Upstairs Neighbor Wooyo! Part Three

upstairs neighbor wooyo! part three

part one – part two

final part is here! i hope you like it, i had fun writing this story :)

[9:47 PM]

thinking about bad boy wonwoo who always comes around no matter how many times you tell him to get lost. who calls you babydoll even though he knows how much you hate it. who is always covered in cuts and bruises, but still manages to look so damn attractive. who you know is bad news despite how unbearably charming he is. who would do anything for you.

it’s not your fault wonwoo looks so hot after he gets into fights. that’s why when he shows up on your doorstep, bloodied and bruised, you can’t leave his injuries unattended despite how annoying he is. so now you’re sitting on the bathroom counter with wonwoo wedged between your legs. his large hands are resting on your bare thighs, and you have to concentrate on cleaning the scrape on his cheek and not on the way his thumbs are gently caressing your skin.

“why do you always get into fights?” you murmur in an attempt to distract yourself from his touch. it doesn’t work.

wonwoo smirks like the large cut on his lips doesn’t hurt. “you worried ‘bout me, babydoll?”

you scowl because that stupid pet name doesn’t sound as grimy to you as it usually does. “yeah, right. i’m just tired of you coming around every time you almost get yourself killed.”

the smirk doesn’t fall from his face. if anything, it gets wider. you’re always trying so hard to resist him, but he knows the restraint you’re displaying is slowly dissipating. he can’t help but gloat at the fact that there’s a worried undertone to your voice. wonwoo purposely leans closer, loving how you start to blink nervously.

you really have no idea what you do to him, and it’s driving him insane.

“i’ll stop fighting, if that’s what you really want.”

his pretty eyes hold so much sincerity that it makes something inside you fill with carnal heat. damn it. he’s so close, and he just looks so fucking hot that you can’t take it anymore. before you realized what you were doing, you smash your lips on to his. wonwoo smirks into the kiss and shoves his tongue inside your mouth.

it’s addicting, the way he suckles and nips at your lower lip. you moan softly, unable to believe you had waited this long to do something with him when you could’ve had him much sooner.

you’re not really sure how you ended up on the couch, but that’s the least of your worries. all you can focus on now is how good you feel.

“that’s it, babydoll.” his voice coos softly.

you can tell he’s exerting a great amount of restraint, trying his hardest to be gentle. it makes the moronic organ in your chest jerk with inexplicable affection. wonwoo is definitely not the gentle type, but in this moment, that doesn’t seem to be true. this entire time he’s been treating you like you were made if delicate glass.

his cock is throbbing inside you, and you know he’s on the verge of breaking. it turns you on to see the resident bad boy — who’s normally so composed and stoic — so close to loosing his cool. you bury your face in his sweaty neck, barely able to stifle the moans of pleasure lodged in your throat.

wonwoo’s hands stay clasped around your waist to guide your hips so you know exactly how to fuck his cock. it makes him smile a bit when you start to move your hips on your own.

“fuck. keep fucking my cock like that, baby.”

you pull away from his neck as you start to gyrate your hips into his. a gush of wetness coats his cock when you see his head thrown black in pleasure. seeing his bliss covered face has your cunt clenching around him, desperate to milk him for every last drop of his cum.

wonwoo sucks on his bottom lip, and in the next moment, his grip on your waist tightens. he starts to thrust up into you until his thick cock is hitting your sweet spot. it makes you cry out, nails digging into his bare shoulders as the feeling of his dick dragging against your walls has you seeing stars.

you start to bite and lick at the tender flesh of his neck as he plunges into you. the lewd sound of his heavy balls smacking against you ass fills the silence. you’re unable to form a coherent sentence, the girth of his cock stretching out your tight pussy has you mewling and whining stupidly.

he fucks into you a few more times until your pussy tightens around him, gushing around him until his dick is covered in your juices.

“fuck, babydoll.” wonwoo groans as his hips stutter. “you’re creaming all over my cock.”

he doesn’t stop fucking you even as he presses gentle kisses on your lips and neck. you’re beginning to feel overstimulated, but it only fuels your arousal. in a moment spurred by his tenderness, you start to bounce on his cock. your gasps turn into loud moans, feeling blinding pleasure as his fat tip slams against the most sensitive spot inside you.

“wonwoo.” you mewl when his large hands start to wander up and down your body. “i need more!”

he hums against your neck and moves one of his hands down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. your moan comes out broken when he starts to thrust deeply into your wet cunt. wonwoo smirks when your moans turn into nonsensical babbling.

it makes him thrust deeply into you, loving the squelching sounds coming from your cunt. “ah!”

your moans are stifled when wonwoo smashes his lips against yours. it’s urgent but still full of care. embarrassing as it is, it’s what makes you cream around his aching cock. he groans at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching down on him.

it’s not long before you feel his hot, thick cum shoot inside you and paint your walls white. you’re left panting against his neck, hating how you can’t seem to separate from him. but you just love the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you too much to let go of him.

Rewind - Choi San

You and San had always been close, and when you joined him to his usual friday night parties, your view of your best friend seemed to have changed more than you’d like.

word count: 3k

warnings: bestfriend!san, unprotected sex (boooo), hickeys, choking (slightly), creampie

a/n: i’ve been sooooo busy but i’ll update cruel summer in a few days! also not proofread so excuse my mistakes

ateez masterlist

Your detectable boredom hung in the air around you, cutting through the intense smell of liquors and marijuana. Three things you wish were easier to ignore. You were standing in the corner, with a red-colored cup in your left hand as you debated on just leaving right now. Your friend was here, somewhere in the huge house, and you were waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing just so you could finally go home. 

Honestly, you were never one to enjoy parties, always declining politely and saying you had other things to do. You didn’t mind telling your best friend ‘no’ over and over again whenever he begged you to come with her. Which explains the surprised face this morning when you told him you’d join today. 

You were here because you heard Mingi would come. A person you’ve been eyeing for a long time, but never had the confidence to talk to. These sorts of parties make those kinds of things much easier. The conversation will flow, and alcohol courage will keep it going. You thought you would see him tonight, but he never showed up, which explains your wish to leave. And to be very honest you wouldn’t stay here any longer even if he did show up. 

You finally noticed San, your best friend, on the dance floor, his hands wrapped around a random girl’s waist as she was saying something in his ear. He was laughing, making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything new to you. He has taken multiple girls to your shared apartment, resulting you in sleeping with earphones every time he did because of the clear moans resonating through the thin walls. 

He was for sure making them feel good though, and sometimes, you would think about wanting to be in their place for once, before shrugging away that thought immediately. He was your best friend, and roommate, so there were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.

You watched him for another moment before deciding to leave, not wanting to go back home with him and the plus-one whose voice would be heard the rest of the night. 

San, on the contrary, was constantly thinking about you. He knew about your little crush and figured you were somewhere too lost in Mingi’s kisses to come and talk to him. He was excited to hear you were coming to the party, finally joining him in what felt like ages, but when he heard Mingi was coming, he got the message and left you alone for the night. 

