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i’ve made a bad decision in 2019, learned my mistake (realizing who i really like and what kind of partner i want) and currently waiting for this guy to idk, forgive me?

Tell the truth.

Why are y'all single?

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Suppression | Choi Mujin x Reader

A/N: I’ve written this about a year ago and I just left it in my drafts so I didn’t proofread this. Hopefully, you’ll still get the story. 

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: 18+, angst, age gap, eventual smut, pining, jealousy

You first joined the gang when you were 19 and only three years after that, you were able to climb the ranks of Dongcheon. Sighing, you collapsed on the couch of the private gym wherein you practice with the other higher ranks.

 “You’re still here?” You abruptly stood up as you look at the source of the voice.

 “Oh... Taeju-yah, you scared me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my back on the couch. He chuckled and sat beside me.

 “Taeju-yah? I’m older than you by two years, you know?” I rolled my eyes at him.

 “Don’t expect me to call you oppa, please..” He laughed once again and ruffled your hair.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

 I eyed him from head to toe. “You’re not exactly an oppa-type-of-guy. Sorry.”

 He chuckled once again as we both heard two pairs of footsteps entering the gym. I stood up as I greet them.

 “Hyungnim,” Taeju muttered.

 “Sunbae,” I greeted Donghoon-sunbaenim. During my stay here, Donghoon sunbaenim has always guided me and helped me. In a sense, he’s like a father to me.

 “Hey, you guys are still here?” Donghoon asked.

 “Oh, I was just wrapping up when Taeju came in.”

 “Again, careful with the Taeju, I told you I’m older than you.” He wrapped his arm on my shoulder, making contact with my exposed skin. Then his other hand gently pat my head as if to scold me.

 “As I said earlier, don’t expect me to call you oppa.” I whispered back while Donghoon sunbae watched us, laughing at our exchange.

 “I won’t be surprised if you two end up marrying each other.”

 I glared at him. “Sunbae, please.”

 “I don’t know why you’re assuming that I’ll get married at all, Hyung-nim.” - Taeju

 “Yes, bold of you to assume that someone would marry this guy.”

 “Woah, make sure you will not eat your words once you fall in love with me and force me into marrying you.”

 “That will never happen, so you can now sleep peacefully.” I pat his shoulder gently.

 “Oh Mujin, are you going to give them your blessings? Because I would.” That’s when I realized that the boss of Dongcheon was also standing behind Donghoon sunbae.

 “Sir,” I bowed.

 “Eyyy no need to call Hyungnim boss or sir when it’s just us.” Taeju said. “Right, Hyung?”

 I was dazed, his eyes were fixed on me. Have I mentioned that I have a tiny crush on the mob boss, Choi Mujin? I mean, who doesn’t?

 “Right,” Donghoon sunbae encourages, putting his arm over the boss’ shoulder, he can freely do that because Mujin is wayyyy younger than he is.

 After waiting for any reaction, I began to ask. “So, uhm, what should I call you si- uhm.” I start to blabber nonsense, I wish that I did not, but as I said.... I have a little crush for the boss.

 “Mujin, just call me Mujin casually, Y/N.” He said as he intently stared me to my eyes, oh boy. 

 Thankfully, Taeju butted in. “So I can call you Mujin too, right Hyung?”

 Mujin slightly smirked as he reluctantly took his eyes off of her, eyes temporarily settling at Taeju’s. “I clearly said Y/N, Taeju-yah.”

 Taeju sighed. “Arasseo,” he gripped my right arm in his hand and bowed at the two older men. “Then... we’ll be going now, Hyung-deul.”

 The two nodded at us before Taeju started dragging me out. “Wait, where are you taking me? I didn’t agree to your date proposal.”

 He squinted his eyes on me. “Shut up.”

 When the two kids left the room, Mujin found himself staring at the girl who was over 10 years younger his age while Donghoon’s laughs filled the room.

 “Is there really something between them?” He asked as soon as they disappeared.

 Donghoon found his answer interesting. “Why? Are you afraid that she isn’t good enough for your favorite Jung Taeju?”

Mujin shook his head as he look at Donghoon. Mujin knew that you were Donghoon’s favorite, sometimes he thinks Donghoon acts like your father. It makes sense, you and Donghoon has some similarities though it’s hard for Mujin to talk to you yet.

 An idea came into Donghoon’s mind as he watched Mujin. His eyes were on him but it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.

 “Don’t tell me..” Donghoon said, thinking it was absurd. “No, right?”

 Mujin was suddenly brought out from his thoughts. “What?”

 Donghoon stared at him longer for a moment, still observing Mujin’s face.

 Mujin found this weird so he took a step back. “What?”

 But the older guy only looked away and shook his head. “nothing,” Then he started walking to the ring.

 “What was that??”

 “Nevermind, it’s just nonsense.”

 For the next two years, me and Mujin became closer and it wasn’t awkward for us to talk about things anymore. We become a lot more friendly but not like how friendly I am with Taeju. He’s also overprotective with his people but not in a way similar to Donghoon. Though it confuses me, I find this side of him warm.

He stood from the bar and went off to look for you. You were sent to a mission to kidnap the new supplier of drugs that has been affecting your business for weeks now, you had to wear a rather revealing dress as a dress code to the party. You managed to succeed with the mission, leaving it to the hands of Taeju and Donghoon who carried out the unconscious body of your target from a while ago. 

From a far, Mujin saw her scanning the crowds looking for him. A slight smirk painted on his face thinking that she was only looking for him. He made his way towards her, increasing his speed once he saw males surrounding her bombarding her with questions. Without a word, Mujin managed to slip himself in the crowd, placing his hand on one side of your hip, pulling you against him.

 All the guys looked up to him, irritation was painted on their faces. He wanted to show who she is, at least to him, so smirking he said. “There you are,” whispering it to your ear.

 Mujin waited and Y/N seemed to catch up well as a smile painted to her face and her hand falling on his chest. “Oh, hey love.” you said with that voice. “I’ve been looking for you.” you began to snuggle against him, head falling in his chest. 

 “Sorry, let’s go?” All you replied was a nod. With that, Mujin took off his eyes from you and to the guys who was obviously disappointed. He couldn’t stop flashing them a smug grin as he placed his hand on your back, gently assisting you out of the room. His hand lingered even when you two made it to his car.

 “You’ve done so well..” Mujin complimented and I beamed up, of course, my boss was complimenting me so how can I not feel giddy?

 Mujin still wouldn’t take his eyes off of you.

 “Well, because you did so well and it’s such a waste to go home looking like that. Why don’t we go get dinner first?” Looking like that? Did he thought I was beautiful? You looked up at him and saw him already staring at you.

 “Sure,” that’s when Mujin finally took his eyes off of you as he opened the door to his seat, a hidden smile on his face from his approval of your answer. With that, you followed after him and opened your own door.

 Mujin took you to a rather fancy restaurant, the night was filled with just you two talking. You were admiring how he looked, as did he. His eyes never leaving yours. He watched you all night, from how you cut your steak, to how you laughed when he mentioned something funny and to how you drank the your wine. Your tongue running over your lower lip in an attempt to savor it up to its last drop. And though his thoughts ran wild again from this, he restrained himself, knowing all too well how you would react once he took action for his thoughts.

 And so the night ends by him dropping you off to your unit, both of you restraining yourselves, both thinking how the other would be furious once you’ve done something.

 “Oh right, I almost forgot. Here’s the telecomm,” You held the little device in your hand mid air, waiting for Mujin to take it. His hand extended to yours, fingers lightly grazing yours and you both stilled in that moment for a few seconds, both contemplating whether to hold each other hands but deciding not to do so.

 You look away and opened the door. Bowing you say, “Thank you for the dinner.”

 And all Mujin did was to nod his head, your hand closing the door as you proceed to walk off to your door. Mujin can only watch.

 Spending the next year together only worsen the tension. He wanted you more, but he couldn’t do anything about it. And so he observed you with his eyes, watched how you move and fight, and savor listening to your voice.

 You forget the amount of times you had to remind yourself not to think of lewd things when your boss calls you into his suite, instructing you for a mission. And you always had to remind yourself that he was just being a kind friend whenever he tells you to be careful as you turn your back to him after receiving orders. And he would always wait for you to look at him again whenever you halt in place when he does this, but you never did.

 Just like Donghoon and Taeju, Mujin only wanted you to be safe, there was no other underlying meaning to this. So you always convinced yourself to continue walking out of his office.

 One time, this happened in the presence of Donghoon. The moment you left the room, he asked. “What’s stopping you?”

 Mujin didn’t bother to lie, he knew it was useless. So, instead of answering, he just downed his whiskey, hoping that Donghoon will just drop the subject.

Thankfully, he did.

 You were busy in the gym, training the new guys. Especially Do Gangjae, he has the skills and he’s willed enough to win the brawls. Despite being the maknae, he earned the trust of the older trainees. You were having fun for a while, until you heard the news. 

Donghoon is dead.

 Donghoon, your only father figure.

 When you found out about the truth, you found yourself speechless. Asking yourself and even the ghost of Donghoon if everything was just a lie. Those stories, time, laughters and memories that you’ve shared together, was it all just a lie?

 You didn’t even have the courage to go to his funeral, opting never to associate with him again.

 You cared so much for Donghoon. As much as you care for Mujin and Taeju. So his death, despite his betrayal, was still as painful. What made it even worse is knowing who killed him, and still understanding why he was killed... why it was necessary. 

It was the most important rule of Dongcheon, betray the organization and you will be killed. Surely, Donghoon knew of this risk before he entered the organization as a spy.

 Though Mujin will never say it, you knew he hated the situation too. Donghoon was his most trusted friend, and you knew that, for a moment, he hesitated. But it was the rule of Dongcheon, and without it, the organization will crumble.

 His betrayal changed something in your leader, as well as Taeju. Mujin seemed to draw boundaries now, Taeju started calling him sir/boss/CEO again, so you decided to call him that too. Taeju, at first, didn’t want to strike any conversation with you at all, but he eventually came around. 

Mujin did not. It’s as if he had taken all the steps he made towards you, and now you’re both back to zero. He realized how wrong it was for him to trust someone, given his... profession and lifestyle. He should’ve known better. Everyone will betray him someday. And he would eventually have to kill them. 

 Never did the three of you spend your time together again, eating samgyeopsal at the same place, though Taeju will sometimes offer to treat you somewhere else.

 It all gets worse once Donghoon’s daughter came in the picture. She’s too driven by revenge. At times, you wanted to scare her away, to tell her to escape and rebuild her life, but she was too eager to avenge her dad. A part of you felt for her, for all the times that she had missed Donghoon, he was with you, looking after you like a father. Perhaps that was the reason why he was so fond of you? Maybe you reminded him of his own daughter? But you’ll never know.

 You never had the chance to convince Mujin to let go of his little revenge, believing that he wouldn’t listen to you. He seemed to have grown an interest for Donghoon’s girl. Finding her similar to Donghoon, yet different. She was much braver than him. You understood why Mujin was so interested in her and you knew, that if there was someone who could cause Mujin’s and Dongcheon’s downfall... then it would be her.  So you weren’t that surprised, watching Mujin training her in such late hour. He’s smiling again, you can taste jealousy in your tongue.

