every way possible. I got you into a mess and instead of being the knight and shining armour, I was worse than the villain. You might forgive me or not it’s fine because I would never forgive myself for what I did. Getting you into the mess was one thing. Getting you drugged, kidnapped and nearly raped you is something that will forever haunt me and I don’t deserve to face you after what I did” I cried out, my bangs covering my blurry sight from her

“Jen….please look at me. I, I’m not angry, Jen. I, I was scared if anything. Not scared of what you might do to me but scared of what happened to the Jeno that I’ve known and fallen for. I was scared that my Jeno would be gone. I’m scared that my Jeno would just leave instead of fighting because I know that you didn’t mean what happened. You didn’t go too far, Jen. I know you were resisting. Please, just don’t leave me. I don’t want my Nono to leave” (y/n) cried out, her hands cupped my face as I felt my body tense

Not being able to look away from her for too long, I eventually looked up to see (y/n) who was crying as well. Her wrists were still red from what I did along with her neck that I accidentally marked. Slowly, I stood back up and cupped her face in mine.

“How, how can you want me back after what I did? Whether I was under the drug influence or not, I still hurt you. I nearly did something so animalistic without your consent. I’ve tainted you and I’m giving you a chance to leave me to find someone better. I failed to protect you” I uttered, my hands were shaking

“No one could ever replace you, Jen. You resisted, I know you did” (y/n) replied. “I tried to resist but clearly I failed. What if my friend didn’t come and pulled me back? What if I went too far? Would you still want me?” I asked, my eyes were on her mark as if it was a mockery towards what kind of person I became

“It wasn’t you. You’re not to blame, Jeno. You still protected me, remember? You promised that if you weren’t there to protect me, you would send someone you know and trust to do so, even if it is against you. Even when you couldn’t, you still did, Jeno. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see how much I trust and love you? If I leave you, you won’t be okay and neither will I knowing that you keep beating yourself up. You’ve taken care of me, let me return the favour” (y/n) rambled, standing up and bringing me closer to her

“If I ever, somewhere down the line, ever hurt you like this again. Be it physically, mentally or emotionally. Whether I’m conscious or under influence. Kill me. I’d rather die in your arms knowing that at least the woman I love is finally free of me and I would never love anyone else even in my next life than live my life knowing that I’m the sole reason for all those bad memories and scars. Promise me you’d do that and continue to live your life” I half-whispered, shakily holding her hands that were on my face

“It won’t ever come to that. I know that you will always have a backup plan. And I doubt your friends/members would allow you to go that far after today. Now can we please enjoy our last day while we can?” (y/n) half-joked, making both of us chuckle and I nodded, allowing her to take the lead and kiss me this time. A kiss to our new year as a couple and a reminder to remember and learn of our past to live our life in the present and better ourselves for the future.

Seoul, South Korea - 1:27 am

The sound of loud heavy boots echoed throughout the hallway up until the room where NCT would keep those who have wronged them and many other innocent people. A room that is meant for those to remember of their past, atone for themselves in the present and perhaps get another chance for the future.

“I swear, they’re just pretending to be asleep at this point. It’s been 16 hours since they landed and I know for a fact that Jeno didn’t kill them” Haechan grunted. “I mean look, they’re breathing completely fine”

“We can’t act rashly, remember that time Zennie noona was captured by a mole and opposing gang? Taeyong-hyung was ready to kill anyone if he didn’t get the chance to be satisfied first” Hendery reminded the younger one

“Plus, wouldn’t Jeno would want to do it himself even if they’re not awake yet?” Yuta questioned

“Well, we’re only going to be splashing some ice-cold water on their face or maybe just nail their hands onto the chair. We’re not actually going to kill them. Just to make sure they’re awake for what’s actually coming” Haechan suggested

“Then do it, Haechan” Taeyong stated, the sound of his boots along with Mark, Kun, Ten, Johnny and Chenle’s followed right behind him

“H-hyung…I, I was just joking about the nailing part” Haechan chuckled dryly as his leader walked towards the entire group of frauds

“Well, I’m not. Wake them up by whatever means necessary. Just avoid any of their vital parts. Safe that for Jeno” Taeyong instructed, slowly backing away to allow the playful member to do what he does best

“Welp, you heard the leader” Haechan shrugged, slightly grazing the nail over Brad’s arm which made the tied man scream

“WAITTT!! STOPPP!! WE’RE AWAKE. WE’RE AWAKE” Brad screamed but his voice only echoed within the room

“Ahh, looks like the clown is finally awake now” Haechan chuckled, a sinister smirk forming on his face as Brad and his members nervously took in at the situation they were in

“W-WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS? RIGHT?! WE DIDN’T ACTUALLY HURT ANYONE. ISN’T IT ILLEGAL TO HURT SOMEONE WHO ISN’T FULLY GUILTY?” Brad tried to reason as Taeyong sat on his chair in front of all the weapons laid out and his members were surrounding Brand and his members

“Illegal? You really want to talk about what’s legal and not? With me?” Taeyong scoffed

“I, I mean, isn’t, isn’t NCT as a whole basically illegal? My parents wouldn’t sit tight knowing their son, the only heir to their company is gone missing” Brad rambled as all the NCT members laughed and giggled but stopped at Taeyong’s hand command

“Ahh, your parents. Right. Your dad is also a fraud who fakes his business by killing his rival whereas your mom, is another fraud who sells fake luxury items to people while she gets to live the luxury? Don’t worry, mommy and daddy will reunite with you soon. Since clearly the entire family seems to be rotten to the core” Taeyong stated, making Brad quiver in fear

“Not technically guilty, huh? You misused our name just because no one knows who the actual members are except for me, Mark of DREAM and Kun of WayV. Not only did you misuse our name for your personal pleasure, you tried to cheat at an international grand prix, you sabotaged other racer’s cars, nearly made one of my core members get into an accident which you became salty when he won and proceeded to drug his girlfriend and himself yet you still want to talk about not being actually guilty? To my face?!” Taeyong growled, pushing himself off his seat and made his way in front of Brad

“I-it was a mistake. I know that now. Taeyong. I mean Sir? Please don’t kill me” Brad begged

“Does living really mean something to you?” Taeyong questioned, raising his eyebrow

“Y-yes. I promise I will atone for what I did. I’ll go to jail and reflect on what I’ve done” Brad pleaded

“What are you pleading for?” Taeyong asked again, this time he went behind Brad and patted his shoulders. “I’m not going to let you die. I’m not that heartless to let you and your little gang here die” Taeyong chuckled as Brad and his members also chuckled. “But I didn’t say anything about letting him have his way with you” Taeyong added right as the door opened and Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang came into the scene making Brad and his members whimper in fear

“Killing you is far too easy and frankly, I don’t have the mercy to do that. You’ll all pay for what you did. To my members, to my group’s name, to me, to my girlfriend. And especially what you made me do to her. I’ll make you regret what you did. How about we start by drugging you with the same thing you drug me and not letting you cum in anyway possible while I take my sweet time in making sure you remember about your sins here” Jeno growled, putting on his glove

A/N: well, this took a lot out of me :)) 11k words. My longest fanfic so far but I hope that everyone enjoyed reading it T^T I've missed writing these kind of fics because I become so into and invested into the storytelling but I hope that it was just as enjoyable as I wrote it. Stay safe and healthy and hopefully I'll be back for another fic (preferably a Jaemin one cause man is getting buffed to quick) xoxo Vinet

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jwirecs · 1 year

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RECOMMENDED MAFIA AU💣

hello, hello! here are my mafia au - atz, bts & nct recs! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers💝

requested by anon (these are the ones that i have read more than once and have a soft spot for! theres a whole lot since i enjoy reading mafia fics so for now, i will leave out the summaries just so that the post wont be tooooooo long!)

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

[4:21PM] || @mingishoe 💕💔✅ (seonghwa x reader)

[11:45PM] || @thelargefrye💕✅ (hongjoong x reader)

At What Cost || @capaimagines💔✅ (ot8 x reader)

Backfired || @ateezreactionsandscenarios💔✅ (hongjoong x reader)

Colors || @daybreakx 💕💔✅ (hongjoong x reader)

False Accusation || @a-soft-hornytiny💔✅ (ot8 x reader)

Hurts Like Hell || @ja3hwa💔✅ (ot8 x reader)

Between The Bloodshed || @agustdakasuga💕💔✅ (ot7x reader) (sequel: Everything Between Us)

Drug Wars || @plumblackjeon 🔞💔✅ (jeongguk x reader)

Golden Cage || @personasintro💔✅ (jimin x reader)

Guilty || @xjoonchildx 🔞💕💔✅ (namjoon x reader)

Mess With One, Mess With All || @justcallmenikki7💔✅ (ot7 x reader)

Of Smoke Rings and Cigarettes || @mae-gi-writes💕💔✅ (yoongi x reader)

Petal || @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue💕💔✅ (taehyung x reader)

The Deal || @untaemedqueen 🔞💕💔✅ (yoongi x reader)

The Serendipity of Things || @oh-so-scenarios🔞💕💔✅ (hoseok x reader)

[05:35AM] || @neo-culture-mafia💕✅ (jeno x reader)

[19:50PM] || @neo-culture-mafia💕✅ (jeno x reader)

[23:39PM] || @neo-culture-mafia💕✅ (mark x reader)

Boo! || @mafia-nct💕✅ (haechan x reader)

Darling || @johnsamericano💕✅ (taeyong x reader)

For ____ Or Worse || @mafia-nct💕💔✅ (taeyong x reader)

Kidnapped || @nctbloom💕💔✅ (jeno x reader)

New Beginning || @gohyuck💕💔✅ (mark x reader)

She’s Mine || @neo-culture-mafia💕✅ (taeyong x reader)

Talk To Me || @mafia-nct💕💔✅ (jeno x reader)

Tipsy || @lovestrucked-again💕✅ (taeyong x reader)

Triggered || @neo-culture-mafia💔✅ (yuta x reader)

[UNTITLED] || @crownily💕✅ (mark x reader)

Wait For Me || @mafia-nct💕💔✅ (renjun x reader)

Wake Up Call || @mafia-nct💕✅ (haechan x reader)

“Why Are You As Red As The Strawberry Y/n?” || @lovestrucked-again💕✅ (127 x reader)

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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f9smaragdine · 5 months

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Mark lee

College heart throb,

What do you mean all girls crazy about this man? Yes he is that man.