However, when he noticed your dress in the corner of his eyes, he followed your form to the entrance, immediately breaking away from the girl as he followed you. He pushed the bodies in front of him out of the way, trying to keep up with you and your fast tempo. 

‘’Where are you going?’’ He yelled after you when he caught up to you outside, making you turn around, surprised to see him jogging towards you. 

‘’I thought you were leaving with that girl, so I was heading back already’’ You said, planting your hands in the pockets of the leather jacket you borrowed from San, the jacket he thinks is way too big on you. He just can’t deny how good it looks on you, his clothes, claiming you as his in some way. 

‘’I wouldn’t leave with someone else when I took you to this party, I thought you were with Mingi’’ He said, starting to walk towards the direction of your shared apartment, making speed up to walk with him. 

‘’Didn’t show up’’ 

‘’You’re too good for him anyway’’ He muttered, clear enough for you to hear as you let out a chuckle. 

‘’You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there’’ You said, changing the subject so he wouldn’t make your heart flutter like that again. 

Because he looked absolutely gorgeous right now, the light sweater accentuating his toned shoulders while his hair fell loosely on his forehead, a smirk plastered on his face at your comment. The dimly lit streetlights illuminating his face. His steps matched yours, while he subconsciously made them smaller so he would be at the same pace as you. 

‘’She wasn’t interesting’’ He simply said, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the road in front of him. The sound of your steps on the concrete could be heard on the quiet road, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of yourself that you were the one San was taking home at the end of the day. 

You just hummed, closing your jacket a bit more at the night breeze, before he threw his arm around you, his body warmth warming you up more. Your heart tightened, a reaction you didn’t see coming at the small move he has done multiple times before. 

You continued the comfortable silent walk until you were in front of your door, entering the code as you felt San’s body dangerously close to yours, his hand ghosting your side. When you got inside, you immediately made a beeline for the couch, dropping your exhausted body on it as San chuckled at you. 

‘’Let’s go to sleep’’ He grabbed your arm, lifting you from the couch easily as your body crashed against his, his hand on your waist supporting you before guiding you towards his room. You kept walking to your own room though, but the hand on your wrist stopped you. ‘’Stay with me’’ He said, making your eyes widen. 

‘’Why?’’ 

‘’You sleep in my bed most of the time, why not today?’’

Because I want to kiss you so bad, it’s killing me.

‘’Because I just want to watch my drama a bit more’’ You lied through your teeth, not daring to tell him the actual reason. Because you don’t trust yourself right now with the drinks you’ve had tonight. 

‘’Just stay with me tonight’’ He almost begged, making your insides twist at the thought of sharing a bed with him right now. 

You don’t know what switched inside you tonight, but you were constantly thinking about San, a problem you usually never have. You thought it could be the way none of the men inside the frat house interested you, thinking about how much better San would be at something, or how San wouldn’t make you uncomfortable when he touches your sides when the other guys did. 

The interior of his room reflected his personality. Black and white themed, not too much but still detailed with the paintings he hung on his wall. He was neat, neater than any boy of your age that you’ve seen the rooms of. 

Before you knew it, you were in his bed, wearing his t-shirt as he stayed a fair distance away from you, but not far enough to keep the countless thoughts about him out of your mind, and if it wasn’t for your tiredness, you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep this quickly. 

That tiredness slipped away when you woke up a few moments later. San’s hand was wrapped around your waist, splayed out on your bare stomach while his crotch pressed against your ass. His mouth was so close to your ear that you could feel his pillowy lips against the side of your neck. You had to bite back a whimper when he pulled you closer, the friction making you realize just how turned on you were by the feeling of his hands on you. 

It was bad, you knew it, so you tried to fall back asleep. You shifted, trying to get out of his tight grip as he only pulled you closer, a groan leaving his mouth which went straight to your core. It took a couple more minutes of shifting before you felt yourself growing more and more frustrated. 

‘’Sannie’’ You whispered, looking back to see his eyes flutter open.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ His raspy voice spoke, lips so close to yours, you could feel his breathing against them. 

‘’You’re too close’’ You said, voice weak and shaky. 

‘’Hmm? You don’t want me close?’’ He teased, his hand rubbing your stomach softly. 

‘’I do, but it’s dangerous’’ 

‘’And what if that’s exactly what I’m looking for’’ He said, moving his body which resulted in him  hovering over you as he moved your hair out of your face. You didn’t dare to say anything, afraid of what might come out of your mouth. ‘’Tell me,’’ His head moved to your neck, placing his lips against your collarbone, ‘’You really want me to stop?’’ he placed another kiss, making your breath hitch as you struggled to keep yourself from moaning. 

‘’Cat’s got your tongue?’’ He chuckled, a side of San you’ve never experienced showing. His own cat-like eyes look at you with that gaze you recognize. As if he’s telling you he’s got you right where he wants you to be. 

‘’I’m going to get some water’’ You said, shoving yourself out of his grip before stumbling towards the door. You didn’t know why you wanted to get away, but you were so scared of finally showing yourself to San. The confidence you always had slipping away when he was so close to kissing you. You filled your glass with cold water before gulping it all away in one go. Your hands leaned against the counter, contemplating what you were going to do now. 

The door of San’s room opened, revealing him as he walked towards you with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing his extremely well-toned torso. There was a smirk on his face as he approached you. He grabbed your glass before filling it up with water himself and taking a small sip. 

‘’You good?’’ He asked, trying not to smile at your flushed red face. You were trying to play it cool, looking at him with those eyes of yours, but he noticed your foot tapping on the ground, indicating how nervous you seemed to be. 

‘’Fine’’ You hated how weak your voice sounded. 

He laughed, placing the glass on the counter. ‘’Why are you nervous?’’ His voice was still raspy. He moved a bit closer, feeling his body heat against your skin as he leaned towards your ear, ‘’Do I make you nervous?’’ He asked. 

‘’You do’’ You said before doing something you will probably regret tomorrow, but those worries were for tomorrow only. 

You crashed your lips on his, catching him off guard as he smiled in the kiss. His hands pulled your hips closer to his, making you groan as he sucked on your lower lip before entering his tongue in your mouth. You felt every part of your body on fire, something you haven’t felt in such a long time. 

Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. His hands went to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter as he went between them, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, so lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. He was slow with you, fingers rubbing your thigh and leaving the skin burning with pleasure.

He took you in his arms, walking you to his room again as he dropped you back on the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. He sat back, pulling off his shirt as you did the same with yours, revealing a dark purple lace bralette. His favorite color. 

‘’Did you wear this one for me, hm?’’ He teased, placing his lips underneath your ear, making you sigh in pleasure as you nodded, not daring to tell him you were thinking about him when you bought it.

He kissed you again, his hand around your waist making you arch your back against his torso, feeling his way bigger body against you as it caged you between him and the soft mattress.

He had imagined this before, whenever he brought a girl over, he would think about the sounds you would make if you were in her position and the way your soft skin would feel against his.