 Not really having the energy for other things, you volunteered to handle the deal in Japan, and when you came back.. you found out that Gangjae has killed Donghoon’s daughter, Ji-woo, was it?

 Such tragic life.

 Well, yours isn’t any different.

 For the next two years, Dongcheon only became more powerful. Which meant that there were more enemies. Taeju was in charge of transacting with the dealing of drugs while you were in charge of taking care of Dongcheon’s allies, always sent out to make sure that everything is in order. You thought 2 years would be enough for Mujin to come around, but it turns out that you were wrong. Still, you were happy that he seemed to be doing better now, and if your source was correct, a member of Dongcheon said that Mujin was frequently seeing a woman, though you never knew of her name and face. Except for the fact that Mujin drinks in her tumbler, chamomile. She gives him chamomile tea. 

 Mujin waited for you to enter his office, a glass of whiskey in his left hand. It’s been years, but he still finds himself anticipating every chance that he gets just to get a glimpse of you.

 “How are things with the other gangs? Are they demanding something else?” He asked, eyes on her, scanning her face. As always, she looked beautiful, though he wondered why she was wearing a turtle neck instead of their normal dress shirt.

 “There are no problems as of the moment sir, though Seotaji keeps demanding for more drugs, we were able to settle it.”

 “Demanding?”

 “Yes sir, they have a new leader. But it’s all settled.” Mujin only nodded, eyes moving from your eyes and to your neck. He was surprised by what he saw than what he just heard.

 You realized where he was looking at so you quickly pulled your turtleneck higher, hiding the hickeys.

 “Okay, good work, leave.” He said, turning his chair from her form, downing his alcohol again in an attempt to bury the sting in his chest.

 Who was the bastard that left his mark on you? Did they purposely placed it there to remind Mujin how he can never have you? His mind flashed pictures of you with another man, watching and hearing you gasp and moan for someone else... so when he heard the door close behind you, he tossed his glass of whiskey to the floor, his right hand reaching to his pocket, desperately lighting his cigarette to ease his mind of these pictures.

 Taeju entered the room and had it cleaned up. “Is there a problem, sir?”

 Mujin only shook his head. “Is there anything happening with our members?”

 Taeju was confused, what is it that he wanted to know? Knowing that you entered before him, he must’ve realized it.

 “He’s not from Dongcheon,” Mujin nodded.

 Then who the fuck is he?

 “I’d look into it sir—“

 “Why would you?” Mujin grew defensive all of a sudden. “It’s none of my business, I was just curious..”

 “Just to make sure he wouldn’t bring trouble to the organization.” Taeju said, but the look in his eyes alone was enough confirmation that he did knew of Mujin’s intentions.

 “Okay, do that.” Taeju bowed once again before leaving the room.

 In no time, Taeju found out about your lover. He’s just a gangster from an allied gang. He’s at the same age as you.

 This went on for months, you walking in wearing a turtle neck and Mujin already knowing why. He would just dismiss you after that.

 Today was going to be the same, though when you walked in, you saw a tipsy Mujin. Which has never happened before. “Sir,” you bowed.

 “Again?” He asked, laughing bitterly. He stood up and walked around his desk, stopping just in front of it to sit. “Don’t you guys even rest? Is he that crazy for you?”

 You were flustered. “Sir—“

 “Shh, I don’t wanna hear it.” He shook his head. “Can I blame him? No. No."

Before you can even process his words, your attention was suddenly on his touch, he held your hand in his as gently as he could. He then caressed your fingers, his thumb tracing the ring on your finger. Another mark on you. Whoever this guy was, he certainly knew how to show possession, and it drives Mujin crazy but there’s nothing he can do about it. 

 “Are you marrying him?” He asked.

 Before she could even answer, Taeju entered the office. And she was gone in an instant, thinking about what he just said.

 The next time you saw each other, no one mentioned it again. The silent treatment went on until one day you didn’t show up for work, Taeju had no idea why too. And another day passed, still no you. Mujin grew impatient so he sent Taeju to you, but you were not in your apartment.

 The next day, you showed up late at night, apologizing. Mujin sat in his desk, looking at you. “Where have you been?”

 “I apologize sir—“

 “Wait,” he said, eyes scanning your face. He went down from his desk and took strides to stand in front of you. He lifted his right hand and let it fall on your left cheek, his thumb running over a bruise.

 “What happened to you?” You averted your gaze from him, wanting to hide.

 “It’s... I just got into a fight during—“

 “Stop lying, it’s been years since I last saw you with a bruise.” He knew full well that it wasn’t from an enemy, you had let your guard down, which meant that it was caused by someone you trust. Mujin’s hands started to slightly pull the collar of your dress shirt, looking for other bruises.

“Mujin...” 

 All Mujin could feel was rage. “Where is he?”

 “It’s all settled, Mujin. I finished it—“ Mujin only shook his head, trying to calm himself.

 “Y/N, where is he?” When he was sure that you were alright, Mujin left to look for your ex. When he did found him, he was already bruised with a scar on his face, which is your doing.

 Taeju swung his fist first, while Mujin watched.

 When enough was done, Mujin held the guy’s chin and made him look at his eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are to do that?” He then swung one punch on the man’s jaw, kicking him repeatedly on his chest. “Fucking. Bastard.”

 He then stopped. “Don’t you dare come near her again. Or I’ll make sure you’ll die slowly in the most painful way possible.”

 As the months go by, the little bruise disappeared. Taeju had learned the truth, he attacked you in your apartment when you were asleep after ending things with him, fortunately, your intense training had helped you. You were staying at Liber for the mean time, Mujin didn’t want to risk it. So you weren’t surprised when he suddenly showed up in front of your door step, asking if you two could talk.

 You served him wine that was left by Taeju. His eyes observed you all the while, something that you’re very used to. When you extended your arm to give him his wine. There was only silence between the two of you. When he finished his glass, Mujin only sat there staring at you, waiting for you to empty your own glass, his eyes focused on your lips. How long has it been since he met you? 8 years? And he’s been wanting to bend you in his desk for 6 years. Pining over you and being content with watching you.

 Feeling nervous under his gaze, you downed the remaining wine on your glass. “You’re not wondering why I’m here?”

 You shook your head.

 “How about everything that I said before? Or how I reacted? Are you not curious as to why I reacted like that?”

 “No sir, I thought it’s because it would’ve been a shame to Dongcheo—“

 “Stop pretending, I know you know it.” Mujin said, his teeth clenching as you watch him close his eyes in frustration. You’d be an idiot, if you still don’t know by now that the leader has romantic feelings for you.

 “Know what sir?” To change the topic, you stood up from the couch. “Do you want some more wine si—“ Mujin gently tugged her hand, causing her to fall on his lap.

 His touch was too much. Too much that she couldn’t find the strength to stand up from his lap. Her mind ran wild when he placed his rough hands on her hips, adjusting her thighs to straddle him, his eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again.

 “I’ll give you 5 seconds to stand up.” He whispered, looking at her eyes. “5....4.....3.....2....”

 Then his eyes fell on her lips as he gently held her chin. “1,” then he pulled her and kissed her.

 And though Mujin counted, he was expecting for her to pull away, so he was surprised when she rested her hands on his shoulders instead and kissed him back.

 Mujin’s desire only ran wild, his senses were high on alert as they took her in. The feeling of her body against his, her scent, the sound of their lips locking, and the taste of her lips. Suddenly, he felt himself getting drunk of her.

 Y/N thought she would melt, as she felt him gently caressing her arms, rubbing them up and down as if she was fragile. She felt so important, so adored. And if she only knew every thought of Mujin about her, she would definitely feel like a queen. If it was up to him, he could build a statue of her.

 They had to pull away for a while, their eyes opening at the same time. “You’re so beautiful,” Mujin said, scanning her whole face while his hand caressed her cheek, pulling her face close to him again and sticking her forehead to his, closing his eyes. “You taste and feel so good, even better than I imagined.” He then pulled his face away from her to stare at her. “You don’t deserve anything less than perfection, and though I can’t give that to you, I’ll do my best to give you everything that I can.”

 Through his half lidded eyes, Mujin stared in your eyes. “I’ll make sure you won’t ever regret it.... and all I ask in return is for you to stay by my side.”

 He softly traced your facial features with the back of his hand. “Can you do that for me?”

 With this question, you let your hand fall to the face of the man who was letting himself be vulnerable to you, despite of all the betrayals that he went through. “I will stay by your side, even if you don’t ask me to.” Mujin let himself take in the warmth of your hand, your touch drives him crazy that he wondered why he even restrained himself from doing this in the first place, then he would’ve had you for all those years, and you wouldn’t have to suffer from some lowly bastard.

 He nodded at your response before moving his hand from caressing your cheek and to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper. Mujin was eager to taste you, and you let him. Fighting for dominance, you were trying to beat his tongue but when you felt his hands rubbing your thigh, you lost it. Losing your mind, you let him win. Mujin was smirking because of this.

 “Mmmm,” The feel of his rough hands on your soft skin was so addicting. You’ve been touched before, but Mujin’s touch makes you feel like you’re burning up. You wanted more, wanting to feel his warmth, you arch your back and pushed your body closer to his.

 Mujin moaned at the feeling of your chest against his, growing excited by the fact that he could touch you and undress you now, his long time desire. Now that he was distracted, you took your chance to land soft kisses in his jaw and neck. You work on his necktie, loosening it and throwing it somewhere in the room. You then moved to take off his jacket that was tossed somewhere too. You excitedly unbuttoned his dress shirt, aching to feel his skin under your finger tips. Mujin only chuckled at this, helping you unbutton his shirt.

 “So eager for me,” he mused. You pulled away and stared at him through half lidded eyes.

 “Do you even have any idea how badly I wanted to do this?” You whispered, trailing kisses from his jaw, his exposed shoulders and up his neck again to his ear. “Every time you called for me in your office, I wanted nothing but to straddle you in your chair and to just grind into you while leaving kisses in your beautiful neck.”

Mujin felt his cock twitching at your sudden confession. “Is that so?”

 “Yes sir,” He moaned when you started grinding on top of him. “Fuck!” Hands falling on your butt and guiding them to grind against his hard-on. When you finally unbuttoned Mujin’s dress shirt, he took it off and tossed it behind him.

 “As much as I love the feel of your lips, love, I also have my own desires to fulfill.” With that, Mujin pulled you in once again for another hot kiss, this time it was more forceful, you felt the slight burning of your lips. He squeezed your breasts through your clothes and you couldn’t help but moan.

 “Please....” you said as you brushed his hair through your fingers. He held the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, he pulled away just so he can see you, his eyes filled with lust and burning desire. He expertly unclasped your bra and let them fall down, his eyes dilating at the sight, while he bit his lip with a smirk in his face.

 “So fucking beautiful,” he wasted no time, he pulled you closer and left a trail of kisses in your jaw, sucking everywhere that his lips touched, marking you. Finally. His kisses went down to your neck, finding the spot that made you moan, making sure to bite it and massage it with his tongue afterwards. Your shoulders were not excused, he left his marks too. As his kisses move closer to your breasts, he stopped.

 “Mujin?” He chuckled. “So needy,” he adjusts your position on his lap, making you high enough so that your nipples were on the same level as his lips. He stared at your eyes and you felt his breath on your now perked up left nipple. Then he teasingly licked it.

