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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼 - 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

Y/N made her way into her new bedroom. Mingi was sitting in the corner of the room reading a comic book when she entered.  He looked up stunned seeing her standing in the doorway in a towel, “you need to wear clothing,” he huffed. 

“I’m aware,” she stated. “My clothing is in here.”

“Why wouldn’t you take your clothing with you to the bathroom?” Mingi asked. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be back until I was dressed,” Y/N sighed. “But as normal my plans didn’t go accordingly.”

“I want a monkey too,” Mingi announced, full of excitement. “But Seonghwa says I can’t get one.”

“You want a monkey?” Y/N asked, confused. 

“Yea one that plays the accordingly. I saw one at a circus do that, a long time ago and have wanted a monkey ever since,” Mingi smiled. 

“I think you mean an accordion,” Y/N smiled. 

“Yea that’s the same thing,” Mingi rolled his eyes before looking back at his comic book. 

“Ok,” she said, deciding not to argue. “Would you mind leaving the room so I can get dressed?”

“Actually yes I would mind,” Mingi huffed. “Just because everyone else bows down to you, it doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

“I don’t want you to bow down to me, Mingi. I would just like some privacy so I can get dressed,” she explained. 

“Well maybe you should have taken your clothing to the bathroom with you then,” Mingi sighed. 

“Fine, don’t leave the room,” Y/N snapped. “But please don’t look at me.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Mingi growled, turning around in his chair to face away from Y/N,  forcing a small smile to form on her face. 

She walked over to the pile of her clothing laying on the floor next to the bed and picked out a pair of her pajamas. She placed her wet towel on the bed and slowly got changed into the new clothing. Mingi tried to stay focused on his comic but couldn’t resist glancing in the reflection of the computer screen. He stared for a moment, dropping his book on the floor. 

“Fuck,” he snapped, bending over to retrieve the book, trying to avoid looking in her direction. 

“You can look now,” she announced. “I’m dressed.”

“I could have looked the entire time,” Mingi scowled. 

Y/N giggled as she sat down on the bed. Mingi got up and sat down next to her. He put his finger out, almost pointing at her, “pull my finger,” he ordered 

“Why?” she asked. 

“Just do it,” he demanded, trying to hold back his laughter. 

Y/N reached out grabbing the finger that was pointed at her and pulled it. Mingi lifted his butt off of the bed and left out a huge fart making him laugh, hysterically out loud. 

“I got you good,” Mingi continued laughing. 

Y/N took a deep breath, trying hard to be annoyed but a small smile broke through. 

“Do you want to sleep head to toe?” Mingi asked. 

“Head to toe?” Y/N repeated. 

“Yea like your feet will be where my head is and vice versace,” Mingi explained, proudly. “Oooh but I do kick a lot in my sleep so I don’t know if that will be safe for you.”

“No we don’t have to do that,” she smiled. “I think we’ll be ok to sleep with our heads next to each other.”

“But what if I kiss you?” Mingi asked, staring into her eyes for a few seconds before breaking out into another laughing fit. “As if I’m gonna do that.” He roughly smacked her leg and crawled onto his bed. 

A knock sounded on the door before it swung open as Jongho entered without hesitation. 

He scowled at Y/N before speaking, “you need to go to the boss’s room.”

“For what?” she asked. 

“Don’t ask questions, just do as your fucking told,” Jongho growled. 

“This is getting really fucking old,” yn complained standing up to leave the room. 

“If I’m sleeping when you come back, don’t wake me up,” Mingi ordered. “I don’t like being woken up, unless you have ice cream. Then you can wake me.”

Y/N ignored Mingi’s innocent comment as she stormed out of the room, headed towards Seonghwa’s bedroom. When she reached the door, she knocked a few times but the door didn’t open. 

“This feels like deja vu,” she said to herself, turning to head back to Mingi’s. 

“Not so fast,” Jongho snarled. “You need to go inside.”

“But he didn’t answer the door,” Y/N argued. 

“It doesn’t matter. He said you needed to go into his room and wait for him,” Jongho explained. “Now be a good little tramp and do as you’re told.”

“I’m really getting tired of all of the different names you guys are calling me,” she huffed. 

Jongho laughed in response, “go in now.”

“Whatever,” Y/N sighed as she opened the door to Seonghwa’s bedroom and cautiously entered. 

The room appeared to be empty, lending a little false hope to Y/N. She sat down on the bed not knowing what she was expected to do. 

After a few minutes the bedroom door flew open and a clearly drunk Seonghwa entered with his arms wrapped around two unknown, barely dressed women. 

Seonghwa smirked at Y/N sitting on his bed but didn’t say anything. He turned to the blonde girl and started kissing her then to the brunette and did the same to her. 

“Strip,” he whispered to them. 

The two women released Seonghwa and started to remove the little amount of clothing that they were wearing. Seonghwa stripped down to his boxers and laid on the opposite side of the bed where Y/N was sitting. 

The blonde girl hopped on the bed and started licking his abs, the brunette followed her lead. They pulled his boxers down, exposing his hard cock, immediately putting it in their mouths like they would a lollipop. 

“What the fuck,” Y/N snarled starting to get up from the bed. 

Seonghwa reached over grabbing her thigh, “no you need to stay,” he ordered. 

“Why would I want to stay for this?” Y/N snarled. 

Seonghwa put his hand down pulling the blonde off of his dick, he flipped her over onto the bed, crawling on top of her. “Because I want to look at you while I fuck them,” he announced. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N gasped. 

Seonghwa thrusted, causing the blonde girl to scream out in pleasure, making Y/N wince discomfortably and look away. 

Seonghwa looked at the brunette, “you make sure she keeps watching,” he ordered. 

The brunette stood up, walked over to Y/N and held her head, forcing her to look at Seonghwa having his way with the blonde woman. Once he was finished with her, the blonde and the brunette switched positions and Seonghwa continued to make eye contact with Y/N until he was done with her. Then he rolled over on the bed, breathing heavily and dozed off to sleep. 

Once Y/N was certain that Seonghwa was asleep she stood up and crept out of his bedroom and headed back to Mingi’s room.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crawled into bed next to Mingi, trying not to disturb him. 

Mingi reached his arm over and poked her in the back, “are you ok?” he asked. 

“I’m fine,” she lied. 

“Then why are you crying?” Mingi wondered. 

“I’m not crying,” Y/N lied again, “I’m sorry that I woke you and I don’t have any ice cream for you.”

“It’s ok,” Mingi said. “Just stop crying and I’ll forgive you.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She laid restless most of the night, trying to understand why Seonghwa did what he did. She was unable to make any sense of the situation and eventually fell victim to another restless sleep. 

In the morning, Y/N rolled over and realized Mingi was no longer next to her. She got out of bed and started to leave the bedroom to go get some coffee. When she opened the door, she saw a bouquet of red roses in a beautiful vase sitting in front of the door. She picked them up and brought them inside the room, pulling the card out. 

“I fucked up. I’m sorry,” she read aloud. 

She took a deep breath and put the card on the desk next to the vase and walked out of the room. She made her way down to the kitchen, hoping she wouldn’t run into Seonghwa. Inside the kitchen she noticed a pot of coffee had already been brewed. There was a second card sitting next to the coffee maker with her name on it. 

Y/N opened the card. On the front was a picture of a couples’ shadow holding each other under the moon, on the inside was a handwritten message. 

Y/N read the card to herself, “I hope you will be able to forgive me for my bad behavior. I should never have put you in a situation like that. I will give you your space but please know that I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart. You didn’t deserve to be treated like one of those whores. I know you like your coffee in the morning so I brewed you a pot.” 

“Why is he doing all of this,” she asked herself, pouring herself a cup of coffee and returning to Mingi’s room. 

The day flew by while she watched tv. Mingi would pop in from time to time to check on her.

Around 4, Y/N looked out the window and decided she was hungry. She left the bedroom and headed down to the kitchen. She looked through the cupboards to see what was there to make, deciding on manicotti. Seonghwa stood in the doorway watching as Y/N filled up a pot with water to boil to cook the noodles. After placing the pot on the stove and turning the gas on, she turned around getting startled by the onlooker. 

“Hey,” Seonghwa said. She ignored him as she gathered the eggs, spices, spaghetti sauce, and the cheeses out and a bowl to mix everything together in. 

“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa sighed, moving closer. 

“That was really fucked up,” Y/N grunted. 

“I know it was,” Seonghwa agreed. “And from the bottom of my heart I’m really really sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” she sighed as she started to combine the different ingredients into the large mixing bowl. 

“What are you doing?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Making manicotti for everyone,” Y/N announced. 

“You want some help?” Seonghwa smiled. 

“You can if you want,” she hesitated. 

“Great,” Seonghwa continued to smile as he rolled his sleeves up. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands, “not to brag but I’m kind of a master chef.”

Y/N instinctively smiled at him but after catching herself she immediately frowned and looked back at the bowl. “So what do you want me to do?” he wondered. 

“Watch the pot of water, when it starts to boil dump those noodles into it,” she instructed. 

Seonghwa did as he was told while watching y/n with a small smile on his face as she mixed the ingredients together and then coated two glass baking dishes with spaghetti sauce. 

After the noodles were done cooking, y/n drained the water and turned to Seonghwa, “now comes the fun part.”

“Just tell me what to do,” Seonghwa said. 

“Ok so now we gotta stuff the noodles with the cheese mixture…like this,” she explained demonstrating on the first one. 

Seonghwa picked up a noodle and grabbed a spoonful of cheese, “this shouldn’t be too hard,” he smirked, attempting to shove the cheese into the noodle, failing miserably, “what the fuck,” he complained. 

Y/N laughed, “I thought this was gonna be sooooo easy for the master chef.”

“Shut up,” Seonghwa said, touching her nose with cheese on his finger. 

“Hey stop it,” she said, moving her face away from him. 

Minghao started to enter the kitchen and witnessed what was going on. He observed for a few moments but left without disturbing the two. 

“Can you feel the love tonight,” Hao sang to himself as he walked back down the hallway. 

She continued to fill noodle after noodle, while Seonghwa continued to work on his first one. 

Once all of the noodles were filled with cheese, she poured more spaghetti sauce on top, covered the pans with aluminum foil and placed them into the oven. 

“And now we wait,” Y/N announced. “Thank you for the apology, Seonghwa.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “It was wrong of me and I don’t know why I did that to you. I just hope you can forgive me.”

“We’ll see,” she said. 

“Well, after dinner I have one more surprise for you,” Seonghwa announced with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s the surprise?” Y/N asked. 

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he sighed.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 ♠️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟸 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

♥️♠️ 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜♦️♣️

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚢, 𝚈/𝙽 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜.

♥️♠️ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ♦️♣️

𝚈/𝙽 𝚡 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚏𝚝. 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚟 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝟽

♥️♠️ 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ♦️♣️

𝟶𝟽/𝟶𝟾

♥️♠️ 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ♦️♣️

𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚎𝚍, & 𝚏𝚛𝚒

𝚊𝚝 𝟿𝚙𝚖

♥️♠️ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ♦️♣️

♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷 - 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 ♥️

♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟸 - 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎♠️

♣️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟹 - 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝♦️

♥️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟺 - 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 ♣️

♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟻 - 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚋 ♥️

♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 - 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚗 ♠️

♣️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟽 - 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 ♦️

♥️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟾 - 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 ♣️

♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟿 - 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕♥️

♦️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟶 - 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 ♠️

♣️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟷 - 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎♦️

♥️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟸 - 𝚋𝚏𝚏♣️

♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟹 - 𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐♥️

♦️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 - 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚐♠️

♣️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 -

♥️𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟷♠️♦️𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟹♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚜𝟸♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼 - 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗

After the manicotti was finished baking, y/n took the pans out of the oven and placed them onto the counter. Seonghwa had everyone come sit at the dining room table.

“What’s going on?” San asked Seonghwa. 

“Y/N made dinner for everyone,” Seonghwa explained, “so we’re all gonna eat dinner like a family tonight.”

“I’m not hungry,” Yeosang announced, staring down at the table. 

“Too bad,” Seonghwa growled. “You need to eat.”

“I can’t believe the bitch actually knows how to do something productive,” Hongjoong smirked. 

“Hey,” Seonghwa snapped, causing everyone to look in his direction. “Watch your language at the dinner table.”

Y/N allowed a small smile to come on her face as she glanced up at Seonghwa who winked, discreetly back at her. 

“Let's get this mock family dinner the hell over with,” Jongho snarled, grabbing the spatula and dishing a serving of the manicotti onto his plate. 

Everyone ate their dinner in an uncomfortable silence and left the table after they were finished, until Seonghwa and y/n were the only two left still seated.

Y/n slowly looked up at him and asked, “So what's my surprise?”

“Go get dressed and come down and I’ll show you,” Seonghwa ordered. She quickly got up, ran to Mingis room, got dressed and returned downstairs. 

Seonghwa came into the stairway holding a bouquet of flowers, “you look gorgeous,” he smiled, handing over the flowers. 

“Um thank you,” y/n said. “Why did I have to get dressed to get flowers?”

Seonghwa laughed, “follow me.” He put his hand out for her to grab, leading her out to the back yard where a helicopter was sitting. 

“Uh, Seonghwa,” y/n started. “What’s going on?”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions,” he laughed. 

“Only every single day since I’ve been here,” y/n sighed. 

The helicopter door opened and Seonghwa led her over, assisting her inside. “Where are we going?” Yn asked again. 