‘’You’re so hot, can’t believe we didn’t do this earlier’’ He muttered, breaking away from the kiss as he kissed the top of your breasts while fumbling with the edge of your panties, your breath coming out staggered by his movements. ‘’Always imagined it’s you whenever I bring a girl over’’

Now that was a comment you didn’t expect, and one that made your panties ever wetter in just a few seconds. 

‘’Please just fuck me already’’ You whined, growing needy and just wanting to feel him deep inside you. He tutted at you, his hand moving away from your panties. 

‘’We’re going to do this my way, and I’m going to take my time’’ He said, ‘’Want to see all of you’’ He added, kissing down the valley of your breasts and opening your legs with his knee. 

You bit your lip, his lips coming close to where you needed them the most. You looked down at the view, his head between your thighs, a view you would probably never forget. 

San felt the same way, feeling your soft skin under his fingertips, your small breaths and whimpers music to his ears as he teased you slowly because he never wanted this moment to end. It felt like a dream. His lips went back to your stomach, kissing their way up to your lips again. 

‘’Can I take these off?’’ He whispered, pulling your panties down when you nodded, exposing yourself to him. His hands then went to your waist, lifting you up as his fingers undid the clip of your bra. 

He gawked at you, making you hide your body with your arms as his hands grabbed your wrists. ‘’Don’t hide’’ He pushed you back down against the bed, this time pulling off his own trousers and boxers, leaving him naked in front of you as he smiled at you, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

‘’Do you want to do this? 

‘’Yes’’ You whined, high on the feeling of what was about to happen. 

San entered two fingers, making you throw your head back in delight. Your hand came up next to your head as you held onto the pillow tightly, pleasure erupting in your body as he held your hips in place with his other hand. His fingers went up to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you moaned his name over and over. 

‘’Please San, I need you inside’’ You said, pulling him towards you for a kiss as he smiled at your needy state. 

‘’Yeah, need my dick?’’ He said in a cocky tone, wanting to see you beg for it. 

‘’Yeah- need it now, please’’ You said, the feeling of his fingers driving you near the edge. 

“Condom?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

“I’m on birth control” You assured.

However San didn’t tell you that you were the only one he asked, but because it was you, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. All of you.

His hand went around your throat, holding it softly while he locked his eyes with yours, his fingers leaving you as you felt his tip enter you. He pressed a bit harder on the sides of your throat, making you moan out of bliss as you felt his hips meet yours. 

‘’So good, baby, all mine’’ He whimpered at the pleasure, slowly pulling out, then pushing in with the same speed. You felt the drag of his cock inside your walls, feeling every vein and rolling your eyes back when he pulled out again. 

He kept the slow pace, fucking you deeper every time. His hands were all over your body, gentle touches keeping you close to him. You were seeing stars, lost in the pleasure and his lips on the side of your neck. 

‘’Mingi could never fuck you like this’’ He said, sucking and creating marks to show off to others that you were his now. ‘’Hm? Would he fuck you better?’’

‘’No, he can’t’’ He sped up at your answer. His hand went to your clit, rubbing circles, getting you closer and closer to your high. Your nails were digging into his neck, his hand placed on your hip, holding you in place as his hips snapped deeper inside of you. His groans went straight in your ear, his deep raspy voice like music. He grabbed your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder as the angle made you see stars.

‘’Gonna- ah’’ You mumbled, not able to form a proper sentence. ‘’Gonna cum’’ You moaned, watching the way he slid inside you easily as you threw your head back, the high taking over. Your brows were knitted together as you came, making it hard for him to last any longer. 

‘’Good girl’’ He praised, stroking your sweaty hair out of your face as he pounded deeper inside of you. ‘’Where do you want me to cum?’’ 

‘’Inside, please, fill me up San’’ You stammered. ‘’Need it, need it so bad’’

He stilled inside you at your words, before releasing his load deep inside you, groaning as his head was buried in the crook of your neck. You stayed like that with him for a while, until he pulled out, kissing your cheek softly.

‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, making you nod with a smile.

He got up, threw on sweatpants as you closed your eyes, still in bliss, before you felt a wet cloth between your legs, San cleaning you up before handing you his shirt. He dropped beside you, pulling you to his chest. 

‘’We should do this more often’’ You chuckled, making him smile against the top of your head. 

‘’Like a regular thing?’’ 

‘’I mean, if you want to?’’ You mumbled, suggesting friends with benefits with San was something you never thought you would do. 

‘’I definitely want to’’ He chuckled, lifting your head and placing a kiss on your lips before you snuggled a bit closer. 

what happens in vegas | masterlist

what happens in vegas stays in vegas… right? will it still be so when, one way or another, you end up married just because you went to las vegas?

genre: (best) friends to lovers au; ex best friends to lovers to enemies to lovers au; rich kids au; fake dating au; CEO au

a/n: AAAH, okay so, the getting drunk and marrying your friend in las vegas is possibly one of my favorite tropes and i just LOVE writing for it. blame it on those two episodes of friends and what happens in vegas. i thought i’d put together all my las vegas fics in one place so they’re easier to find. they’re NOT connected, you don’t need to read them all to understand the others, but it’d be really appreciated if you did c;

stay tuned for every member’s version!

main masterlist ; navi

maybe drunkenly getting married to your best friend during a short vacation in las vegas was the push you needed to finally tell him how you feel and get your other friends off your backs.

⤷ married in vegas ; park seonghwa ver.

being dragged to a high school reunion in las vegas didn’t seem like the best idea. it still didn't when you woke up married to your ex best friend. and also ex boyfriend.

⤷ married in vegas ; kim hongjoong ver.

you dated kang yeosang in high school, making him your parent's worst nightmare. unfortunately for them, right now, he was your best chance at becoming your father's company's CEO.

⤷ married in vegas ; kang yeosang ver.

choi san had been your first true love and who you’d hoped would be your last. but things don’t always work out. too bad your friends were his too, and jung wooyoung was hellbent on spending a long weekend birthday trip in las vegas. never mind your poor heart.

⤷ married in vegas ; choi san ver.

something there pt. 2

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part one : here !

theme: angst, kinda crack for like 2 seconds, fluffy ish

word count: 3.8K

cw: huge mentions of blood!! description of a bullet wound & cleaning/healing of it, major character is shot, injury, swearing, slow burn that hurts

lowercase intended!

a/n: part two to something there! i left it on a cliffhanger so there will be a part 3!! also i know nothing about cleaning bullet wounds and stuff so please don’t attack me for this 😭😭 feel free to leave feedback, requests and comments! enjoy!