 “Ahhh...” you let your fingers pull on his hair, pushing him closer to your breasts. He started sucking, then finally, you felt his tongue playing with your nipples. “Shit!” You started grinding your core once again, too turned on.

 Mujin was so satisfied to see you so eager for him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. “So, you have a fetish for nipple sucking.” I felt myself blush from his words. “That’ll be fun, but let’s do that some other time, for now..”

 He moved to your right nipple, doing the same things that he did, he got the same reaction, which was you grinding your core against him. He made sure to leave marks on your breasts too. When he was satisfied, he pushed you up and guided you to clasp your legs on his torso, he then stood up and walked through your bed, not breaking the kiss. You let your hands slide down his heaving chest and the desire to kiss every inch of him took over you.

 Plopping you down to the bed, you took this chance to climb over him. Mujin sighed, knowing he should let you, he then felt your lips on his chest, gently sucking on his skin... he felt weird, never has he been marked before... but he still let you, your lips moved to his tattoo. You pulled away for a second and gave one kiss to it.. just when he though you were gone, you moved your kisses to his nipples. He hissed, strangely liking it. As you move your lips to his other nipple, your hand traveled to unzip his slacks, pushing it lower to palm his hardened member, but he held your hand and turned over, so you were now at the bottom once again.

 His lips fell on your breasts, wanting to feel the soft skin of your love handles... his finger traced your tattoo that was identical to him, while his left hand pulled your shorts down. He once again kissed your neck while his finger rubbed circles over your soaked panties.

 “Mmmmm...” you moaned. Your breath ragged. He bit you the junction of your neck and shoulder and you were losing your mind so you reached down to take off your panties but he stopped you.

 “I want it to be so soaked, love.” He said, kissing you once again, silencing your protests.

 “Mmm please, ahh— touch me please Mujin.” You wanted to feel his finger without the cloth and Mujin pulled away to watch you pleading. He buried his nose into your neck once again, inhaling your scent.

 “Sorry, I won’t be touching you... not yet.” He said before moving down, he then took off your panties in one move and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He slowly left small kisses in your thighs and his beard felt so heavenly in your skin, you watched under you as he buried his nose in your skin, seemingly wanting to take in your scent. He started moving again and you arch your back to get him where you wanted, but to no avail.

 “Mujin please..”

 “So wet for me, so eager, is this how much you want me, love?”

 “Yes—“ before you can even finished, Mujin licked your folds gently eliciting a loud moan from you. “You taste and smell so good,” you arched you back again, wanting nothing but to bury him in your pussy.

 “Please, Mujin.” He didn’t know you’d be the type to plead, but he likes it, so much. So he gave you what you want and began licking your clit, his mouth eating you as if he was starved for a long time. The moans that went out of your mouth were too loud accompanied by your hand in his hair and hearing his name with your gasps and whines made him so eager to draw out every single noise that he can get from you. He buried his nose in your pussy, while he worked his tongue, wanting to get you to come.

 “G-gonna come,”

 “Go on love, go on...” then he felt your body shaking under him, he looked up at you and in no time, you came in his mouth, his tongue helping you to ride out your high. He tasted your cum, loving how you taste, all the while staring at your face. You eyebrows were scrunched up and your eyes were almost closing, mouth open wide and your chest rising and falling. He then stood up for a while, taking off all of his remaining clothes as you watch him, you legs opening at the sight. He pumped his dick with a smirk on his face as he watched how you reacted.

 He then hovered over you once again.

 “W-wait, Mujin... I-I’m overstimulated.” Mujin only kissed your neck.

 “It’s alright. I think you can take it, love. You’ll do well, going to take me so well, right?”

 You had no choice but to nod, wanting to make him feel good.

 “You want this, right? I can stop now..”

 “No, please, please don’t stop.” Mujin nodded and he took your legs to help you lock them around him, they were powerless, looks like you’re only used to coming once. Huh. For a while, he kissed you to wait for you to move on from your high. Hands cupping your breasts and thumbs playing with your nipple, he noticed that he never failed to bring out a moan from you when it comes to your nipples.

 Once he felt you’re alright he placed his arms under yours and held your shoulders, pulling you close to him, his chest  touching yours and that alone can make him come. He slid his member on your folds, up and down, before he slowly entered you. You were already slick, but it still was hard for him to slide through. You buried your nails into his back while being stretched out. “Fuck, Y/N.” Once it was all in, he stopped for a moment, waiting for you to adjust, and when you left a kiss on his neck, Mujin knew he could start.

 He pulled his hips back and slowly pushed it in, making a sound from slapping his hips to your own. “You feel so good... fuck.. so so good,”

 He thrust into you one more time, almost losing his mind on how tight you were. “Mujin...” his thrust starting to get faster, though he always had to remind himself not to get too lost, but it was so hard not to lose control... you feel so good around him.

 “You were made to be mine, love. You were made to be fucked by me— oh,” he can hear your whines, the fact that you can’t even form words struck him. He almost came when he felt you clenching around him. “Shibal—ah.”

 He buried his face in your chest, moaning into your skin as his pace continued to pick up, your moans and whines only got louder. You were now meeting his thrusts, so it made him think that he could still go faster, which made you scream.

 “My noisy princess,” he chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses in every skin that he could reach. He watched as your breasts bounced in each of his thrusts and how you maintained eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, forehead scrunched up. The image of you made him hornier.

 “I-I’m—“ he was mind blown by how you were able to cum for him again.

 “Good girl, you’re doing so well, princess...” he left kisses on your chests, knowing you were overstimulated once again, which made sense on why you were whining.

 “Mujin—please,”

 “Shhh shhh, you can take it princess, just one more... one more, you’re doing so well.” He caressed your hair, stepped back for a minute moving your legs over his shoulders for a new angle. He pinned your wrists at the side of your head, now satisfied with the fact that he’s face to face with you, so he left sloppy kisses on your lips, muffling your moans.

 “MMMMMM,” you started writhing and he knew that he found your gspot, so he continued in this angle, detaching his lips from yours to bury his forehead to your left shoulder, he was going crazy.

 His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was coming, you moved your hips a little to create a circular motion and he gasped. “Y/N...” you clenched your pussy to his and he buried his forehead deeper into your neck, leaving a bite on the junction while his finger stimulated your clit, causing you to come for the third time.... it finally caused him to come too, your name repeated like a mantra in your neck as he rode out both of your highs together.

 He pulled out from you as he let himself collapse beside you, the both of you were panting for a moment. When he moved on, he reached for your face and caress it. You were completely used and he knew you couldn’t even stand. He sat up and looked over at you, eyes falling at the pool of cum in your pussy, oozing out of you, he’s beginning to grow turned on again, but you clearly cannot take another round.

 Gently, he kissed your lips as softly as he could, his hands playing with your breasts, and you still reacted. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” And so he carried you to the bathroom and gave you a bath, his hands loving the softness of your skin. You tried to do the same to him but it was hard. He chuckled at this and assured you. “It’s alright, I got it.”

 He reminded you to pee and he washed your feminine area for you, longer than he had to, but it still did the trick. He dried your hair and your body, not wanting you to get sick, then he placed you back on the bed once again, placing a soft kiss beside your head. “Thank you for tonight,”

 All you could reply was a hum and then you fell asleep, Mujin engulfing you in his arms before draping the blanket over the two of you, still amazed at how good you felt against him, he swore never to stop touching you again.

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I miss you | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: angst, mentions of death and drugs, DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED VOL 2 YET! 

Author: I’ve been so sad about Eddie’s death so I figured I’ll just write my feelings. It’s been almost half a year since I last wrote anything so I’m sorry, I just needed to ease this sad feeling and writing helps. Also, I know that I don’t want to miss a thing was not released until 1998 BUT I just listen to this song to cope with Eddie so I used it here. Let me know what you think in the comments! Happy reading :>

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Hawkins, 1986

 Driving to Dustin’s house, you passed by Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Dustin standing in front of the Wheelers’ Residence. You stopped your car abruptly and went out running to Steve and Dustin.

 Dustin’s eyes got damped once he saw you.

 After watching the news about an earthquake and seeing your best friend’s face plastered on the news, you immediately drove back to Hawkins. You didn’t know how you managed to come back here in one piece, you were shaking throughout your whole travel.

 What’s even worst, is that they said he’s presumed dead.

 “Y/N...” Dustin mumbled, seeing how distraught you are.

 Your lips quivered as tears started rolling down your cheeks. “Please, please tell me it’s not true.” You begged Steve, pulling on his shirt. “It’s not true right? He can’t be dead!”

 Dustin burst out crying and shook his head, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry.” You shook your head.

 “No. No. No! I don’t need you to apologize Dustin! I need you to tell me he’s alive! That this is just some sick joke!” Dustin only cried and shook his head, he wants nothing else but to say that. But he couldn’t lie to you, Eddie is dead.

 With that, you fell down to your knees. Robin supported you to keep you from falling too harsh on the ground. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking your head covered with your hands. You don’t understand, what is happening? How is this happening? “No- this- this can’t be happening..”  you continued to deny to yourself.

 Are you just supposed to believe that your bestfriend is dead? That he didn’t even get to clear his name? That this fucking town is blaming him for whatever’s happening?

 You stayed there, crying for what felt like hours. Waiting for them to call Eddie to calm you down, just like what he always did. You wanted to see him, feel his touch, smell his familiar scent, to hear his voice. You want him to laugh at you, tell you you’re being so dramatic right now. But it slowly dawned on you that you’ll never have any of those again.

 No more Eddie who’ll jokingly judge the music that you’ve been addicted to. No more Eddie who would always remind you to loosen up, to cheer for you, to tell you and assure you that your feelings and thoughts are valid. No more D&D and LOTR referenced puns that you always rolled your eyes on, not admitting that it was funny.

 You’ll never get to stare in his eyes again. His eyes that always draw you in. God. He had the most beautiful eyes in the world. The way his eyes would soften while looking at you, as if you were something so important in this world. And his smile, his smile that makes your heart swoon. And his contagious laugh.

 You cried harder.

 “D-did you at least had a funeral for him? I-I want to see him.”

 Steve shook his head, he’s now crouched down on your level, hugging you. “We.. we never got his body. So we couldn’t bury or have a funeral for him.” You took comfort in his arms and buried your face on his chest.

 This is so unfair. You didn’t even have a grave to visit when you missed him so much. This is just so fucking unfair. “Why did this have to happen to him, of all people?”

 Steve shook his head. “I don’t know, Y/N.”

 “Why did it had to be him? Why is it always him?”

 Your heart ache at the thought of your bestfriend.

 Eddie never had a normal and peaceful life. His parents left him with his uncle at the age of 8. He was an outcast throughout his stay in school and was constantly bullied. He’s Hawkins’ resident freak, known to be a cult leader.

 Despite all of this, Eddie was a kind hearted person. Instead of using these as excuses to hate people, to hate the world, he hated the system instead. He went looking for people who were like him, he wanted to save them from the bad things he’s experienced himself. Wanted to keep them from drowning.

 He saved himself, and wanted to save others from straying. Yes, he sold drugs but you knew he just needed the money.