“You will see,” Seonghwa smiled as the helicopter lifted off the ground. She was never in a helicopter before, she stared out of the window enjoying the view. After what seemed like an eternity the helicopter landed in an empty parking lot in front of a huge building. Yn turned to look at Seonghwa looking for some answers, receiving a shrug and a smile in return. The door opened, Seonghwa hopped out effortlessly, placing his hand out to assist y/n with her departure. They started walking towards the building. 

“You care to tell me where we are?” She asked. 

“Shhhh,” Seonghwa sighed, leading her inside the glass doors. 

Once inside, y/n realized they were at an aquarium. 

“I figured I’d bring you somewhere special as a thank you for just being you,” he smiled. 

“It’s late, isn’t the aquarium closed?” She asked. 

“I know a lot of people,” Seonghwa smirked, “they opened it up so we can enjoy everything in peace.”

“This is amazing,” she hugged him, instinctively. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he smiled. 

They walked around the aquarium taking in all of the exhibits. Seonghwa led her through a door that was labeled ‘employees only’. 

“Um I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here,” she said as she stopped walking. 

Seonghwa turned to look her in the eyes, grabbing her hand, “trust me,” he whispered. She nodded and followed him blindly into the room that led them into a seal exhibit. 

“I want you to meet some of my friends,” he smiled as a little seal came crawling over to Seonghwa, barking. “This is buddy, buddy this is y/n.”

“Hi buddy,” she smiled, crouching down to get closer to the seal. Before she knew it they had two more seals out to greet them. They played with the seals for a little, taking turns throwing balls into the water and feeding them fish snacks. 

Seonghwa looked down at his watch, “it’s getting late,” he announced. “We should probably get going soon.”

“Awww,” y/n pouted, standing up. “Bye guys, it was nice to meet you.” The seals all barked and clapped in return causing her to laugh out loud. 

Seonghwa led her down a tunnel hallway that had the water all around them. The tunnel made it feel as though they were walking through the ocean with the fish. Halfway through, Seonghwa stopped and looked at y/n, “did you like your surprise?”

“Oh my god, this was absolutely amazing,” she declared. “I’ve never played with a seal before.”

“I’m glad I could bring you somewhere you enjoyed so much,” he smiled. 

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” y/n smiled. 

“Do you still hate me?” He asked. 

“No I don’t hate you,” y/n sighed. “I don't like some of the things you do but I don’t hate you.”

“I guess I’ll take that for now…Wooyoung will be coming home tomorrow.” Seonghwa announced 

“Really!?” Y/n said excitedly but the smile quickly faded once she remembered the new rules. 

“I know I fucked up and I’m trying to make it up to you. So I decided if you want to stay with Wooyoung again you may,” Seonghwa announced, “if he still wants you, of course.”

“For real?” She asked.

“I just want you to be happy,” Seonghwa sighed, “and clearly being with him makes you happy.”

Y/n wrapped her arms around Seonghwa, squeezing him as tightly as she could, “thank you so much.”

The next morning y/n woke up excited for the day. She hasn’t seen Wooyoung in what felt like forever. She never missed anybody as much as she missed him but she still didn’t fully understand her feelings. 

When she woke up, Mingi was sitting at his desk playing a computer game. She had to spend the night in his room because she had to explain to the big child why she planned to go back to Wooyoung’s, if Wooyoung would allow it. 

Y/n sat up in bed and smiled at Mingi, “good morning.”

“Oh you’re awake,” Mingi jumped, startled by her speaking. 

“Yea I’m surprised you're awake already too,” y/n responded. 

“I’m always up early,” Mingi announced. “My morning cartoons come on soon.”

“Did you hear, Wooyoung is coming home today,” Y/n asked. 

“Uh huh,” Mingi grunted. 

“I might be going back to his room,” she stated. 

“Why?” Mingi wondered. “Don’t you like staying with me?”

“Of course I do but Wooyoung and I seem to share certain feelings for each other and I need to stay with him,” y/n explained. 

Mingi got up from his desk and sat on the bed, “I had a feeling you would leave me,” he sighed. 

“I’m sorry, Mingi,” y/n started. 

“I didn’t want to believe it but Yeosang was right about you,” Mingi huffed, getting up and storming out of his bedroom. 

Later that day Seonghwa and Jongho left the mansion, not telling anyone where they were going. Y/n sat alone in the living room until San slowly entered the room. 

“Are you excited?” She asked. 

San didn’t respond as he sat down on a chair across the room from y/n.

“San?” She said. 

“What?” He grunted. 

“Are you mad at me?” Y/n wondered. 

“No,” San said. “Should I be?”

“Why are you ignoring me?” Y/n asked. 

“I’m not ignoring you,” San argued. “I just don’t have to talk to you whenever you want me too. I’m not a puppet you can control.”

“I don’t know why everyone insists I want to control you guys,” she sighed. “But it’s the farthest from the truth.” 

The front door flew open and Wooyoung walked inside. Y/n stood up and started walking towards him as tears of joy started to form in her eyes. Before she could reach him, San ran past her hugging Wooyoung. “It’s great to have you home,” he said. 

“It’s great to be home,” Wooyoung smiled, hugging his brother back. 

“You missed so much while you were gone. Come on, I’ll fill you in on everything,” San announced, leading him to the den. 

“I gotta go to the shooting range, I missed my guns most,” he laughed. 

San tussled Wooyoung’s hair with a smile on his face, “you’re still the same old Woo.”

“Guess he’s not all that excited to see you,” Jongho laughed walking up the stairs. 

“What did he say on the way home?” Y/n asked Seonghwa, ignoring Jongho’s rude remark. 

“He didn’t say anything,” Seonghwa smiled. “He just stared out the window the whole way home.”

“He hates me,” y/n said before turning to run upstairs to Mingi’s room. 

“He doesn’t hate you,” Seonghwa called out only to be ignored by her who continued to run down the hallway. She sat alone, on the bed, holding back the tears. Placing her head into her hands she slumped down onto the bed, slowly dozing off to sleep. 

“Wake up,” someone yelled while shaking y/n awake. 

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them to clear her vision. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asked. 

“Why are you sleeping in here?” Mingi asked. “I thought you were going back to HIS room.”

“Oh Mingi,” she said, looking around. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost 6,” Mingi said. 

“Have you seen Wooyoung?” Y/n wondered. 

“Yea we were all hanging out downstairs but he got tired and went to his room to lay down,” Mingi explained. 

“Did he mention me?” She asked. 

“You should probably go talk to him?” Mingi suggested. “He’d be able to answer your questions a lot better than me.”

“It didn’t seem like he wanted anything to do with me when he got home,” y/n sighed looking down at the floor. “What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“At least you’ll have your answers,” Mingi smiled. 

“I guess you’re right,” y/n sighed standing up and walking to the door. “Wish me luck.”

She exited Mingi’s room and headed down the hallway pausing in front of Wooyoung’s room. “This is ridiculous,” she said to herself. “Just go in there, get it over with.”

She took a deep breath, knocking gently on the door but didn’t wait for a response before opening it. She walked inside, seeing Wooyoung laying down on his bed. He slowly opened his eyes and slightly smiled, “it’s about time you come to see me.”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me,” she sighed. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Wooyoung asked, slightly sitting up in bed. “I couldn’t wait to get home to have the chance to be alone with you.”

A smile appeared on her face, from ear to ear. She walked over and sat next to him on the bed. 

Wooyoung grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly, “why did you move your shit out of my room?” He asked. 

“No one told you what happened?” She asked, surprised 

“No one talked about you at all,” Wooyoung smiled. “Don’t you like staying in my room anymore?”

“Of course I do,” she nodded. “I love staying with you.”

“Then why aren’t you?” Wooyoung snapped. 

“Seonghwa said I wasn’t allowed to but now that changed,” y/n explained. “I can move back in here, if you’ll have me.”

“If I was home, I never would’ve let you leave,” Wooyoung stated. 

Y/n threw her arms around Wooyoung, squeezing as tightly as she could. Wooyoung moved her chin up with his hand, allowing him to gaze into her eyes. 

“I really did miss you,” he smiled. 

“I missed you too,” y/n whispered, leaning in closer to his face until their lips came in contact. Wooyoung slid his hand from y/n’s chin to the back of her head, gently gripping a handful of hair. Their tongues intertwined in their mouths as Wooyoung slid his other hand down onto yn’s ass, causing her to moan a little. She repositioned her body so she was straddling him as he was laying down. She leaned down and kissed Wooyoung some more. She broke the kiss by sitting up and slid her dress off, throwing it onto the floor. 

“Oh my god, baby, you’re driving me crazy,” Wooyoung growled as he grabbed her ass and flipped her over onto the bed. He ripped his shirt off, slid out of his jeans and crawled on top of her. She ran her hands over Wooyoung’s bandaged chest, “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” she whispered. 

Wooyoung grabbed her hands, bringing them to his face where he gently kissed her fingers while making eye contact, sending shivers throughout her body. He leaned down kissing her on the lips, then traced her jawline with his tongue till he reached her ear. He gently nibbled on her ear and moved down to her neck. 

“I can’t take this anymore,” y/n moaned. 

Wooyoung smirked as he pulled his boxers down, “are you sure you’re ok with this?” He asked. 

“Yes baby,” she said, running her hands through his hair. “I want you so bad.”

Wooyoung gently pushed himself inside her, smiling as she winced a little. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked. 

“No,” y/n said, kind of lying. It did hurt but it also felt so good at the same time. All she knew was she didn’t want him to stop. 

Wooyoung continued to move in and out then stopping to kiss yn, leaving her needing more. 

Wooyoung was going deeper and deeper forcing yn to run her nails down his back, “oh my god Wooyoung,” she screamed. “Don’t stop!”

Wooyoung continued until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He moaned and released himself inside of her, dropping his body down onto her while breathing heavily. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Wooyoung said in between breaths. “Was it ok for you?”he asked, looking at y/n and pressing his lips firmly against hers. 

“It was amazing,” y/n said, breathing heavily as well. “Wooyoung…”

He looked at her with concern written all over his face, “what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I think I love you,” she whispered. 

Wooyoung smiled bigger than y/n had ever seen. 

“You better,” He said leaning down and kissing her again, “because I’m in love with you.”

They kissed passionately, leading to another session of love making, this time feeling a bit more meaningful. They ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, in a naked bliss. 

Around 3 am the house started shaking. And lights from the exterior lit the mansion up like a football field. 

“Everyone get dressed and get your weapons,” Seonghwa yelled. “We’re under attack!”

Everyone did as they were told and met up in Seonghwa’s office. 

“Who the fuck is out there,” Jongho snarled 

“Some bitch is out there,” Yeosang announced, “and a few men.”

“I swear I saw Wang,” San added. 

“I’m gonna kill that mother fucker,” Wooyoung growled, as a red glint flashed through his eyes. 

“No you’re gonna stay off the front lines,” Seonghwa ordered. “I want you on the roof.”

“But I need to kill him,” Wooyoung whined. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” y/n squeezed Wooyoung’s thigh, “I’ll kill that mother fucker.”

“Absolutely not,” Wooyoung growled. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” San smiled. 

“And I’ll watch her too,” Yunho announced. 

“I think they’re here for her,” Seonghwa interrupted “so I need her down with them.”

“I don’t like this one bit,” Wooyoung sighed. 

“Little pigs, little pigs…let us in,” a voice sounded through a megaphone from outside. 

“Looks like it’s show time,” San smiled standing up to leave the room. 

“Everyone, be extra careful,” Seonghwa ordered “and kill everyone on sight.”

“Roger,” Hongjoong said. 

“Who’s roger “ Mingi asked following Hongjoong out of the room. 

Seonghwa went up to the rooftop with Wooyoung. He looked over the ledge and yelled, “What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” the woman responded. “Hand her over or this isn’t going to end well for any of you.”

San, Yunho, and y/n were downstairs, discreetly looking out of the window. 

“Who is that woman?” Y/n whispered. 

“I’m not sure,” San responded. 

“I feel like I know her from somewhere,” y/n sighed. 

“I don’t know but I bet she’d look sexy as fuck if she wasn’t breathing,” Yunho snarled. 

“You’re not getting her,” Seonghwa yelled, “so you better give us your best.”

The woman laughed as she got inside a hummer, “shoot it up boys,” she commanded as the hummer backed off the property. 

Gun fire reigned out, bullets flew everywhere, breaking out the windows. 

“Hongjoong was hit,” Yeosang announced over the ear pieces.

The gun fire continued, from all directions, showing that they were surrounded. 

“There’s Wang,” y/n pointed out. “I’ll be back.”

She ran to the back of the house before San or Yunho had the chance to stop her. The back door creaked open and Jackson entered with his gun out in front of him. 

“Not another fucking step,” y/n ordered appearing from the shadows. 

“Y/n,” Jackson exclaimed. 

“How do you know me?” She asked. 

“We were supposed to get married,” Jackson explained. “Your sister said you were killed. You wouldn’t believe how happy I was to find out that you’re still alive.”

“You have me confused with someone else,” y/n exclaimed. 

“No baby,” Jackson said, laying his gun on the counter as he ran over to her. He wrapped his arms tightly around y/n only to be pushed away. 

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped. “You almost killed Wooyoung,” yn snarled as a red glint flashed through her eyes. “Now you’re gonna die.”

Y/n plunged a huge butcher knife into Jackson’s stomach. She smiled as blood started gushing out. 

Jackson placed his hand onto hers, “but I love you.”