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warmth encompassed you when you opened your eyes. everything felt muted and soft, nothing like the usual piercing cold that you would wake up to. you shifted slightly to sit up, but soon realised mingi’s face was resting behind you, slow and even breaths landing against your neck. goosebumps raised along your skin in response.

you just barely managed to shift to face the said man, staring at his close face. his lush lips parted just barely, brown eyes hidden by his eyelids, soft blush dusting along his cheeks- he was beautiful. he looked rested and soft, gentle without the knot between his brows to take away his calmness. 

you stayed like this for some time, just watching him, your hands hesitantly resting on his chest, feeling every inhale and exhale that filled him. you matched your breaths to his, the slow rhythm was easy to follow, you felt warm like this. mingi felt like warmth.

you didn’t realise you had drifted back to sleep again even after you were already in your dreams.

then, mingi woke up.

he opened his eyes to the sight of you, and his heart tightened in the best way. he stared at you the same way you had stared at him, with nothing but awe at how perfect you looked even when you were sleeping. 

he was able to see every perfect detail on your face, he was so close. you were so close. he felt lucky- possessive even- to be able to see you in such a vulnerable state. that he got to see you first thing in the morning, and no one else.

he couldn’t help it when his hand came up to brush away a piece of hair that had fallen across your forehead, the movement making you shift and hum, wiggling closer to mingi and continuing your slow breath pattern. 

mingi blushed, a tight lump forming in his chest.

he could still see your face clearly from how close you were. 

he spotted the flutter of your eyelashes and the twitch of the corner of your lips, but you were still asleep. he basked in the gentle heat you radiated, not daring to look away.

but then came a harsh knock.

“room service!” the voice was screeching, making your eyes shoot open, and mingi jump in his skin.

“god,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your eyes. you let your hands fall and look at mingi, who was also calming himself down.

your eyes met after a minute, both of you registering the lack of proximity.

a beat passed. then another. you two didn’t look away, both continuing staring at each other, taking in each speck of colour in each other's eyes, as if memorising the tiny details.

mingi dared to let his eyes flicker downwards to your lips.

one breath in, one breath out.

your heart skipped a beat, your eyes also jumping from his lips and back to his eyes.

one breath in, one breath out.

mingi took a bold lean in towards you, stopping halfway to look into your eyes again.

one breath in, one breath out.

you looked back into his eyes, your head just barely nodding.

breath in, breath out. 

mingi’s eyes fluttered shut, as did yours, there was less than a centimetre between you two, his smell was overwhelming your senses, your noses were touching, his head raising to tilt sideways to slot right against you, your lips barely brushed against each other, you felt so close but so far.

“if you don’t come get your clothes i’m taking them back!” the voice was like nails on a chalkboard. you jolted to sit upright in surprise, and mingi sprung out of the bed at an alarming rate.

he stumbled over to the door, pulling the door open without checking, silently taking the uniforms from the woman, shutting the door in her face and locking it. 

your hand came up to touch your lips slightly, mingi’s went up and rubbed his eyebrows.

a minute passed, at least.

silence echoed through the hotel room.

mingi stood by the door, you sat in the bed.

the silence was unbearable, embarrassment burning in both your chests.

he finally walked over, placing your uniform down on the armchair, then walking off into the washroom.

the lock clicked.

your shoulders fell as you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in.

‘what the hell are you doing?’ you scolded yourself in your head, a slight groan falling from your lips. you heard the shower begin to run, and you dragged yourself out of bed to pull your uniform on, tucking your sleeping clothes away into mingi’s bag.

mingi let the water run over his face. he didn’t even need to shower. he just needed to cleanse himself of the embarrassment.

‘why would you do that? would she have really kissed me? what would’ve happened after?’ a thousand thoughts ran through his head, still swarming around even when he stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and pulling on his uniform.

he paused for a moment too long in front of the bathroom door, not ready to face the tension between you and him. but he couldn’t hide forever.

the bathroom door finally swung open, but you refused to look up at him, keeping your eyes glued to your phone, and the text message that hongjoong had sent to the group chat.

6:02 AM

hongjoong: i’ll send the address of the building you two r going to tdy

hongjoong: just go in and bring me the file labelled q334t9, they should be in the boss’ computer

hongjoong: i want a clean job. leave no traces or hints that you two were there. wait on the roof and seonghwa will come pick u up

hongjoong: [attachment : 1 google maps location]

y/n: can i have a gun

hongjoong: no

mingi: we’ll see you soon

you glanced up at mingi, who was looking down at his phone, swinging the bag across his back at the same time.

as silently as you could, you slunk past him into the bathroom, locking the door and splashing your face with cold water. you gently slapped your cheeks.

“wake up y/n. don’t do things like this,” you whispered to your reflection, staring into your own eyes before sighing and hanging your head down.

mingi’s phone went off when you were in the bathroom.

he opened the message, his eyes skimming the text.

6:07 AM

hongjoong: don’t let her do stupid shit

mingi: i’ll try my best

hongjoong: seriously mingi. she doesn’t have a gun for a reason. she can’t be trusted

mingi: ok. i’ll make sure she doesn’t pull anything

hongjoong: don’t disappoint me

mingi shut his phone off, sighing. 

he was the one pulling bullshit- trying to kiss you. what was he thinking? 

but then again, you leaned into him too, didn’t you? so it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“we’re adults. even if we kissed it wouldn’t lead to anything, right? it’s not like we’d kiss more often, or leave the assassin job field and settle down and find normal jobs, and there’s no way we would have a little family and-”

mingi got knocked out of his thoughts when you left the bathroom, clearing your throat.

“don’t do that shit.” he told himself in his head, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“we should go now,” mingi’s voice followed your cough, “we have places to be.”

you nodded walking over to the door, mingi following you out with his bags. you kept your shoes on this time, which mingi noticed. he noticed how you had pulled your hair back today, instead of wearing it down. he noticed how you looked more awake today than yesterday, and how your hand instinctively went down to touch the empty thigh holster on your right leg. 

he hated himself for that. for focusing on the minute details that didn’t matter. that meant he cared- and he definitely didn’t care.

definitely.

the two of you went down to the lobby, deafening silence following you even out of the elevator, where mingi returned the room keys.

stepping out into the early morning streets of the city, you glanced around at how empty it was, sighing in slight annoyance.

“how’re we supposed to get a taxi?” you thought out loud, muttering.

mingi glanced at you.

“we aren’t getting a taxi. we’re taking a car.” his voice was curt. you furrowed your brows a bit, looking around for the said car, the only one in sight was a black bmw m4. 

you looked back at mingi, but to your surprise he wasn’t there.

“wha-?” you looked around, wondering where he could’ve disappeared to in such a short amount of time.

 a minute or two passed before he was walking out of the lobby a second time, adjusting his vest.

you tilted your head a bit in confusion.

“where did you g-?” your question was cut off when mingi held up the car keys as if explaining.

“got the keys,” he clarified, striding over to the car. 

you exhaled slowly. nothing like stealing a car at 6:00 in the morning, right? 

the two of you made your way to the car, both of you going to the drivers side.

mingi looked at you. 

you looked at mingi.

tension dissipated for a moment.

“i’ll drive,” you spoke, holding your hands out, waiting for him to place the keys in your hands.

“no. i got the keys from the receptionist, i’m driving,” he countered, closing his fist around the keys. “hongjoong doesn’t trust you with a gun, so why the hell would he let you drive.”

“just let me, mingi. you don’t want to make this into a bigger issue than it is.” you popped your hip a bit, crossing one of your arms and shaking the hand that was extended. “hurry up.”