 He didn’t let this cruel world steal his light. Eddie stayed kind-hearted, he became a blessing to everyone around him. To you. You don’t think you could stay sane if it wasn’t for him.

 He didn’t deserve this. He isn’t a murderer. You suddenly remember the time when he opened up about his dad, he said he wouldn’t wind up like him. And you knew he didn’t, so you felt sick to your stomach, knowing he’s now known as a murderer. “This is so fucking unfair.” You sobbed harder. “THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” Nancy and Robin looked away from you, both were now crying too. They never got to get to know Eddie as well as you do. But their heart ache for you and Eddie. They are aware of how unfair this situation is too.

 “Steve... it- it hurts so much.” You voice is shaking. “He doesn’t deserve this. He- he told me he wanted to graduate this year. He told me he wanted to leave this town, to stay with me.”

 Dustin realized why Eddie still mentioned graduating even in his death. It meant that he’d get to stay with you. And it makes it even more painful for him. Why did Eddie get roped into this?

 You don’t really understand anything that they were saying. It still shock you. What you just know now is that Dustin brought you to his house, you curled up on his bed while he took a glass of water from downstairs.

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2 weeks prior

 You nervously tapped on the wall while waiting for Eddie to pick up. That’s it. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You’re telling him.

 “Princess, hello?”

 “Hey!”

 “Hey,” you knew he was smirking from his voice alone. “You called? Is there something wrong? Someone made you feel bad? I’m coming right over—“

 You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “Eddie, I can handle myself.”

 “I know, I know. But you should still tell me if someone or something is bothering you, alright?”

 You smiled, biting your lip and nodded, quickly realizing that he can’t see you. “Yeah, of course.”

 “Good. Now tell me why you called princess?” He smirked, excited to hear stories about you. It makes him feel like he’s still with you, though you’re miles away.

 You still weren’t answering.

 “You can say that you miss me you know. I wouldn’t mind.” He playfully added, clearly joking.

 “I miss you, Eddie.” You said without missing a beat and his breath hitched. You sound so serious. There was a long awkward silence, both of you were waiting for each other’s reaction.

 “I-uh-miss you too.. so much actually.” He admitted, cheeks stained with red while he scratched the back of his neck.

 “I called because I’m coming over for spring break— I just need one more week to sort some things here and uhm— I wanted to let you know in advance because... I-I want to talk to you once I come home.” Shit. SHIT. Why do you keep stuttering??!

 With each stutter, the smile on Eddie’s face only widened.

 “Are you- free? Or were you planning on spending your spring break with someone else?” Eddie bit his lip, smiling.

 “Yeah, I’m talking to her right now.” He replied. “Got no one else to spend my spring break with yet, I’m waiting for this girl y’know.”

 You nodded with a smile on your face. “Great.”

 You started sobbing once again. It was supposed to be this week. You were supposed to confess to him, tell him you’ve been in love with him for years.

 “Y/N?” Dustin called out for you. You turned to him, seeing him with a glass of water and a box.

 You thank him and sat up, he sat in front of you and opened the box with mixtapes, a notebook filled with songs, photos, and things that were related to you. There were six tapes, each having labels of 1-6 with dates on them.

 “I found these while cleaning Eddie’s room after he.... died.” You felt like crying again, those two words still sounds weird when combined. Dustin stared at you as he handed the piece of paper he found inside the box. “Your name’s written on it. I think these are for you.”

 You quickly took the cassette with TAPE 1 - September 13, 1981 labeled on it.

 “Uh, hello? Hi. I don’t know why I’m doing this man. I’m down bad, I guess. God, this is so stupid.”

 “--I saw this girl on last week’s talent show audition. She sang this really cheesy love song.”

 He chuckled. God. You’d do anything to hear that right now, to see him. Still, you could picture him while he was recording this.

 “She carried this guitar that was bigger than her. I never saw a girl play guitar before. Well, she sang and— I thought, hey, her  angelic voice made up for her lack of music taste. I heard she’s a transferee and a freshman? But she’s quite popular already. So I figured, maybe she’s just a pretty girl with an angelic voice. That’s it.

 Then, I happen to see her at the Hideout tonight.”

 Suddenly you remembered that. That’s the first time you ever talked to Eddie.

 “And I realized, fuck. She’s kind too. I’m doomed man. I think I’ll fall for her.”

 Eddie sat at one of the bar stools while waiting for Anderson’s band to finish. But they have yet to start.

 “Hey man, what are you doing? We’re supposed to be playing now.” Eddie told him.

 “Yeah yeah, our vocalist couldn’t come tonight, that’s why.”

 “You should’ve told us then! We’ve been waiting—” Gareth was cut off when someone called for Anderson.

 “Y/N, oh thank God!” Anderson ran and hugged her. “Thank you, you’re a life saver. Josh couldn’t make it tonight.”

 You were panting but hugged him back ang nodded. “No big deal.” Your eyes fell on Eddie once again. You saw him in the talent show a week ago, you loved his band though it isn’t normally the genre that you listen to. But music is music, and everyone has their own tastes.

 He expected her to just ignore them but instead, she pulled away from the hug. “Oh sorry about that, we’ll just play a song real quick if that’s alright with you guys.”

 Before Eddie could even open his mouth, Gareth has already beat him to it. “It’s alright.. t-take your time..” Gareth smiled at you so sweetly.

 You flashed him a smile. “Thanks Gareth,” you looked at Eddie once again and nodded at him. “Thank you.” Then you left with Anderson.

 “God, she knows me!”

 Eddie looked at his friend, a little disappointed that he didn’t get to talk with her. He sat back to his stool and watched as she took a deep breath and talked a little with the band, they were clearly thankful for her and were deciding what song to pick. She nodded and faced the audience.

 “Sorry for the delay you guys, but we’ll make it up to you. I hope you’re having a great evening. For everyone who’s with their special someone right now, I, along with these beauties, would really appreciate it if you guys sing along.” The band started playing the intro and the crowd went wild.

 Eddie once again, didn’t like the song. But he liked it when you smiled before saying the next words. “this is every woman in the world by Air Supply.”  

 I was never in love, never had the time

In my hustle and hurry world

Laughing my self to sleep

Waking up lonely

I needed someone to hold me, oh

 You took the mic off the microphone stand, you were too short for it and it seemed like you were in too much of a hurry to adjust it before you guys started. Instead, you hung your left hand on the microphone stand as you held the mic in your right hand. Eyes wandering around the bar, a smile forming in your face as you watch the audience swaying with the song.

 You genuinely enjoy performing, Eddie thought. Now, your eyes fell on him once again.

 Girl, you're every woman in the world to me

You're my fantasy, you're my reality

Girl, you're every woman in the world to me

You're everything I need, you're everything to me

Oh girl

 Fuck. He’s in trouble.

 After playing, you stayed to watch their band. Eddies eyes fell on you when you were busy talking with Anderson, who was obviously into you. You laugh at something he said. The bar owner gathered all the bands to introduce you.

 Huh.

 The owner left and let the teenagers to mingle with each other. He observed as you slowly tried to sneak and leave quietly, sighing.

 “Going home already?”

 You stopped and turned around. “Yeah, uh, sorry, I got to go. My mom’s going to kill me if—” you stopped when you saw who it was. “Oh, uhm, hi.” You scratched the back of your neck, you should’ve really said something before you left. “Sorry- uh,”

 Shit. Why were you so shy? What were you going to say?

 “Didn’t take you for a Cinderella type.”

 You smirked with that and Eddie mirrored the smile on your face. “Yeah uhm, I got a strict mom and she’s expecting me to be home about..” you checked your watch, “shit… 10 minutes ago.”

 The smile on his face only widened, even your swear words sound adorable. “Didn’t know that the Hawkins rising star could curse.”

 You scrunched your nose with the title, “me? Oh no—”

 “Y/N L/N, right?” She nodded. “I bet you don’t even know me,”

 She shook her head, “how can I not?”

 “Well for one reason, you’re talking to me right now. Which wouldn’t happen if you really know who I am,”

 She looked confused, then she suddenly realized why. “Oh,” Eddie was the so-called ‘freak’ of Hawkins High. Seriously, the students may be blind because this guy that you’re talking to right now is actually good looking, and with the way he played tonight, you thought girls would be lining up for him. “I don’t think you’re a freak, if that’s what you’re talking about.”

 “Yeah?”

 She nodded. “Yeah,” She shrugged. “So what if your taste is different from their boring and basic ones? You’re good, don’t let those mouth breathers get to you. You’re cool, at least, from my perspective. Though I must admit, the scenes during lunch is really…” You trailed off and smiled, “it’s really annoying at times, especially when I want to eat in silence but… you do you,”

 The bar doors open and Anderson was there. “Sorry Y/N, I’ll go get the car.” Then he walked past you two, not without giving a second look at Eddie Munson, wondering what he was doing with you, but he chose to shrug it off and get his car to drop you home.

 All the while, Eddie thought that he was doomed.

 The first time his eyes laid on  you at the talent show audition, he really thought that you were just a pretty face, with a really beautiful smile. Then you sang, he told himself, just a pretty face with an angelic voice. But now, you’re kind too.

 He’s doomed. Really doomed.

 Because there’s no doubt that he’d be falling for you.

 Anderson stopped his car in front of the bar and called for you. You looked at him, “coming!” then you turned at Eddie. “Have a great evening, Eddie.”

 He bowed and gestured to you, “you too, good luck with your mom.”

 You chuckled and shook your head. “Thank you, I really needed that.”

 As you made your way to Anderson’s car, you can’t get rid of the grin that was on your face. Throughout your stay here in Hawkins, that’s your most favorite interaction so far.

 It was safe to say that, you were looking forward to other interactions with Eddie Munson in the future.

  You loved hearing his voice so you moved on to the second tape.

 TAPE 2 - October 21, 1983

 “She went with that guy Anderson to the promenade. Well, I-I don’t care! Who wants to attend that stupid dance anyway?”

 You smiled, picturing that slight pout on his lips when he’s getting annoyed.

 “Fuck. What if, what if—they start dating after prom? Shit. Shit. SHIT. Maybe I should’ve not said that—”

 “You’re really not going to the prom, Eddie?” You asked your bestfriend. You really wanted to go with him. He’s a senior now, when will you ever get another chance to, if not now right?

 “Sweetheart, proms are not for me. Who wants to listen to shitty songs and watch people sucking each other’s faces anyway? Not me, for sure.”

 So when Anderson asked you to come to prom with him, you said yes. You told Eddie this and he avoided you for a whole week.

 You did started dating Anderson for six months. Now you know why Eddie seemed to be always irritated and annoyed with you during those times.

  TAPE 3 - December 21, 1985

 “This is dumb, Eddie.”

 “Huh? No it isn’t!”

 “I mean— who would record and listen to their own voice?”

 You smiled weakly. Eddie does, and you thank God for that.

 “Well, I do. You don’t do that princess?”

 “Not really. But fine, let’s get this over with.” You still remember that sheepish smile on his face as he started strumming your acoustic guitar.

 Eddie Munson, who always judged your music taste and hated listening to sappy-cheesy love songs, is playing I don’t want to miss a thing by Aerosmith. You couldn’t help but giggle at this.

 “What happened to—” he glared at you, his ears turning red.

 “Just sing, okay?” You laughed and nodded, deciding to stop teasing him.