Visions flooding her mind. The two little girls at the lake house, dates with Jackson, y/n opening the curtain in the bloody bathroom with a handgun, the man holding her down forcing himself into her, the bloody massacre of all the men by her hands, the woman who was outside laughing as she watched med abduct her from the street, and y/n as she licked the blood of her sword before putting it into its sheath. These visions no longer felt like a movie, these were her real memories.

“No Jackson, you love my sister,” y/n evilly smiled as she continued to stare at the blood gushing from his body. He collapsed down onto the floor and she pulled the knife out of his stomach, licking the blood off the blade. “You taste like heaven mr wang.” She put the knife on the counter and shoved his gun into her pants. “Oh now we’re gonna have soooo much fun,” she announced as she skipped towards the door.

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 : 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕

The shooting subsided leaving an eerie silence. YN skipped down the upstairs hallway making her way up to the rooftop. 

She stood in the doorway, silently watching Seonghwa and Wooyoung who were still looking down on the lawn. YN took a deep breath, forcing some tears out before running out and exposing herself. 

“I did it,” she cried, “I killed him.”

Seonghwa and Wooyoung quickly turned around to see her standing before them with blood all over her clothing and tears pouring down her cheeks. 

“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Wooyoung asked running over to encompass her in a soothing embrace. 

Yn pretended to cry into his shoulder, “no I wasn’t hurt, I never killed anyone before, Wooyoung it was awful. I’m gonna see his dying face every time I close my eyes.” 

Wooyoung rubbed her back in a comforting way, “oh baby, you had no choice. He wasn’t gonna stop coming until someone took him out.”

“I’m so sorry I’m not stronger or as tough as you,” yn continued. “I thought I could handle doing this but I guess I was wrong.”

“But you did handle it, you did it better than me,” Wooyoung continued rubbing her back. “I failed when I tried to kill him but you managed to finish the job. It’s ok to be a little upset about it.”

Yn pulled back so she could look into Wooyoung’s eyes, “were you upset when you…when you…when you first did this?”

“I don’t remember,” Wooyoung sighed. “I was only five but I'm sure I was a little upset.”

“You killed someone when you were five?” Yn gasped

Before Wooyoung had time to respond, Mingi ran onto the roof. “Seonghwa,” Mingi said, breathing heavily, “Hongjoong was hit.”

“Where is he?” Seonghwa asked racing towards the door leading inside. 

“Your office,” Mingi said in between deep breaths. 

Seonghwa didn’t say another word, he instantly rushed to his office. Wooyoung started to chase after him, yn grabbed his arm pulling him back towards her. “I want to hear the rest of your story later,” she whispered into Wooyoung’s ear while squeezing his ass with her free hand. 

Wooyoung nodded but said nothing before continuing to chase after his boss. After Wooyoung was out of sight, yn looked at Mingi with a crooked smile. 

“Why are you so bloody?” He asked. 

“Oh Mingi, it was awful,” yn started, forcing tears out once again. “I killed somebody tonight.”

“That’s awful,” Mingi sighed. 

“Have you ever been through this, Mingi?” Yn wondered. 

“Maybe,” Mingi nodded, “killing never gets easier. Hopefully you’ll never have to do it again.”

“I sure hope I don’t,” yn cried, covering her face with her hands, fearing that she’d subconsciously smile. 

Mingi rushed over to yn, wrapping his giant arms around her slender body attempting to lend some comfort. “It’ll be ok, everyone here will do anything they can to get you through this.”

“I appreciate that so much,” yn said, burying her head into Mingis chest. 

“I really mean that too,” Mingi announced. “I know I’d do pretty much anything you want me to and I know the rest of the guys would too.”

Yn took a deep breath before pulling back to look at Mingi. She pretended to force a smile as a tear streamed down her cheek, “I think you might be the sweetest person that I have ever met in my life.”

“I’m not really this sweet,” Mingi huffed looking away. 

“But you are,” yn argued. 

“NO I'M NOT!” Mingi yelled. 

“Ok ok,” yn nodded unsure of what brought the heavy emotion out of him. 

“Isn’t this a sight for sore eyes,” jongho snarled walking onto the rooftop. “Mingi, you’re needed downstairs in the boss’s office.”

“What for?” Mingi asked. 

“Go!” Jongho snarled.

“Fine,” Mingi huffed releasing yn. 

Before Mingi could walk away yn whispered, “I’m not this sweet either.”

Mingi looked back at her a little confused but walked off without saying another word. 

Jongho glared at yn a few moments before speaking, “hmm, it seems you went through quite a traumatic event, didn’t ya?”

Yn nodded as tears continued to stream down her face, “it was truly awful.”

“Which part was worse for you?” Jongho started. “Watching Wang's life drain from his body or coming to the realization that he was telling the truth about you this whole time?”

Yn stopped the tears, looking at jongho, surprised, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied. 

“So tell me, did you kill him to get revenge for woo or to keep your secrets safe?” Jongho asked. 

Yn cocked her head as a red glint flashed through her eyes, “You know every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people and I’m all of the above,” she smiled. 

“What?” Jongho asked. 

An evil smile overtook her face before she screamed out, “oh my god, Wooyoung help me!!”

Yn quickly pulled Jackson’s gun out from where she previously shoved it and shot herself in the thigh then quickly tossed it at jongho’s face. He instinctively caught the weapon, mid air before coming in contact with his face. 

Wooyoung ran onto the roof, rage instantly taking over his body when he observed yn laying on the floor bleeding from her thigh and jongho holding a gun. “What the fuck?!” He snarled. 

“Wooyoung help me,” yn pleaded. “He’s trying to kill me.”

Wooyoung pulled his 9mm out from his pants, aiming it at jongho. 

“Listen man,” Jongho started. “She’s a crazy bitch, she shot herself.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Wooyoung growled cocking his weapon. 

“That’s the gun wang pulled on me downstairs,” yn cried. 

Wooyoung aimed his gun at jongho’s left knee cap and pulled the trigger causing him to fall to the ground. 

“Jesus Christ Wooyoung,” jongho screamed. 

Wooyoung didn’t hesitate, he pulled the trigger two more times until the gun jammed. 

“What the fuck is going on?” San growled running over to jongho who was slowly losing consciousness. “Stay with me.”

Wooyoung ignored San, walked over to jongho aiming his gun at his head, “I hope you’re ready to meet your maker,” he snarled. 

San stood up, blocking jongho from Wooyoung. “Yo man, you need to fucking stop now!”

“He shot yn, he needs to fucking die,” Wooyoung yelled. “Now get out of the way!”

San grabbed the gun in Wooyoung’s hand, “you should tend to yn,” he said trying to distract Wooyoung, “I think she needs you. I’ll deal with jongho.”

Wooyoung hesitated, glanced back at yn laying on the ground with blood soaking her pants, causing him to run over to her. 

Once Wooyoung became engulfed in tending to yn, San picked jongho up and carried him off the roof, bridal style. He ran down into Seonghwa’s office. “We need to get jongho to the hospital,” San announced.

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♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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Y/N layed on the ground on the roof as blood continued to pour out of her gunshot wound, soaking her sweat pants.  

“We gotta get you to the hospital, baby,” Wooyoung panicked looking down at her thigh.

“No,” Y/N snarled. “I’m not going to a hospital.”

“But you were shot,” Wooyoung argued with concern written all over his face.

“Give me your knife,” Y/N commanded, putting her hand out for him to place his knife into.

“What?” Wooyoung asked.

“Don’t play dumb,” Y/N snapped. “I know you have a knife…give it to me now.”

Wooyoung swallowed harshly before grabbing the knife he had strapped to his ankle. 

“Ok,” Y/N nodded. “Now I need duct tape and super glue.”

“For what?” Wooyoung wondered.

“Now’s not the time, Wooyoung,” Y/N snapped. “Just get me what I need now.”

Wooyoung quickly got up and ran into the house to retrieve the items that Y/N needed.

She lifted her butt off of the ground using the strength from her uninjured leg, pulling her sweatpants down to expose her thighs. Wooyoung returned to see Y/N using the knife to dig into her thigh with hopes of retrieving the bullet from her leg. 

“Are you nuts?” Wooyoung gasped.

Y/N stopped digging around to look up at him irritated, “there’s a fucking bullet in my thigh, it can’t stay in there, so THIS is my only fucking option.” she snapped. “If you’re just gonna complain about it, maybe you should just go check on the person who put the bullet there to begin with.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Wooyoung sighed, leaning down to get closer to her. “I just don’t want to see you in pain.”

She smirked at him as a red glint flashed through her eyes, “who said I was in pain?”

Y/N finally retrieved the bullet and dropped it onto the ground. She lined the hole with super glue and pressed it closed, sealing the skin together, then placed duct tape on top.

“See,” she said, smiling at Wooyoung, “good as new.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” he argued. “But you did a pretty good job.”

Y/N placed her bloody index finger, seductively into her mouth while making eye contact with Wooyoung, “it would be a shame to let all this blood go to waste.”

Wooyoung smirked as he moved closer to her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.  “God I love you,” he whispered.

“I know you do,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair.

San ran into Seonghwa’s office, still carrying Jongho bridal style. “We need to get Jongho to the hospital,” he yelled.

“What the fuck happened to him,” Seonghwa panicked.

“I don’t know,” San said. “I just found him like this, but he’s in and out of consciousness.”

Yeosang entered the room, shocked when he saw the current situation. “Where’s Hongjoong? I thought he was the one who was shot?” he asked.

“He’s fine, he was wearing his vest,” Seonghwa explained. “But Jongho wasn’t that lucky. We gotta get him to the er now.”

San started walking out of the office, Seonghwa and the others following closely behind. They ran outside to a hummer parked in the driveway, San placed jongho into the backseat and Seonghwa crawled in next to him, gently holding his head. San got into the driver's seat, yeosang in the passenger's seat and they drove off headed towards the hospital at top speed. 

“Come on buddy,” Seonghwa whispered, “you can’t leave me.”

Jongho opened his eyes, “bit shot he…” he managed to gurgle before losing consciousness again.

“What did he say?” Yeosang asked, turning around to look at the two in the back seat.

“Bit-sho-he,” seonghwa repeated, still rubbing jongho’s head.

When they reached the hospital, San pulled up to the front door, throwing the car into park. He got out and assisted Seonghwa in getting Jongho out of the back seat. Seonghwa carried Jongho inside as the other two followed.  

Seonghwa, San, and Yeosang were forced to sit in a private waiting room as the medical staff took Jongho into emergency surgery. Shortly after Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong arrived at the hospital.

“How’s he doing?”Hongjoong asked.

Seonghwa lifted his head from where he had it resting in his hands, with tear stains on his cheek and said, “no word, yet.”

“Where’s Wooyoung?” Yeosang asked.

“I couldn’t find him,” Mingi announced.

“I also couldn’t find Wang’s body,” Yunho said.

“What do you mean, you couldn’t find it?” Seonghwa snarled.

“I went down to where Y/N said she killed him,” Yunho started. “And his body wasn’t there.”

“Yunho,” Seonghwa snapped. “Are you sure you didn’t move his body into your room?”

“No I swear,” Yunho exclaimed. “I was planning on maybe doing that, I mean I wanted to touch him and see if it would be the same but like I said, the body was already gone. Blood was everywhere but no body.”

“Did anyone else move the body?” Seonghwa asked, looking around, everyone shook their heads. “What the fuck, why won’t this mother fucker stay dead?”

San stood up and left the waiting room without saying anything. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his friend. After a few rings, Wooyoung answered, annoyed, “what?”

“Where are you?” San asked.

“At home,” Wooyoung answered.

“You need to get your ass down here now,” San ordered.

“Why?”Wooyoung asked. “I hope that mother fucker dies.”

“You need to knock that the fuck off, Woo,” San growled.

“He shot my girl, he got what he deserved,” Wooyoung said, proudly.

“That maybe but for now we’re gonna continue to let everyone think this was the doing of Seven,” San said. “I told Seonghwa I didn’t know what happened to him and I just found him like this. He won’t give a shit about your reasoning at this point.”

“What if he manages to survive?” Wooyoung asked. “He’ll be more pissed that we weren’t honest.”

“The chances of Jongho surviving this are slim,” San stated. “Just get your ass down here and pretend you're concerned.”

“Whatever,” Wooyoung snarled, hanging up the phone.

A few hours later Wooyoung and yn arrived at the hospital. They entered the hospital room to see everyone but Seonghwa sitting in silence. 

“Any news?” Wooyoung asked.

“No, he’s still in surgery,” Yeosang sighed without looking up from the laptop he had positioned on his lap.

Unbeknownst to Wooyoung, Y/N secretly slid her hand inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and shoving inside her pocket. She turned to Wooyoung and whispered into his ear, “I’m thirsty, I’m gonna go find something to drink.”

“Ok baby, be careful,” Wooyoung smiled before walking over and sitting next to San who gently patted Wooyoung’s thigh.

Y/N walked out of the waiting room and strolled down the long hallway towards the vending machine room that she had previously visited. “I doubt this hospital visit will be as eventful as the last one,” she laughed to herself.

She entered the room and saw Seonghwa standing towards one of the machines with his head down, unaware of her presence. She crept up behind him and gently touched his back, “everything will be ok,” she whispered.

Seonghwa turned to her, with bloodshot eyes and said, “I don’t know if it will be this time. By the time we got Jongho here, he was completely unconscious and lost so much blood. I don’t know if he’ll be able to pull through this one.”

“I’m so sorry, Seonghwa,” Y/N whispered. 

“I failed him,” Seonghwa announced. “I promised to always protect my family and I wasn’t able to protect Jongho. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move on if he doesn’t pull through.”