Friendly, joyful and helps everyone who needs help. No one can imagine him being anything but SUNSHINE aristocrat of University

And in the shadows he is same person who fucks his girl like wild animal. Repeating Curses like mantra while Holding fully loaded gun under her chin as he goes wild like he does not just kill someone. After all he is not MARK LEE people know.

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multifandomslxt · 1 year

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BLACK ROSES

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word Count: 1.5K

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

*((((A/N- I'll continue this based on the feedback I get...enjoy my loves <;33)))))*

FLOWER OF THE DAY: Daffodils are some of the first flowers we see in springtime and are a great indicator that winter is over. Because of this, they are seen to represent rebirth and new beginnings.

"Y/N, can you look in the back room if they're any more peonies left? Mrs. Lee just ordered a dozen" The sweet old lady shouted out while using her pale wrinkly hand to cover the phone so the person would hear her shouting.

Y/N jumped at the sudden shouting coming from the front desk. She was sat in the break room with her nose stuck in a book, something she usually did when she had nothing else to do around the small shop. "Okay, Izzy." Y/Nreplied.

She placed the book on the table beside her not before folding the page at the corner to mark where she had left off (a habit she had picked up from her mother a few years back) got up and dusted off her jeans then headed to the storage room.

Y/N searched the room high and low before coming to the conclusion that there were no more peonies in the storage room.

"Izzy I'm afraid we have no more peonies." She told the sweet old lady in a solemn voice.

She always felt awful when her favorite customers couldn't receive their orders.

Izzy, the sweet old lady sighed " Mrs.Lee, I'm afraid we're out of stock on those, you can check tomorrow when we restock. I'm deeply sorry"

Mrs. Lee on the other side of the phone reassured Izzy "It's okay old friend, I'll be sure to come personally tomorrow to check. Goodbye Isabella"

"Goodbye " Izzy hung up the phone

Y/N had made her way back to the break room while Izzy and Mrs. Lee were talking.

Can't really blame her, she was excited to finish the book.

"You'll never leave that book alone will you?" Izzy spoke standing at the doorway of the room.

"Nope, never ever" Y/N replied popping the 'p'.

The old lady smiled at the young woman who continued to read the book she had read a thousand times before.

The old lady loved Flora dearly, she reminded her of her granddaughter who had passed away from leukemia.

"I baked some cookies before I left this morning would you like some?" Izzy asked already knowing the answer,

The girl was a foodie with a ginormous sweet tooth.

"Of course I do! Izzy this is food we're talking about" Y/N rushed out suddenly standing up.

Izzy chuckled at Flora's antics and handed her the container filled with double chocolate chip cookies that she previously hid behind her back.

"Thank you!" Y/Nyelled out in excitement.

Books and food the perfect mix.

Izzy left Y/N in the break room to resume her reading and eating. There was nothing else left to do for the day anyway.

Before they knew it, it was time to go home.

"Goodbye Y/N, get home safely okay? Don't talk to-" the old lady was cut off by Flora's playful tone

"-Strangers, I know Izzy, I'm 22 not 12. You do the same m'kay? I don't wanna have to punch somebody" Flora stated seriously

"Okay darling, see you tomorrow " Isabella replied before getting in her car

"Bye Izzy" Y/N shouted out to Isabella who was already out of the parking lot.

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Half an hour later Y/N was in the comfort of her own home stuffing her face with seasoned mac n cheese.

She let out a long sigh before plopping herself on her cheap, old, blue couch that she had bought at a garage sale for forty dollars.

The couch was practically falling apart.

She stared at the chipped cream walls of her apartment and allowed her thoughts to take over.

How am I gonna pay rent this month? The shop is barely getting any sales.

How am I gonna pay for groceries? I've been eating mac n cheese for three months straight now.

Maybe I should go back ho-

Her thoughts were cut off by her cell phone ringing

Who's that girl by EVE blaring out of the speaker

Her screen flashed the caller ID

'IZZY<3'

Y/N picked up the phone and answered

"Hello sweetheart, I'm not feeling too well tonight so I'm going to the doctor tomorrow could you possibly go to work a little earlier than usual to fill in for me?"

"Sure Izzy that's not a problem. Is the spare key still kept in the same place?"

"Yes it is, thanks again love, you're an angel, also Mrs. Leeis coming to pick up the peonies she wanted tomorrow tell her I apologize for not being able to make it okay?" Izzy replied in a weak voice.

"Alright old lady g'night and get some rest please" Y/N said.

Eventually, they both hung up and Y/N decided that it was time for bed.

She had to wake up at 7 tomorrow to prep and open the store.

POV SWITCH

Y/N💐

It was already 7:49 when I reached the store. I was a little late but that didn't matter. Izzy wasn't here to tell me off anyway.

Standing at the door of the shop my eyes started wandering among the heap of black plant pots to find the worn red Russian doll

"Eureka" I whispered when I finally spotted it.

I picked it up and started breaking down each layer until I found the spare key.

With a forceful push of the old wooden door

I was finally inside the store I had grown to love.

The store was weirdly quiet thanks to Izzy's absence but again, that didn't matter right now. She trusted me enough to manage the store on my own for a day so I won't disappoint her.

Dropping my shoulder bag on the front desk I walked over to the staff notice board and memories the schedule for today

8:00-8:30 delivery of new stock

8:30-9:15 restock the flowers CORRECTLY

BREAK

10:15-12:00 Make new bouquets for display

BREAK

Do whatever the heck you want after that until closing

I giggled at the last bit "of course she would write something like this"

It was understandable though the store wasn't that popular and we didn't have many sales.

With a sigh, I looked up at the clock that hung on the wall above the board

8:01 it read. Good, that means the delivery truck will be here any min-

The doorbell chimed signaling that someone had entered the store.

"Any minute" I finished

"Hey, Ricky, y'know your like 2 minutes late right? Izzy's gonna eat you alive for this " I laughed with my back still turned towards the door.

"I'm not Ricky" an unfamiliar voice said.

I quickly spun around to find a tall lean man dressed in a suit.

"Who are you?" I asked surprised

"A customer. I ordered previously I'm here to pick it up" He responded.

He had an accent.

I loved men with accents.

Fuck.

Clearing my throat I made my way to the small computer at the corner of the table

"Name?" I questioned

"Lee Gyun-hee " he replied shortly

I looked up from the screen "huh? What'd you say?"

"Lee Gyun-hee ." he repeated

Maybe I'm going blind or something because the person standing in front of me claiming to be Mrs. Lee did not look like Mrs. Lee.

Mrs. Lee was female

This person was not

Mrs. Lee was barely 5'6

This man was not

"Um....see...here's the thing I would give you the flowers but I can't" I stated

"And why is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you aren't Mrs. Lee" I vocalized

"이 멍청한 여자. Obviously not. I'm her son, Jeno" He said rudely.

Now my Korean (I'm assuming) might not be the best but it didn't take long for me to figure out that he was insulting me.

This rude bitch.

"You're the one who's lost all common sense. How was I to magically assume that you were her son? For all I know you could have been a stalker or something. I am many things Mr. Lee but a mat is not one of them so don't try to walk all over me. Kindly get that through your thick skull." I offered him a tight smile.

His body went rigid and we both stood in silence for a while.

That was until he took one long stride and was suddenly leaning on the tabletop baring his teeth at me like a fucking dog.

It was hot.

no, it wasn't.

Because of the close proximity, I could now admire his facial features. My eyes immediately went to his pink lips lips

Then his Sharp jaw could probably cut concrete

His big nose led me to believe...stuff.

And.....sweet baby reindeer.....his eyes

Double fuck.

His eyes were practically drilling through me.

Oh fuck me.

He suddenly smirked "You would like that wouldn't you"

My eyes widened realizing I said that out loud

Suddenly he used his index finger to trace from my jaw to my lips, then he used his thumb skimmed over my bottom lip

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked

I gasped "Let's not...have this type of discussion"

he smirked "Don't be ashamed I wouldn't have a problem giving you what you want"

I folded my lips not knowing how to react in the least - I only get sexual experiences and confrontations from books- virgin way possible.

"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed

I rolled my eyes and stepped back.

Yes

"No"

You're hot

"You're not as hot as you think you are asshole"

Triple fuck.

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yofriendlywriter · 3 months

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IN A MAN'S WORLD (M)

"The mafia world has always been a male dominated place. One woman was ready to change that."

Pairing: lee jeno X y/n (fem)

Genre: Slooow Burn, Mafia AU, Enemies To Lovers, Eventually Smut,

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning: Cursing: Explicit language, Drugs, Alcohol, Smut, Physical fighting, Unaliving "Traditional Men & Women roles" being mentioned.

A/N: This is my first ever fic, I've had this idea in my head for too long and now I want to do it lol, please give me comments or send me a message on my ask me anything:)) mwah <33 p.s lmk if u wanna be in the taglist :)

Status: Coming Soon

Idol List:

NCT ot20, Seventeen, Le Sserafim & Mamamoo

//Chapter Index

Chapter Index :

Introduction

Prologue

Chapter 1 : A boys club

Chapter 2 : Whiskey and Red Lipstick

Chapter 3 : In the Shadows

Chapter 4 : Unveiling Power

Chapter 5 : At Last.

Epilogue

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tonicandjins · 11 months

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if walls could talk | lee donghyuck

CHARACTER: haechan/lee donghyuck and reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

GENRE: mafia

WARNINGS: mild s-exual content, some language, g-uns

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HERE'S THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF 23 MOMENTS WITH DONGHYUCK! :) As usual please leave comments and send me asks!

The first mission with the notorious Lee Donghyuck involved looking for the hoodlums who attacked Na Jaemin during his trip to Beijing.

Lee Donghyuck is the syndicate’s big boy—the leader of the pack, they would call him, praising and glorifying the floor he walks on because that’s how good he is. People in and out of your organization, whether or not they’d had any interaction with him at all, would tell you how heartless this man is, then proceed to talk about the missions he’d complete and how he’s the most sought after agent, telling tales about different syndicates and organizations trying to recruit him. You don’t know much about Lee Donghyuck, only the ones the women from your organization gossip about inside the restrooms when they think no one’s listening. And if the walls could talk, well, they’d probably have the juiciest information about the Lee Donghyuck.

Considering his reputation in world of underground businesses, he’s known not to take missions that were too small for his big boy world, hence, it’s a surprise when Mark Lee calls you at two in the morning, telling you a private jet is waiting for you and Lee Donghyuck.

He’s dressed in the darkest shade of black, a thick, expensive leather jacket adorning his unassuming body, jeans ripped in a way one could barely consider it wearable.