 “I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming” You remember his eyes that were trained on you as the lyrics left your mouth. They hold a gentle look upon you, and he thought you didn’t notice how he smiled a little as he looked away to sing the next lines.

 “I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure” You still remember how your heart was thumping when he sang those words, as if he was singing the song for you. Which he did. He smiled before singing the next lines with you.

 “I don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep 'Cause I'd miss you baby And I don't want to miss a thing” 

You remember how you stopped singing to just watch and hear him sing the remaining lines. Hoping that this means something for him.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do

I still miss you baby

And I don’t want to miss a thing.” And he sings. His eyes filled with words that you hoped he told you.

 Your heart ached, hearing you two sing just months ago. How did it all end up like this?

 TAPE 4 – March 14, 1986

 “She said she wanted to talk to me once she comes back for her spring break. I don’t know why, but I think this is finally getting somewhere. Should I give her these tapes? I think she’ll find it weird. What if-what if she changes her mind after listening to this? Shit.”

 You smiled, why would hearing these tapes change you mind? Nothing in this world can stop you from loving him. You wish he knew that.

 TAPE 5 – March 22, 1986

 “Hey Y/N. I figured that I’ll give this to you once I saw you... but I, I don’t think that’ll happen soon.

 I didn’t kill her alright? I didn’t kill Chrissy. So if you’re watching the news right now, it’s not true. I can’t fucking kill a person! Jesus Christ!” You can hear the desperation in his voice. You wanted nothing but to tell him that you know he didn’t, you wanted to hug him, knowing how much he must’ve been shaking. You can picture his beautiful face stained with his tears as you heard him sigh.

 “Uh-sorry.... I—I’m just so frustrated right now. We’re supposed to talk next week and this happened!

 I really hope I can call you right now. You... always seem to know what words to say when I’m freaking out, you know? Sometimes you don’t even have to say anything at all. That’s why I love spending time with you.

 Chrissy—she died. And-and I was there but I couldn’t do anything, I was so fucking scared. Her bones... her bones cracked. And her eyes. Jesus Christ. Her eyes. So I ran. I ran like a fucking coward. I left her body there... I... I didn’t know what to do.. I discovered that all I can ever do is run.

 I have always been a coward. Scared of life after high school. Scared to do my best and still fail. Scared to tell you how I truly feel.

 Once this is over, I’m going to get that diploma. Follow you there, like what I told you.

 I can’t wait for all of this to be over and see you.”

 “I…” He seemed to be contemplating. “I miss you.” He settled for that instead.

 “I miss you too Eddie,” you whispered, hoping that he can hear you somehow.

 TAPE 6 – March 28, 1986

 “Hi. How are you, princess? Great, I hope.

 Uhh, as for me… things are not—yeah they’re not exactly great right now, I don’t think I could make it to our talk that was supposed to be in a few days. I’m sorry.

 Remember tape 3? It was recorded on Christmas break, I forced you to record that song with me? I don’t wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith.

 I... I wanted to tell you how I felt but I was too fucking scared so I resorted to singing it with you instead. That song, when I heard it on the radio, I can’t stop thinking about you. Well, to be frank, almost any cheesy ass love song reminds me of you but this one hits so deep you know?

 Spending this school year without you, made me fucking realized how much time I’ve wasted.

 Hell, when I’m with you I don’t wanna close my eyes. I want to see, feel, and hear everything. So it gets me so annoyed when you apologize about talking too much or ranting too much about your day. I want to know everything about you. And I- I don’t wanna miss a thing. Anything about you Y/N.” You placed your hand over your mouth at the confession. Your heart was shattering, you don’t think you could do this.

 “I want to share every happy moment with you, comfort you in your darkest moments. Every moment spent with you, I treasure them.” He chuckled weakly. “I know it sounds stupid, but that’s what I feel.”

 “It’s not stupid,” you whispered. You felt—you still feel the same.

 “I always had this feeling, like I wanted to hoard you. Maybe this is why, you know? Maybe I felt that I’m not going to live for long, so I relished in each of your smile and your laughs. I relished everything that you can offer me, even if it’s just being friends. And I’m glad I did, but I still wish I had the courage to try and see if we could be more than friends?” Now, you start to hear him sobbing.

 “Maybe I could’ve hold you longer and tighter that night when you once slept over. Maybe I could’ve used more excuse to touch you more often than I had?” He sighed deeply before saying the next words.

 “I-maybe I could’ve kissed you. I always imagined what it would be like.

 Now... I’m scared. I don’t wanna die. I don’t want to not be able to see you. Not having any more of you, even just for a glance of your eyes and your smile, and it scares me.” His voice was shaking and you hated how you can’t do anything to comfort him. This was Eddie a few days ago, you’re late.

 “But I guess- I guess this is where it will all end.

 I’ll never get to see you graduate and get that degree. I’ll never— I’ll never get to see the 25, 35, 50, or 70-year-old version of you. I’ll never get to see you wearing a wedding dress, whether it’s for me or someone else.

 Never get to see you have children. You always wanted to have one, and I always thought you’d make a great mother.

 Fuck. I’m going to miss so much of your life and it scares me.”  

 He didn’t speak for a while, all you can hear on the tape was his sobs.

 “So uh- in easier words, since I know you can be quite… oblivious sometimes. What I meant to say is that... I love you. I’ve been in love with you since sophomore year. Fuck- it feels good to finally say it, I don’t know why I held back before.” He laughed a little, you know he was trying to cheer you up. He was still trying to comfort you, even in his death.

 “I’m sorry if I can’t make it. Sorry I can’t spend this spring break with you. Or any spring break at all in the future. But I’d like you to know that I’d do everything just to do that. But, I don’t have much of a choice.

 If I—if I really die… I wish you happiness. Maybe I’d spare God a visit and beg him for that y’now?” he chuckled once again and sniffed. You can picture him wiping his tears and running his fingers through his hair.

 “Don’t miss me too much okay? Uh well, actually, please do. But still, live your life. Go get that degree, get... get married, go have kids. If you ever found someone to love, don’t ever waste any moment alright? One shit could happen and you might lose them or they may lose you.

 This has been too long, I don’t want to stop but I’m running out of tapes.

 I love you, Cinderella.” He chuckled, obviously reminded of the first time you two talked.

 “I-I listen to tape 3 whenever I feel upset, and I hope it could comfort you as much as it comforted me. Hell, I hope you’ll be much more comforted than I was.”

 “Feel free to listen to that tape, or any of it, for how many times you’d like, as long as you don’t cry too much, ‘kay? I don’t like it when my princess cries, but I guess I’ll let it pass for a year or two. But not more than that, understood?”

 “I want you to not stop looking forward for something—anything, because that’s what I felt whenever I listen to tape 3, whenever I miss you. And it made me want to look forward to my graduation or to seeing you or anything, just so I wouldn’t lose hope. Hell, I even listened to it a while ago.” That’s when you heard him completely broke down. You knew. You knew he’s still hoping that he’ll make it out alive. He’s still looking forward for that talk with you.

 “This—this is just so fucking unfair man. I want to tell you I love you face to face, why can’t I even have that?” You cried, hearing his frustration. You knew he tried so hard to keep himself from saying those words, you knew he wanted you to listen to this tape without feeling how unfair this is. He really wanted to leave you something that would comfort you. You listened as he composed himself again, he was blowing his breath through his mouth slowly.

 “Oh Eddie,”

 “If I’m ever reborn, I’d look for you in my next life. Then I’ll never waste any second of it. I love you so mu—"

 That’s the end of the tape. You stared at Dustin who was equally a mess as you are. You curled up in a ball, hugging your knees as memories of you and Eddie in December 1985 flashed in your mind.

  Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating And I'm wondering what you're dreaming Wondering if it's me you're seeing Then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever Forever and ever

  You two just finished recording the song.

 “Do you not need to go home princess? Aren’t you Cinderella?”

 You rolled your eyes on him. Your mother had always been strict with you and your siblings. “No, I’ll sleep here.” You said and plopped to Eddie’s bed.

 “I-In my bed?” You looked at his face, noting the pink tinged in his cheeks. You laughed, God he’s so adorable. So you engulf him in your arms and dragged him down with you.

 “I’m not going to bite you- you know.” You giggled and hugged him.

 Eddie tensed at the proximity. His heart was beating so fast and he can feel yours too. He decided to relish in this moment and hold you tighter, brushing your hair tenderly as you lay your head over his chest.

 “’M just gonna rest..” you mumbled into his shirt. You just got back to Hawkins and was too excited to see him, not even bothering to rest before coming over. You missed everything about Eddie, so you were planning to get enough of him before going back to college.

  I don't want to miss one smile And I don't want to miss one kiss And I just want to be with you Right here with you, just like this And I just want to hold you close I feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time

  Eddie laid there, wondering what you were thinking. His eyes trained on you, taking in the gentle look on your face. That’s it. He’s going to fucking graduate this year and finally be with you. He just needs to graduate, to at least be worthy enough for you.

 “I’m going to graduate this year and we could find an apartment together.” He said, playing with your hair. “Get a part-time job, try my luck—I don’t know, search for a band or just write songs and play them on my own.”

 You opened your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Really?”

 Eddie shrugged, “yeah why not?” he squinted his eyes, “of course, only if that’s alright with you?”

 You nodded and pulled him closer. “I’d love that, Eddie.” He smiled and closed his eyes, looking forward to more moments like this in the future. With you.

Don't want to close my eyes Don't want to fall asleep 'Cause I'd miss you baby And I don't want to miss a thing 'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do

  You cried. If only you knew that it would be the last time, you would’ve stayed there the whole Christmas break. You were too complacent, thinking you’d have plenty of times to do things that you’ve been wanting to do before. Thinking that after this year, you’d finally be with Eddie. That nothing can ever change these plans.

 I'd still miss you baby And I don't want to miss a thing

 Your heart ached, knowing how Eddie would’ve felt if he knew that he missed the chance to hear you say the next words.

“I love you too, Eddie.”  You cried, “I’m sorry I never got to tell you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

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Dongcheon’s Dagger [Choi Mujin x Reader] - SEPARATION [분리]

scene: SEPARATION [분리]

pairing: choi mujin x reader

word count: ~5400 words

warnings: gang codex, weapons (knives), emotional manipulation, alcohol consumption, violent behaviour, fighting, death of a minor character, injury, blood, kidnapping, implied sexual harrassment, insults, smoking, slight angst

further scenes: Dongcheon’s Dagger - Masterlist

disclaimer: please do not copy or translate any of my work, thanks!

Though it had been dark by the time all of this started, the current darkness that enveloped you was of an entirely different kind, accompanied by the heavy stuffiness of dust, dirt and a slight metallic scent that settled at the back of your throat in a uniquely disgusting combination.

While you were by far no stranger to what a deal gone south could lead to, it was still the first time that you had been locked in the trunk of a car. They hadn’t even bothered to bound your legs, as the space they had crammed you into wasn’t big enough for you to move them anyway. You cursed under your breath when the damn raggedy car passed over another bump in the road, making your hip and shoulder slam into the bottom of the trunk repeatedly, not to mention the various undefinable objects that jostled around with you and dug into your body. By the end of the journey you were sure your legs would be numb and countless bruises would litter your skin.