“Seonghwa, come on. This wasn’t your fault. You had no control over this and you did everything you could to protect your family,” Y/N argued. “You can’t blame yourself for something like this.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done,” he argued as another tear escaped his eye causing him to look away not wanting her to see.

Y/N grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her, “you don’t have to be embarrassed to cry. It’s ok to be upset in this situation. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want YOU to see me like this,” he announced.

“Why not?” Y/N wondered.

“You and I have been through a lot of ups and downs,” Seonghwa started. “I haven’t always been the nicest to you and I’ve done quite a lot of really fucked up things. I’ve been trying to make it up to you though.”

“I know you have,” Y/N agreed with a slight smile on her face.

“I need to tell you something,” Seonghwa sighed. “But it has to stay here between us.”

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, holding her breath, waiting for what the confession was going to be.

“When we cooked dinner together, I started feeling something towards you,” Seonghwa started, “and then we had a wonderful evening at the aquarium. I had so much fun and I really enjoyed watching you and seeing all the excitement you were experiencing. I kind of want to be able to keep doing things like that for you, no with you.”

“Seonghwa…” Y/N said.

“No just hear me out,” Seonghwa interrupted. “I never felt like this towards anyone before and I’m not sure how to explain this but I think I’m developing some serious feelings and I don’t know what to do with them, because I know you and Woo have something special too and I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Y/N looked down at the ground, feeling some guilt about everything but only momentarily. She pondered the situation before speaking.

“I think I might have some feelings for you too, but I can’t say for sure,” Y/N confessed.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around y/n pulling her close against his body so he could feel her heartbeat against his. “I wish I could feel this every day,” Seonghwa whispered before releasing her and heading to the entrance of the room. “But I have to face reality for now and I have to go back and tend to the important matters at hand.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she silently watched his departure from the room then returned to her task of getting a drink. She purchased a bottle of water and left the room with the bottle in hand. She strolled down the hallway in the opposite direction of the waiting room. “He’s gonna be in surgery for awhile, I'll find something to entertain me until then,” Y/N said to herself before she started to skip down the hall.

Half way down the hall a door opened and someone yanked Y/N inside the empty hospital room. Y/N turned around, excited to see who was ready to have some fun.

“I need you to tell me what happened before I came to the roof,” San said.

“Well hello to you too,” Y/N smiled.

“Seriously,” San rolled his eyes, “what happened up there?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N continued to smile, “a lot of things happened. I got shot then Jongho got shot then you came out and stopped the party.”

“The party?” San repeated. “That’s a fucked up description of a fucking party.”

“I’m not using the word, literally,” Y/N snapped. “It’s a good thing you got there when you did though. Because if not we would probably be dealing with a completely different situation.”

“I know for a fact we would be,” San nodded.

“You know San, I find you completely irresistible,” Y/N confessed as she seductively bit her lower lip.

“You do?” San asked, moving closer to her.

“I really do,” Y/N nodded as she placed her hands onto his chest. “Who wouldn’t though? Feel this body.”

“I find you pretty attractive myself but, Wooyoung really likes you and i couldn’t do that to him,” San said with his words but his body welcomed her touch.

She ran her right hand down over his abs making her way to the large bulge in his pants and lightly squeezed, “you didn’t think about that when you tried to sleep with me last time we were in a room like this.”

“That was then and this is now,” San argued. “I can’t do that to Woo.”

“Hmmm,” Y/N smirked, “I wonder what our good friend Wooyoung would think about you trying to fuck his girl while he was unconscious after his surgery. Maybe, I should fill him in on that fun fact.”

“You can’t tell him that,” San ordered. “It will kill him.”

“The truth will set you free, Mr. San,” Y/N smiled. “And to be honest, I’d feel alot better about myself if I came clean to him.”

Rage overtook San’s body, a feeling that he had trouble controlling. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his hands around Y/N’s throat squeezing. “I will fucking kill you, bitch,” he snarled.

“Oh yesss, daddy,” Y/N managed to get out as she squeezed his dick with one hand and jammed her nails into his back.

San continued to squeeze her throat for a few seconds until reality sunk in, he quickly released her, “what the fuck am I doing?” he asked himself while looking at his hands.

“Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked between breaths, “things were just starting to get good.”

“You’re sick,” San announced before racing out of the room, leaving Y/N in the empty hospital room, alone.

“This sucks,” Y/N said to herself, “Nobody wants to play today.”

She regained her composure and happily skipped out of the room and down the hallway with another plan in her head. She made her way to the elevator and took it down to the basement. Y/N took Wooyoung’s phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Yunho.

Y/N: Let’s play a game

YUNHO: What game?

Y/N: Hide and seek

YUNHO: Here?

Y/N: I’m currently laying somewhere special. I’m surrounded by a lot of people who are unable to breathe. I’m cold and naked and waiting for you to warm me up.

YUNHO: but you’re breathing

Y/N: I’ll hold my breath

YUNHO: I WILL FIND YOU

Y/N placed the phone back into her pocket and entered a room labeled ‘morgue’. She took her clothing off, only leaving her bra and panties on and laid on top of a cold metal table, patiently waiting for her playmate.

It felt like an eternity until the door opened and Yunho silently entered. His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N laying still on the table. She didn’t look up, or move in the slightest trying to keep the moment alive.

Yunho crept over and caressed her cheek, “damn it,” he snarled, “this won’t work.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, exhaling slowly, “oh my fucking god, why not?”

“You’re not cold enough,” Yunho announced.

“Damn it, Yunho,” Y/N snarled. “Can’t you just pretend I’m colder?”

“I never had sex with a person who had normal body temperature, I don’t know if I can do it,” he explained.

“Come here,” Y/N said, signaling him to come closer with the movement of her index finger.

He leaned down closer to her face, staring at her wide eyed, not blinking once.

She grabbed his hand, placing it onto her breast, “do you like this?”

Yunho nodded with an eerie smile on his face. She moved his hand down her body and placed it on her panties. “Do you like this?” she asked.

Yunho nodded again. He pulled his hand back and removed his jacket, tossing it onto the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around her neck. “I’m gonna have to try to kill you,” Yunho announced. 

“Try?” Y/N repeated.

“I fucking told you that I would never actualy kill you on purpose,” Yunho yelled getting very pissed.

“Oh yea that's right,” Y/N nodded a little confused but decided to go along with his plan out of complete boredom.

“You need to fight a little,” Yunho ordered as he started twisting the shirt as a tourniquet to constrict her breathing. “Then stop and lay fucking still. GOD DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING HOT!”

“Stop it,” Y/N pretended to scream, “you’re hurting me.”

Yunho smacked her face, “Shut the fuck up, slut,” he snarled as he continued to twist the shirt.

Y/N was able to feel Yunho’s excitement from the situation developing in his pants so she pretended to fight him a little longer to make sure he would be at the point of no return. Once there was no longer a doubt that he was fully excited she closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side.

Yunho unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He ripped her panties off with his hands like a rapid beast. He pulled her limp body to the edge of the metal table and forced himself inside of her, deeply thrusting inside. He leaned down and bit Y/N’s chest, above her breast leaving blood dripping out off his lips. She screamed out from the pain. 

“Shut up, dead bitches don’t yell,” Yunho snarled, pushing Y/N’s head down against the metal table. He continued thrusting in and out, his breathing becoming more and more intense, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out and busted his load over her stomach.

“Fuck,” he yelled throwing his head back. “That was almost better than fucking an actual dead bitch.”

Y/N smirked at him, as she sat up, “Eh, it was ok,” she said.

“We will be doing that again,” he announced.

“We’ll see,” Y/N smiled. “You didn’t have to rip my fucking underwear though. How am I going to explain that one to Woo?”

“Oh shit,” Yunho gulped. “I forgot about him.”

“And you get the award for best friend,” Y/N laughed as she wiped his cum off of her stomach then proceeded to get dressed. “Well, it’s been fun but I think I’m gonna go back to the waiting room.”

“Don’t tell anyone we did that,” Yunho ordered.

“I won’t mention it,” Y/N shrugged. “For now.”

Yunho stared, blankly as she exited the room, leaving him in his happy place.

She went back to the elevator. Once the door opened she walked inside and pressed the floor number that the waiting room was on. The elevator started going up but stopped on another floor and a man wearing a mask walked inside. He pressed a floor number then leaned against the wall.

Y/N looked down at her phone as she felt something being placed over her nose and mouth, everything started to become dizzy. Her eyes became harder and harder to keep open and she lost control of her body. Everything went dark….

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Yn blinked her eyes, looking around in confusion. Her head was throbbing and everything still felt dizzy. She attempted to sit up but banged her head on something hard. She looked around and realized she was inside a small cage meant for a dog. Slight panic shot through her body as she scrambled, realizing she had no clothes on and there appeared to be no way of escaping.

“It’s about time that you’re awake,” yugyeom said, entering the room.

Y/N attempted to raise her head but once again banged it onto the top of the hard metal cage causing the man to laugh in response.

“Bitches should always be stored in their proper habitat,” a woman said upon entering the room.

Y/N turned her head to look at the man and the woman standing before her, evilly smiling down in response.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N growled, rolling her eyes.

“What?” Sunmi shrugged, “don’t you like your new living conditions?”

“Why don’t you just kill me?” Y/N snarled. “Stop being a fucking pussy and just get the job done right.”

“Tsk tsk, princess,” Sunmi snickered. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Bam bam skipped into the room with a smile on his face, “it’s a family reunion,” he sang, “and it seems to be quite the happy one as well.”

“Fuck you,” Y/N growled. “I don’t know why you couldn’t just let me stay with them, you got what the fuck you wanted.”

“And what did I want exactly?” Sunmi asked, cocking her head to look at Y/N.

“You know that father wanted me to take over the family business so you had to get rid of me because you just couldn’t stand the fact that he always loved me more than you,” Y/N spit as she punched the cage full of rage.

“Wrong choice of words, bitch,” Sunmi snarled as she flipped a switch on the wall sending electric waves into the cage causing an electric shock to go throughout Y/N’s body. After a few seconds of the electrocution, Sunmi turned the switch off and started laughing.

Blood dripped out of Y/N’s nose, falling onto her thigh. She looked up at her sister, smiling creepily, “it’s the perfect friday night for me sis, but usually I like dinner and a few drinks before we have this much fun.”

Sunmi smiled before flipping the switch, this time shocking her sister for a few seconds longer. 

“You always were such a troubled young lady,” Sunmi smirked, turning the switch off. “But I’m gonna try to fix you, little sis.”

“And I’m gonna cut your fucking head off and feed it to all your little fuck boy minions!” Yn screamed as she got shocked again. 

Sunmi turned to look at yugyeom, “if she says anything at all, shock her.”

Yugyeom nodded with full obedience as he watched his boss leave the room. 

“Oh by the way, YN, I missed having you around,” Sunmi laughed until she was completely out of sight. 

“This isn’t right, yugyeom, you know who the rightful boss is supposed to be,” yn pleaded, causing him to do as he was ordered and turn the switch on for a few seconds. 

Bam bam walked over to the cage, smiling creepily, “we could pour water on her first and then shock her, that’ll really speed shit up,” he suggested. 

“That’ll kill her,” yugyeom replied, without any emotion. 

“And?” Bam bam asked. “She deserves whatever she gets.”

“Damn it bam bam just go away,” yugyeom snarled. 

“You never let me have any fun,” bam bam pouted as he walked out of the room. 

Yugyeom walked over to the cage, opening the door. Yn smiled but was too weak from the shock treatment that she was unable to properly crawl out. 

“You’ve always been so weak,” he laughed bending down beside her. 

Yugyeom reached into his pocket, pulling out a leather collar connected to a leash and secured it around her neck.

“A bitch needs to learn to walk on a leash properly too,” he laughed yanking her out of the cage. “Now be a good bitch and bark for me.”

“Fuck you,” yn growled still unable to hold her own weight up off the ground. 

“Fuck me?” He growled grabbing her by the hair and throwing her face first onto the sofa. “I plan on it.”

“Yugyeom no,” yn begged still lacking the strength to properly defend herself. 

“You never said no to me before,” he announced as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles. “Now be a good little bitch and listen to your master.”

“Please don’t,” yn pleaded. 

“What’s going on in here,” a man said from the door way. 

Yn tried to turn her head to see who was talking. She knew the voice but was unsure from where. All her memories and thoughts were feeling fuzzy again. They were starting to feel the way they did when hongjoong first kidnapped her. Yugyeom held yn’s head still making it impossible for her to look. 

“This doesn’t concern you,” yugyeom growled. 

“Please help me,” yn begged. 

“Dude this ain’t cool,” the man argued. “You can’t do this to her.”

Yugyeom reached down and grabbed the Glock that he strapped to his leg and aimed it at the man attempting to intervene. 

“And who’s gonna stop me?” Yugyeom smirked. 

“Ok ok,” the man nodded, throwing his hands in the air and slowly backing out of the room. 

Yugyeom turned his attention back to the woman who still had no control or strength to defend herself. “Where were we?” He asked. 

He started pulling his boxers down, and adjusted himself at her ass. 

“Are you really gonna do this without lube?” Yn whimpered. 

“You don’t deserve lube, bitch,” he snarled. “You should just be honored that I'm putting myself into you at all.”

“Get off her,” another man’s voice sounded out from the doorway behind them. 

“Jackson, go away,” yugyeom growled, not turning his head to look at his colleague. “You need to go back to bed.”