“I was in a rush,” he’d explained when he caught you looking at the honey skin showing from where the material is ripped on his knees, legs, up and up. “Had to hop in the plane as quickly as I could.”

You’d nodded, still half asleep, the digital clock showing it’s 2:18 in the morning. You can’t recall if you even introduced yourself, but you remember being shaken, woken up by Lee Donghyuck when you’d arrived in China.

A man named Huang Renjun welcomes you and Lee Donghyuck as soon as you step foot off the plane. You’d met Renjun sometime last year, when he’d visited Mark Lee in Seoul’s headquarters and delivered the custom-made pistols you’d ordered from his city. You never really kept in touch—and it’s not like anyone from your world keeps in touch with anybody else.

He leads you towards the SUV waiting and tells you about the whereabouts of Qian Kun and how you’d find him at five in the morning. It turns out that Qian Kun knows where to find the group of people who put Na Jaemin in a goddamn coma. Renjun discusses the mission from the passenger seat, while you and Lee Donghyuck sit on the back. Lee Donghyuck’s jaw visibly tightens when Renjun describes Jaemin’s condition.

“I’m sorry, man,” Renjun sighs. “I do think it’s better if Jaemin stays here until he gains consciousness. There’s nothing you should be worried about though. The doctors working on him are the best of the best here in China. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“That motherfucker better be,” Lee Donghyuck huffs. “He owes me 20 million from the last time. And I’ll fucking kill him if he dies on me.”

Renjun chuckles. “He literally said the same thing when you had your incident here three years ago.”

It’s the first time you see Lee Donghyuck smile since you’d seen him today, or since you’d seen him at all if passing by him in the headquarters twice a year counts. He lets out the smallest of the small chuckles, lips upturned—both corners, not the infamous smirk he throws in anyone’s way—and looks up, quiet for a second before his mouth goes back to being a thin line.

“I’ll fucking kill them, Renjun,” he firmly says, like a warning—a promise.

Renjun nods. “I would to, if I had the skills like yours,” he replies. His phone chimes. “Kun’s been notified of your arrival. Remember not to trust him fully, yeah? We’re just taking the risk to go to him because he has the information we need to find the devils who attacked Jaemin. Don’t get your guard down.”

Lee Donghyuck smirks. “As if.”

Renjun reaches behind to hand Donghyuck the tablet that shows the map of Kun’s quarters. Lee Donghyuck leans close to you—you can smell his perfume from here—and shares the screen with you, fingers moving as he zooms in and out and navigate through the digital map.

“He probably setup some traps,” Renjun warns. “And they aren’t harmless, so be careful. Donghyuck-ah, you have to be careful, yeah? Mark thought it’d be a bad idea to send you here when you’re emotional and all—”

“Who said I’m emotional?” Lee Donghyuck grunts. “My hands are just itching to pull a trigger to someone’s head. Been quite some time.”

“That mission with Hendery in Germany went well, didn’t it?” Renjun asks. “Should’ve gone to Germany with you.”

“You’re practically useless in site missions, Renjun, no fucking offense,” the other spits. Renjun laughs. “Stay in your fucking lane. Inside the headquarters and in your makeshift laboratory and work on your gunsmith shit. Don’t get involved. Don’t want you to end up like stupid Jaemin who didn’t think of taking a someone with him when he wandered his stupid ass away in Beijing.” You stay quiet all this time. If the walls could talk, they wouldn’t know that Lee Donghyuck has friends.

Qian Kun is a fucking nightmare.

Getting through all his stupid traps and annoyingly impressive security system was a pain in the ass, but you and Lee Donghyuck managed to get through it.

It turns out that you and Lee Donghyuck like to dance. Not in a way when your skins are touching or your feet are matching each other’s pace, but in a way that you know how to fucking tango. You wonder why Mark Lee ever thought of calling you of all people to take this revenge mission, but he’s worked with you and Lee Donghyuck separately for almost a decade now. You assume he probably knows how well you and the leader of the pack could work together. Lee Donghyuck knows how to speak with his eyes, and you know how to read expressions like it’s a game. He carefully looks behind him as if he’d been stabbed in the back before, while you like to focus on what’s ahead, eyes on the path in front of you—hence, dancing tango.

Kun smiles when he sees you and Lee Donghyuck untouched inside his office.

“Come on, it’s fun!” he defends when Lee Donghyuck stares down at him, not a hint of humor showing his face. “It’s like a pre-training before you actually go on your mission, you know?”

“Cut the crap, Kun,” Lee Donghyuck retorts. “You know you could just tell Renjun whatever you know over the phone, right?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kun sighs. “Also, how would I know Renjun’s not recording any of our conversations? For all I know, he’s out there telling the media I’m alive.”

Lee Donghyuck exhales. “The world still thinks you died in that fire five years ago, Kun. And you’ve known us since then. Have we ever sold you out?”

Kun shrugs. “People change sides.”

“Not us,” you say. “Mark Lee’s been very diligent in ensuring that people think your dead.”

Kun smiles. “He’s the most trustworthy person I know. Even though I only know like three people I can trust.”

Lee Donghyuck takes a step. “Now, tell me where I can find the hoodlums who hurt Na Jaemin.”

The place that Kun gives you is located in between the largest corporations in Beijing—unassuming and hidden in plain sight. Renjun meekly equips you with the pneumatic air guns, while Donghyuck confirms he’s brought his own so he doesn’t need any.

The plan is to enter the corporation as Mr. and Mrs. Li from Tencent Holdings Ltd., the couple who is expected to visit. Kun’s found a way to delay the real Mr. and Mrs. Li by having them miss their flight and Mark, with the help of his tech friends from China, ensured they wouldn’t be able to contact the people they’re meeting.

The security lets you in after sneaking a careful glance on the IDs you present. But with the look of suspicion and a quick tap on the security’s earpiece, you know they know you and Lee Donghyuck aren’t Mr. and Mrs. Li.

Hence, you and him are now running and hiding from their security. Lee Donghyuck himself did not expect them to catch on so easily, and somehow, you think Qian Kun might have been involved.

“Fucking Kun,” Donghyuck grunts under his breath as you and him stop and slide yourselves in a narrow lane. “I knew we couldn’t trust him.”

You’re gasping, hands on your knees as you lean your back against the wall of a building. “Mark will take care of him,” you assure. “For now, let’s get out of here and plan better. From what it looks like, we’re dealing with something bigger. Maybe hurting Na Jaemin was just the tip of the iceberg.”

Footsteps and the sounds of weapons startle you and Lee Donghyuck. You take out your gun, but Donghyuck stops you and does the fucking impossible. He does it so quickly that it doesn’t sink in until you’re up against the wall.

He rids you of your hair tie in one pull and rips your jacket off, leaving your arms and chest exposed, only covered by your black tank top. He throws his own jacket alongside yours on the concrete, showing off his arms clad in a black shirt that fits his body well. And the next thing you know, he’s carrying you, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass as he pushes you against the cold, hard wall for support.

Lee Donghyuck has the fucking audacity to bite his lips and look into your eyes before diving in and kissing the air out of your fucking lungs. You squirm, groaning as he kisses you open mouth. Donghyuck gropes your ass harder as if he’s telling you to shut up, but you don’t’ condone being kissed without fucking consent, so you keep writhing under his touch, until he pushes his tongue in and you let out a sound—a moan—and you kind of want to punch the smirk out of his stupid lips.

You bite his lips in return, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Don’t,” you grit. “Ever kiss me without consent.”

Donghyuck adjusts and pushes his—damn it—crotch against your heat. “This,” he replies, mouth still all over yours. “Looks like a consent to me.”

And oh, you’re mad. You’re mad that Lee Donghyuck thinks he can do this to you whenever he pleases, like you’re one of the girls who talk about him inside the restrooms when they think no one’s listening. Like you’re some girl he can just push against the wall and make out with when it’s convenient. (You’re not about to show him how true that is right now.) Hence, you take one of your hands and wrap it around his neck.

Lee Donghyuck, for the first time since you met him at two in the morning, runs out of breath and stay still. You keep your mouth on him, while he keeps his agape, so you take the opportunity to invite your tongue in—take, take, take—until he comes to his senses and fights back.

And it’s like dancing tango, you think, except you have your hand tightly wrapped around his neck and Lee Donghyuck’s crotch feels harder than ever against your heat, and he has to stop and almost drops you when he realizes the people running after you are long gone.

You and him are out of breath when it’s over.

“What’d you do that for?” you confront.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“What? The choking?” Donghyuck blinks. You look down at the growing bulge on his pants. “I see you have a thing for choking.”

“Fuck off,” he grunts, turning to pick up his jacket. He kicks your towards where you stand. “Public kissing makes people uncomfortable.”

“That was your best idea?” you ask, bending down so you can pick up your jacket. “I knew everyone’s bluffing when they talk about how great you are.”

Donghyuck chuckles bitterly, walking further down the narrow lane and leading the way. You follow. “And I thought I made the smartest decision to bring you here with me.”

“You what?”

Lee Donghyuck chose you to come to Beijing with him? Now that you think about it, when Mark called you earlier today, he had said, “Someone needs your help today.”

Maybe it was the 2-in-the-morning haze, but kind of forgot about that. You are so used to being called at ungodly hours for a mission that you don’t really keep track of its purpose sometimes. You get up, get ready, and complete the mission—a cycle that you’re accustomed to. But this—Lee Donghyuck handpicking you as his partner for this assignment or revenge mission—is something new. Something you kind of want to get used to.

But Lee Donghyuck runs off before you could start asking questions. He quickly tells you that you and him better split off and try to get off the radar for a few hours and take the earliest flight back to Seoul. He doesn’t give you a rendezvous and just flees; he’s probably expecting you to know where to meet up at the end of the day.

You watch him take a taxi, your lips tingling as you observe the way Lee Donghyuck runs his fingers through his hair, fixing the mess you had made minutes ago. You lick your lips and taste him again; it sends you shivers down to your heat.

Oh, man. If the walls could talk, nobody would believe what just happened.

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traumainpyjamas · 8 months

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Re-imagining of the archive video "NCT U - the BAT" and the conversation between Johnny and Jeno.

Please enjoy <3

"Would you please sit down?" Johnny sighed and leaned back in his cold steel chair. He eyed clearly anxious Jeno, who had stood up and was now pacing around the gray garage.

