Concept: Dad Mafia/gangster Yeonjun

concept: dad mafia/gangster yeonjun

Hi Lia :3 I'm not too familiar with mafia shenanigans, but I hope it's okay~ I also slipped in my Yeonjun girl dad agenda because I had to

Mafia boss Yeonjun often wonders if he would have even set one foot in the mafia world if he hadn't done so before his two little girls came along.

So many nights, he comes home late, long after his angels have gone to bed, and his mind tinges with regret. Quietly, he takes off his shoes before heading upstairs, sneaking into their shared bedroom where they've been tucked in my their trusted nanny and are sleeping soundly. He kneels silently between the two beds, heart flourishing with the reassurance that they're both safe and well, dreaming blissful and innocent dreams. He places a kiss on each of their heads before crossing the room and sagging into the armchair that's been in the corner of the bedroom since it was a nursery. He'll sit there for a while before he heads off to bed himself—he just misses his girls.

Yeonjun doesn't want to miss out on so much. He already puts being a dad above his other engagements as much as he possibly can; silencing important calls during a day out at the playground, sending trusted advisors to meetings when one of his kids is sick. But he also needs to keep up his reputation and favourable persona, not only to keep his associates on his side, but to keep his family safe from his enemies. He would never let it become accessible knowledge that he was a father, lest it be used as a play against him. He would do anything to keep his children from harm.

Mafia boss Yeonjun often wonders if he would have even set foot in the mafia world if he hadn't done so before his two little girls came along—but he knows that if it were safe, if it were plausible, he would give it all up in a heartbeat.

hot store worker vs comedic (but hot) side character

Soobin who has worked up the ladder at his job, easily getting promoted. He's very comfortable in his job, and he's easily everybody's favourite co-worker. He's polite, charming, and helpful to the customers, with many an elderly lady requesting him by name when they need help. Many visitors to the store have also requested his help getting something down from the top shelf for them, which he does with a smile. His uniform is always neat and tidy, and he's always getting compliments on how well it suits him. Many of his fellow employees harbour a secret crush on Soobin.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, has worked in the store for a couple weeks, Soobin taking the newbie under his wing. Unfortunately, store worker Yeonjun spends most of his time bopping to the tune playing on the radio as opposed to stocking the shelf as he's meant to be doing. Whenever a customer asks him where they could find something, he thinks for a few moments, before leading them on a wild goose chase around the store looking for it, usually ending in Soobin noticing the frustration of the customer as he's passing by and stepping in, apologising and going and getting the item for them.

I love this, I would devour this if it was a fic omg

thinking ab prince gyu...

oh.. hes so.. so..

so prince beomgyu and bodyguard reader

you who’s lived along side prince gyu since childhood, vowing to always protect him, falls in love. No, not with beomgyu, with his older brother Yeonjun, the heir to the throne. For years you’ve been under his charm, as a young girl you envied who would be crowned his queen, you were a mere guard, however, no Prince in their right mind would make a guard a queen.

Except for Beomgyu, oh how badly he hated you being a mere guard. And how badly he hated his brother for charming you before him. Not to worry, his bribe to the forbidden wizard out of the Royal Palace will easily give him not only the girl of his dreams but the throne too.

I've been working on something witchy, and I'm getting distracted by thoughts of witch reader and witch hunter Taehyun, who became a witch hunter because of his father, following the family line. He fell for you before he knew you were a witch, and when he finds out he's not sure he cares, he knows you're not evil like he was taught all witches are, and he definitely can't turn you in. But there's another witch hunter in town who has grown suspicious of you, and Taehyun swears he'll protect you, even if he has to fight off angry mobs who come to drag you into town for a trial you both know will end in fire. Even if he has to stand guard at your doorstep and not sleep a wink for months on end, for as long as it takes until they all move on to the next target.

Two more sleeps until Christmas! But more importantly, two more sleeps until we find out if Taehyun (and the rest of txt) survived the apocalypse.

I'm not sure who this is about, since the poll hasn't finished. I was envisioning Yeonjun as I wrote it, but you can read it as whoever you like :) side note, thanks to aura whose work I was reading when inspiration struck!

trigger warning: angst?

"Don't marry him."

The world seems to shake as the words fall from his lips. It feels as though your heart comes to a screeching stop and drops into your stomach with a thud.

"What?"

"Please," he's saying before you've even finished forming the word.

His eyes are so sorrowful, and you're not sure if it's guilt or sincerity. Your head begins to throb as you catch up to reality. A few steps and he's in reach of you, reaching to cup your face between his hands as he looks down at you. His eyes dart between your own, trying to trace the look in them back to one single emotion. But even you don't know what you feel as you wordlessly shake your head as though the action could clear it.

"I..." you splutter, and his eyebrows tick upward, waiting for the rest of your reply, but it doesn't come. It feels like time might have stopped inside this room.

"I love you."

It sounds like the most matter of fact statement in the world. It sounds like waves crashing and the wind picking up and the first bird song of the day. So why does it feel so wrong?

"Why?"

You can feel the warmth of your own cheeks radiating back to you from the skin of his hands. The emotions you can't name are beginning to bubble up like lava in your belly, too many to name.

"'Why?'" he repeats, confusion clouding his brow with lines.

You wish you could silence the noise inside your mind. Thousands of words and questions and scenarios battering round and round inside your head, too loud.

"Why now? Wh- why are you telling me this now?"

You see the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks, a nervous habit he's always had. "Because... I can't lose you."

The lava forms a name: Anger.

Instinctively, you pull your face from his hands, moving half a step back from him. "You're ruining everything... because you're jealous?"

"It's- I'm not jealous." His hands hang dumbly at his sides now. He looks hurt—by your words or by the way you've separated yourself from him, you're not sure. "Didn't you hear me? I love you."

Blinking back hot tears, you shake your head again. You refuse to believe it. Somewhere in the molten pool inside you swirls grief for what could have been if his words are true, and it's too much to bear.

"If you loved me, you could have told me. You had so many years to make your feelings known." You breathe sharply, something catching in your throat. "You just don't want me to have something that you don't."

The expression his face dissolves into makes your heart hurt tenfold. Maybe you were reading this whole thing wrong. But it's too late now; you're too proud to take it back or stay to hear another word. With one last look at your best friend and his pitiful glassy eyes, you turn and make a swift exit, finally allowing the tears to make their own escape. They taste of loss and regret.

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