“no.” mingi moved to open the door, but you slid in front of the handle, blocking it from him.

“y/n, move.” he glared down at you.

“no. give me the keys.” you stood your ground.

mingi sighed again, a slight groan emitting from his lips.

“fucking move, y/n. i don’t want to make this a big deal.” mingi looked around, the receptionist would’ve probably already called the cops by now.

“make me.” you challenge, not breaking eye contact. 

mingi raised his eyebrows a bit, looking down at you. a sliver of worry passed through you, he wouldn’t actually force you to move, right?

wrong.

a yelp escaped you when he hoisted you up, throwing you over his built shoulder, the wind slightly knocking out of you. his hand splayed against your waist and thigh, which you were painfully aware of.

how was he so strong?

“mingi!” you yelled, kicking your legs, “what the hell- put me down!”

“make me.” he mimicked your words. you groaned in frustration, helplessly wriggling and punching his insanely muscular back.

you were thrown into the backseat of the car- not even the passenger seat, mind you- the seatbelt was already across you, locked in.

“you jerk.” your hand came down hard against mingi’s shoulder while he pulled out of the car, and you were wincing from the contact. he was as hard as a rock.

police sirens began to sound, far too loud, just as mingi ducked into the driver's seat.

“shit,” he cursed under his breath while starting the car, “look what the fuck you’ve done.”

“me?? you’re the one who stole a car!” you yelled. you should be the one driving, not him. mingi shifted the gears, driving forward fast, making your back press against the backseat.

the police cars caught up fast, obviously, and mingi groaned silently. 

a car chase in the morning is just what he needed.

mingi swerved the car, turning down random roads, trying to catch the police off guard, but they knew the town better than either of you.

on top of the stress, you kept screaming at him from the back seat.

“turn right!”

“bank left here- go!”

“they’re getting closer!”

“speed up, mingi! you’re only going 120!”

“they’re literally right behind us!”

all your yells and orders only made mingi more mad.

“shut up and sit down!” he interrupted your yells, pressing a bit harder on the gas.

“i am sitting! you’re going too fucking slow!” mingi’s attempt flew out of the window, because you did not cease, mingi tried to tune out your voice. 

but both of you were launched even further into panic when the police cars pulled up to the drivers side of the car. the window was open- why was it open?

your eyes widened, as did mingi’s, as a gun was pointed at the open window of your car, and time slowed for a moment.

the gun fired, the bullet flying towards the window, hitting the brim of the window before flying inside the car

mingi felt the bullet, the impact was lessened from hitting the side of the window, but it hit him.

he let out a grunt of pain, his hand coming up to grasp his arm.

“son of a bitch.” he hissed, looking at the policeman, who was still pointing the gun.

mingi’s senses were lowered from the pain, and when he caught sight of the gun being reloaded, he wasn’t able to swerve the car.

you, however, didn’t waste a split second in unbuckling your belt and climbing into the front seat, easily manoeuvring yourself into mingi’s lap and swerving the car out of the way, the bullet hitting the side door.

“what the fuck-” mingi spoke at you, looking in the rearview mirror beyond your head, seeing the police car was behind you instead of beside.

“this is why i should’ve driven.” you gritted out, sliding lower down his lap to reach the gas pedal, pressing your foot down hard, the engine roaring in response. 

mingi shut his eyes in pain when you turned the car around a sharp corner, and his wound hit against the car door.

with the speed you were going at, the policemen had to take a second to catch up again, but by the time they were up, you had gotten your hands on mingi’s gun.

“keep driving at this speed!” you told mingi, who could only register your voice at this moment. he followed as you told, pressing his foot on the pedal and bringing his free hand to the steering wheel.

you stuck your head out of the window, squinting your eyes to focus on the car. you loaded the gun, aiming at the wheels of the police car.

with two shots, you shot out the front two wheels easily, and the police car slowed, you and mingi speeding away. 

just like that.

it was that easy.

you let out a breath, ducking back into the car, kicking mingi’s foot off the gas and removing his hands from the wheels and stabilising the car.

the only noise that followed was your fast breaths, and the whistle of wind through the open window.

you pulled the little button to close the window, keeping your eyes on the road.

the two of you drove like that for maybe 3 more minutes, before you had successfully left the city and began driving along the countryside. you pulled over to the side of the road, inhaling and stopping the car.

mingi’s breath was slightly battered.

you opened the car door, getting out and opening the back door to take the first aid kit out of mingi’s bag.

“sit on the hood of the car, mingi.” you told mingi, who silently complied, blood slowly seeping through the hand against his wound. he stumbled out of the car, walking around and sitting against it. you, meanwhile, brought and opened the first aid kit while mingi removed his hand from the wound.

you winced while cutting his sleeve open to access the wound better. the bullet wound wasn't deep, which you could tell. you could see the glint of the butt of the bullet through the blood, earning a grimace from you.

“okay,” you spoke in an exhale, “bite into this.” you handed mingi a pair of wrapped gloves.

“no i’m- i’m fine. just pull it out.” mingi did his best to act tough, and you sighed. you placed the gloves in his lap in case he changed his mind- you didn’t have time to argue with him.

opening the little bottle of alcohol, you took a breath.

“it’s going to hurt, but you can do it, okay?” you reassured the man, who nodded, shutting his eyes.

gentle but firmly, you held his arm down to try to prevent him from flinching, all while standing between his legs. you knew you couldn’t hold him down, but you could do your best. then- slowly- you began to pour the alcohol on the wound, dabbing softly with a clean small towel to help in cleaning the blood.

mingi shut his eyes tighter, his free hand came up to grab your arm, squeezing, but not unbearably.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, and mingi nodded, his eyes still shut, bottom lip held tight between his teeth, almost drawing blood.

you acted quick when the wound was easier for you to access, grabbing the medical tweezers and gripping the butt of the bullet. you could tell mingi wanted to move, but his self control was strong.

it wasn’t difficult to remove the bullet since it didn’t go deep, it was still at the surface. you pulled it out of him, throwing it onto the ground and soaking the previous towel with more alcohol, then pressing it against the slight flow of blood.

mingi’s eyes filled with tears from the pain.

“it’s almost over, i’m so sorry,” you continued to whisper to him, your hand instinctively going up to caress his hair and whip his stray tears while applying pressure to the wound.

you finally removed the towel when the blood flow slowed. letting your hand fall from his hair to his chest, waiting for him to open his eyes.

when he did, his brown eyes met yours, a breath falling from his lips.

“i just need to stitch you up, you’ll be good after that.” your voice was quiet, and he just nodded again. no words came from either of you after.

you were silent when you stitched his wound closed, which mingi tolerated much better. he watched your face while you did so, still in a pained haze. 

you wrapped his arm in gauze, making sure it was secure against his arm. you didn’t take so long with this, pulling away after around 10 minutes to put everything away.

“here,” you handed him his extra shirt from his bag, “change into this under your vest, okay?” mingi nodded again.

you nodded as well, beginning your walk to the back of the car to put the kit away.