"I don't understand how you can just sit there like..." Jeno muttered, kicking the metal leg of a nearby chair so it scraped loudly against the bare concrete floor.

"I'll get to it as soon as you put your ass on that bench." Johnny said in a low voice, within it a tone of threat that he didn't even try to conceal.

Jeno measured Johnny's demeanor for a moment before pouring himself into the opposite chair and crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at the older man.

"Thank you”, Johnny said with an almost petty grin and leaned over the table, resting his elbows on it. "If you want to save that girl.."

"What do you mean if!" Jeno snarled and barely prevented himself from storming away at that second. His fists were shaking from the bottled emotions, but he desisted under Johnny's piercing gaze.

“You are young. And foolish. And rushing into stupid situations.” Johnny said, leisurely glancing down to the sheet of paper that was resting on the table between them. He at least needed Jeno to sign it before he ran head first into trouble.

"And you are old, boring and slow." Jeno quipped back with a grin. He raised his arms over his head so that the sleeveless shirt nicely emphasized his arms.

Johnny smirked at his idiot little brother. So confident.

Jeno continued, "So are you just going to sit here on your ass, knowing that they're going to –"

"Yes”, Johnny stated, “and you will sit too."

But this time Jeno didn't back down.

"Why should I!" Jeno hissed between his teeth, slamming his palms on the hard steel table and leaning forward. He didn’t stop until he was so close to his brother's face that he could almost feel his breath. This was the first time he had defied Johnny like this, but Jeno could feel every passing second – a wasted second – carving a burning trail into his pounding heart.

"Sit down." Johnny growled, finally getting up himself and leaning on the table, staring menacingly at Jeno. After a few seconds of staring, Jeno grimaced at his brother's darkening eyes and marched alone out and into the awaiting darkness.

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chenle-dressed-in-black · 2 years

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Hiii ! Here to request again lol ! These are just some ideas, but part 2 to the mafia dream meeting you or like, the two other units meeting you (doesn't matter if you're in the mafia too or not) pleaaase ?

✰ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒!𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ✰ | seeing you again after you met in the middle of a mission

This is a part two to another reaction I did a while back! Under different circumstances, you and the boys are once again brought together. My mafia works often contain violence, blood, alcohol, & other similar themes, although none in excess. Please always feel free to reach out with specific questions & about what content warnings you’d like in the future! I’m trying to catch up on requested content & drafts! Thank you for your patience & support. Enjoy~

Check out part one or my m.list!

Mark

When you met him, he essentially saved your ass and you were grateful for the head start he gave you. After your former best friend amassed gambling debt with an organized crime group, she disappeared and left you to be collateral. Mark should’ve taken you, but he offered you a warning instead.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. It’s been a few months since he showed up in your apartment to kidnap you and you’re living in a new city, under a new name, with the upmost caution at all times.

You’re cooking dinner in your temporary apartment when you hear someone kick at your front door. Knowing you only have a moment, you snap into action and run to your bedroom. They’re in the apartment in seconds, just behind you.

“Y/N!” a man screams. “You did a good little job evading us, but your fun’s over now! Are you we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way? I won’t hurt you unless you make me.”

Your fingers tremble, but you force yourself to focus. There’s too much at stake. And you can hear another pair of feet behind him. I can do this, you think. No big deal.

The man takes a step down the hallway toward your room, then a voice behind him makes you gasp. “Leave her alone, dude. We talked about this.”

There’s absolutely no way, but you know it’s him.

“I want my money and I’m gonna get it, you prick. Don’t get in my way.”

Mark sighs. “That would be a mistake.”

“I’ll ask for your forgiveness with a load of cash in my hands, then.” The man takes another step toward your doorway. He’s close now. Mark doesn’t say anything else. He’s just going to let him come for you. “Little birdie, where are you?”

When he steps into your view, you’re ready. The gun fires and hits home, causing him to stagger back against the wall in shock. And drop his own gun. You dash forward, kicking it far away from him. “Get out of my fucking home before I put one in your skull. And leave me the hell alone. I didn’t do anything! Go find her instead of me, ass hat. She’s in fucking Madrid, if you need any direction.”

His face clenches in fury as he turns and walks away, cussing you out under his breath. You cock the gun again, because there’s still another man you don’t fully trust in your apartment. “That goes for you, too, Mark.”

“I was here to look out for you!” he says, stepping into your view.

If you pulled the trigger right now, it would hit his sternum. “Jack shit that did. Try harder next time.”

“Okay,” he says, conceding. “I’ll get them off your tail for good this time, but you should move again just to be safe, all right? I hear that Costa Rica is gorgeous.”

“I’ll be going somewhere else that you’ve never heard of. Now, go. And thanks, I guess.”

He turns. “Yup, of course. Always a pleasure catching up with you, Y/N.”

Renjun

The morning after raiding one of his enemies’ mansions, he’s shaving his face over the custom made onyx countertop in their master bathroom when one of his colleagues knocks on the door.

“Renjun!” she says. “You’re going to want to see this. Meet us in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Hastily, he rinses the leftover shaving cream off his face, drying it with one of their hundred dollar towels—damn, he seriously needs to invest in some of these—and throwing open the door to catch her before she leaves. “I’m ready. Explain while we walk.”

“So everything went perfectly last night and the Yangs are no longer an obstacle for our operations,” she explains, the inevitable “but” at the back of her throat. Renjun can feel a catch coming as they take the stairs. “Well, almost everything. Apparently, a housekeeper was unaccounted for and she’s rather intent on obtaining the Yangs’ whereabouts. We thought it best not to tell her that their bodies are sunk in the Han river without your input.”

Renjun opens the French doors separating the foyer from the kitchen. “Hello again, sweetheart. A moment alone with her, please.”

“What the hell did you do to them?” you cry, struggling against the ropes that bind you to a chair at the breakfast table. “I want to see them!”

He sits down across from you, interlacing his fingers on the dark wooden table. “Look, you’ve put me in a tricky situation. I told you to drop it, yet here you are. What am I supposed to do with you now, hmm? If I let you go, will you contact the authorities?”

“Immediately.”

Renjun puts his head in his hands and takes a moment of silence. His next words come out muffled. “You’re supposed to at least pretend to say ‘no.’ Haven’t you ever watched a crime show before?”

“Screw you!” You thrash some more. “You won’t get away with this, you monster.”

One hand goes over his heart. “Now you’re hurting my feelings. The Yangs are much worse than me, I assure you. You won’t make this simple for me, will you?”

“Go to hell.”

“Okay, great,” he says, “so I believe you’re going to have to stay with me for a little while until we come to a more civil agreement. What kind of arrangements shall I prepare for you? I have a very nice guest room in my home.”

“My family will go to the police.”

“I’ll take care of that, don’t worry. They won’t know anything happened. Is there anyone else I should contact on your behalf?”

You stare, defiant.

“If you prefer them to end up wrapped in this mess and in the ground, that’s fine, as well.”

You huff. “My best friends. You’ll see our group chat in my contacts. One of your girls took my phone already, so.”

“There we go,” he coos, leaning forward. “You’re learning to be good.”

Jeno

It’s a week night and you’re sitting on the couch watching a movie that’s not very interesting. When your doorbell rings, you frown and set your bowl of soup down on a side table. You aren’t expecting anyone, but you answer anyway.

It’s the boy from the mobster-sister-revenge-killing situation you got caught in the middle of and tried to block out completely. Your eyes scan the area behind him to see if he’s brought anyone else. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, hands shifting in the pocket of his blue zip-up hoodie. He looks so mundane, standing in your doorway in the moonlight, for a sophisticated criminal.

You start to ease the door shut. “You can’t be here. That was like a one-time thing—letting you come here to rest and eat—because you looked like hell and, honestly, I was still in shock, but you’ve got to go now.”

“Wait, please,” he says, his voice gentle enough to bring up a wave of sympathy for him. You nod. “Thanks. I just—did you go to the police about me?”

That’s not what you were expecting. “Uh, no? That was like a month ago. Why would I call them now?”

“Okay, awesome. Somebody else must’ve seen what happened, then. I had to know if it was you. I couldn’t believe you’d do that.”

You cross your arms. “You don’t even know me. But, no, I didn’t say anything and I’m not going to. It’s over. So, if you don’t mind . . . good night.”

“Yeah, right,” he says sheepishly. “Good night, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

The way he almost seems shy and unsure of himself makes your brows furrow. Is this actually the same guy who claimed to be a gang member? “Yeah, whatever. Are you, like, okay? You’re acting weird.”

“No, it’s nothing.” He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s just, do you think we could maybe, like, go out sometime or something?”

“No!” you say. “I don’t go out with gang members, dude. It’s not gonna happen.”

There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Never? Not even if I took you to eat somewhere nice?”

“Okay, maybe next Friday.” A smug expression dominates his entire pretty face. “Go! Leave before I change my mind. Seven o’clock!”

Haechan

Since the stunningly attractive boy approached you outside a cafe two weeks ago, your life has brightened up considerably. Your friends have caught you jumping in excitement each time your phone buzzes and smiling at your phone. It should be embarrassing how much you’re starting to like him, but you simply can’t help it. He’s just so goddamn charming.

You’re waiting for him to pick you from your front steps. There’s already a grin on your face and butterflies in your stomach. When his car pulls into the driveway, you wave.

To your surprise, he steps out of the car. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you say, blushing as he opens the car door for you. “I like your shirt.”

It’s a patterned button-up that suits his figure well. As you head toward the mini golf place, you feel like a fool for a second when you realize how crazy he must think you are. You won’t stop grinning and you’re already in the palm of his hand, but you barely know him.

Then you catch him looking over at you the exact same way, smiling to himself. “I think I should tell you now that Haechan is a nickname, not my real name. Can’t start this off with dishonesty.”

“Oh? And what’s your real name?”

“Can I trust you?” After your easy nod, he shares a conspiratorial look with you. “It’s Donghyuck.”

“A pretty name for a pretty boy,” you say, pointing to a flashing sign. “That’s the place on the right.”

He pulls the car into a spot near the front of the dirt lot, cutting the engine and turning to you. “Tell me, was it the sister-in-law in the end?”

“Yes, it was!” You’re flattered he remembered the topic of your very first conversation. “I’m reading the sequel now. The main character got help from a childhood friend and she’s still running for her life.”

When you glance over at him, you expect to find the polite but ingenuine interest most have whenever you mention books, but his full attention is on you—and it’s not just to be polite. In this moment, you think to yourself, god, how did I get so lucky?