Even though the part about being crammed into the trunk hadn’t been part of your plan, everything else went quite smoothly, the added visual damage to your form would add nicely to what you had planned. Still, a small part of your mind resisted the confidence you felt, alerting you of the precarious circumstances you were subjected to.

Before you could suppress the nagging thought, the car came to a rapid halt, this time slamming you into the back of the trunk with such an impact that it forced the air from your lungs in a long curse.

The harsh light of your surroundings blinded you as the lid was ripped open and a maniacal laugh rang out at your sight.

In part, you were privy to the fact that something about the situation was off, the unique sense honed over the years that you had spent around all kinds of gangs. Final deals always involved the majority of Dongcheon’s inner circle but meetings with potential buyers and dealers had become a specialty of yours. It had been something that your boss had observed from the beginning, the easiness with which you conducted interviews and meetings, a magnitude of different personalities in your arsenal. Though you weren’t entirely sure where it came from except through natural affinity, you reveled in it, examining your opposite and switching according to them. It always worked, too - it threw them off, lured them in, made them hate you, love you, want you. You played them like the easiest instrument in the world with an air that left no room for objection.

The location was carefully selected, you never met potential new buyers twice in the same venue as through your methods and rising status within Dongcheon, you had almost as big a target on your back as your leader, Choi Mujin. So it may not have been clear to any bypassers looking into the small restaurant, but none of the patrons around your table were actually regular customers but equal parts of each party. The buyers and dealers usually brought some form of backup as well, being that they in turn were affiliated with smaller gangs to sell the product onwards.

Your eyes wandered over the opposing group slowly while you gently held the small paper cup of soju in between the fingers of your right hand, taking a small sip and deliberately exposing the signet ring on your smallest finger. The man directly across from you, a well known buyer from Japan that wanted in on the new product that Dongcheon had introduced to the market a few months back, followed your cue immediately. Like a trained dog abiding by its owner’s command.

Clearly, he recognized you from the moment he and his party had been let into the restaurant, but the indication of your status brought a slight of fear into his otherwise nervous face. Not so much the other men in the room, and they were what had brought up your wariness, even though no one man stood out as particularly different visually, the one to the japanese’s left seemed to consider himself the leader of the brawn as he sat back with crossed arms. Your eyes met his nonchalantly and while you instinctively gauged how you could break him in an interrogation - an air of cockiness around him that identified him as strongly opposed to a young woman in your position - he was not the focus of your meeting.

When your gaze had finished their round of the participants, you leant back slowly and took another sip from your cup before speaking, finally opening the meeting formally as the highest ranking.

“So, what can we do for you?” You kept everything open with intent, watching the clearly nervous man closely. There had to be a reason for his distressed state.

“I- uhm. We, I mean, would like to distribute your stock in Japan.” He caught himself stammering. When you did not answer but only indicated for him to keep going, another wave of uncertainty passed over him briefly.

“With Japan, we mean the Hokkaido region in particular, it’s…” The pause in his explanation spiked your interest even more, as a versed buyer he should be able to pitch with ease; except there wasn’t a pitch to begin with. What morons.

“Hokkaido, huh?” you mused gently, soothing the man for a moment before you signalled to your right, making the man standing behind you step forward and bend down to your seated form. With your head tilted into him, you whispered something to him, though it had no meaning as it was just a means to rouse the other group further. If they wanted to play, you would play.

Your man nodded slowly and grimaced slightly as if he’d tried to keep it from slipping onto his features before slowly retreating again. Only when you had let the small knife slip from your sleeve and into your hand, flipping it playfully, did you turn your eyes back onto the men in front of you.

Beads of sweat had formed suddenly on the japanese man’s forehead and he looked ready to burst while the other idiot’s face had turned a slight shade of red - a clear indicator of anger. Interesting, it always amazed you how well this tactic you had picked up from Mujin worked on a multitude of different people. The nervous and anxious ones were easiest to crack.

And crack, he did.

“I didn’t know it was going to be you, please.” he tried to whisper quickly before the apparent leader of the other party slammed the older man’s head on the table and stabbed his neck in a sudden fit of rage.

At that, your brow raised, unimpressed at the display - although not altogether surprised or shocked, it posed an inconvenience you hadn’t planned on dealing with. The “leader” turned his furious gaze from the coughing man to his right onto you and in that moment you knew why you had been wary from the start - Do Gangjae might even be smug about the apparent smart plan he had come up with, choosing a group of men you had not personally been in contact with before. What he hadn’t known was that you had seen the older man in front of you back when you had still been rolling with your old gang. Even then, the clear disdain of your person had been clear as your gang and his had clashed on occasion. So you knew that it was Gangjae that had spun up this plan to get to you and Dongcheon.

It was apparent that he had recognized you as well during your short interaction as another layer of contempt had been added to his grimace of anger. Again, you were glad for your extensive training, as the man suddenly lunged across the table with a long knife in his fist. You brought the paper cup up and threw the soju into his face, momentarily distracting him to allow you to duck underneath his wild swing.

The chair was knocked into the linoleum floor when you sprung back, immediately assuming your stance. As if the loud crack of plastic against plastic had been the universal signal everyone had been waiting on, the fight broke out with a roar from both sides. When the other leader had recovered and began coming back at you, you again crouched underneath his incoming attack and transitioned into an upper cut smoothly. As your fist clipped his jaw, the knife within left a cut across his brow when your hand swiped across.

Instantly, blood ran into one of his eyes but that did not deter him from coming at you full force, swinging wildly with both hands and crowding you backwards until your back hit another body. Luckily it was one of your own men and you tapped his leg quickly, a sign for him to brace against you as you threw yourself into his back and brought both legs up to kick the incoming man with all your strength. He crashed into the men fighting behind him while you came back to your feet with only a minor stumble. The man behind you switched positions with you quickly, taking on the next man and giving you a few moments to observe the situation and hopefully come up with something.

While you could have taken them on with a good chance of defeating all of them in the current brawl situation, one thing could lead to further complications, especially with the now dead Japanese buyer lying in the middle of all the fighting. At first you hadn’t picked it up over the sound of the men around you, but it was so distinctive - approaching sirens. Apparently someone from around the restaurant had alerted the authorities when the fight broke out. And the police was stupid enough to come rushing in with sirens, warning you of their arrival.

Your mind rushed through a multitude of scenarios but what really mattered was not getting tied up in a police investigation as that could lead to a delay in everything if you were to be held at the station for hours upon hours. All that on top of the fact that none of the men fighting, including you, were particularly fond of the police and if you could avoid them at all, you would.

So you decide on a whim to get everyone out as quickly as possible to give your men the chance to escape. Fingers in your mouth, you whistled harshly, drawing all the attention to yourself.

“Listen. They’re going to be here any moment and tear us all a new one. As much as I know some of you would like that, we have to get out. Now.” you spoke in authority.

Whilst you had spoken and turned your eyes onto every man to get the point across, one of the opposing party had shuffled behind your form and suddenly grabbed you from behind. It was sloppy, really. You were inclined to just throw him off instantly but it actually played into the plan you had just come up with to get you all out as quickly as possible. Instead, you raised your hands slowly and handed your knife to the closest of your own men.

Another of your associates met your eyes and you nodded slightly when his eyebrow raised. He had seen that you were willingly letting the man behind you into your space and you hoped he also copped onto what you had planned. The quicker your men reconvened with the rest of the organization, the faster they could get you out. And as you wanted to avoid unnecessary bloodshed amongst your own, even if you were trained a lot better than the other gang, you would never get out of the fight as quickly as to escape the incoming police. So, you gave yourself up to get them out and running.

There was no fear within you at the prospect of going with the other gang willingly, you had immense faith in being the finest trained person in the room as well as in Mujin to come up with a plan to get you out as quickly as possible. They would potentially find you before the other gang had even had a chance to try and interrogate you. Even if not, you were secure in the lifestyle you had chosen and what risks it could entail, you would always fight, up until the bitter end. Not as if you feared something serious happening to you that night, Do Gangjae might be crazy and dangerous in his own way, but he had a massive bone to pick with Dongcheon and Mujin that would not encompass killing you just like that.

Thus, you behaved and let yourself be dragged away at the group leader’s command but put more emphasis on pretending to be hurt worse than you actually were. While you could feel some dampness against your thigh where one of the wild swings had clipped you, you were otherwise relatively unharmed. Playing up the wound on your leg and grinding out a growl as the men gripped your arms, you really leant into them, making them snicker between them.

Only the sirens growing ever louder made them reconsider and hurry out of the small restaurant’s front while your men scattered immediately, most dashing towards the back entrance.

Though they had to know you had played into their hands if they weren’t complete idiots, the men were at least as smart as to bind your hands in front of your body before shoving you into the waiting car’s trunk. You regarded them with a mocking smile that brought on the closure of the lid with more force than ever necessary, trapping you in the stuffy, small compartment engulfed by darkness.

The click of various pairs of shoes on the marble flooring alerted Choi Mujin to their arrival before the double doors to his large office had even been opened. His eyes scanned over the crowd intensely, some of the men were more severely hurt than others, blood staining their suits in diverse places. When he couldn’t spot you amongst them, his mood immediately soured and he couldn’t even wait for all of the men to come to a stand as he addressed them harshly.

“What happened?” he snapped.

“The buyer was a ploy but he slipped up, couldn’t handle the pressure. He got killed by the other group, we don’t exactly know who they were, but…” he clearly dreaded being the messenger. “They took her. I’m sure she has some kind of plan and went with them to get us all out quicker. The police arrived at the meeting spot seconds after we left.”

Mujin hadn’t listened to anything past the fact that some group of motherfuckers had taken you hostage and quickly reached for the glass resting on the table behind him. Before he could numb his anger with the burn of the liquor, it burst out of him in a fit of rage as he threw the crystal across the room with a roar. Surprisingly, only a few of the men even flinched, most of them had anticipated such a reaction, if not worse, at the announcement of you being hostage to another gang.

If he had been more rational in that moment, Mujin would have realized that you certainly had some form of a plan as you would never surrender without a fight or concrete reason. All he could think about, though, was the fact that he did not know where they had taken you and what was happening to you. The thought of you potentially getting killed brought on an immense sense of dread, he had grown to trust you so much in the time he had known you. To fare without your advice, trust and unshaken loyalty was a concept that had been slipping away from him further and further with each mission and deal you had supported him with.

The fact that you had acted the way you did in order to avoid the police getting hold of either of the groups struck him as odd even through his anger and heavy breathing. None of the men dared to speak while their leader returned to his seat and lit up a smoke with a light shake to his hand. He had to come up with a plan and fast, there was no way that he would allow anyone to lay even one finger on you.

Meanwhile, you were really questioning how Gangjae had managed to gather so many men under him and keep his gang intact with how negligent he was acting at the moment. When the trunk lid had opened into an abandoned warehouse, he had immediately shoved his laughing face into your personal space. As if you cared about his swollen pride and the even bigger push it got because he had gotten you into his fingers.

“Look what we have here.” he drawled, elongating the statement unnecessarily.

