A Guide To Falling For A Traitor 101

A guide to falling for a traitor 101

"He's watching us, isn't he?" You ask not making the mistake of making eye contact with the camera that's at the corner of the room.

"So what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Can you switch it off?"

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x afab!reader (implied past Bang Chan x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance

Warnings: general 'mafia' stuff, knives, (this has remnants of my wattpad phase in quite a few parts but we all need some cringe sometimes so it's fine... i guess. But I honestly cannot re-read and edit this one more time so I'm just posting now since someone asked so nicely)

Synopsis: You finally got to know who the mysterious traitor was in Bang Chan's gang. Now you just have to find out why he was one in the first place.

Bang Chan was a lot of things. But the one thing he wasn't was a liar. Specially not to his own allies. So when he said that his rival gang was treading his territories in the monthly alliance meeting, you believed him. Unlike most of the other leaders who still needed 'evidence' to do something about it. But honestly they were too scared to actually have a direct rivalry with Chan's rival gang. Again, unlike you but not for the reason most might think of.

You didn't have undying loyalty towards Chan or his gang or anyone to be honest. Call it shallow or whatever but you just couldn't give a single fuck about majority of the members of your gang with only one or two exceptions. Maybe you were a bad leader in the sense that you couldn't even remember the name of your own bodyguard. But you were a damn good leader in the sense that you'll always win. No matter what. You didn't have any 'rival' gangs because you knew there was something or rather, someone, like in this case of use. In your opinion, qualities like loyalty, trust, blah blah were all overrated. You'd rather have someone skilled than trustworthy which was exactly why you needed Chan and his other major members but specifically, one of them.

"I agree with Mr. Bang." You say quietly while looking at the other gang leaders who sat the huge table in Chan's mansion.

"But Ms-" One of the leaders started before you rudely cut him off because he had been getting on your nerves since the moment you entered the room. You were extremely observant, kind of came with the job. So you had noticed him looking at your chest more times than necessary. Specifically the ruby jewel necklace, (that you had stolen from him but who cared) that sat just atop your cleavage that was just slightly visible in the simple black dress you opted for. It had a slightly deep neckline and a slit near the thigh. Where a knife garter could be seen. Yeah you liked to look good in meetings and what about it?

"If that's all we have for today, can we leave?" You questioned while only looking at Chan, giving him the perfect moment to kick these assholes out.

"Yeah of course. Changbin, please escort these distinguished folks out." He said, politness dripping off his voice. Most would think he was respecting them by sending Changbin to show them out. Thing is, he was doing so, so that no on could look at anything longer than necessary or try to go here and there in the mansion to find things they weren't supposed to. Something you would be doing today. When everyone except you and Chan had left, you finally got up from you seat to walk towards him.

"You're still here? Ms-" you cut him off, something you couldn't do in a room full of people but now it was just you two.

"Cut the bullshit Chan." You rolled your eyes at him, again something you couldn't do while everyone else was present.

"Ugh fine. What do you want? I've got work to do." He finally said in his casual voice that was not as cold and distant yet held a politness to it. "And you've got to stop staying here until everyone else has gone or else they'll get the wrong idea."

"What wrong idea are you talking about, Chan? And would they really be wrong to think about something that has already happened?" You say while tracing the silver chain he was wearing around his neck.

"Oh my God it was one time alright? And we were drunk. Can you stop bringing it up? Get over it." He replied while holding your wrist to stop you from doing what you were doing.

"Oh please, there wasn't even anything to get over Bang. You know I don't do other leaders."

"Anymore. Since that one clan guy remember? The one who was the leader of a Yakuza and tried to make you sign a marriage agreement when you were drunk, to take your place." He almost laughed while recalling the incident.

"Can we not talk about that fucking asshole?" You gritted your teeth at him for bringing up past that you'd rather forget.

"Ooh someone's bitter." He teased with a grin.

"Fuck you." You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Are you really here to discuss your past failed relationships or to flirt with me though? I reckon you've got better things to do. So what do you want?" He finally got to the point.

"I want to meet that pharmacist kid you've got." You stated the reason you actually stayed here for.

"You do know that Jeongin is like a few months younger than you right?" Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"And?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Why do you want to meet him anyways?" He questioned.

"Because my pharmacist died. And I need an arsenic trioxide injection."

"Wait how did he die?" He asked.

"Heart attack."

"Oh the irony. Alright. Just leave that knife here." He gestured towards the garter on your thigh.

"Chill. I'm not here to murder someone."

"Safety precautions." He shrugged.

"Fine." You say while taking out the knife from the garter. "But do you really think this is the only knife I've got?"

"No. I know both of your heels have knives in them too. And that pin you're wearing in your hair. And-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. You're the all knowing, all mighty Chris. Whatever. Do I have to take all of this off too?"

"No it's fine. I just liked the one you had in your garter. It's mine now right?" He twisted the knife between his fingers swiftly.

"As if I've got a choice. But just so you know, that knife is the last thing my mother left before dying."

"Oh I didn't know that I'm s-"

"I'm kidding. As if I could ever care about whatever that woman left. Now I'll get going to meet your kid." You start to walk away from his office.

"Wait 'til Changbin gets back." He called out.

"Jeez I'm not going anywhere else. I know you've got camera footages in your office. And I know your mansion enough by now to find that kid." You looked back at him.

"Fine then. Just take the lift by the way.”

"You... installed a lift in your house?" You asked incredulously.

"I didn't okay! It was Jisung's idea. Said he couldn't climb stairs everyday after sitting in a chair for hours. That it was affecting his hacking skills or whatever."

