Don't Pretend (Vincenzo)

Don't Pretend (Vincenzo)

Y/N is a very successful civil rights investigator and a friend of Cha-young. Cha-young called her when she needed help building their case against Babel. Chairman Han seo thinks she's a threat, but Jun woo thinks otherwise.

Pairings: Joon woo x reader (romantic), Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic)

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I didn't even set foot in my apartment yet and Cha young called me for help. I love her and all but it seems like she's always in trouble with someone. She wants me to meet her at a theater because she wants me to meet someone.

She said it was urgent, so I didn't even stop by for food, so this person better be the President of South Korea or something.

I step out of my vehicle and walk through the entrance to see a swarm of reporters surrounding a group of people. One of those people was Cha young and I spin around on my heel, not in the mood for talking to reporters.

"Y/N!" Cha young calls. "Damn it," I say to myself before turning back around. "You didn't mention there would be reporters," "Surprise," she says.

I shake my head and she shrugs. I look to a random spot outside and say, "Oh my God, is that Jay Park and his new girlfriend? Look over there by the garden!" You point to a random couple that was walking past the garden.

"Jay Park! Where?" The swarm of reporters then went outside towards the garden. I roll my eyes and said, "They're like ants searching for food." I make my way towards the group and Cha young links her arm with mine.

"I missed you," she says and I grumble lowly. "Y/N, this is Vincenzo Cassano. Mr. Cassano, this is my colleague and close freind, Y/N," Cha young introduces.

"Seems like you're far from home, Cassano." I say in Italian, much to his surprise. He raises a brow at me and says, "I could say the same for you. The last I saw you, you were handling business in Siena."

"And you were handling business in Milano. Nice touch with the garden. It was beautiful," I compliment and he smiles. "Thank you, I try."

Cha young looks between me and Cassano and says, "You two know each other?" "Vaguely," I comment. "And who are they?" I add, motioning to the older woman, older man and two young men. "The enemy," Cha young says nonchalantly.

"For enemies, you seem awfully close," "Believe me, we're not," an older woman snaps. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just making an observation." I snark. "Excuse me?" she steps closer to me and Cha young does the same.

"Careful, she hates being touched." Cassano states. "I'm heading back to my loft," I say before giving Cassano and Cha young a nod.

"Who are you?" The older woman asks but there was something about her that urked me. I give her a once over before walking back through the entrance.

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"She's Y/N Y/L/N, a civil rights investigator and the top in her firm. Not only that, but she has correlations with mafias across three different continents. She has the resources to take us down," Han seo says and a small smile creeps on Joon woo's lips. "Why are you smiling?" Han seo asks.

"She's very accomplished," Jun woo answers. "And it's her accomplishments that scare me, brother." "Don't be. I'll handle her," "Handle her how? Like kill her?" "I don't want to, she seems interesting. But I will if she continues to be a threat to us."

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I have to get back into the my workouts. I feel like I've put on a little weight while I was in Italy. It's not like I had any choice. Telling Nonna no is like kicking a puppy, no one can do it. Nonna offers you food, you always say yes. That's an unwritten rule that everyone follows.

My sneakers wrap around perfectly around my feet and I could barely feel the ground when I ran through the city park. I always make sure that it was light enough for things to be visible but early enough that there was only a handful of people in the park itself.

I was on my third and final loop when I saw the black van move across the street and park next to the sidewalk I was running on. I stopped to catch my breath for a moment before running in the other direction. I hear a door open and several footsteps run behind me.

I grab the nearest thick branch I could find and wait until they were close enough. I swing the branch as hard as I could, hitting three men in the face. They fell to the ground and I focus on the two guys rushing towards me at once. I duck around one and punched the other in the throat, leaving me with just the one man.

I bring up my guard and shuffle my feet but the man runs in back into the van and drives away. "You okay?" A voice asks from behind me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around and kick his leg out from under him. He falls to the ground and I apply pressure to his chest.

"Relax. I'm not the bag guy here." He strains. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're the-" "A friend of Cha young." He places his hand on my outter thigh and I say, "I wouldn't know if friend is a term I would use. She called you the enemy."

"She was referring to the rest of them," "What ever helps you sleep at night." I finally stand up from his chest and he takes a deep breath.

He stands up from the ground and that's when I notice that he was shirtless. My eyes softly scan the smooth, tanned skin of his pecks. My eyes snap up to meet his and he cocks his head teasingly.