Jackson cocked the weapon that he pointed at yugyeoms head. “I’m not playing with you, now get the fuck off her or I will kill you.”

Yugyeom huffed as he released yn from his grip. He pulled his pants up and turned to leave the room. 

Yn slid down onto the floor, helplessly laying naked. She saw Jackson and someone standing behind him. The man was too short for her to see. 

Jackson took his shirt off exposing his bandaged torso, he bent down and removed the leash and collar off of yn. He assisted her so she could put the shirt on. 

“I’m really sorry, yn but you gotta get back into that cage,” jackson whispered. 

“Please don’t put me in there,” yn pleaded. 

“I have to,” Jackson sighed. “If I don’t she’ll kill both of us.”

“But Jackson I love you,” she lied, “I’m sorry about everything. Please you and I can make this work. Just don’t put me in there.”

“I’m so sorry yn,” he repeated. 

“You should have just died,” yn snarled crawling into the cage. 

Jackson didn’t respond as he closed the cage door and locked it. “I know you’re just saying that because you’re not getting your way. But I will win your heart back.”

“I have to go lay down,” Jackson said to the other man. “You watch her for now. Make sure she doesn’t try to get out,”

Yn looked over, shocked when she finally saw the small man who was standing behind Jackson. 

“Ten?” Yn asked. 

Yunho returned to the waiting room where everyone was sitting in silence. Everyone but yn. He didn’t want to ask because it might be obvious. He attempted to keep yn and his magical moment between them, for now. He took a seat next to Mingi who appeared to be sleeping. 

“What were you doing?” Mingi asked with his eyes still closed and head resting on the wall behind him. 

“Nothing. Why would I be doing anything. What do you even mean?” Yunho blubbered. 

“You have that creepy smile on your face that you get,” Mingi pointed out. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Yunho said, trying to stop the ‘creepy smile’ from overtaking his face. 

“Whatever dude,” Mingi sighed. “You can be so weird sometimes .”

Yunho leaned back and thought about his new dirty little secret. He could feel the cold floor beneath his feet, the cold metal table underneath yn as she laid there helplessly. He could feel the sensation of her life draining from her body as he twisted his shirt harder and harder using his makeshift tourniquet. And he could smell the death that was all around him. The excitement started to build up in his pants again and that evil smile started to creep onto his face without him knowing. 

“What the fuck did you do?” San snarled. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Yunho snapped. 

“Were you in the morgue?” Seonghwa growled, slightly irritated. 

“Uh no,” yunho stuttered. “Why would you ask that? I’d have no reason to go in there. That’s just crazy.”

“Oh my god,” Wooyoung huffed, “where the fuck is she?”

He stood up and stormed out of the waiting room. 

“What’s with him?” Yunho asked innocently. 

“Yn went to get a drink and hasn’t come back yet,” Seonghwa explained. 

“Oh,” yunho sighed not knowing what to say. 

A few minutes later Wooyoung re entered the room “she’s no where on this floor. I think something happened to her.”

“Wooyoung just sit down,” San demanded. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Wooyoung reached into his pocket for his phone, “my phone is gone,” he announced. “I bet she has it. Yeosang track my phone.”

“No,” Yeosang muttered not looking up from his laptop. 

Wooyoung pulled his gun out of his waistband and pointed it at the boy, “TRACK MY FUCKING PHONE NOW” he growled as the red glint returned to his eyes. 

Yeosang smirked, slowly raising a gun he had stashed in his waistband, “fuck you. Do it your god damned self!”

Seonghwa stood up, “both of you knock it the fuck off now!” He growled. “Put those weapons away before the cops are called.”

Both boys hesitated but ultimately listened to their boss. 

“She has been gone an awful long time,” Seonghwa sighed looking at the clock hanging on the wall by the entrance of the room. 

“Who cares?” San whispered. 

“Who said I care?” Yunho panicked. “I don’t care.”

“Yeosang track woos phone,” Seonghwa ordered, ignoring yunhos outburst. 

Yeosang exhaled a long breath before he started typing away on his laptop. “Mmm that’s weird,” yeosang said. 

“What?” Wooyoung panicked. “What’s weird?”

“Your phone is showing up in the evergreen forest,” yeosang said. 

“What the fuck is she doing there?” Mingi asked. “It’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Someone took her,” Wooyoung said. “She would never leave me on her own.”

San gently rubbed Wooyoung’s back, “bro she might have decided to go home.”

“I'M GOING TO GO GET HER,” Wooyoung snarled. 

Seonghwa nodded, “San you go with him, make sure he doesn’t end up killed.”

San and Wooyoung exited the waiting room as a doctor entered. 

Seonghwa stood up, holding his breath, anticipating the likelihood that bad news was coming. 

“How is he doctor?” Seonghwa asked. 

“He pulled through,” the doctor said. “He’s awake for now.”

“Oh thank god,” Seonghwa exhaled a sigh of relief. “Can I see him?”

“Yes but there’s something you should know,” the dr said. “He doesn’t know who he is.”

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♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟹 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟻♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺 : 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜

Seonghwa walked into jonghos room, anticipating the worst. Jongho laid still on the line bed, hooked up to every machine imaginable. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times before speaking, “who are you?”

“I’m your brother,” Seonghwa sighed as a tear ran down his cheek. 

“I doubt I’d have a brother who would cry like a bitch.” Jongho huffed reclosing his eyes again. 

Seonghwa ignored the rude comment, understanding that normally jongho wouldn’t dare to spew such disrespect. 

“How are you feeling?” Seonghwa asked, sitting in the chair next to jonghos bed. 

“I feel better than I ever felt in my life,” jongho snarled, not opening his eyes. “What kind of stupid fucking question is that? I’m in a hospital from what I’m not really sure of but how the fuck do you think I feel?”

Seonghwa bit his lower lip in frustration, trying to keep his patience for his belligerent brother in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Do you remember anything?”

“All I know is some dumb bitch shot herself and I was blamed,” jongho said. 

Seonghwa shook his head but didn’t respond. Thoughts raced through his mind. Wild thoughts, things that were only seen in movies. 

“If that’s all you have to say,” jongho started. “I think I’d like to go to sleep.”

Seonghwa wasn’t ready to leave, he wanted to stay with jongho to watch over him and protect him. Help him get his memory back but knew he shouldn’t push the indignant person before him. 

“I’ll be back soon,” Seonghwa sighed as he exited the room. 

“Please don’t,” jongho yelled out. 

Seonghwa walked into the lounge where everyone was waiting his return. 

“How is he?” Hongjoong asked. 

“He’ll get there,” Seonghwa said. “Any word from woo or San?”

“They found his phone,” yeosang nodded, “but no y/n.”

“Tell them to meet us at the house,” Seonghwa ordered leading everyone out of the lounge. “Shits about to get real.”

“Ten?” Yn asked. 

“No,” ten said. “Don’t say my name.”

“Get me out of here,” yn pleaded. 

“I can’t,” ten sighed. 

“Come on pleeeaaseeee,” yn begged. 

“Look you can’t act like you know me,” ten whispered. 

“Just help me,” yn urged. “They’re gonna kill me.”

“Yes we probably will,”Mark said, entering the room. “But until then we’re gonna have some fun.”

“You two seem awfully friendly,” jb announced, cocking his head to examine both ten and yn. 

“She was just begging me to let her out,” ten explained. 

“Is that so?” Mark raised an eyebrow. 

“Pull the switch,” jb ordered. 

“But..” ten started. 

“Prove your fucking loyalty to se7en,” mark growled. “Let the bitch burn.”

Ten took a deep breath before turning the switch on, shocking Y/N. After a few seconds he turned it off and smiled at JB and Mark, “I have no connection with her.” 

“Do it again,” jb ordered coldly. 

“But I just shocked her,” Ten argued. 

“And I said to do it again,” JB snapped, reaching for the Glock that he had stashed in his waistband. 

Ten hesitated but ultimately turned the switch on, once again electrocuting Y/N.  He started to turn the switch off when JB pulled his gun out of his waistband, aiming it at Ten, “I didn’t say to turn it the fuck off.”

“It’s gonna kill her,” Ten argued.

“I don’t give a fuck,” JB snarled, “but you’re starting to show that you do.”

“Maybe we should put you into that cage with her,” Mark added. “Two dead bitches in one cage would be a lot more fun that just one,” 

Ten didn’t say anything, he could only watch on in disbelief, disgust, and a little horror. 

JB turned to look at Ten, “go ahead turn it off. I think she had enough, for now.”

Ten nodded and turned the switch off as quickly as he could. He turned to see Y/N barely moving and instinctively wanted to run over to her but restrained himself.

“I guess you’re not that close to her,” Mark laughed.  

Y/N slightly raised her head and spit out a mouthful of blood before speaking, “you will all fucking die a slow painful death for this.”

JB kicked the side of the cage knocking it over onto its side, flinging Y/N onto her back. “I want to watch your face this time,” he snarled before turning the switch on again, smiling while watching her contort in pain from the further electrocution.  When he finally turned the switch off, Y/N didn’t move, steam coming off of her exposed skin and blood dripped down from her nose onto the floor.

“I’m hungry,” JB said to Mark, “we should get some fried chicken.”

“Oooh yea, I could eat some chicken,” Mark nodded with a huge smile on his face. “You hungry, Ten?”

“Yea sure,” Ten lied, trying to conceal the concern he was actually feeling. 

“Come on,” JB ordered, leaving the room. “I think she’ll be napping for a while. We’ll check on her after we eat.”

Ten and Mark followed him out of the room to go get some food.

Hours went by, bringing darkness unto the world. There was no light in Y/N’s torture chamber, only darkness engulfed the room. Y/N laid helpless, unable to move, barely breathing and unaware of her surroundings. 

“London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down,” Y/N sang to herself softly staring into the dark abyss that seemed to engulf the room, “london bridge is falling down…my fair lady.”

The cage door opened up and she felt strong hands grab onto her torso, yanking her out of the cage. She was pulled out onto the cold cement floor like a rag doll. “Come on, we gotta go.” a man whispered as he pulled her off the ground and threw her over his shoulder.

She was unsure who the man was, or where he was taking her, but anything was better than being in that torture chamber. The man carried her through a long hallway leading to a door that went outside. He ran with her still thrown over his shoulder into the nearby forest. Y/N was content dangling behind him. She fiddled with his white shirt, staining it with the dried blood from her hands. 

They reached a street where a car was waiting. The man threw Y/N into the trunk and slammed the door shut before getting inside the car and it sped away. There was no panic left in her, no room for concern. She traced the outline of the roof of the trunk with her finger.

“Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes ashes, we all fall down,” she peacefully sang to herself. She continued to sing the same song over and over until she could no longer keep her eyes open. She fell victim to the sandman’s cruel tricks and dozed off into a deep slumber.

The car came to a sudden halt and the trunk opened, exposing an unconscious Y/N.

“You brought a broken hostage?” a man snarled. “What the fuck good is this gonna do us?”

“She’s been through a lot,” another man stated. “She’ll be fine.”

He reached inside the trunk, picked Y/N up and carried her bridal style inside of an abandoned building. He placed Y/N down onto the only item in the room, a dirty mattress.

He gently shook Y/N attempting to wake her from her slumber. “Y/N wake up,” he whispered.

She slowly opened her eyes, “where am I?” she asked.

“Some place special,” he smiled. “But you won’t be electrocuted here.”

“Don’t I know you?” she asked.

“It’s me, Ten,” he cocked his head, confused. 

“Oh yeah that’s right,” Y/N blinked.  “Are you taking me home?”

“Hopefully,” Ten nodded. 

“What does that mean?” Y/N asked.

“We’ll just have to wait and see who is willing to pay the most for the ‘princess of the mob’,” another man announced, entering the room with a creepy smile on his face.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟻 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟺 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟼♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 : 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚋

“We’ll just have to wait and see who’s willing to pay the most to keep the ‘princess of the mob’ alive,” the man said with an evil smirk on his face. 

“Who's the ‘princess of the mob’?” Y/N asked, confused.

“She’s not too smart is she?” the man asked Ten.

“What is going on?” Y/N asked. “I deserve some answers.”

“I’ll tell you what the fuck you deserve!” the man snarled.

“Kun,” Ten interrupted. “This isn’t her fault, she went through an awful lot at Se7en’s, just give her some time to get her senses back.”

“Since when are you sympathetic with a hostage,” Kun snarled. 

“Just knock it off,” Ten huffed. “Or I’m gonna call him and let him know what you’re doing.”

“You wouldn’t,” Kun cocked his head.

“I need to see him anyways,” Ten smiled, taking his phone out of his pocket. “I might as well fill him in on how you’re acting too.”

Kun walked over to Ten, gently placing a strand of his long black wavy hair behind his ear, “you don’t have to call him when I’m here.”

A touch of crimson appeared on Ten’s cheeks, “you never told me that you were interested in me like that,” he smiled looking down at the floor like a shy teenager in love.

Kun ran his hand down Ten’s face, lightly caressing his cheek, running it along his jawline until Kun reached Ten’s neck. He positioned his hand forcefully around Ten’s skinny neck, squeezing it harshly, “I’m not fucking interrested in having my dick sucked by someone like you.” he spit, continuring to squeeze while he grabbed Ten’s phone with his free hand. “If you ever threaten me with Taeyong again, I will not stop.” Kun released him, leaving Ten rubbing his neck while gasping for air. He took Ten’s phone and threw it against the wall, shattering it into little pieces.  