"You've got weird members dude." You say before taking off to meet the person you came to meet.

You take the ridiculously expensive lift (like seriously did it need to be silver plated? Fucking show offs) to go down to the basement where you know the kid genius' lab resides. You open the door that looks like it could belong to a bunker tank. And then you finally see him. The one who've been waiting to see for a few months now since you got that piece of information.

Yang Jeongin. Science prodigy. Passed high school at age 11 and graduated at 14. Could be seen in newspapers and tv shows in those 3 years freuqently. Winning international intellectual debates against some of the greatest scientists arguably. And then, missing. One day at 16. Out of nowhere. Police carried out the investigation for 5 years until they had to drop it due to lack of evidence and progress. How he got into this fucked up underground world from a world of glory and fame that awaited him up there, no one knows. He was a genius. Someone you didn't see often in the field of work you're in.

You see him working with test tubes and vials containing chemicals of different colours. The room itself is pretty dark with the only source of light being a small bulb that hangs above his head. You can even see some chemicals glowing. He's wearing transparent safety googles, a pair of expensive industrial ear muffs and of course, his signature lab coat. He looks concentrated on the task which was apparently mixing chemicals here and there. He suddenly stops before mixing two chemicals he had been working on since you came here and puts the tubes in the holder. Removing his muffs and ruffling his hair that had gotten messy due to them. And then you finally here his voice.

"Arsenic trioxide, 10ml to your right." He says in a voice that's much colder than even Chan's and gestures towards your right with his eyes. You look to your right and see a tiny vial with an injection on a pink vinyl player of all things.

"Right. Thanks." You reply taking both of the things and putting them in your dress pockets. When you don't leave and just stare at him expectantly he raises his eyebrows in a silent 'what'.

"Can you get out now? I've got work to do." So alike Chan yet so different.

"And you think I don't? I'm literally a-" he cuts you off, quite rudely at that.

"Do I look like I give a fuck, sweetheart?” He tilts his head as if he's asking you an actual question. “I'll say it one more time, get out. I've got work to do.” he says with that innocent smile.

"Go on then. I'm not stopping you."

"I would gladly do so if that didn't mean making you go deaf. You think I'm wearing these for style?" He gestures towards the muffs.

Ok so he wasn't one for small talk. You'll just have to get to the point then. You walk towards him until you're just an inch away from him. He doesn't even flinch or backs up. So unlike all the other men you've met. With an exception of Chan of course but that's not surprising considering Chan is an exception to everything in this world you live in. You whisper to him. "He's watching us, isn't he?" You ask not making the mistake of making eye contact with the camera that's at the corner of the room.

"So what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Can you switch it off?"

"Why?" He questions again now furrowing his brows.

"Will you just do as I say?"

"Yeah because I know you so well right." He rolls his eyes, not budging at all.

"What do you think I'm gonna do if you turn it off? Kill you?"

"As if you've even got the guts to do that." He scoffs.

"Yeah exactly. So what's the problem? Why can't you just do as I say for once?

"For once? What do you mean?"

"Forget it. I know you're a traitor." You whisper.

His eyes widen significantly and that's the first time today you've seen any emotion on his face other than indifference.

"Wha- but how-" he stutters while trying to find the right words. Finally listening to you and switching the camera off.

How are u doing? :D

I've got 105° fever and tomorrow is my first day of college... so pretty bad I'd say😭

Thanks for asking tho!! <3

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

CW: making out, blood, lowkey hematolagnia, very suggestive, no gender specificed

Felix was happy today. More than usual. Yeah he was mostly all smiles and sunshine almost every day. But today he was all giggles and the Sun itself. Apparently, breakfast in bed from you, and then going to the company and hearing they were getting a vacation (a very well deserved one, if you might add) did that. He was smiling and giggling so much today that you seriously couldn't remember the last time when he was this happy aside from your last birthday. So it wasn't surprising that he was really into making out today. You both had decided to spend the day all cozy and fluffy. Wrapped in the softest blanket, with hot chocolate on the bedside table, and reading him the latest book that had gone viral recently. But he definitely wasn't as interested in the book as he was in you.

And so started the light pecks along your neck, then jawline, then both cheeks, the forehead and finally your lips. The light pecks soon turned into kisses and then full on making out while you ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. He just couldn't control himself today. Maybe it was the pure happiness radiating off of him or maybe his teeth were sharper today for some reason, but the moment his teeth sunk into your lower lip, you hissed and your hand instinctively came up to touch it. He was startled and pulled back immediately, watching your lip bleed and thick droplets of blood collecting on your lip.

"Fuck I'm so sorry. I-I didn't me to, seriously. I just- I don't kno-" you cut Felix's rambling off.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.

"B-but you're crying." He mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching whether in confusion or a sad frown, you couldn't tell.

You lightly rolled your eyes at that. "I'm not crying Lix, my eyes are just tearing up. Nothing more."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his voice.

"Of course. And if I'm being honest... it was actually kind hot." You mumbled the end, suddenly feeling embarrassed for confessing that.

He gulped before saying "Don't say stuff like that."

"Why?" You questioned with a head tilt.

"Because it'll do something to me." He leaned closer. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke and cupped your cheek.

"Well what if I want something to happen to you?" You question again, sliding your hands into the back of his hair.

"Yeah?" He asks and his eyes darken.

"Yeah." You answer before you're back to making out again. You can feel your own blood on his tongue and you have a feeling this won't be the only time that'll happen tonight.

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