“y/n,” his gravelled voice stopped you in your tracks, making you turn around.

“can you help?” he lifted the shirt with his good arm slightly, to which your cheeks burned, but you nodded.

in complete silence, you unzipped his bullet vest and gear, sliding it off his arm as gently as you could. you fished the scissors from the first aid kit again, cutting down the middle and the back of his shirt to pull it off without him having to lift his arms.

mingi was quiet, moving as you made him, letting you help him. you watched his face, where he held eye contact with you. 

with an incredible softness, you pulled the neck of his shirt over his head, and gently manoeuvred his arm through each hole. mingi didn’t feel pain. 

he was numb from seeing you. 

all he could see was you.

all he could feel was you.

when his shirt was finally on, you pulled his vest back on as well, and stepped away from him, but your hand lingered, holding his fingers.

“are you- are you okay?” you asked in a small voice, eyes filled with worry and your voice dripping with concern. mingi kept his eyes trained to your fingers holding his.

“i’m okay.” his voice was stable, and he basked in the affection he felt from you. “are you?”

“i’m okay.” you echoed his words, nodding as well, watching his face.

mingi slotted his fingers between yours, still not looking at your face.

“mingi,” you whispered, daring to step closer to him. your hand raised to his jaw line, cupping it and lightly forcing his gaze up to you.

“are you really?” you prodded further, and he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

he couldn’t form words, just nodding, the feeling of one of your hands in his and the other across his cheek took all the pain away.

another beat passed, neither of you looked away for some time, just thankful that you were both alive and okay. mingi’s thumb caressed over the back of your hand.

“i’m okay,” he whispered, even though you hadn’t asked that time.

“me too.” your voice was also hushed.

‘kiss her,’ mingi’s mind was screaming at him, and he listened.

sitting up straighter, he wrapped his left hand around the wrist of your hand on his jaw.

you let your lips part, feeling him pull you closer from your intertwined hands.

the proximity was non-existent again. both of you lingered a second longer, wondering if fate would stop you again.

but it didn’t. and mingi had hope.

“y/n, can i-” his speech was cut short from a car zooming by, the roar of the engine startling you both.

you jumped, blinking rapidly and letting your hand fall from his cheek. his hand remained around your wrist, not letting go of you in either hand.

he didn’t want to pull away.

“mingi,” you breathed out, and he blinked as well this time.

you prayed he wouldn’t stop, that he would pull you in and just kiss you.

but, of course, he didn’t.

“yeah- we should get going, we have a mission to carry out.” mingi stood up off the hood of the car, letting go of you.

you stepped back, nodding slightly, but then realising what he said.

“i don’t think you’re fit to carry that out, mingi, we should just tell hongjoong-”

“no.” mingi’s quick answer caught you off guard. “we don’t have to tell hongjoong. come on, you can drive.”

mingi got into the passenger's seat first, fastening his belt. you took a moment to breathe, before ducking into the driver's seat and starting the car.

you assumed the tension would go away again, just like earlier today.

“here we go then.” you exhaled, pressing on the gas and taking off while mingi put the address in the gps system.

despite your worry for mingi, you knew it was supposed to be a mission without combat, and you prayed it would be done without a fight.

but then again, it always ended in a fight.

always.

~~

something there pt. 3

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part one : here !

part two : here !

theme: angst, crack for a minute if you squint, angsty fluff?

word count: 3.6K

cw: huge mentions of blood!! major character is shot, injury, swearing, violence

lowercase intended!

a/n: part three to something there! another cliff hanger so part 4 is already in the works! sorry for the long wait i’ll try not to be as long with part 4 hehe! enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated 💙

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as the two of you drove down the highlighted route, the radio hummed in the background, filling in the empty silence as hills and empty valleys rolled along beside you. mingi’s hand was resting close to his wound, his eyes averted outside of the window, irises jumping along with the scenery.

you, on the other hand, kept taking glances over to mingi, eyeing his state to make sure he wasn’t in too much pain, or about to pass out on you.

on what seemed like the 50th time you looked at him, mingi finally spoke.

“what,” he said, turning his head to catch your eyes, which made you blink, looking away fast.

“i’m- i was- what?” you sputtered helplessly, heat working up the back of your neck and cheeks. mingi found this hilarious, but you would never know that- judging his emotionless expression.

you were chewing the inside of your cheek out of embarrassment of being caught stealing glances.

“you keep looking at me,” he explained the obvious, “why?”

“just- just checking.” your profile answered him, earning a sigh.

“i’m fine, it's just a bullet.” he tore his eyes away from your face finally, looking back out of the window, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

the man's gaze was too intense for his own good.

“the fact that it’s a bullet makes it worse, mingi. i’m just-” you shook your head, “this mission will be easier if i have a capable partner.”

“so you need me?” mingi’s voice was coy, mirroring the slight smirk on his lips. the sheer audacity of the statement made you flustered.

“no, that- that is not what i said.” you denied, looking over at him quickly, then away again.

“you need me.” mingi confirmed for you, nodding and looking out the front window, his smirk growing. frustration bloomed inside of you.

you sighed in an attempt to release some of the feeling, but it didn’t help that mingi let out a short chuckle as a result of your anger.

“no, mingi. i would rather have someone i can work with over dead weight.” your voice was firm, but mingi saw right through it, easily, and before he could help it, his chuckle turned to a more heavy laugh.

now, you fully turned to look at him. not in anger, but in awe.

the orange-haired man laughed openly and freely, head throwing back a bit. his mouth pulled into a wide smile, you could see the slight crook to his front teeth. his eyes were upside down crescents, and you could’ve sworn your heart jumped at the sound of his laughter.

mingi finally caught sight of you, staring at him in what could only be explained as complete shock. his cough quickly rolled into a short cough, his smile disappearing. he cleared his throat a little more, avoiding looking at you.

“you were laughing.” the statement was very obvious, but you couldn’t shake the shock you felt.

“no i wasn’t.”

this earned a short laugh from you, did he really think he could just say he didn’t? your laughter grew, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as you laughed hard, and now it was mingi’s turn to be shocked.

“what?” he demanded, sounding far too angry over this. “i wasn’t laughing, i was coughing.”

this only made your laughter grow, you almost lost control of the steering wheel, the car swerving.

“stop laughing! drive!” mingi reached over and grabbed the wheel, steering as well as he could. you fully let go of the wheel, holding your stomach, one hand still covering your mouth.

mingi made eye contact with you as you laughed, and he fought the smile that tried to grace his lips.

“what’s so funny?” he voiced, your laughs finally subsiding slightly.

“hoo..” you breathed out, giggling slightly still and wiping your tears. mingi stared at your uncovered smile, and he hated how his breath caught in his throat.

“you- you’re so weird.” you giggled and shook your head, holding the wheel again.

“why do you do that?” he let go of the wheel, sitting back.

“what? laugh? because you were being dumb, mingi.” you snickered again.

“no,” he spoke, “why do you cover your mouth?”

this made you eye him. you opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“i don't know,” you shrugged finally, “instinct, i guess?”

mingi was quiet for a second.