Kun turned his gaze onto Y/N who was still sitting on the dirty, blood stained mattress, trying to piece together the current situation. Nothing was making sense to her though, everything felt like a giant haze and she couldn’t connect any dots.  

He walked over to Y/N grabbing a handful of hair, forcing her to look up at him, “I can see why everyone seems to fall for you, you’re fairly easy on the eyes,” Kun smirked. “Maybe you and I should have some fun later. I like to try out all the toys first.”

“Ummm,” Y/N started.

Kun pulled her hair, raising Y/N up off of the mattress, “say ‘yes daddy. Anything you like, daddy’,” he ordered with nothing but rage in his eyes and voice alike.

“Yes daddy,” Y/N whispered, “anything you like, daddy.”

Kun released her hair, dropping her down onto the bed, “such a pathetic whore,” he scoffed before slapping her face.

When Kun’s hand made contact with her cheek, her whole body flung backwards onto the bed. She grabbed her face with her own hands and whimpered, scared of what he would do next.

“Till next time,” Kun smiled. His smile slowly faded until he looked angry a few seconds later. “I have things to do,” he announced before spitting on her and then leaving the room.

Once he was completely out of sight, Y/N sat up, “what the fuck was that?” she asked Ten. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Don’t worry everything will be fine,” Ten said, trying to comfort Y/N.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Y/N whimpered. “I just want to go home to Seonghwa.”

“Seonghwa?” Ten repeated. “I thought you were with Wooyoung.”

“Who?” Y/N asked.

“Umm,” Ten hesitated. “You’ve been through an awful lot, maybe you need some sleep. Why don’t you take a little nap and I’ll bring you some food a little later.”

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, laying down on the dirty mattress and slowly closing her eyes.

Ten left the room, closing and locking the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone to get some rest.

Once everyone arrived at the mansion, all of the men went into Seonghwa’s office where he was patiently waiting at his desk.

“It’s about time you all got here,” Seonghwa snarled. “We have many problems on our hands.”

“We need to find Y/N,” Wooyoung interrupted. “She needs me.”

“Sit down, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa ordered.

The boy recognized that look on Seonghwa’s face and knew not to argue. He took a seat next to Mingi on one of the many sofas in the office.

“We will cover everything in this meeting,” Seonghwa continued. “But first things first, Se7en needs to pay for what they did to Jongho.”

“Did he say who shot him?” San asked.

“No, he has no memory. He was talking some gibberish about some bitch shooting herself and him getting blamed,” Seonghwa explained.

San and Wooyoung exchanged glances from across the room but looked away immediately to not draw attention to themselves.

“I’m pretty sure Jongho is mixing what happened to his father and what happened to him up but, he will regain his memory and we will find out the whole truth,” Seonghwa announced. “I am pretty certain that is where Y/N is.”

“They had to have kidnapped her from the hospital,” Wooyoung blurted out.

“I don’t know about that,” Hongjoong argued. “She likes to play games and maybe she just decided to go home.”

“This is her fucking home,” Wooyoung yelled.

“Wooyoung, stop letting your emotions take control,” Seonghwa ordered. “We have to look at this reasonably. She might have gone back on her own, we don’t know.”

Yeosang looked up from the laptop that was placed on his lap before him, “she didn’t leave on her own,” he announced.

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang stood up and carried his laptop over to Seonghwa, placing it onto his desk in front of him.

“I hacked the hospital’s security. I tracked all of her whereabouts after she left the waiting room. Here she is on the elevator and this is where another man entered with her,” Yeosang explained. “And just watch the rest for yourself.”

“Who is that?” Seonghwa asked. “Can you enhance the video at all so we can get a better look at the man in the mask?”

“I can try,” Yeosang nodded, taking his laptop back to his seat.

“Where was she at?” Mingi asked. “Because the vending machine room was on the same floor as our waiting room.”

“I don’t know who I mean WHAT she was doing,” Yunho said. “Stop looking at me like that Mingi or I’ll carve your eyeballs out of your head.”

“I wasn’t even looking at you,” Mingi argued. “I was actually trying to catch a pokemon.”

“You think I did something, well I didn’t do anything,” Yunho snapped. “I like dead bitches.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” San snarled. 

“I don’t care what she was doing, I just want to know where she is,” Wooyoung said as his voice cracked.

Everyone’s phone dinged with a message from Yeosang, “this is the enhanced photo of the man in the elevator. This is the best I can do,” Yeosang explained.

The men opened their photo message up, examining the picture closely.

“Thats Kim Yugyeom,” Hongjoong announced. “He’s the man that came up to Y/N when I had her out shopping when we first brought her here.”

“That’s final,” Seonghwa snarled. “Tomorrow we will be paying them a visit.”

“Why wait till tomorrow? We should go tonight,” Wooyoung demanded.

“I hate to say this but Woo’s right, god only knows what they are doing to her there,” Mingi sighed.

“I said tomorrow. DAMN IT,” Seonghwa slammed his hand down onto his desk making everyone jump by the loud noise it made once his fist made contact with the wood. “We’re down a man so we have to make sure we properly plan this out.”

“That makes sense,” Hongjoong agreed. “Jongho does come in handy in these situations.”

“Everyone get some rest, meet back here at 4am for your orders,” Seonghwa ordered. “Now get out of my office.”

“Ok fine,” Yunho snapped, standing up. “I fucked someone in the morgue.”

Everyone turned to look at him, shocked by his sudden outburst.

“I’m tired of the accusations,” Yunho sighed. “I fucking did it. I fucked her.”

Y/N opened her eyes and attempted to bring her hand up to her face to rub her eyes with no avail. She panicked when she wasn’t able to move any of her limbs. She looked around the room and saw that she was no longer laying on the dirty mattress. She appeared to be in an entirely different room. Everything was covered in plastic wrap and she saw a man standing in the corner of the room with his back to her wearing a white lab coat.

Y/N attempted to speak but was only able to mumble, her speech seemed to be impaired. The man turned around and smiled. “Oh good morning beautiful,” he said, moving closer. “There’s no need to be scared, I’m a doctor.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟼 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟻 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟽♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼 : 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚗

“Good morning beautiful,” the man said, moving closer. “There’s no need to be scared, I am a doctor.”

Y/N attempted to speak but spit dribbled out from her lips instead. 

“Don’t worry, I sedated you so that you won’t feel any pain,” the man announced as he picked up a scalpel holding it over her face. He stared at Y/N for a few minutes before beginning to laugh, “but even with the sedation, you still will feel a good amount of this.”

Y/N gurgled trying to get some words out but with no success. 

“Look, if you want to communicate with me, blink once for yes and twice for no,” the man smiled. “There's solutions for every problem in this world, you just gotta look for them.”

Y/N blinked once then stared at the man to see what he was going to say next.

“Do you want to know what fun we’re going to have here?” he asked.

Y/N blinked once.

“Well, originally I was going to attempt to switch your heart out with a pigs to see if it worked but Kun told me no. He said he’s not ready for you to die yet.” the man frowned for a second then immediately smiled, “but then he said he needs a body part removed to send as proof of having you.”

Y/N blinked twice in a panic. She attempted to scream but only more drool dribbled down her chin. 

“I was examining this beautiful body of yours,” the man said as he gently rubbed the scalpel down Y/N’s torso. The cold metal of the blade sent shivers through her body. “And then I saw this,” he pushed the point of the scalpel into Y/N’s lower abdomen where Seonghwa’s name was tattooed.  “This is unacceptable.” he scowled.

The man bent down and licked the blood that was dripping out of the wound from the scalpel. “We can’t have any blood yet, in case YangYang comes in for a little peek a boo.” he started laughing.

Y/N looked up at the man standing before her as a tear streamed down her cheek. “Oh don’t cry beautiful, this will be over soon,” he comforted, gently rubbing her cheek. “And atleast you’re gonna be alive after its over. See you gotta look at the positives.”

Y/N blinked once.

“I will not cut off your fucking hands,” the man yelled enraged. 

Y/N stared with wide eyes, unsure where that comment came from.

The man started laughing “unless you want me to.”

Y/N quickly blinked twice, waited a few seconds and blinked twice again.

The plastic moved and a younger looking man entered the room. 

“What are you doing in here, xiaojun?” The boy asked. 

Xiaojun turned around to look at him, “Yang Yang go away.”

“Oh my god, this is where she is,” yangyang sighed running over to yn laying on the table. “Hey baby. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Jesus fucking Christ stop saying that!” Xiaojun yelled looking at the wall. 

Yn looked at yangyang with fear in her eyes, trying to beg for help but still unable to speak. 

“What are you doing to her,” yangyang snapped standing up to look at xiaojun. 

“Kun said he needs something for proof that we have her so I’m getting him that,” xiaojun explained. “Now get out of here.”

“I will see you soon,” yangyang smiled. “I promise.”

Xiaojun started laughing “or stay, I like an audience.”

Xiaojun walked over to a stereo that was sitting in the corner of the room. He pressed a button and classical music started to play. He picked up his scalpel and started dancing around the room freely waving the medical equipment around as though it was a prop. He started slow dancing with an imaginary person before stopping and pretending to crush that person's skull. 

“Time to start,” he announced. 

Yangyang leaned down and kissed Yn on the cheek, “i will get my surprise ready for you and after you and Dr. Xiaojun are done having your fun, you can come get my surprise.”

Yn blinked repeatedly, in a state of panic, hoping she could deter the younger boy to stay and help her. 

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT?!?” xiaojun yelled staring at his hands. 

Yangyang laughed, while staring at yn still frantically blinking, “he’s so funny sometimes. You two are going to have so much fun.”

Xiaojun walked over to the bed where yn laid helplessly.

“Alright,” he announced, “let’s make you even more gorgeous.”

Yangyang got up and headed towards the entrance of the room, “I just hope you’ll like my present as much as you like this,” he stated, walking out of the room. 

Xiaojun traced yn’s body with the scalpel, barely making contact with her skin. Yn winced at the anticipation of what was coming. 

Xiaojun stared at her tattoo, eyes coldly locked onto the name, concentrating on all the curves and details. He took his index finger and traced the lettering then lowered his head and retraced it again using his tongue. 

“Once this nasty thing is off your body, I want to see you trace this with your tongue too,” xiaojun informed, not looking at her for a response. 

He started to hum as he slowly inserted the scalpel into yn’s lower abdomen. He slowly dragged the knife down then made a 90 degree turn and carved along the bottom of the writing in a straight line. 

Despite being sedated yn could feel the incision, but was unable to move or scream out in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes until they could no longer be contained. They streamed down her cheeks until she passed out. 

The clock struck 4 and everyone made their way into Seonghwas office. He was sitting on his desk, smoking a cigar, in the dark. 

“Ok boss man what’s the plan?” Mingi asked 

“We’re going to go to se7en’s place and kill as many as those mother fuckers as we can and bring yn home,” Seonghwa growled before taking a sip of the glass of whiskey he had sitting on the desk next to him. 

“But I thought we weren’t just going to go in there and start killing all reckless and shit,” San said. 

“We’re not,” Seonghwa snapped. “We’re gonna be in the front causing a distraction while you and Wooyoung sneak in the back, unnoticed.”

“What kind of distraction?” San asked.

“Leave that to us,” Seonghwa smirked.

They all gathered their things together and headed over to the main mansion of Se7en.

San and Wooyoung went a different route, parked their vehicle a few blocks away and walked to the mansion. 

Seonghwa got out of the vehicle waiting for yunho to work his magic. Yunho exited the vehicle and with a smile he pulled the pin out of the mini grenade he was holding and threw it at the mansion causing a minor explosion. 

Jb, bambam, and mark ran out the front door with their guns in hand. 

“Hand her the fuck over,” Seonghwa growled. 

“You didn’t have to wreck our place,” jb snapped. “You could have just asked nicely.”

“The time for pleasantries is over,” Seonghwa snarled. 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” mark scoffed. 

“Jokes on you fuckers,” Mingi laughed “we don’t wear panties.”

Mingi looked at Hongjoong proudly and nudged him, “did you hear that one?” he asked.

“Yea, good one man,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

“Enough fucking around,” Seonghwa snapped. “Give us Y/N!”

“You got here too late, she’s gone,” BamBam smiled.

“Oh my god,” Mingi said, exhaling slowly. “They already killed her.”

“We didn’t get the chance to kill the bitch,” JB snapped. “She was taken before we got there.”

Seonghwa pulled his gun out of his holster, aiming it at JB’s head, “call her a bitch again and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

San and Wooyoung entered the back door and crept throughout the house. They made their way into the basement and found the empty cage.

Wooyoung frantically searched around the room, finding Y/N’s clothing thrown in the corner of the room. “She was here,” he announced, smelling her clothing.

“What do we have here?” Yugyeom asked, entering the room with his gun drawn and pointed at Wooyoung. “I don’t think you were invited.”

“Where is Y/N?” Wooyoung asked.

Yugyeom took a few steps closer to Wooyoung, unaware of San’s presence in the room.  

“You don’t get to ask the questions here,” Yugyeom smirked, cocking his gun. “This is my playground.”

San whipped Yugyeom’s head from behind with the butt of his pistol, knocking Yugyeom onto the floor. 

San laughed, “looks like it's our playground now.”

Yugyeom rubbed his head and snarled, “go fuck yourself.”

Wooyoung walked over and kicked Yugyeom in the ribs, “where the fuck is Y/N?”

“Before or after I fucked her?” Yugyeom asked with a smirk on his face.

Wooyoung kicked him in his ribs again. “She wouldn’t do that to me.”