Jaemin

After a stressful week of laundering money and evading capture by his enemies, Jaemin is happy to finally have a day off. He’s come to try a new coffee shop that he researched on the internet. When he saw the pictures of the interior and the latte art, he knew he had to come here.

The person ordering in front of him steps aside, so he clears his throat and looks up at the menu board handwritten in chalk.

“Hi, what can I get started for you today?” Your eyes meet and you stare at one another, dumbfounded. “Oh, it’s you.”

“And it’s you,” he echoes. “I didn’t know you were a barista! I’m glad to see you back in superb health.”

Your tone is light. “No thanks to you. What can I get you?”

“Surprise me. As long as it’s heavily caffeinated and dairy-free.”

As you punch in the information on the tablet register, you hold a smile. “This one’s on me. Consider it payback for the free check-up.”

“Thank you.” He watches you scribble something onto a cardboard cup, moving along the counter with you as you make his drink. “How have you been?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “I’ve been working a lot, but I love my job, so it’s not so bad. You?��

He leans against the counter. “Lots of work for me, too. This is my day off, actually. How long have you been working here? This place is so cool.”

“Almost a year now. I started out doing all the menu art.”

Jaemin catches another glance of the chalkboard, with its loopy writing and shaded drawings. “Oh, wow. You’re good.”

“Thanks.” You hand him a cup over the counter. “Here, it’s a red velvet latte with oat milk. Enjoy.”

Your hands touch as he accepts the drink. His hand is warm. “Excellent drink, excellent customer service. I’ll have to come here more often, I think.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” you say. “Until next time . . .”

“Jaemin.”

“See you around, Jaemin.”

Chenle

That night, he really believed there could be something between you two. If it hadn’t been for his mission to catch a target, he would’ve spent the whole night with you. Alas, his business card and a flirty grin is all he left you with.

Honestly, the fact that you never called hurts his ego. Chenle thought he had you in the bag. Her loss, he thinks to himself as he sips a glass of expensive wine on his yacht. It’s been three weeks and not a whisper from you.

A noise from the dock gets his attention. “Mark! It took you long enough, man.”

He stands up and puts his glass down on the coffee table, ready to embrace his friend, but the sliding door shatters and shards of glass rain down on him. Everything happens too quickly—someone’s in the room with him and he’s on the ground. Looking up, his eyes narrow.

You smile down at him, but the look is evil. “Sorry I didn’t call. Been busy.”

“Don’t tell me I’m about to have to kill you,” he says, masking his surprise as best he can, “it’d be such a shame to watch the light go out of those pretty eyes.”

“Relax, I’m not here to kill you.” You reach for his wine glass and take a long swig, then put it back on the table. “I’m just going to need the keys to this boat. Oh, and your little Tesla out there, too.”

Sitting up, he runs his tongue over his lip and gives you a nasty glare. “So you aren’t working for Crystal Company after all. Who are you working for?”

“Don’t worry yourself with that,” you say, voice smooth as velvet as you examine the contents of a bookshelf, pocketing a few odd figurines. “And don’t move again or I’ll introduce this machete to your kidneys.”

“Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll pay you double.” Chenle crosses his arms, reaching for his wine. You lift your weapon, but he puts an arm up. “Just trying to relax . . . Y/N, wasn’t it? You obviously have a valuable skillset. I’d like to have you on my team.”

Knocking the wine out of his hand and onto the floor, you grab his chin, forcing him to look in your eyes. “I’m listening.”

“How much are they paying you?”

“I want two hundred thousand,” you say, to which he nods. “And, I’d like the Tesla.”

Chenle rolls his eyes. “Fine, whatever, now let go of me before I change my mind and let you rob me instead. You know, you were really smart. Hiding in plain sight during that ball.”

“My intellect is all yours now, for a rather generous compensation, and perhaps a nice dinner?”

He stares at you, then laughs. “Are you flirting with me? After you just tried to steal my shit? Unbelievable.”

“Fine, I like a challenge.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.”

Jisung

Jisung’s face remains expressionless. “How did you find my address?”

“I did internet research,” you say dismissively. “Anyway, I came to ask for your help.”

“Okay?” His confusion is transparent. He motions toward the bench on his front porch. “Do you want to sit?”

The both of you settle next to each other in uneasy silence. “Will you testify in court about the night I was attacked?”

Instantly, a thousand thoughts swim through Jisung’s head, most of them screams. He knows that getting anywhere near the law is a bad idea for someone like him, should they get even slightly curious about his background. Plus, he was literally out searching for a person he kidnapped that night.

“Umm, I’m not sure,” he says, tensing. “So it’s going to trial soon, then?”

You nod. “Three weeks. I want justice for what she did to me. You’re the only other witness. Please, I really need you. My story won’t make sense without you and they might subpoena you regardless once everything comes out.”

“Shit, they definitely will. Look, I wasn’t up to my best behavior before I ran into that night, so we’re going to have to figure out that part of the story. It won’t make me look good.”

“My attorney can help,” you assure. “She’s really good and you’re not the one on trial. She can prep you. This really means a lot to me, so I appreciate it. Here, take this.”

He lets you put the sticky note in his hand. “Is this . . . ?”

You stand as if to go. “Her number is the second one. Mine’s the first. In case you need anything. You did literally save my life, so it doesn’t really matter to me if you were out buying pot or something before you did it.”

“Close enough,” he says. “I’ll call you tomorrow about getting our story straight?”

“That works. Thank you! Seriously.” You’re on the sidewalk now. “Good night, Park Jisung.”

“Did you find my social security number while you were investigating me, too?”

Your face is taken over by smugness. “I was totally gonna use it to blackmail you into testifying if you hadn’t agreed.”

“Now you know I won’t ghost you,” he jokes. “Good night!”

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Serpents and Dragons: Chapter 1

Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: After her father’s psychotic break, Y/N and her family moved to Seoul from Riverdale. After joining a mafia group, she and her family wind up back in Riverdale. Nothing could prepare her for the wonderful things she would experience there, nor the horrific events that would change her life forever.

Content Warnings: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence and/or injury, gang/ mafia activity, cursing, occultism, toxic family, bullying, harassment, inaccurate depictions of mafia lifestyle and medical information. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING YOU READ! Reminder: I am not responsible for your triggers and cannot cater to everyone who reads my works.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: I am so sorry about the delay in the schedule. I had senior portraits and completely forgot about them until the day before. Anyway, better late than never. Here is the first real chapter of Serpents and Dragons, I hope you enjoy it. (Also, slight spoiler, this generally follows the Riverdale plotline so I guess it should be considered a slow burn since they won’t meet until the plot for season 2 starts.)

The first few days in Riverdale were spent in seclusion. One of the few mansions in the town that had been previously deserted, now had 7 inhabitants. Within a week, the Riverdale branch of NCT was already flourishing again. Y/N had preoccupied herself with unpacking all of her things before deciding that she would visit Pop’s for the first time in a while.

“Lana! I’m heading out to Pop’s, do you want anything?” She shouted from the doorway.

“Oo! Get me Pop’s special curly fries, extra salt.” Her older sister responded, the excitement obvious in her voice. Y/N smiled before grabbing her jacket and heading towards her Yamaha sport bike. It had been a gift from Johnny on her 14th birthday, much to the dismay of her mother and sister, who would have preferred her to start with a cruiser. The black bike was her pride and joy, having put thousands of dollars and too much effort into it for it not to be. The 20 minute ride seemed to have flown by, but that could have been due to the fact that Y/N never follows speed limits. Parking her bike, Y/N dismounts, placing her helmet and jacket in the side compartments. ‘I don’t need everyone and their mother knowing that another gang has shown up in Riverdale just yet.’ She thought to herself before opening the door to Pop Tate’s Chock-Lit Shoppe.

“Hey, Pop.” She said calmly to the aged man at the counter.

“Well, I’ll be. Miss Y/N Kim has come back to town.” Pop said. The familiar old man in the comforting atmosphere of his diner made Y/N just a tiny bit emotional. “Let me guess. Chicken fingers with sweet potato fries and a strawberry shake with extra malt and 2 cherries on top.” The old man said, the fatherly smile on his face bringing a sense of contentment to Y/N.

“I see even 3 years of absence can’t shake your memory, Pop.” She smiled, adding that it will be a dine in order before dropping a 20 on the counter and a 10 in the tip jar. She looked around the old diner, memories from her childhood flooding back into her mind. Getting cherry freezes with her mom after receiving report cards, ice cream with her sister on hot summer Saturdays, and even sharing milkshakes with her father before going home for dinner. However, the memories that hit the hardest are those she shared with Archie, Betty, and Jughead. Sitting in a booth, at least one parent sitting at a table nearby, conversing about whatever 8 year olds talk about and planning out their sleepovers and hangouts for the next school year.

“Never thought, I’d see the day that an old friend comes back to this place.” A voice snapped Y/N out of her daydream. Searching for the voice, her eyes landed on the familiar crown shaped beanie. “Why exactly did you come back, Y/N/N?” Her eyes lit up as she walked over towards the boy sitting alone in a booth with just his laptop and a coffee.

“Juggie!” She squealed, enveloping said boy in a tight hug. “I missed you so much.” She said, keeping her grip on the boy until he separated.

“I see that not even the big city of Seoul can do anything to change you, Y/N.” Not long after, Pop dropped off Y/N’s food to the now shared booth and the next 2 hours were spent with the pair catching up with each other. Y/N obviously kept some things secret for the time being, but told Jughead all about the school she went to, the social scene in Seoul, and even about her sister’s marriage and mother’s death.

“I’m sorry about your mom, Y/N/N. She was a wonderful person and I know you miss her.” Y/N’s solemn expression worried Jughead, but he never would have expected her response.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Juggie. She may be gone, my dad too, but I have a new family now. Lana and her husband, plus all of the family that come along with him.” She said, her expression was now just as it had been the last couple of years, stone cold. She was unintentionally building a wall between her and Jughead, protecting herself so she doesn’t seem vulnerable. “I should head home, but we should keep in touch. Here’s my number, so text me sometime.” With a slip of paper and those final words, Y/N stalked up to the counter, grabbing the bag of food she had ordered for her sister 10 minutes prior and dropping Pop some more money before walking out the door.

She wasn’t aware of Jughead watching all of her moves as she left, switching the food out for her jacket and helmet before riding off back home. She didn’t realize that Jughead had seen the dragon emblem on the back of her jacket.