"Speechless?" "I'll never give you that satisfaction," I snark as he steps closer to me so I have to look straight up just to meet his eyes.

The next thing I knew, I am washing off his touch and scent in the shower. Well trying to anyway. Halfway through my shower, he decided to join me and trail his hands down my hips.

I moan softly when he presses my body the cold tiled wall and kisses my neck. He hooks one of my legs around his waist and slowly trails his hand along my inner thigh.

My phone blades, scaring us both. I pull away from him and he says, "Just ignore it." "She's been calling me all day, she already knows that something is up." I walk out of the shower and dry my feet before wrapping a towel around my body.

I answer the phone and Cha young yells, "About time! Where have you been!" "I, uh, I went shopping. There was no food in my refridgerator or cabinets." I answer calmly.

"Don't you have a maid for that?" "I'm not lazy enough to have a maid, Cha young." "Well, you had me worried. I thought someone took you hostage or something." She finally says without yelling.

"You really think they are capable of that?" "They are capable of many things. Be careful, Y/L/N." Vincenzo says in Italian.

"Bene, ciao," I say before hanging up. I turn around to see Joon woo inches away from my face. "Did you enjoy the past few hours?" I ask. He steps closer to me and motions to the scratches on his chest from my nails.

"What do you think?" He says softly. There's just something about him speaking softly that makes my knees buckle. The worst part is, I think he knows that.

"Good, because that's the last time that'll happen." "Do you know how many times I've heard that? And how many crawled back to me?" He says cockily. "Yes, but I'm sure you'll be the one crawling." I say, tapping his chest before walking out of the bathroom.

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My worst nightmare came true today. One of my closest friends was murdered last night by a rival mob leader. The boss says not to engage them and that he will handle it, and my anger dwindled down to sadness. I took a day to myself and cried my eyes out in my bed.

Goosebumps littered my body as cold chills rolled through. I wince as the cold, damp fabric of the t-shirt grazes over my warm back and I took it as a sign to hop in the shower. Squatting down on the shower floor, I duck my head under the scalding hot water. The water rakes through my hair and trails down my body when I hear the doorbell ring.

I dry myself and slide on some shorts and a sweatshirt Joon woo gifted me in attempt to see me again. It took Joon woo two weeks before realizing that I wasn't going back to him. After wards, he sent me flowers, teddy bears, sweatshirts and a 10k watch that looked like it costed a fortune.

I gave the teddy bears and flowers to random people in the street and the watch to Cha young and the look on Jun woo's face when he realized it was the gift he gave was aboslutely priceless. But I gladly kept the sweatshirts because they were too cute to give up. I walk down the stairs and wipe away my tears before opening the door.

Joon woo stands in the door way and he looked happy about something. But his smile soon falls when he sees that I've been crying. "You've been crying. What happened?" He tried reaching for my face but I slap his hand away. "Stop. Don't pretend like you care about me." I snap but he lunges forward to grab my face.

I take a few steps back and his hold on my face softens. "Of course, I care about you." He says, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I sniffle and wipe away more of my tears. I always hated crying in front of people, it made me feel weak.

He grabbed the remote and sat on the bed. He pulled himself to the head of the bed and takes me with him. He pulls me between his legs and leans my back into his chest.

He searches through the channels and stopped at a cartoon before wrapping one arm along the clavicle of my neck. He wraps the other across my waist and says, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"Why are you here, Joon woo?" I croak, wiping away my tears. "We won our settlement case and I wanted to celebrate with you." "We're literally enemies," "Isn't that how it always is? Enemies and polar opposites attracted to each other?" He asks and I look up to meet his gaze from behind.

He examines my face as he waits for a response. "I guess that is how it goes, isn't it " I lean on his shoulder and he presses the side of his face against my temple. "I lost my best friend today," I add with a sigh.

You always kill me with your angsty and lovely writing, Poyo, can I request one of an (adult) S.O. and how they would be devastated if their staff crush rejects their confession (Crewel, Sam, Trein, Vargas). I wanna cry....

Did someone say angst~?

Puts on sunglasses.

But of course, my dear star~! After speaking with the prompter, because I am fully aware as to who this is, they have said that it is fine to choose between the four! And so, from their choice and decision, I have chosen these two! Enjoy, my dear stars~!