Yugyeom curled up in the fetal position, he opened his mouth to speak but spit out blood before he was able to. “She couldn’t get enough of this big cock. She was begging for more.”

Wooyoung grabbed the gun he had stashed in his holster, pointed it at Yugyeom’s head and before he could say another word, Wooyoung pulled the trigger.

“I hate fucking liars,” Wooyoung snarled as he watched Yugyeom’s lifeless body slump onto the floor.

San smiled at Wooyoung, “I’m pretty sure I heard him say he shot Jongho too.”

“He didn’t say that,” Wooyoung said, confused.

“Oh my god, Woo, think about it,” San rolled his eyes. 

“I still don’t get it,” Wooyoung huffed.

“We’ll worry about that later, let’s search the rest of the house and get out of here before Yunho does the real damage,” San ordered.

San and Wooyoung went room to room searching for any member of Se7en and Y/N with no luck with either one.  They made their way out of the mansion, leaving out the back door. Informing Yeosang through their earpieces. 

“They’re out,” Yeosang said to the other guys who were still in front of the house. “House is cleared.”

An eerie smile crawled onto Yunho’s face as he retrieved a larger grenade from his pocket. “It’s time to shine,” he smiled.

“It’s been fun gentlemen,” Seonghwa said getting back into his vehicle, “we’ll be seeing you all soon.”

Yunho pulled the pin out of the grenade and threw it at the house, “Maybe I’ll come back for your bodies,” Yunho yelled before getting into the vehicle. 

The guys drove off as the grenade exploded causing a fiery inferno of the mansion.

Y/N opened her eyes, tears dried onto her cheeks. She was in excruciating pain on her abdomen. She noticed she was in a different room and Doctor Xiaojun didn’t seem to be in the room. She was positioned on a chair in a dark room. She attempted to move her legs but they were tied to the legs of the chair. Her arms appeared to be tied together too. But she was relieved that she regained her mobility. The door to the room opened and she realized she was stashed in a closet. She looked up and saw Yangyang’s smiling face.

“It’s about time you woke up, sleepy head,” he smiled. 

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked, panicked. 

“Oh how I missed hearing your voice,” Yangyang said, “i like to believe its what i will hear when I reach heaven’s gates.”

“That's sweet of you,” Y/N said, coldly. “But what’s going on now?”

Yangyang ignored her questioning as he dragged the chair that she was tied to out of the closet.

“We’re getting married,” Yangyang announced with a huge smile on his face. “Just like I always promised you.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟾♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 : 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎

“We’re getting married,” yangyang said with a smile on his face, “just like i always promised you.”

“What do you mean like you always promised me?” Y/N asked, trying to get off the chair.

“Ssshhhh,” Yang Yang said, putting his finger in front of her mouth. “Save that beautiful voice for the ceremony.”

“But I think I deserve to know what's going on.” Y/N argued.

Yang Yang’s smile dropped from his face as he stared coldly back at Y/N, “I’ll tell you what you fucking deserve.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed trying to appease the man who’s calm demeanor changed into something that appeared to be far more demonic. 

Y/N struggled, trying to move her legs, remembering they were still tightly tied to the chair legs, causing a stabbing pain in her abdomen. She winced in pain looking down to see blood soaking through the white gown that YangYang had her dressed in. 

“Oh dear,” YangYang smiled, “You seem to have made your wedding dress a little soiled.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said scared that he was going to become angry. 

“It’s ok, I like a little color,” YangYang smiled. “Maybe I should cut myself to add some coloring to my outfit too. That way we will match.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she stayed silent.

YangYang pulled his knife out of his pocket releasing the blade. He lifted his shirt exposing his chiseled abs and noticed Y/N silently staring. He took the blade of the knife gently tracing the outline of his abs while making eye contact with her. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N blushed, quickly turning away.

“It’s ok darling,” Yangyang smirked. “You’re supposed to find your husband to be sexy. Shit, I’d find me sexy if I was you.”

“If we’re gonna be married,” Y/N started. “You should probably untie me so I can at least touch you properly. You know the way a wife should touch her husband.”

“If I untie you and you try to run, I will have to break your legs,” YangYang smiled as he started untying the restraints on her legs and arms. “So please don’t make me do that.”

“I promise I won’t,” Y/N nodded.

Once her hands were released Y/N gently rubbed her wrists and legs then gently held her abdomen trying to release some of that pain as well. 

YangYang kneeled down in front of her and kissed her stomach where the blood was soaking through the dress. “Move your fucking hands,” YangYang snarled in his demonic voice forcing Y/N to listen without hesitation.

He rubbed his face over the blood stained dress. “This isn’t working,” he huffed getting frustrated. He grabbed the bottom of her dress, lifting it up exposing her lower body. “This is such a heavenly sight,” he breathed heavily. “The things we are going to do together get me so excited. Wait YangYang you need to focus. Do what’s right now.” He placed his face directly on the wound causing Y/N to wince from the pain. He pulled back and released her dress allowing it fall back down onto the floor. YangYang stood up with wet blood on his face, staring into her eyes and forcefully placed his lips against hers. She could feel his tongue trying to make its way into her mouth when she pulled away. He grabbed her right hand and placed in onto the bulge in his pants, “do you see what you fucking do to me?”

“Shouldn’t we wait till we're married?” Y/N panicked.

“I’m gonna cut myself and you’re gonna rub your face in it,” YangYang demanded with wide eyes. “DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING HOT!”

YangYang ripped his shirt open and ran the blade of his knife down his chest leaving an open wound with blood dripping down his chiseled body. He let out a moan of excitement as the blade cut through his skin. “Now put your face in that,” he ordered.

“Uhm,” Y/N hesitated. “I don’t know if I should. Don’t I have enough blood on me?”

“RUB YOUR FUCKING FACE IN MY BLOOD BITCH,” YangYang yelled, grabbing a handful of her hair forcing her head harshly against his chest. “Yea you like that shit you little fucking cunt.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she was afraid to argue or to do anything that he didn’t want her to do.

YangYang released her hair and turned to look at the corner of the room. His demeanor returned to the soft happy boy that he was when she first came in contact with him while she laid on the Doctors table.

“What?” YangYang said. “Ok, I understand.”

He turned back to look at Y/N and smiled, “Paster bearie said this isn’t appropriate behavior before the wedding.”

“Who?” Y/N asked not seeing anyone else in the room with them.

“He also said that you seem to be a bad influence on me and now he’s not sure if he’s ok with us getting married,” Yangyang announced. “You’re going to have to convince him that you want to be my wife.”

“What happens if I can’t,” Y/N asked.

“I’ll just have to kill you,” YangYang shrugged with a smile on his face.

Seonghwa patiently sat in his office, staring at his full glass of whiskey sitting on his desk in front of him. A knock sounded out from his door tearing him out of the trance that he appeared to be locked in.  

“Come in,” Seonghwa said, staring at his door, waiting to see which one of the boys came to him first.

The door slowly opened exposing Yeosang carrying his laptop.

“What do you need from me?” Yeosang asked before sitting on the chair directly in front of Seonghwa’s desk.

“That’s an interesting question,” Seonghwa smirked, before taking a long gulp from his glass of whiskey. “I have been thinking a lot and I was wondering if you still know how I feel about lying?”

Yeosang stared at his boss for a moment before speaking, “of course I do. Under no circumstances are we allowed to lie.”

“And what happens if you’re caught in a lie?” Seonghwa asked, treating the grown man sitting before him as though he was a child.

“It’s punishable by death,” Yeosang exhaled, slowly.

“Good,” Seonghwa smiled. “You remember.”

“What’s this about?” Yeosang asked, impatiently.

“I’ve been thinking and I feel like there are a few of you that are not being completely honest with me,” Seonghwa announced looking up from his desk. “And to be frank, it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“I haven’t lied at all,” Yeosang panicked, fully aware of the risks he was facing if he was caught in a lie.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa hummed. “I want to see the footage from the hospital.”

“I showed you that footage,” yeosang cocked his head.

“No,” Seonghwa slammed his fist down. “You showed me what you wanted to show me. I want to see all of Y/N’s movements from the time she left the waiting room until she was taken.”

“Well,” Yeosang sighed, “that might have been deleted by now.”

Seonghwa opened the top drawer of his desk, removed his pistol and laid it on the top next to his whiskey, facing the barrel towards the boy. “I have full faith in you that you will be able to find what I am asking.”

“Yes sir,” Yeosang sighed as he opened his laptop and started typing away.  

After a few minutes, Seonghwa started to get impatient, “well did you find it?”

“I’m telling you, it doesn’t really show anything,” Yeosang sighed still typing away.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Seonghwa growled. “Now show me everything.”

Yeosang placed his laptop onto the desk, facing the screen towards Seonghwa.

“Press play whenever you’re ready,” Yeosang ordered, returning to his seat in front of the desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before clicking on the button to start the video. He watched in silence as Y/N exited the waiting room and skipped down the hallway. He watched her get pulled into a room by San then San stormed out of the room shortly after. He continued to watch as Y/N continued to skip down the hallway towards the elevator. He saw her take an elevator down to the basement and head into the morgue. He continued to stare at the video, watching the doors of the morgue as nothing happened when the elevator door opened again, exposing Yunho who happily ran into the morgue, doors closing behind him. After what seemed to be an eternity, Y/N exited the morgue and happily skipped over to the elevator. Once Yugyeom got onto the elevator, Seonghwa paused the video.

“I want to see what happened in the morgue,” Seonghwa growled.

“There’s no cameras in there,” Yeosang said.

“Bullshit,” Seonghwa snapped, slamming his hand down onto his desk causing the younger boy to jump from the noise. “Those morgue techs have to be sick fucking freaks, I’m sure they have some form of cameras in there.”

“Seriously,” Yeosang argued. “I couldn’t find anything.”

Seonghwa smirked as he cocked his head to look at the boy who was staring back at him with a look of complete despair in his eyes. Seonghwa motioned with his pointer finger for the younger boy to come closer. Yeosang did as he was told and got up to walk over to Seonghwa’s desk.  Seonghwa grabbed yeosang’s hand, holding it flat on his desk, as he retrieved his butterfly knife out of his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, the blade was exposed. Seonghwa stabbed the desk in between two of Yeosang’s fingers causing the boy to yelp out of fear of what was coming.

“Are you sure you’re not lying to protect Yunho,” Seonghwa asked, pulling the knife back out from the desk and once again raising it again to stab the desk.

“I swear I’m not lying,” Yeosang pleaded. 

Seonghwa stabbed the desk again, grazing yeosang’s pinkie causing blood to drip out onto the desk.

“If you’re lying, I will cut your fucking hand off,” Seonghwa growled in a low almost demonic voice.

“I looked everywhere and I can’t see anything. I even tried to hack into the personal computers in the morgue to see if any videos were available and the only videos that I could locate are the ones they record during autopsies. But those cameras appear to be turned off all the other times,” Yeosang scrambled for words.

Seonghwa released his hand, “go get Yunho,” he commanded.

Yeosang backed away from Seonghwa’s desk, not taking his eyes off of the boss until he was completely out of the office. 

Yeosang returned a few minutes later with Yunho trailing behind. Seonghwa looked up from the glass of whiskey that he was concentrating on and smirked.

“Have a seat,” he commanded.

Yunho smiled, oblivious of what was coming.

“Would you like a drink, Yunho?” Seonghwa asked before finishing what was left in the glass that he was drinking.

“Yea sure,” Yunho smiled.

Seonghwa reached into the bottom desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of aged whiskey and an empty glass. He poured some whiskey in the empty glass, placing it at the edge of the desk for Yunho to grab and then refilled his own glass. He then replaced the whiskey bottle back inside the bottom drawer. Seonghwa took a long gulp from his glass while staring at Yunho.

“When we were at the hospital,” Seonghwa started, “what all did you do while the rest of us were sitting in the waiting room?”

“What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

“Exactly what I fucking said,” Seonghwa snapped. “WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING DOING IN THE MORGUE?”

“I found a girlfriend,” Yunho sighed.

“A girlfriend, huh?” Seonghwa cocked his head. “Do tell.”

“There’s nothing really to tell,” Yunho sighed. “I don’t have her anymore.”

“What do you mean?”Seonghwa asked.

“Well,” Yunho smiled looking down at his feet. “I owned her, everything was mine and now she’s gone.”

Before Seonghwa had time to ask a follow up question the door to his office flew open and Wooyoung entered with a package in his hand.

“This was delivered for you,” he explained, handing the package to Seonghwa.

“Thank you, Woo,” Seonghwa smiled, setting the package down on his desk.

“Are you going to open it?” Wooyoung asked.

“I will but we’re in the middle of something at the moment,” Seonghwa said. “You may leave again.”

“But…” Wooyoung continued.

“Fucking leave now,” Seonghwa snarled.

Wooyoung didn’t argue, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before speaking again, “please continue, Yunho.”

“That’s some pretty paper on that box,” Yunho announced, staring at the package sitting in front of Seonghwa. “I wish I would get presents in the mail. You’re so lucky.”

“Don’t focus on the package,” Seonghwa snapped. “Focus on what you were doing in the morgue.”

“Uhm how did you know I was in the morgue?” Yunho asked, confused.

“I know everything,” Seonghwa smirked. “Now tell me what you did.”

“That package is leaking,” Yunho announced with wide eyes. “It looks like blood.”

“I saw you and Y/N were in the morgue together, what happened,” Seonghwa asked while he started unwrapping the package that was sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yunho sighed.