Of course, he had to one up himself constantly, this time by letting his hands grab onto your body in the most inappropriate ways possible to haul you from the trunk. Where he read your gritted teeth as a sign that he was hurting you, you were mentally preparing for the right moment to kick his damn face. And finally, the moment came when he crouched down next to where you were seated on the floor as you had purposefully let your legs appear too weak to support you. Just as he opened his mouth to undoubtedly let out another diminishing comment, you leant back and brought your right leg up quickly, snapping his jaw up at impact.

You had to give it to his men, they had you turned around and on your knees before Gangjae had recovered and was seething at you through bloodied teeth.

“You fucking bitch. Go ahead, you’re going to regret that so bad.”

When you just grinned at him serenely, absolutely unimpressed by his outburst, he shot forward and gripped your jaw in a bruising grip. Not even the knife he had pulled from his oversized coat could break the stare you regarded him with. Even if he killed you on the spot, he’d have gained nothing except an even bigger target on his back and the wrath of Dongcheon and Choi Mujin personally.

The coolness of the blade against your cheekbone stood in stark contrast to the warm ooze of blood and sharp sting of pain shooting through your entire face. Gangjae seemed mesmerized by the action of marking your face so much that he let up his grip slightly, thus allowing you to twist your head out of it. Nonetheless more blood ran along your face when the blade slipped upwards and into your hairline in a shallow but long cut. The pain burned along your scalp and was only interrupted by Gangjae’s grip returning to your jaw, angling your face up to his.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself, such a pretty face. Too bad you’re Mujin’s whore, you’d have made for a nice fuck.” he trawled and pressed his cheek against yours, transferring some of the blood. That utter maniac.

When his eyes returned to yours, there was malice laced within the madness. “Maybe I should send you back to him all broken and used. You’ll never feel the same to him when we’re through with you, right?” Another mistake; he looked behind him in confirmation. The blood had gathered where he had his hand on you and made it easy to twist out of his hold again. You made sure to grit your teeth before snapping your head forwards, straight into his nose as he turned to look at you again.

“I will make you pay so bad, you fucking slut!” he seethed and didn’t even bother to hold his nose that had begun leaking blood as well. Instead, he thrusted his arm into your abdomen in a fit of violence, thus embedding his knife into your side, twisting cruelly. The pain was real and while you usually tried to hold back on any signs of weakness, you let out a sharp cry. It was only in part to appear even more hurt but also due to the fact that it had been a while since you had been stabbed head on, that shit hurt more than you remembered.

With a triumphant smile stretching across his maniacal face, Gangjae ripped the knife from your body, eliciting another outcry from your lips as the now open wound immediately began soaking your side and lap in blood.

Looking behind you, the other gang leader brought you up with him, accompanied by another groan from you, to stretch your arms above your head suddenly. The thin rope around your wrists dug into the skin there painfully when you could feel the cool metal of a massive hook between your hands. The bastard had hung you up like a piece of meat to bleed you dry. Where you had anticipated a lot, this was not something you had even imagined coming onto you.

“Let’s see how dear Mujin will fare when he finds you like this. Presented all nice and pretty for him, but it will be too late.” he goaded you with a fake sweet tone, patting your bloody cheek before stepping back. Still, he did not watch you bleed out - apparently he had other things to do and was fairly confident that you would not make it until he found you. There was no denial that Mujin would find you, no matter where in the world you were and what had happened to you, the ruthless leader would find you, no effort spared. Though Gangjae had heard about your prior injuries from his men and was certain that there was no way you would make it.

That’s what kept you focussed, even though you portrayed a groggy, hurt expression outwards. Your mind still paid attention to everything happening around you and Gangjae had underestimated you before, writing you off as too weak. You’d show him weakness when you got the fucker in between your fingers. There would be no mercy and you would make absolutely sure that you witnessed the light fading from his eyes.

The rage kept you occupied in your inner scheming and distracted you from the pain a little as the men piled into a waiting Range Rover. Gangjae could not resist patting your ass as he left you but you paid him no mind, focussing on your act and storing away that information as even more reason to retaliate viciously.

When you were sure that they had gone; you counted the drops of blood against the concrete floor; you carefully tested your range of motion. They had left your legs free and after a few tries you managed to swing your legs up high over your head and over the bar the hook was fastened to. There was no one to hear you moan in anguish at the pressure on your wound and strain on your battered shoulders and wrists.

With another pained cry, you hit the floor and immediately reached into your shoe for the small emergency knife you stored there at all times. Luckily the morons hadn’t been smart enough to properly search you. Another testament of their stupidity was the car that still stood where they had hauled you out of its trunk. You wanted to laugh, but suddenly stumbled on your way over to the vehicle; so much so that you had to take a break, hunching over to clutch your wound tightly. The warehouse spun in tight circles around you and you just barely made your way to the side of the car, collapsing into the driver’s seat. There was nothing to bandage your wound with, so you resorted to bunching up the cloth that had been pulled over the passenger seat and bandaging yourself as best as you could. It was dirty and old but had to do it for the moment.

The moment you had ripped open the hatch underneath the steering wheel, your hands reached for the cables dangling within. It took you a few tries to connect the wires successfully with your shaking and slippery hands. Elation flooded you when the old car sprung to life but you had to lean your head against the seat’s rest for a moment as the spinning had returned suddenly as you leant back. With a few deep breaths that hurt like hell, you managed to fend off the sickness and dizziness long enough to carefully steer the car out the way you had seen Gangjae and his men leave.

In the end you sincerely could not remember how you had gotten back without crashing or passing out along the way. Once, you had to pull over for a moment to wind your bandage tighter, trying to reduce the blood loss while simultaneously waking yourself more through the pain. All you could think about was reaching the safety of the organisation’s headquarters, that single focussed thought powering you as you left the car as close to the elevators as you could and made your way over to them.

The initial group as well as more men had been called back into the executive suite when Mujin had composed himself and begun to form a plan to get you back. All eyes were fixated on him where they looked over his shoulders to get a look at the map the leader had spread out on his massive desk.

To be fair, you had only realized in part that there should have been someone guarding the door but apparently they were all too invested in trying to find where you were held captive, speaking over another while pointing at the map. You had entered carefully and kept one hand on the wall as the other still held pressure against your wound. Resting your back against the wall, you knew Mujin had to interrupt them any second now.

With a smile on your face at the sight of all your men, you did not have to wait long at all. “If you want to contribute, do it one after the other!” Mujin snapped at them, their theories were making his head hurt by the sheer volume the voices had risen to.

“Planning a mission without me?” you mused into the sudden silence of the room, provoking an almost comical action as all the men turned quickly, some with their hands halfway to their weapons before they recognized you. Who could hold it against them, you were sure you looked a right mess, clearly wounded and bloodied all over, jacket and shirt torn and stained especially around your waist. The long laceration marking your face made a few of the men inhale sharply as their eyes settled on your face that was nonetheless painted with a small smile of relief.

It only took Mujin a few long strides to cross the room to where you were leaning; just in time to catch you as you finally fainted, the adrenaline dropping now that you had arrived. He ordered for all of Dongcheon’s known doctors in a tone that left absolutely no room for arguing or hesitation - everyone in the room was suddenly reminded of his authority and reputation, scrambling as if their own life depended on it. Only Taeju remained waiting by the door, silently observing his boss taking over to exert pressure against your wound with a worried expression. Even through your unconsciousness you felt the renewed pressure as Mujin had taken off his own jacket to press it down firmly, switching out the soaked rag.

The stern man was barely able to give up control, even when the paramedic softly touched upon his shoulder. The collective of medical professionals was able to coax your body from his grasp after a few moments but resorted to treat you right there and then, only in part because they didn’t know the severity of your stab wound, but also as not to irritate the pacing gang leader even further. He kept his eyes on you at all times while the team worked on you. Luckily none of your vitals had been affected by the stab wound, even though you had lost a good amount of blood. A nervous glance was passed between the medics as they moved to take off your jacket, shirt and pants to inspect the rest of your body. They wanted to guard your privacy but none of them dared to address the clearly agitated man, so they resorted to shielding you as best as they could.

Dryness along the inside of your throat was what woke you a few hours later and you had to swallow several times to rid yourself of the weird feeling. Only then did you dare to open your eyes and a soft sigh left you at the fact that you weren’t in a hospital but safe within Liber’s executive suite. Softness surrounded you from all sides as you were tucked into a heap of blankets on the large sofa settled to the side of the office as part of a seating arrangement that included another sofa and a low table in front of you.

Your eyes settled on the figure slouched at the large desk, a still lit cigarette between his fingers but he made no move to finish it, only focussed on a particular spot and looking absolutely wrecked.

“Why do you look like you've come back from hell? You know, you’re not the one that got stabbed.” you mused quietly while sitting up slowly with a pain in your abdomen, but nothing you couldn’t handle. At your voice, his head shot up and he came to sit on the sofa across from yours.

“You’ve probably forgotten how it feels like. I almost did, too. Hurts like a bitch.” A soft smile tugged at your lips as you tried to lighten the situation. Mujin looked as if he hardly recognized you and when he still did not respond in any way, you inquired more gently. “Mujin, are you okay?”

That roused him from his absent state and apparent reverie, eyes focussing on you this time. “You are asking me if I am okay?” he deadpanned and stood up again abruptly. You were almost thinking that he was mad at your question but he simply stepped around the low table separating you and sat in the space next to you carefully. While he did not want to hurt you further, he could not keep a lot of distance - he had to be sure you were really okay.

“You’re really something. Coming back here like a phoenix rising all on her own. I knew you had planned something but this? You never fail to impress me.” he spoke softly and his eyes roamed over your face as if gauging your reaction to his words. A soft smile was your only response before your eyes began to droop slightly, exhaustion coming back to you. Still, you reached for his hand gently and held it between yours for a moment, grounding yourself in the moment by feeling his strong presence. The warm and slightly rough feel of his skin felt nice as you squeezed it for a moment, content with being close to him if only for a short moment.

“Thank you.” you smiled and as you began to fall asleep again, you only in part still witnessed the carefulness with which the otherwise merciless man laid you down again. He crouched next to your sleeping form for a moment and brushed a stray strand of hair from your relaxed face. His hand lingered on your cheek for a few breaths while he watched your peaceful expression that was only disrupted by the cut along your soft skin and slight bruising along your jaw. As his finger followed the bruise before pulling away with a sigh, he was reminded of the fact that this defined you - an exterior of cool beauty with a burning fire disrupting it from time to time.

He had accomplished what he had planned, forged you into hardened steel, a deadly precision to you that made you the perfect right hand woman. A personal dagger that lusted for blood when anyone close was threatened and that never caved under pressure. Loyal as if engraved with Dongcheon’s own morals.

A/N: Okay, so you can be excited for next week! It'll be the last scene that I've written, but it will be 7100 words of juicy goodness. ;)

Did you enjoy this set up? Please feel free to let me know what you think. And thank you for reading, always! ♥

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nooooo, i was just checking my instagram, expecting to have a peaceful afternoon then i saw park hee soon’s new post and I screamed at the second pic and slowly died as I continue to swipe right. sir, let me move on from choi mujin, i can’t focus anymore hhuhhuhuhu (but i love it) i think i need therapy....