DIVUS CREWEL // CHARACTER INTERACTION

“...Is that so, pup?“

Divus Crewel slowly lowers his pointer onto the table, and a deep sigh escapes him. As he walks over to you in long strides, he slowly raises a single hand, resting his palm against your cheek.

“...I will have to decline your confession, pup. I see you more as a friend, then I do as someone who will love you.”

Tears slowly start to fall from your eyes, and as he gently brushes away the tears that falls on your cheek, a soft smile escapes him.

“But this does not mean I won’t be able to help you find someone else. You will find love once again, pup. I will make sure of that.“

MOZUS TREIN // CHARACTER INTERACTION

“...I see.“

A small meow escapes Lucius as Mozus Trein takes in your words, and he slowly bows his head in apology. Lucius escapes Trein’s grasp, slowly sauntering over to you, his tail slowly brushing against your legs.

“...I am flattered by your confession, but I must decline.” Trein answers gently as he raises his head, “My age...I do not wish for you to be judged so harshly for choosing me, when you should be off with someone your age. And even so...my apologies. I do not have any romantic feelings for you. What I have for you is merely platonic.“

Trein slowly closes his eyes, not being able to bear the tears that fall from your eyes.

“...Forgive me. I shall escort you back. However...I thank you for your heartfelt feelings towards me.”

𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 {𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫}

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Pairing: Undertaker x Assistant! Reader

Summary: The stupid old mortician won't even spare his beloved and starving assistant from his so called 'payment', however, he has another sort of payment in mind for you.

A/N: I love him. That's it.

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What a sweet aroma it was, enticing your already hungry body. It had been a long and tough day, being a mortician's assistant was not an easy job after all. Funerals after funerals lined up in your schedule, drowning you in extreme fatigue.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, ignoring the rumbling of your poor stomach, you find your boss, the silver-haired laughing maniac you had recently grown fond of, baking his infamous dog-like biscuits.

As funny as they looked, they certainly did taste delicious.

Without bothering to greet the old man, you walked in, heading straight for the freshly prepared batch of his bone-shaped biscuits. You were almost there, millimeters apart from holding the snack in your hands, but the Undertaker slapped your hand away.

"What was that for?" fuming with anger, you glared at him. He only laughed. Can you not even have a snack in peace?

"Hehe~ perhaps you have forgotten, my dear," he spoke, walking closer to you. "That nothing is free around here."

You pouted at him, trying to come up with a joke for his 'payment'. Unfortunately, your stomach twisting into knots with hunger did not help one bit.

"Seriously, Undertaker? Will you take payment from your own assistant?" you sighed, mustering up the most disappointing look you could give him.

The old mortician giggled hysterically. "Alright, I might give you a little discount." he said, grinning at the hope that glimmered in your eyes.

"I'm willing to accept other forms of payment for once."

Your face dropped in an instant, and Undertaker sadistically chuckled.

"Like what?"

He walked closer to you- ridiculously close, till you were forced to take a few steps back only to be stopped by a wall. Undertaker's hands reached to rest on the wall on either sides of your face, trapping you and making you gulp nervously.

"U-Undertaker, w-what are you doing?"

"Awaiting my payment, darling."

"What do you mean?"

He leaned in, face inches apart from yours. "I allowed you a different form of payment," you could feel his warm breath upon your face. "Give me a little kiss, and I'll let you have as many biscuits you desire."

A hot blush rose up your cheeks, was he even aware of your secret affections towards him? You had dreamt of this moment multiple times before, but never really expected that it would become reality.

Hesitantly, you grab a hold of the mortician's black robes, pulling him closer to you, lightly letting your lips brush upon his. Not continuing any further, you pull back, face hot and fuming enough to make the Undertaker burst out with laughter.

"Very well my dear, I'm satisfied with your payment." he laughed, letting you out of his trap and walking over to where his biscuits were kept.

"Here you go." he held out the tray in front of you. They were still warm, and the smell made your starved self salivate.

"T-Thanks." you mumble before reaching out to grab one.

Once again, the wretched mortician decides to deprive you of your joy, running off with the tray of the cookies before you could even touch one, laughing like the madman he is.

"Undertaker! Get back here you cheat!"

well shit....

i have reached my destination

“Who are we eating tonight?”, said the child seated across you in the train. His mother looks at you with an uncomfortable smile and answers “it’s not «who», it’s «what»”. But is it your imagination or do they have really pointy teeth?

gosh,lu i love you so much!

my soft adorable cinnamon roll

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