The rest of the summer went along normally. After her brief meeting with Jughead in the diner, they began to meet up more often, rekindling their old friendship. Eventually that bled into her friendship with Betty and Archie as well, however she did have to put in more effort to start talking to Archie again given how busy he had been. The summer was filled with hangouts at Pop’s, swimming trips to the quarry, and backyard cookouts at the Andrews’ house. It was July 4th weekend and almost everyone in Riverdale was preparing for the special day. Some were planning road trips, others were spending precious time with their family. For the members of NCT, those living in Shadowfield Manor specifically, they were camping near Sweetwater river.

“Y/N, I swear. If you lose that compass, I will smite you.” Renjun threatened, slightly out of breath from the hike to their campsite. “Renjun, I am one of the most, if not the most, responsible of our group. Besides, I know my way around here so even if I did lose it, we would still be able to find our way back.” She grunted, holding onto a tree to steady herself up a ledge.

“Jeno, stop putting rocks in my bag to weigh it down. Not all of us work out 29 hours a day, 10 days a week.” Jaemin complains, throwing yet another rock out of his backpack. Jeno just shrugged, secretly picking up another rock and replacing the one that was just thrown out.

“If you told anyone that those two specialize in assassination and body disposal, not a single person would believe it.” Lana whispered to Jaehyun, who simply shook his head at the duo's antics. ‘I don’t think they would believe it if you said any of those five are gang members, actually.’ Lana thought to herself, keeping track of any landmarks they passed, just in case they did end up getting lost.

A sharp squeal was heard behind the group, gathering the attention of everyone in the group, who whipped around to see if there was a threat. “I swear I feel a snake against my foot!” Chenle, the youngest of the group, screeched, his high pitched exclamation probably being heard all the way in Fox Forest.

“Chenle… that’s grass.” Y/N sighed, staring at the blades of soft grass that are still against his foot. “I don’t know how you do deliveries when you’re this jumpy.” She grumbles before spotting their campsite. “There’s our site. Do try to not kill yourselves within the next 10 yards.” Lana chuckled at her sister’s comment before dropping her stuff on one of the tree stumps within the campsite.

“Our resident arsonist, Renjun, would you mind starting the fire?” Lana asked, not even waiting for his nod of approval before giving everyone else assignments. “It’s already 7:30, so if we want to do anything before sundown, we should start now. Chenle, help with the fire. Y/N and Jeno, pitch the tents. Jaemin, Jaehyun, and I will start with dinner.” She ordered, tossing the three tent bags to the pair and giving Chenle the fire starters.

“Jeno, I don’t think this is how you pitch a tent.” Y/N deadpanned, looking at the wobbly structure that Jeno had put together in less than five minutes. “It literally looks like it’s about to collapse if someone breathes on it.” As if mother nature wanted to prove her point, a small gust of wind blew, knocking the tent down completely.

“This is stupid. Why do we even need a tent anyway? We should just rough it out and sleep on the ground.” Jeno grumbled, sulking on a nearby stump while Y/N finished setting up the tent she had been given. Seeing her perfectly pitched tent was yet another blow to Jeno’s ego. Especially considering that the fire had been started and dinner was in the works, so the only thing left to do was get the tents set.

“Alright, quit sulking. We have two more tents to pitch since yours caved in. Let’s get to work.” Y/N said, grabbing Jeno’s wrists and pulling his limp frame from his seat. Within the next 20 minutes both of the other tents were pitched and the pair joined the others by the fire. It wasn’t a big fire, considering they had to cook over it, but the warmth it gave on a cool summer night was almost addicting. “Never thought that Mr. Lee Jeno himself, who claims to be super handy, wouldn’t know how to pitch a simple tent.” Y/N joked, bruising the prideful boy’s ego just a little more.

“It was extremely entertaining though. Watching him be completely lost with what to do with the spokes was probably the height of entertainment these days.” Jaemin joked, nudging his best friend’s shoulder.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Jeno grumbled, grabbing a piece of bell pepper from the ingredients pile Lana had made for dinner. Noticing the missing pepper and spotting Jeno’s hand going in for another, she quickly smacked it away, scolding the boy.

“Fragile tent aside. Let’s go swimming in the river tomorrow. There’s a nice pond not far from where the river forks, so we should go swimming there.” Lana said, turning the potatoes sitting in the fire. “Jae and I used to go there every summer when we were younger. It’s pretty secluded so it was the only place we got any… privacy.” Lana continued, dragging out the last few words just to mess with the teenagers in front of her, all of whom groaned at the words leaving her.

“Ew. We don’t need to know about your sexual endeavors so please, keep the details to a minimum. Better yet, let’s not talk about it ever again.” Y/N said, a look of disgust washing over her face, matching that of the boys beside her. Lana and Jaehyun just quietly laughed to themselves, hands intertwined as Lana stirred the soup cooking over the fire. In all actuality, they hadn’t done anything sexual in the spot and it was really just used so they could spend quality time together without the peering eyes of their parents over their shoulders.

“Well, dinner is almost ready. Why don’t we decide on sleeping arrangements?” Jaehyun said, stirring the pot that was dangling over the bright orange flames. “Obviously Lana and I will be in one tent. So with the other two we can either split you into a group of two and a group of three. The other option is we have Y/N share a tent with us.” Now Y/N has nothing against her sister and brother-in-law, but she would rather not have to share a tent with them.

“We’ll do two and three!” Y/N said, very quickly, shuddering at the idea that her sister and Jaehyun may try and get naughty while she’s sleeping. “We’ll figure it out when we go to sleep, but I am not going to share a tent with you two.” She finished and began unpacking the bowls and utensils they had packed for this trip.

“What a coward-” Jeno started, abruptly stopping when Renjun’s hand collided with his skull. “The hell was that for?!” He exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his head. Renjun shot him a warning look, motioning towards Y/N, who held a small plastic knife in her hand. Under normal circumstances, someone with a plastic knife wouldn’t be threatening, but with Y/N and her exceptional knife skills, it spelled certain death for Jeno.

“Jeno… you have about 15 seconds to run before I shiv you with this butter knife.” Y/N warned. Nobody was planning on interfering with her Jeno-oriented homicide, especially not Jaemin, who had been on the receiving end of her butter knife attacks before.

Jaemin patted his best friend’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, “If I were you, I’d take her warning and actually run. She knows which arteries to aim for.” Jeno seemed to weigh his options for a second, standing still with a shocked look on his face before bolting in the direction of the river. Y/N was hot on his tail and all anyone else could do was watch.

After a grueling 15 minutes, Lana finally put an end to the murder chase and called the two back to eat. “I swear, you two will be the death of me. I’m certain I already have gray hairs from the stress you put me under.” She said, rubbing her temples in disdain.

“Lana, I think that those gray hairs are from you getting old.” Renjun snarked, earning him a well-deserved smack on the head from Lana and Jaehyun. Renjun glared at the two, rubbing the sore spot on his head before turning his back to them and sipping on his soup.

Once everyone had finished eating and cleaned up the remnants of dinner, Lana and Jaehyun stalked to their tent while the five teenagers behind them argued about where to sleep. “No way in hell am I sharing a tent with Chenle. He snores like a bear and I know for a fact that he’ll try to steal my sleeping bag at some point.” Jeno complained, gripping his sleeping bag tighter whenever Chenle jokingly grabbed at it.

“I swear you two are the biggest babies in grown men’s bodies. Jaemin, Jeno and I will share a tent and Y/N can have Chenle-” Renjun was quickly cut off with a smack to the back of his head. “Damn! If you all keep this up, I’m gonna have permanent brain damage.” He complained, rubbing the once again sore spot on his head.

“If you think for one second that I am going to share a tent with Chenle alone, you have another thing coming. If I have to suffer, I’m gonna make sure at least one of you suffers with me.” Poor Chenle just sat there as his friends took digs at him, but silently snuck away to go to bed. “Renjun, since you wanna be the ringleader of our tent distribution, why don’t you sleep with Chenle and Jaemin, Jeno and I will share the other tent.” Y/N snarked, grabbing her sleeping bag and the arms of the other two boys and quickly diving into the empty tent.

“Next time, we’re bringing four tents.” Jaemin grumbled, pulling out the air mattress he had snuck with him. “It would really suck to be Renjun and Chenle right now because I know for a fact that I’m the only one who brought an air mattress.” As soon as Jaemin said that, Y/N’s phone pinged with a message from her sister.

“Well, Jaemin, I hate to burst your bubble but Lana and Jaehyun also have an air mattress. Wait a second, those motherfuckers!”

“Language!”

“I think they have a portable aircon!” Y/N exclaimed, quickly unzipping the tent and sprinting over to her sister. She ripped open their tent door, “What the hell?! How is that fair? The rest of us have to sit out here in the summer heat and you’re chilling in here all comfortable with an AIRCON?!?!” After about ten minutes of bantering, Y/N finally returned to her tent and laid down on the full dressed air mattress.

“Never thought I would see you lose your cool over an air conditioning unit.” Jeno said smugly, getting under the covers on one side of the bed. Jaemin crawled into the other side, leaving very little room for their other tent inhabitant.

“Scooch.” Y/N said before weaseling her way between the two boys and snuggling up to the fluffy pillow Jaemin had packed. Seconds later she felt a harsh poke in her ribcage, turning her head to be met with Jaemin’s disapproving glare.

“That was my pillow.” He grumbled before moving half the pillow closer to him and laying his head down. “You’re so lucky that you’re my best friend or else I would have ripped your nails off their beds.” He half-heartedly threatened, bringing the blanket up to his neck.

“I swear to God, if you two don’t shut the hell up, I’m gonna come over there and smother you with that damn pillow.” Renjun’s groggy voice was heard from the tent next to them, however, it was mostly drowned out by Chenle’s obnoxiously loud snores. “I may just smother myself with it at this point.” He almost whispered, disregarding his own comfort and flipping the pillow on top of his ears.

The sun had barely risen, the digital clock on Lana’s cell phone reading 5:30, which was far too early for any of the teenagers to have willingly woken up. Lana and Jaehyun themselves had only been awake for around fifteen minutes, which was just enough time to restart the fire and start making breakfast. “Never again will I agree to take five teenagers and a man baby on a camping trip.” The young woman grumbled, sipping coffee with one hand and stirring eggs with the other.

“What do you mean ‘man baby’? I am very mature.” Jaehyun snarked but the slurping of his coffee just proved his wife’s words to be true. Luckily, the death glare he received from her was enough to put a stop to the coffee slurping. Instead he busied himself with waking up all of the soon-to-be grumpy teenagers. “Rise and shine brats. Get up, we’re gonna have breakfast.” He said loudly, ripping open the tent and letting the harsh rays of the sun cascade over the kids’ faces.