#choi mujin #park hee soon #my name

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one of the things I hate about writing is how self conscious I get because sometimes I'm like who gives af this is all in my head and so lame and no one would enjoy it and then sometimes I just want someone to share the obsession with why is it like this

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I really wake up and the first thing I think of is this man I'm down so bad

look at him and tell me you don't want him to just mess you up

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Park Hee Soon as Choi Moo Jin

MY NAME (Episode 3)

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nooo, how can i move on if u keep doing this

PARK HEE SOON By Go Won Tae for Harper’s BAZAAR Korea, Dec. 2021

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All too well | Choi Mujin x Fem!OC - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

16 – Aera: First meeting

 And I left my scarf there at your sister's house

And you've still got it in your drawer even now

 She was 16. Busy with homework, projects, and studying. If there was one thing she’s good at, it would be studying. Aera stretched her back, groaning as she did. She’s been working on this for hours now.

 “Aera-ya!” Someone called after her just outside her bedroom window. Junghoon climbed the tree that stood just outside her window to call her attention. He’s been her closest friend since she was a kid. “Have you heard? We got a new neighbor. Let’s go see if we can befriend him.”

 Aera only sighed. Truth be told, she wants nothing else but to close her Mathematics textbook and leave her room, but she needs to finish it to go to the busking tonight. “I can’t, Junghoon-ah. I need to finish my Mathematics homework first.” She then resumed answering, not bothering to look at him.

The boy only rolled his eyes and readjusted his position on the tree’s branch. “That can wait!”

 “Sorry.” She mumbled while shaking her head, flashing him an apologetic smile.

 Knowing how serious she was when it came to her studies, her friend only grumbled before going down, “Alright, alright. You’ll meet him tomorrow at school anyway. Are we still going tonight? You prepared for the song, right?”

 “yes,”

 “Good, see you later!” Junghoon said as he made his way down the tree, landing on his foot.

 Indeed, she met him the next day. He was in her class, standing with his crumpled uniform and messy hair. He reluctantly introduced himself, eyes on the floor, looking uninterested. Choi Mujin, that’s his name, it fits him perfectly.

 The teacher instructed him to sit right behind Aera. When he finally took his seat, she excitedly reached out her hand to him. “Hi Mujin, I’m Aera. I hope we become friends.”

 He looked taken aback. He stared at her hand and then back at her face, wondering what she wanted from him.

 Aera only widened her smile upon seeing his reaction. She nodded at him as if to urge him to shake her hand.

 He knew, from how she smiled alone, that she was probably one of those people who won’t back down even if he just ignores her. So, he reluctantly reached for her hand and shook it quietly. With that, she finally pursed her lips. When she was satisfied, she brought her attention back to her teacher. Which made Mujin relieved.

 After classes, she found him walking back home. Aera matched her steps with him and walked with him side by side. Mujin noticed this.

 “What is it again?” He asked gruffly, stopping in his tracks. Aera stopped too as she looked at him with a ‘what’ look on her face. Mujin saw this and decided to elaborate. “Why are you following me?”

 “I’m not following you, we’re just going in the same direction,” Aera said with a hint of smile on her face, amused by his hasty assumption. He scrunched his eyebrows, waiting for her to explain herself.

 Gosh, why is he always angry? She thought while she stared back at him.

 “Oh right, we live in the same neighborhood. Sorry I wasn’t able to welcome you yesterday. I was busy with my Mathematics homework.”

 Mujin’s knitted eyebrows became relaxed as he took in her words. She was still smiling at him. What is with this girl? He started walking away again, and she followed behind him.

 “Are you usually like this?” He couldn’t help but ask.

 She scanned her surroundings, looking from left to right, wondering what he referred to as ‘this.’

 “Talkative. You speak too much.” He was seriously wondering why she was sharing her business with him. As if she knew him. If she finds out who and what he is, she’ll probably stop talking to him.

 “Nah, I don’t speak too much. You just speak so little.”

 “Maybe because I don’t know you that well?”

 “And that’s why I’m talking to you, so I’ll get to know you better.” She tapped his shoulder twice. “Let’s get to know each other well. We’re neighbors now.” Mujin stopped walking and stared at her, clearly unimpressed with the sudden touch.

 Aera just chuckled, finding his expression cute. He’s like an angsty teenager. Wait, we’re really teenagers. “You know, I know you think it’s cool, but it’s hard to always pretend to hate everyone.”

 She recognized this defense mechanism of his immediately from the moment that she first talked to him. Before he could even reply, she shivered. Suddenly realizing that it was too cold because it’s almost winter. Her eyes fell on the boy in front of her once again, noticing that his clothes were too thin. She just sighed.

 “Fine, I’ll leave you alone..”

 “Thank God.” Mujin sighed in relief while closing his eyes as if thanking the gods for answering his prayers.

 “.... for now....” She continued with a smile again. The look of disbelief on his face was too funny for her that she couldn’t help but chuckle. “If...” she took off her scarf. “If you wear this here, it’s too cold.”

 Then she tiptoed to hang her scarf around his neck. She did this quickly, scared that he would reject it again, but to her surprise, he stayed in place.

 As for Mujin, no, he didn’t stay in place. He was just frozen, surprised by the action. Who is this girl? Why does she think that this is okay? Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the girl beamed at him one last time, “Bye!”

 Then she ran away, pulling the straps of her backpack tightly to herself. Mujin stood there, clearly baffled.

 “What’s with her?” Mujin let his hand fall on the scarf on his neck before he started walking again. He just now realized how cold it was without her scarf, so he let himself melt into the scarf’s warmth.

  18 – Mujin: First meeting

 Oh, your sweet disposition

And my wide-eyed gaze

  Mujin walked by the street, he just moved here today, and tomorrow’s going to be his first day of school, he sighed. Mujin looked around, and he wondered why everyone was huddled in the corner of the street. He saw so many teenagers watching someone singing. As he made his way through the crowds, he saw a girl singing her heart out. She strums her guitar, singing her current favorite song.

 He liked the song, and he liked her voice. He let his eyes scan the whole crowd. They were all probably around his age. Now that he had found this place, he realized that maybe moving here wasn’t that bad after all.

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A/N: idk why im publishing this, i haven’t even written the ending yet. But here it is, here comes the flashbacks and back story :)

#choi mujin #choi moojin #my name #park hee soon #choi mujin x reader #myname #choi mujin fanfiction

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Hey guys! I made a discord server for My Name fans to hang out in. It's still brand new but i'm open to any suggestions really. For now come and enjoy!

(server in reblogs)

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Two Is Double The Fun (Mu-Jin Choi x Reader x Gang-Jae Do Threesome Smut) TEASER

Alright my sweet peaches, I am sadly not able to serve you the full meal yet, but I wanna give you a small morsel at least! Fingers crossed I finish the story til Wednesday! ><; I just cannot stop writing lmao

...

“Hey, what are ya thinking about? I don’t like that look on your face. Who’s in your mind right now?! Who I have to kill.”

Uh-oh, Gang-Jae had noticed! Quick-witted you threw your arms around his neck and let your fingers glide through his thick hair, your mouth seeking his in a hungry kiss. Gladly, it worked! Your needy kiss melted Gang-Jae’s anger. He tasted of vodka and tobacco, smelled of ginger and citrus, of sex and danger.

Your lips never breaking from his you tried to open the door. Only just you managed to do so and with your bodies tightly entwined you staggered giggling past the threshold, feeling around for the light switch. The dazzling light burned in your eyes and you snarled a curse under your breath which made Gang-Jae laugh.

“I like your dirty mouth. What other dirty things can you do with it?” Gang-Jae grinned, licked across your neck then. “Show me,” he whispered into your ear before making you cry out softly as he gently sucked and nibbled on your earlobe.

“I fear I have to kill you both if she does that.”

You huffed a weak chuckle. Were you about to go insane now? This voice that haunted you in your dreams for so long was following you into the real world now? You expected an empty spot when you’re looking up to spot the voice had been coming from, but there he was. Mu-Jin was sitting on your couch, white shirt unbuttoned to the chest, a glass of whiskey in his hand, a cigarette in his other one.

Gang-Jae cackled. Seeing his biggest rival in the home of his new chick both annoyed and excited him. Of all places, this bastard had to be here? Why? In what relation did Mu-Jin stand with you? This certainly took a very interesting turn.

...TBC...

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was choi mujin a manipulative piece of shit? yes.

will that stop me from losing my mind over how hot he is? no.

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All too well | Choi Mujin x Fem!OC - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

35 - Mujin

 I walked through the door with you

The air was cold

But something about it felt like home somehow

 Mujin walked on the familiar street, finding a huddled crowd around the corner of it. From afar, he could hear the faint singing. Teenagers were standing side by side with huge smiles on their faces while they swayed with the music.

 This is the usual spot for teenagers who likes busking. Having witnessed the sight in front of him just now brought back so many memories. As he scanned the crowd,  he saw his younger self standing with them, watching the performance with a hint of smile on his face. He used to go here when he was a teenager too.

He looked around the whole street, noticing its changes throughout the years. He lived around here; everywhere he looked, only brought back more memories. Each piece of memory made him sigh, resulting in him seeing his own breath in the air, he suddenly realized how cold it was, but it still felt like home.

 All of a sudden, some teenagers ran past him. They were in a rush, which resulted in them bumping into him, causing him to bump into the other person standing behind him.

 The group of boys halted and faced the two of them, bowing their heads while muttering their apologies politely. Mujin only gave them a nod to acknowledge it, and they disappeared quickly, running to the crowd. "Hey, be careful, boys!" The woman beside him called after them.

 Mujin was stunned upon hearing that voice. He almost could not believe his ears.

 "Aysh, mister, are you alright?" The woman continued to ask him. Her eyes were glued to the teenage boys who now joined the crowd while crossing her arms. "Look at them. They're so young and excited...." He heard her sigh as if she was reminiscing her teenage years too, just like him earlier.

 "....I used to be young like them." There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He knew, he just knew. That's when he finally allowed himself to look at her, just as she turned to look at him. The look in her eyes must have mirrored the ones on his own.

 Her eyes showed a number of emotions.

 Shock.

Familiarity.

Sadness?

 Whatever those emotions were, he's certain that he had seen them all before. Maybe just not all at once.

 "Mujin?" She asked with a tone of disbelief, a tone that he was very familiar with. She almost couldn't recognize him.

 He stood there, clad with a tailored suit, hair neatly styled, and the smell of his cologne was oozing in the air.

 He looks and smells expensive.

 She stepped back a little to have a good look at him again, now masking the emotions in her eyes. Something that Mujin knows all too well.

 She smiled, but it failed to reach her eyes. "I didn't know I'd bump into you here."

 All that Mujin could do was nod, still in shock. His eyes were rapidly blinking, still not believing who he just saw. The memories and emotions that came back to him were overwhelming. These emotions, he almost forgot how to feel like this, having been accustomed to his lifestyle for years, the only thing he felt for the recent past years was anger.

 "What..." He was confused, and he cleared his throat, now looking for words. "What are you doing here?" He allowed himself to scan her too. She's just how he expected her to be, even better.

 She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the question. Then she smiled again. Now, Mujin was certain that it was a genuine one. "What do you mean? The same reason why you're here, I presume?"

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A/N: I've been working on this for weeks now, imagining Muijn's back story and I realized that the one I imagined fits perfectly with All too well by Taylor Swift. I can't seem to finish writing it, so I think I'll just upload it by parts.

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