“it’s pretty.” you barely heard his voice, but it was there.

“what?” you looked at him.

he looked at you.

“don’t cover your smile when you laugh. it’s pretty.” he said clearly, holding eye contact.

you blinked, staring at him.

“oh, i- okay.” you nodded, looking away.

‘what kind of answer was that!?” you yelled at yourself in your head.

mingi had looked out of the window again, acting as if he had never said such a personal thing.

you didn’t notice or see, but mingi wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, proud of himself for not pussying out.

~~

the rest of the car ride carried on in silence. mingi had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t too late and you found the music helped keep you up.

the two of you reached closer to the warehouse finally. not close enough to be seen by them, but close enough that you could see it. you were, essentially, in the middle of nowhere. the terrain was full of flat grassy landscapes,stretching as far as the eye could see. it wouldn’t be hard to spot you two if you got too close.

you used your better judgement to slow the car before you got too close to the location and got caught.

an incoming call from hongjoong shocked mingi awake, his eyes snapping open, and back straightening out.

you muffled a laugh, answering the call.

“hello?” you answered the phone, noticing how mingi rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

“hey, you guys there yet?” hongjoong’s voice came a bit scratchy from the other side. you assumed the service here wouldn’t be the best, seeing as there was no civilization near or around you.

“yeah, we’re close but not too close,” you confirmed.

“good, you remember my orders, right? in and out, no mess, no chaos, no trace of ever being there. got it?” the leader's voice continued to crack in and out every second, you and mingi were straining your ears to capture the orders.

“yeah, we got it.” mingi said, “the chopper is coming to get us?”

“yeah, just get to the roof with the file labelled-”

“q334t9. yeah, we got it.” you interrupted hongjoong, shifting the gears and driving off again.

mingi rolled his eyes.

“is y/n driving?” hongjoong asked. mingi froze.

“..no” he tried, earning a chuckle from you.

“i am driving, because mingi got himself s-”

“i needed to sleep.” now it was your turn to get interrupted by mingi.

“what?” came hongjoong’s voice.

“no, he got sh-” you tried again.

“stop.” mingi cut in, again.

“can you let me speak?” you turned to face him.

“this is immature.” hongjoong’s voice tried to work its way in, not understanding anything.

“no. that isn’t relevant, y/n.” mingi ignored his leader's voice.

“yes it is, what do you mean not relevant?” you retorted.

“i told you not to fucking talk about that.” mingi gritted out through his teeth.

“you might need modification accordingly! it’s a big deal!” your voice rose.

“i don't need modification-”

“yes you do-!”

“shut up, oh my god.”

“no, you need help-”

“why do you always fucking think that?”

“because you do-”

“no i don’t-”

your voices overlapped, and hongjoong rubbed his temples, trying to make sense about what was going on, with your loud voice and mingi’s irritatingly low voice.

“you are hurt!” hongjoong managed to make your voice out.

“i’m fine.”

you got sh- mffph!” mingi’s hand was over your mouth, cutting off your voice in a second. he leant over the car controls, staring close and deep into your eyes.

his hand was tight against your mouth and nose, cutting off your air, you furrowed your brows glaring at him and trying to fight his arm off, but to no use. he was too strong.

“i am fine, we are fine.” mingi breathed out, his hand still on your mouth, unfazed by your struggle. “we’ll see you soon.”

hongjoong was silent for a moment before speaking.

“get it done.” he gave his final order, then hung up.

mingi’s hand finally fell from your mouth, and you gasped for air, inhaling deeply.

“don’t you ever-” you began, rage rising in your stomach, voice already rising.

but interruption seemed like a very common topic at the moment.

“don’t.” mingi’s order was quick and sharp.

you opened your mouth to retort, but the look of his set jaw and glaring eyes had you sitting quiet.

you silently drove closer to the building, following a route that would take you to the back, where you wouldn't be seen.

“stop the car. we have to walk from here.” mingi ordered, and once again, you complied.

after you parked the stolen car, both of you stepped out, mingi getting his bag from the back and adjusting it across his shoulder.

the man led the way, still following the route to the back, and you trailed behind him.

the walk would take around 20 minutes, and you could tell it’d be dark by the time you two would reach the building.

that was a convenience, you thought, and felt more at ease.

the entire walk was filled with the padding of your feet against the grass, no voices or sounds from either of you.

when you finally reached the fence surrounding the warehouse, your neck craned to look all the way up, whereas mingi looked around the bottom for a way in.

“we can climb the fence..” despite your suggestion, your voice was uncertain, the height of the fence was nothing but daunting.

“there’s a door, y/n.” mingi informed you, tugging on the lock that held the said door shut.

“but it’s locked, mingi.” you imitated the way he had said your voice so pointedly. mingi rolled his eyes.

“let me see the bag,” you ordered, “i’ll pick the lock.” mingi turned around, letting you dig around in the bag.

he was confused, though, because the only way he understood was that you would have to shoot the lock off.

“there’s nothing in there that’ll help you.” he thought- almost knew your attempts were futile.

but, nevertheless, you emerged with a tiny bobby pin, smiling in triumph.

mingi sighed internally.

‘of course.’ he thought.

still smirking, you leant down and picked at the lock, your tongue sticking out in concentration, which mingi picked up on.

he smiled, just a little.

“c’mon… almost..” you whispered, feeling around for any click.

and there it was.

click.

“yes!” you cheered, a bit too loud.

“shh.” mingi ordered, pulling the lock off the door and carefully opening the fence door.

the man let you in, shaking his head barely at how proud you looked for picking the lock.

you didn’t care what he thought, a win was a win.

the area was an average warehouse yard, littered with storage containers and large trash bins, there wasn’t anything to check for, so the two of you made a beeline to the nearest door.

weirdly, the door was unlocked, mingi twisting the handle and opening it for you, letting you go in first, and following behind you with his gun cocked and ready.

the inside was much more modern than outside. the hallways were long and grey, lights lit up along the sides of the ceilings, and no one in sight.

“the office is on the 19th floor.” mingi whispered to you, to which you nodded.

the walk continued, and for once the silence was good, you both kept an ear out for any sudden noises.

“mingi, an elevator,” you whispered, jogging forward and reaching it. mingi nodded, pressing the only button that was there.

the elevator opened almost immediately, both of you stepping in, and you pressing the 9th floor.

“i think i should take a gun,” you quietly suggested, “who knows what we’ll run into there.”

mingi shook his head.

“mingi, i’m going to need to protect myself.” you demanded. having a gun wasn’t about just having it, you were genuinely afraid. you knew anyone here would have one, and you needed to stay safe.

“no,” but mingi continued to deny that you needed it. “i’m here to fight, you’re here to get the file.”

“mingi,” your voice went soft suddenly, but mingi didn’t cave. “i don’t feel safe, i need a gun.”

“no.” the ding of the elevator followed his statement, and he walked out, down the hall.

you cursed under your breath, jogging after him.

you both walked down the hall, knowing the office at the end of the hallway is where the file would be.

mingi slowed in front of the door, there was another lock, but more secure than the one on the fence.