Loud groans were heard, specifically from Jeno, who everyone knew wasn’t a morning person. The next complaints were from Y/N, who was the only one brave enough to actually voice her taunts at Jaehyun. “I think I understand why the only person who took interest in you was Lana. I can guarantee that it isn’t even six, so why the hell do you want us up so early?” She complained, her sleepy glare matching that of her sister.

“Well, either you get up now or I come back with a mug of river water and soak all of your pajamas.” He smiled before heading off to the other tent. Fortunately, his threat seemed to work as the three filed out of their tent and towards the logs surrounding the campfire that Lana had been sitting at for the last ten minutes.

Jaemin made a beeline for the coffee pot, so eager that you’d think he was just going to drink from the pot itself. “Jaem, you may need to chill with the caffeine. I don’t think your heart can handle your usual ten cups a day for the rest of your life.” Y/N said, pulling a bottled orange juice from the cooler that had been set in the river to preserve the temperature.

“My heart is gonna be just fine.” He said as Jaehyun practically dragged Renjun and Chenle to the fire. “I’d rather be bouncing off the walls than be as much of a drag as Renjun.” He said, smugly sipping his coffee afterward, definitely not expecting the harsh slap to the back of his head. “Ow.” He deadpanned, staring at the new coffee stain on his shirt.

The next twenty minutes were spent in casual conversation and a general sense of comfort. Everything seemed normal until the sound of a gunshot resonated throughout the area. The initial sound startled Chenle enough that he dropped the mug he had been holding. “Is there someone looking for us?” He asked worriedly, looking back and forth between Lana and Jaehyun.

Unlike Lana, Jaehyun and Y/N, the other boys were unsettled by the sound. “I forgot that you’re not used to things around here. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it was just a hunter getting its catch.” Y/N shrugged, brushing aside the boys’ panic. While her words themself did little to calm the boys down, the reassuring nods from the elders of the group did the trick. Throughout the rest of the camping trip, the group went on to believe that the gunshot they heard was just a hunter. And they would continue to believe such, until they went back to town and found out that Jason Blossom had disappeared from Sweetwater River that same day.

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07 : Final Showdown

GENRE ― nct as mafia, txt as mafia, college!au

SUMMARY ― This is the showdown where it was supposed to be done a few years ago, and now it has come, Natalie knew both hands would be filled with red.

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ― violence, as what the title says the final showdown, so we can expect blood would be spilled and broken bones and lots of crying

previous chapter (chapter 6)

Natalie was being brought to an abandoned apartment by the two girls, standing in front of a broken fridge.

Sylvia had her hand touched the handle of the fridge, and surprisingly the fridge moved by itself to the side.

"Come on, ladies!" Sylvia led them to a secret passage, then feeling darkness at the back since the fridge had moved to its original place.

"Are you guys kindapping― Woah!"

Bright lights and gadgets were seen in Natalie's view, making her eyes pop out in amazement.

"What is this place?" Natalie turned towards Sylvia with an amazed look.

"...It's my work area for my arrows," Sylvia answered with a small smile.

"I thought you retired from the lifestyle?" Natalie is confused.

"Yes. I am a retired assassin but my best friend, who wants to save her best friend, needed me so..." Sylvia eyed Irina who was already zipping her bodysuit.

"...What?" Natalie frowns, finally realising the two of them are helping her again. "Wait, no―

"I found another solution other than killing, Soobin." Irina cuts Natalie sharply. The assassin stood in front of her.

"So, we tell you the solution in exchange that you allow us to help." Irina made a deal, seeing Natalie frowning slightly before sighing in defeat.

"Fine."

"Great!" Sylvia clapped, before gesturing to Irina to do the honors of explaining.

"We went through a shit hole of security bugs and walls for this," Irina recalled before taking out a USB. "I teamed up with the head assassins just to hack into Kingpin's workers datas and we found a file containing all information of the kids he abducted."

"...And we found his hideout!..." Sylvia added at the back.

Natalie's mouth opened in shock, she couldn't believe Irina just hacked into one of the most wanted and slippery mafia.

"What's with the USB?" Natalie gestured towards what Irina was holding. Sylvia emerged beside Irina, passing Natalie a bodysuit.

"We are planning to sneak into his hideout, and insert the USB to his laptop." Sylvia explained and Natalie sighed.

"This is really dangerous guys." Natalie took the bodysuit from Sylvia.

"No shit." Irina muttered, giving Natalie an obvious look.

The three girls grabbed their own guns, and gadgets. While the two girls were handling their own weapons, Natalie was hesitating but she knew she could trust them.

"I found a way too," Natalie's voice was quiet but the girls heard her.

"What is it?" Irina turned towards her, watching her facing them. "..I know where the chip is planted..... on Soobin."

"Where?" Sylvia frowns watching Natalie showing them her wrist – she specifically pointed two towards her wrist, specifically three fingers away from where her wrist was located.

"Here." Natalie muttered, "...There's a code. His code is CS1K." She added, eyes searching onto Irina and Sylvia who was looking at her own wrist.

"I saw Beomgyu's one too." Sylvia confessed, now it was Natalie's turn to look at her.

"Beomgyu? You mean Soobin's brother?" Irina frowns and Sylvia nods.

"Same location as where Natalie pointed, but his code is 'CB3K'." She added.

The three of them went quiet for a while, before Irina broke the silence by crossing her arms to Sylvia. “Since when have you been close with him?” Irina gave her a weird look and Sylvia innocently smiled at her.

“What? I can’t be friends with boys now?”

“Whatever you say. Your boyfriend gets jealous easily,” Irina muttered, eyeing towards Sylvia who was pouting.

“Not to mention possessive.” Natalie added quietly, earning a look of disbelief from Sylvia. “Not you too!?!”

"Okay, back to the original topic, the chip should be right there." Natalie said, already taking out a few surgical knives onto her pockets.

"If it's right there," Irina paused, ".....you have to cut it, to remove the chip." She turned towards Natalie who looked kind of disgusted but soon replaced with a nod.

"That easy?" Sylvia commented and Irina scoffed, shaking her head with an amused smile. "No. I fought with Soobin before, like I told you that day," Irina turned towards Natalie, who avoided her eyes.

"All I can say is that he is strong, Nat." Irina warned her, “And he is different from the Soobin you know. You have to remember he is being controlled.”

“Even if you broke his nose, broke his wrist, kicked his dick, fractured his ribs, he will keep attacking. Only the controller knows his health status by the way.” Irina explained, at the same time reminded her.

Natalie knew at the end of the day, both of them would be damaged in terms of their physique.

Just as they were about to grab more weapons, a small beeping was heard and Sylvia quickly checked onto the monitor which is like a security camera.

"Shit. Someone is here." Sylvia turned towards the two girls.

"I'll go and check it out," Irina was about to walk ahead when Natalie grabbed her arm. "No! You can't just show yourself alone."

"No offence between the three of us, I'm more experienced so..." Irina trailed off and Natalie groaned, knowing she was right. She slowly let go of Irina's arm, seeing she already had a gun.

Sylvia already had her own arrow attached, as she went behind Irina for back-up.

Natalie was behind them, seeing Irina at the front who was about to reveal herself – but she stopped at her tracks, as well as lowering her gun down.

From behind, Sylvia was already on guard after seeing her friend's gun down. But once she saw who it was, Sylvia too had her bow and arrow down.

"What?" Natalie muttered, and Sylvia gestured to go to the front.

Her footsteps were slow yet tense and that's because of the atmosphere. As soon as she sees what or who made them stop, Natalie understands why.

"Taeyong."

There he was leaning against the walls with his usual mafia formal clothing, looking at her with a slight smile.

"How did you find us?" Natalie muttered while putting her gun away. Taeyong quietly showed his own phone. "I have a tracking device on you, remember?"

Natalie curses herself, while looking at her two friends who were just giving her an apologetic look.

"Taeyong. If you are going to stop me, I―

"Who said I was stopping you?" Taeyong was already walking towards her, and there was a shocking look coming from Natalie as she was watching him.

Taeyong has always been protective to the point she would tell him off to her own parents and in the end he would get a lecture from his own parents.

She felt bad sometimes but Taeyong could get pretty protective sometimes.

He was looking at her with a smile, and she didn't expect what he was about to do next. Taeyong had his hands raised towards her side, somehow inserted an earpiece.

"I'm aware of the mission the three of you are going on," Taeyong announced, this time without a smile as he turned towards Sylvia and Irina. "I got the information from your boyfriends,"

The three of them know they were Jeno and Jaemin.

"...And you." Taeyong turned his attention towards the platinum haired girl. He was clenching his jaw, frowning while eyeing her. Natalie thought he was going to yell at her but again, Taeyong is always a surprise.

He holds both of her sides, before pulling her into his arms.

Natalie was so surprised that she could only make eye contact with the two girls, they looked surprised at her.

"Tae..?" Natalie softly called, after hearing Taeyong sighing loudly at her back before letting her go.

"I can't believe my little sister is going on a suicide mission," Taeyong muttered.

"It isn't suicide. I'm more worried about them," Natalie pointed towards the two girls at the back.

"They are experienced, Nat. Sure they would be back with huge bruises and cuts but they will be back alive," Taeyong cupped her cheeks, reassuring her as she nodded.

Taeyong searched into her eyes for any signs of fear or second thoughts but all he could see was the eyes of confidence of a little girl who is trying to save her best friend.

Taeyong knew he couldn't keep her out of danger, more like her trying to meddle into danger to save someone.

"Nat, promise me," Taeyong whispered, "Promise me you'll be back, please." He begged and Natalie nodded a few times before removing her hands that were still cupping her cheeks.

"Okay, okay! I will! I promise!" Natalie smiled, before giving her a peck on the cheek and a side hug.

"I assume you brought back-up?" Natalie smirked slightly and Taeyong gestured out of the apartment. "Parking lot, the usual van you always see when I hunt people."

"You're the best!" Natalie shot him finger guns before running her way out of the apartment, causing Irina and Sylvia to chase after the girl knowing she ran fast compared to the others.

Taeyong sighed, shaking his head before taking his phone, sending out a few messages to the respective groups.

"I'm so dead if mother and father knows about this."

"His back up is Yuta, Jaehyun and Doyoung?" Sylvia whispered towards Natalie as soon as they got out of the van.