“the only way in is to shoot it,” you piped in, watching as the gears turned in mingi’s head.

“they’ll hear us.” he looked down at you.

“i’ll be fast.” you assured him.

mingi took a deep breath, aiming his gun, but not looking away from you yet.

you nodded, holding eye contact.

with a bang, the lock was blown off, and alarms sounded loudly through the warehouse.

you wasted no time, running in, already hearing footsteps running to the office.

looking everywhere, you broke open drawers and checked in cupboards around the office, but it was nowhere.

‘q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you kept repeating the name of the file in your head.

“hurry!” mingi grunted from outside, men began running down the hall at mingi, and the fighting began.

you frantically looked outside.

“shit.”

mingi was managing to hold off the men, and you took out your phone and informed hongjoong to bring the chopper.

then it hit you.

the desktop.

the file was electronic.

tears of worry welled up in your eyes.

mingi’s grunts and the gunshots distracted you, your head whipping from the desktop to the door, panic surging through your veins.

“hurry!” mingi shouted. this would be impossible without more time, you would need time to hack into the system, which would take god knows how long.

you cursed under your breath, abandoning the desktop and running to the door.

“duck!” you yelled, and mingi complied. your leg came in contact with the guard he was battling, making him fall back.

“you can’t fight- go find the file!” mingi ordered, jumping back into action.

neither of you stilled, taking down as many guards away as you could.

“it’s digital!” you grunted the last word, taking a hit and stumbling back.

mingi caught you, and without a beat, literally threw you into the oncoming guards, knocking them down.

“ow.” you grumbled, getting back up. you fought off from where you were, but there were too many guards, it’d be hard to get them all down.

“mingi!” you yelled over your shoulder, “we have to lock ourselves into the room! there’s no other way!” you didn’t need to hear a confirmation from mingi, you knew he heard you when his gun fired.

you ducked quickly.

if mingi used his gun, the guards would definitely begin to shoot as well.

and they did.

a loud array of bullets firing off made you jump, hurriedly ducking down.

mingi could protect himself, he had a gun.

you did not.

trying your best to shield yourself, you ran to the office door, but, obviously, there was no avoiding the downfall of bullets.

the metal pierced your lower abdomen, exactly where your vest didn’t cover.

you let out a gasp, hand coming down immediately to clutch the wound.

looking down, blood was already seeping heavily through your hand.

mingi didn’t notice.

you took a heavy breath, grabbing a gun from mingi’s holster- again, and fired openly, hitting down the remaining group of guards easily.

both your breaths filled the silence.

you looked at mingi.

“you really like to take your time with things, don’t you?” you rolled your eyes, stumbling into the room, yanking mingi in with you.

“push the shelves in front of the door.” you ordered. your ears were ringing, hand soaked with blood, but mingi still didn’t see. instead, he did as he was told. putting down his bag, he let you take out whatever you needed, while he barricaded the door.

your blood coated the tech as you pulled it out, plugging it into the laptop.

it took less than two seconds for the desktop to unlock, and you began your search.

your mind was slowing down, hands dragging slightly, but you kept your eyes open.

“q334t9. q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you didn’t stop repeating the word.

more footsteps approached the door.

“shit.” mingi swore, looking at you, “are you almost done?”

“almost.” your voice was choked.

then mingi noticed the trail of blood on the floor, leading to you, and his eyes landed on your hand pressing against your abdomen.

“y/n, you’re bleeding.” he ran to your side, ignoring the banging against the door.

“great job, mingi. want a sticker?” your snide remark didn’t wave his state, worry filling him to the brim.

“leave it- we have to go. you’re going to die.” mingi tried to pull you off.

you two could hear the chopper flying over the roof, as well as the shelf shifting against the door.

“let me do this.” you were stern, eyes lighting up when you finally found the file.

“got it.” you plugged in your usb, downloading the data didn’t take very long, and you had the file in your usb ready.

mingi didn’t waste time in shooting the desktop, looking at you for a second, before you were crumbling to the floor.

“fuck.” mingi caught you by your arms, noticing how your eyes were barely open.

“oh.. oh no..” you groaned, mingi inhaled in panic. “mingi it- it really hurts.” your words were dragged and mumbled.

“i know- i know, okay? let’s go. just look- keep looking at me.” mingi ordered, grabbing his bag, and taking out a small explosive. he hauled you up, carrying your dead weight bridal style.

the shelf had shifted significantly, the arms of the men were beginning to push through.

mingi jogged over to the window, looking 19 stories down and taking a deep breath.

“mingi..” you slurred touching his cheek, mingi looked down at you.

“hey, hey ’m here.” he assured you, holding the hand on his cheek. “‘m here.” he muttered one more time, walking backwards.

the shelf broke down, men running in. mingi pulled the safety off the bomb with his teeth, throwing it behind him and running at the window.

your drowsy eyes widened, your grip on mingi tightening, as did his on you.

mingi’s arms shielded you as he broke through the glass, and as soon as you two were out of the window, the bomb went off, the shock pushing you two further from the building, and definitely eliminating everyone inside.

as best as he could, mingi shot a line gun, aiming perfectly onto the helicopter. hooking onto the bottom leg, he reeled you two in with the press of a button.

it didn’t take long, the two of you were in the chopper fast.

“go- go! she got shot, you have to go!” mingi yelled at the pilot, who complied quickly, flying as fast as the chopper could go.

“y/n, y/n? you there?” his hands cupped your face, and you weakly held onto his right wrist.

“‘m here- i-” you coughed, interrupting your own speech.

“good- good, you’re good. okay? you’ll be okay.” mingi didn't let go of you, looking back at the pilot.

“i don't feel right, mingi, i w- ‘m gonna take a nap.” you whispered, your grip loosening, eyes shutting more and more.

“no just- just stay awake, y/n.” tears welled up in his eyes, grabbing your hand.

“y/n!” mingi’s voice faded in your ears, your eyes shut and your head fell back against the floor, body going limp.

time stood still.

mingi’s tears fell, he didn’t let go of you. he held on.

4 remaining minutes of the trip.

3 minutes it took to land and get you into the compound on a stretcher.

2 minutes of running down the hall to the hospital wing.

1 minute of being yanked off of you by hongjoong.

and you were gone behind the swinging doors.

and then waiting.

the hour was a blur.

there were bits of nurses fixing his cuts and cleansing his wound.

and yunho helping him change into clean clothes.

hongjoong talking to him- but he heard only white noise.

why was he so upset? he barely knew you.

he knew nothing of your past, where you came from, who you were, who you loved.

he knew nothing of your future. who you could’ve been to him. what you two could have become.

he knew nothing.

and he wanted to know- so bad.

he wanted to see that.

a future.

with you.

the ringing in his ear stopped when the central doctor came out.

“y/n’s alive.”

it was muffled at first.

“what?” mingi stood up, speaking for the first time.

“y/n will be okay.” the doctor assured him.

and finally, the ringing stopped, and mingi saw it.

the hope for a future.

with you.

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