The three men were already ahead of the hallway with their backs on the wall.

"Don't underestimate them," Natalie whispered, "They are strong and fast."

"I get Yuta and Jaehyun, but Doyoung?... Seriously?" Sylvia reacted, squinting towards where Doyoung was.

"I think we are forgetting the fact that you guys are wearing an earpiece, so whatever you guys are talking about, we can hear you.... I heard what you said Sylvia." Doyoung's voice was heard on both of their earpieces, and Sylvia made a face towards Natalie.

"Sorry." Sylvia whispered and silence started to fill them again.

According to Sylvia's device as shown in the van previously, they will be brought to a warehouse where there would be underground levels below.

So Kingpin basically did his dirty work underground, and he might be there too.

Once they passed the hallway, there when they were met with two ways on both of their sides.

"I'll go to the left," Irina told the adults, followed by nudging Sylvia to come along.

The bow and arrow girl turned towards Natalie, giving her a knowing look and Natalie quickly waved her to go quickly – Sylvia was hesitant to leave her but after seeing Jaehyun following Irina, she knew she had to leave Natalie to do her job.

"C'mon." Doyoung called Natalie softly, as they carefully had their backs on the walls. Natalie took a quick peek and they found more doors.

"What the hell is this?" Yuta hissed, glancing towards the girl and Doyoung who was frowning. It was as if he was trying to hear anything that was coming from the rooms.

Natalie then heard a few giggles and voices from a few doors and that's when she realised.

'This is the children's base.'

"I heard voices of children." Natalie whispered, and Doyoung quickly glanced towards Yuta, gesturing Yuta to go first since he is first in command for the group of himself, Yuta and Natalie.

Yuta had two guns ready on both of his hands, twisting the doorknob quickly Yuta held out two of his guns and he was met with eyes, many pairs of eyes.

Most of them looked frightened that they just cornered themselves. Yuta's jaw clenched, turning towards Doyoung for help since he is much more calm looking than Yuta.

"We have to check them." Natalie informed the two guys and Doyoung stepped forward, introducing himself nicely – and one of the older kids somehow recognized Doyoung for some reason.

He stepped forward to show both of his arms, and slowly all the kids started to show their arms.

None of them had the codes.

"I'm sorry, honey. I have to.." Natalie trailed off by going to a random kid, checking her body from head, body to toe.

Natalie turned towards Yuta and Doyoung, shaking her head.

"No codes."

"...That's because we are his next. He is going to experiment on us." One of the kids answered and Natalie's body froze. Her face changed, smiling slightly while crouching to her level. She looks like a 10 years old.

"No. He won't." Natalie smiled, cupping onto her skinny cheeks. "He won't, we got you and we will return you back to your parents."

The girl's eyes sparkled hearing Natalie's words. "......But my father sold me to him."

Natalie's eyes quickly went downcast, letting out a shaky sigh. "We will figure it out. My family will help all of you." Natalie stood up, turning towards Doyoung and Yuta, who were actually smiling at her. "I know they will."

"But first we have to―

“Natalie― Since when has he been this strong?!?! He was a lanky kid back then!” Sylvia’s words and sounds of items breaking here and there kind of overlapped her, but Natalie could hear her words, well her comments.

“What did he do to these kids?” This time it was Jaehyun, hearing a few groans from himself and yells from the girls.

Doyoung and Yuta definitely heard them, that Doyoung was already on his device as well as Yuta who looked like he was texting someone.

“Natalie! You better be ready! He is coming your way!” Irina’s words already made her feet move out of the room, knowing Doyoung and Yuta had called back-up.

“You are saying he is following me right?”

“Y-yeah. I’m assuming you are meeting him in the warehouse?”

Natalie smiled slightly, “Yup. A bigger and better area.”

“There is something wrong with me, Natalie. I don’t know what it is. I just, I can’t remember anything from yesterday night! Then this morning, I saw this huge bruise on my arm.” Soobin ranted, pointing towards his own arm.

Natalie was inspecting his arm, “That really looks big, like a baby elephant's feet.” She kind of joked slightly to calm him down.

Soobin yanked his arm away from her, pouting slightly. “I’m serious, Nat! This is very serious, it isn’t just me. My brothers are experiencing the same thing. I’m afraid there is something wrong with us.”

Natalie smiled, “......I’ll help you,”

She could see his eyes sparkling, “Really..? How?”

“Even if I told you,” Natalie tapped onto his wrist which was weird to him, “You won’t even remember the next day, Binnie.”

Natalie could feel someone’s presence behind her, as she slowly turned around, the one she expected was there.

This time, his face was fully shown – his eyes were drawn with black liner, which makes him look intimidating to Natalie but she pushed the thought aside because what he was holding concerned her more.

Knives.

She just stood there, watching him and it was as if he was waiting for her to move.

Eye on an eye, Soobin did his first move by throwing one of the knives towards her but she perfectly dodged.

“Didn’t know the great Soobin knows how to throw knives. Years ago, back in the programme you kind of sliced yourself by acci―

She was cut off by him throwing another one at her, but this time, she almost caught it – almost that the blade somehow slashed her skin, feeling the sharp pain on her right arm.

But she hid it.

At the same time, Soobin was frowning, which was weird.

‘Did I talk about the past we had kind of triggered him?’

“So,” Natalie continued, cracking her head, “You used to say that I am always too hard on myself. But, you were being too hard on yourself too.”

Natalie watches him, and his frown was deeper than previous.

“...And you said you would protect me in the future when we met someday. Look where―

“Shut up!” He shouted in anger, at the same time running towards her.

‘Oh that definitely triggered him.’

It was time for her to stop being in defense mode and just get on with it, until she felt his grip on her arm – causing her to squeaked.

He is indeed strong, just like what Irina said.

Soobin yanked her down, he was about to step her but Natalie quickly rolled away, quickly getting back to her feet and more knives were being thrown at her.

“I’m sorry, Soobin.” Natalie muttered, before running towards him – instead, his hand perfectly grabbed her neck and he started to put pressure on her.

Starting to feel like she can’t fully breathe, Natalie felt in a rush that she got ahold of his wrist, roughly twisting his arm until she could hear loud cracks – grabbing the chance to pull his arm away and twisting his left arm.

A loud scream came from Soobin and Natalie took to looking him in the eye, there were flashes of red in his eye ring.

At the same time there were gunshots coming from the outside.

She felt like she was running out of time, Natalie grabbed his right wrist but Soobin had his hand balled into a fist, landing straight towards her face and sadly, it landed onto her nose that she heard a crack which made her cry out in pain.

There were already blood stains on the floor, blood started to drip, more and more.

“..Son of a bitch,” Natalie cursed in russian before starting to grab him by the collar, pushing him to the wooden walls and he kind fell back with a loud thud.

She didn’t let him stand up, punching the sides of his knee and a again a crack was heard.

Natalie yanked him down completely, sitting on top of him before giving him another punch on the face since he was wiggling out of her weight.

“You will never get through me, Mrs Lee.” Soobin spoke and Natalie scoffs, ripping out his sleeves.

“..Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll let Taeyong deal with you, fat-ass.” Natalie sarcastically said, before taking out her surgical knives.

“You're just wasting your time, men and weapons,” Soobin spoke again and Natalie quietly cut the area where his code is – she can finally smile after seeing the chip.

Unknown to her, Soobin quietly had a knife on his side and he stabbed her side, hearing a sharp gasp from Natalie – after feeling the knife digging deep into her skin.

It’s just like Irina said, even when his left hand was fractured and his wrist was definitely unmovable, he still could used them.

Natalie had no choice but to move knowing her insides are tearing apart, feeling tears welling in her eyes but she blinked quickly while reaching out for his open-cut hand.

She wasn’t minding for his health already so she used her knife to take out the chip.

At the same time, Soobin was stabbing her sides on and on.

Natalie was rushing and her hands started to get shaky due to the tremendous pain she felt on her right side.

Finally, she successfully took out the chip and by then, her vision was filled with red teary clouds.

That’s because both of fingers were filled with blood and she was already crying – she was letting him hurt her, and Natalie didn’t mind because she had finally taken out the chip.

Soobin’s grip of the knife started to loosen, and his arm immediately fell as if he had no energy left.

She immediately took out the knife with a loud hissed.

“Soobin?” Natalie called out, while getting off him despite feeling the numbness on her side and blood gushing out.

He slightly turned towards her, noticing his face started to get pale. “Soobin?! Soobin!?” Soobin’s eyes started to close, but he was smiling slightly.

"...Thanks..." Soobin whispered, his eyes were about to shut. "...Nat."

Natalie panicked, shaking him slightly.

“Soobin plea―

“Natalie!” A loud scream was heard from far and before she could see him, her body automatically fell to the ground due to her energy completely drained and her loss of blood.

“Natalie! Natalie!” Mark came towards her side, his eyes landing towards the bloody mess and towards the body next to her.

“Oh my god.” Mark whispered, after seeing red on one of her sides.

“Hyung! Hyung!” Mark was already calling out the older ones who were running towards him.

The Dream boys followed by some of the Wayv members who had other jobs had to look away, entering the hallway.

“Natalie, hey. Stay with me.” Mark had her in his arms, with Natalie looking like she was about to drift off.

“.....M-Mark?”

“Y-yeah, it’s me.” He was actually about to just burst out in tears. Mark couldn’t hold into it for too long, he could hear himself sobbing.

“Is she― Oh no.” Taeyong came next, his eyes widened in horror to see huge patches of red on the floor – knowing who it came from.

“Taeyong,” Natalie softly called while trying to point next to her, “.. Him first… Soobin,”

“You idiot,” Taeyong hissed before calling out for Kun and Taeil who were rushing to Soobin’s side.

Taeyong bit the inner of his cheeks roughly as soon as his eyes fell towards Natalie.

Mark by then had tears visibly rolling down his cheeks, “...A-are you crying?” Natalie had her eyes opened slightly, “...You never cry before, not in front of me.”

“That’s because I love you, Natalie.” Mark cried out, holding onto her tightly. “I love you so much, you’re the first girl I love, and seeing you get hurt like this…..”

Natalie smiled sleepily, nodding slightly. At the same time noticing Taeil on her side. “It’s going to be okay, guys.” Her focus became blurry. “I’m going to be okay, I….”

Her words trailed off as Taeil just injected her tranexamic acid and midazolam.

‘.....I love you so much….’

‘....you’re the first girl I love…...’

That was the last thing she remembered, words repeating in her head before falling into a slumber.

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