“Jesus christ,” Yeosang blurted out. “Did you fuck Y/N or not?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Yunho said. “I can do whatever I want with her. I own her.”

“You son of a bitch,” Wooyoung yelled, kicking the door open with his pistol exposed and aimed at Yunho. “You fucking raped her you sick bastard!”

“She wanted it,” Yunho argued, pulling his gun out. “Fuck you!”

“Holy shit,” Seonghwa gasped, dropping something onto his desk, leaving his hands bloody, causing all three of the men to look at him.

“What is that?” Yeosang asked.

“I think it’s the tattoo of my name that was on Y/N,” Seonghwa gasped, staring at his hands.

Wooyoung dropped his gun, running over and retrieving the skin laying on the desk. “That is her tattoo,” he announced.

Seonghwa unfolded the paper that was attached to the skin and read its contents aloud, “We have Y/N. If you ever want to see her alive again we will need 1.5 million dollars. You will be hearing from us shortly with further instructions. Hugs and Kisses. ~W.”

“Who the fuck is W?” Wooyoung asked.

“Whoever it is,” Seonghwa snarled. “They are going to pay for this.”

Yunho continued to stare at the skin that was removed from Y/N, “could I keep that tattoo?” he asked. “It would go nice in my collection.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟾 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟽 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟿♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾 : 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

“Please don’t kill me,” Yn pleaded

“I really don’t want to but it’s ultimately up to Pastor Bearie,” yangyang smiled. 

“I don’t understand what you want me to do,” Y/N sighed.

YangYang’s smile dropped from his face as he stared at Y/N, coldly.

“WHY AREN’T YOU UNDERSTANDING THIS?!?!” he yelled.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” y/n winced, looking down her feet as a tear streamed down her face. 

Yangyang placed both hands on each of her shoulders forcing y/n to look him in the eyes. 

“There’s something wrong with you,” he snarled. “You used to be so much more fun. I think your new boyfriends ruined you.”

“I knew you before, didn’t I?” Yn asked. 

Yangyang grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the room he had set up for the wedding. 

“I don’t think I want you like this,” YangYang announced. “I’m gonna take you back to kun.”

“Please don’t take me to him,” y/n pleaded to deaf ears. 

YangYang pulled her down a long hallway when a door that they were passing opened slightly. 

“You can leave her in here, if you’re finished with her,” a man’s voice whispered from the dark room. 

Yangyang turned to look at where the voice was coming from. A smile crawled back onto his face. 

“Sure, take her,” YangYang said, pushing y/n towards the room. “She’s no fun anymore.”

Yangyang turned and headed back from the direction he came from. 

“Please don’t leave me,” Y/N begged. Y/N thought that sometimes the monster you know is better than the monster that you don’t.

The door creaked open, still not exposing anyone in the room.

“Come inside,” a man whispered.

Y/N weighed her options, she contemplated running but where would she go? She didn’t know the building that they had her in and there seemed to be more men every time she turned around. Therefore, the likelihood she would get caught if she ran was extremely high.

Y/N took a deep breath and reluctantly walked inside. Once her body was completely inside the room, the door slammed closed behind her. There was no light, just an abyss of cool darkness that engulfed her. It felt as though the darkness was trying to consume her soul, leaving her shivering in fear. She felt a prick in her neck, causing her body to become weak. Her knees gave out and she could feel her body drop but someone was there to catch her. Y/N laid helpless in his arms as he lightly caressed her hair.

“Sleep little princess, sleep,” the man whispered. “The bed bugs won’t bite while I’m here.”

Y/N tried to resist, she attempted to fight the urge to sleep. She fought with every fiber in her body until she wasn’t able to fight. Her will to live slowly seeped out of her body and she succumbed to her fate.

Seonghwa stood at his desk staring at his bloody hands, temporarily paralyzed. Tears formed in his eyes as visions flashed through his mind. Visions of torture and delusion. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong interrupted, entering the office.

“Someone has Y/N,” Yunho explained, still staring at the flap of skin that was removed from her body.

“What the hell is that?” Hongjoong asked.

“It’s her tattoo,” Yeosang responded, coldly.

“I have to shower,” Seonghwa stated, abruptly leaving the office and headed towards his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” Wooyoung snapped. “Shouldn’t we figure out what our plan of action is?”

“This is bullshit,” Yunho said, grabbing the skin and making his exit from the office.

“Wait,” Wooyoung yelled. “You can’t take that.”

Yunho ignored Wooyoung’s calls and continued to make his way to his own bedroom.

Yeosang silently got up and headed to his computer room to attempt to do some research of his own, leaving Hongjoong and Wooyoung alone in Seonghwa’s office.

“This is fucking bullshit,” Wooyoung snarled, walking around Seonghwa’s desk not taking his eyes off of the empty box.

“You need to calm down,” Hongjoong said.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I have to do,” Wooyoung snapped.

“Just hear me out,” Hongjoong said, remaining completely calm. “Nothing good comes out of harsh and rash decisions. Seonghwa knows that.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Wooyoung argued. “I never think about anything and it’s worked great for me so far.”

“No it really hasn’t,” Hongjoong declared. “Whether or not you care to admit it, Seonghwa seems to have real feelings for Y/N too.”

Hearing that from Hongjoong made Wooyoung stop circling the desk and stare at him with a look of death.

“What the fuck do you mean, he has real feelings for Y/N?” Wooyoung growled.

“I mean, he cares about her. For some unknown reason he seems to have a soft spot for the girl,” Hongjoong explained, trying to de-escalate the situation. 

“Mhm,” Wooyoung continued to glare.

“This is good though,” Hongjoong continued. “That means he is going to do everything in his power to bring her home safely.”

“But why isn’t he doing anything now,” Wooyoung asked in almost a whine.

“I’m sure he’s gonna come up with some sort of plan,” Hongjoong said. “Plus Jongho is supposed to be coming home tomorrow and he’ll be helpful with the execution.”

“Jesus christ,” Wooyoung exclaimed. “Jongho is coming home already!”

Seonghwa went into his bedroom and went straight into his private bathroom. He stripped down and got into a scorching hot shower. Y/N’s blood ran off his body turning the water going down the drain red. Tears started streaming down his face as though someone hit a switch. He was no longer able to control his emotions, nor did he want to. He missed Y/N, he missed everything about her. He missed her innocence, her sweetness, her touch of bad, the red glint that sometimes grazed her eyes, the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin and most of all he missed her smile and how she lit up when he would let his guard down and show her the real him. He made a vowel to himself, he will get her back no matter what it takes and this time he will never let her go again.

Y/N opened her eyes, once again unable to move. This time it was worse. She couldn’t even move her head, she was only able to look around with her eyes. The room was no longer a dark abyss. There she sat in a frilly pink dress at a table with two other women wearing similar looking frilly dresses. They looked like giant dolls. Their hair was perfectly groomed and their makeup matched a porcelain dolls.   There was a tea set in front of them and they all seemed to be strategically positioned to represent a tea party.

“Ooooooh,” WinWin screeched, “We can finally have our tea party.”

Y/N tried to turn her head to see who was speaking but was unsuccessful. 

The man came over and lightly touched her cheek with his finger. “I named you Arabelle and these are your new friends…Guinevere and Celestine. We are all going to be such good friends.”

Y/N was able to move her pinkie just a tiny bit. WinWin noticed, forcing his happy demeanor to change. He ran over to a table in the corner of the room and returned with a syringe.

“This won’t work,” WinWin stated injecting Y/N’s neck with the contents in the syringe forcing her to go back to sleep.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟿 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟾 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟶♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿 : 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, still paralyzed by whatever was injected into her neck. She was startled by a man who was kneeled down in front of her only inches to her face. She wanted to pull away but still wasn’t able to move anything but her eyes.

“Boo!” a man laughed, moving back an inch or two. 

The man had something on his face, resembling a mask but it looked like skin. Once he stepped back, Y/N was able to see WinWin busily brushing the blonde “doll”’s hair, happily humming in his own little world.

“Do you know who I am?” the man yelled. 

Y/N wasn’t able to respond so she continued to watch the nightmare unfold.

“I’m Youngjae,” the man snapped. “Don’t you recognize me?”

Y/N thought she knew a Youngjae. Well, the name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place from where. 

“He was one of your boyfriends from Se7en,” the man smiled. “I wanted to make you more comfortable…so I TOOK HIS FACE!” he broke out into a laughter that was so sinister it would have made the most hardened criminal shiver.

“That was really nice of you to do, Hendery,” WinWin interjected, continuing to brush the girl’s hair.

“That’s because I’m a nice human being,” Hendery laughed. “I want to see what she looks like with his face.”

Hendery took the skin of Youngjae off of his face and pushed it onto Y/N’s. The smell was horrific, it smelled like rotting flesh. She could feel the slimy surface on her skin. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run away and hide but could only sit still and endure the torture.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” WinWin snapped. “You’re messing up her beautiful makeup.”

“I think she looks better like this,” Hendery announced. “Maybe I should put your face on her instead.” His smile dropped from his face and he glared at WinWin, sending daggers in his direction. 

“Take your fucking mask and leave my doll house,” WinWin screamed, throwing his brush against the wall.

“Fine,” Hendery snapped, taking the skin off of her face. He slowly bent down and kissed Y/N’s forehead, “we’ll play more later and next time I’ll have a better surprise for you. I promise.”

Hendery turned and stormed to the door, knocking three times before opening and quietly leaving the room.

“He’s really an odd one,” WinWin huffed, making eye contact with Y/N. “I’m sorry about your lips, lovey.”

“Sorry about my lips?” Y/N thought, “what happened to my lips?”

She was left in a silent, disabled panic not knowing what happened to her or even worse what was going to happen to her.

“Once Hendery gets an idea in his head, there’s really nothing you can do to stop it,” WinWin continued, now braiding the blonde girl’s hair. “He wanted to take your skin off to try it on. I was able to stop that from happening but he did sew your lips shut. I think I’ll leave it like that for now. You now look like a haunted doll…I think that’s going to be my new favorite kind though.”

Y/N blinked frantically, looking around with her eyes, praying that someone anybody would come and save her. At this point she’d even settle for Kun. She didn’t know how much more her mental state or body would be able to endure.

“What’s wrong with you?” WinWin asked. “You seem upset.”

He seemed to be completely oblivious of what was making her upset, almost as though he wasn’t able to comprehend that this situation wouldn’t be fun for anyone.

“Is it because I’m playing with Guinevere and Celestine and not you?” WinWin cocked his head while looking at the girl.

She looked at the giant dolls and was able to see that they were blinking too. 

“They’re alive?” Y/N thought. “They’re trapped here just like me.”

WinWin scurried over to Y/N to lightly pat her head, “There’s no need for jealousy in the house of love.” 

He moved back to the other girls, grabbing the blonde girl’s head, “they mean nothing to me…you’re my favorite.” WinWin smiled as he snapped the blonde girl's neck, allowing her body to thud onto the floor. He grabbed the brunette and did the same to her. “Is that better?” WinWin asked. “Now it’s just the two of us, you shall have all of my attention, Arabelle.”

The morning came, with no word from Seonghwa on what they were going to do. San left the mansion with Mingi to pick up Jongho from the hospital and bring him home while everyone else did their own thing, patiently waiting on the three to get home from the hospital.

Jongho followed the other two men inside, unsure where he was.

“Does any of this look familiar?” Mingi asked.

“Not really,” Jongho responded. “The outside was more impressive than in here.”

“He’s not that smart anymore,” Mingi laughed.

San smacked the back of Mingi’s head with his hand, “knock it off, dumbass. We went over this. He’s not dumb he just has amnesia.”

“I’ve been to amnesia. How do you have a whole fucking country and how does it make you so dumb,” Mingi complained.

“I don’t know how you are so good at your job,” San rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Mingi smiled. “You never said that before.”

Seonghwa slowly walked down the stairs, smiling at the sight of the brother he missed so much. 

“Welcome home, Jongho,” Seonghwa continued to smile. 

“I don’t know if I’d say this is home,” Jongho argued. “But I guess it’s better than that fucking hospital.”

“Mingi, show Jongho around,” Seonghwa ordered.

“Show him around where?” Mingi asked, confused.

“Nevermind,” Seonghwa growled.

“Come on,” San interrupted, placing his hand on Jongho’s shoulder, “I’ll show you around.”

“You are such a fucking dumbass, Mingi,” Seonghwa growled, walking in the direction of the kitchen.

The doorbell rang, alerting everyone in the house that someone was at the front door. Wooyoung ran down the steps, with his gun in his hand, swinging the door open to see Minghao standing on the opposite side.

Minghao looked at Wooyoung’s gun and said, “this isn’t the welcome that I was expecting.”

“Oh it’s just you,” Wooyoung sighed, disappointed, placing his pistol into the waist of his pants.

Minghao smirked, “I’ve always found a man wielding a firearm to be undeniably desirable.”

“Whatever,” Wooyoung said, walking back up the stairs leaving Minghao standing alone in the doorway.

He walked inside the mansion, closing the door behind him. He walked up the stairs in the direction of Seonghwa’s office when he bumped into San and Jongho who were exiting Jongho’s bedroom.

“Minghao?” San exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to Seonghwa,” Minghao explained. 

“How did you get inside?” San wondered.

“Wooyoung opened the door, then left me standing there,” Minghao said, “so I assumed Seonghwa would be in his office.”

“I think he’s somewhere downstairs,” San said.

“Ok thank you,” Minghao smiled, turning around and heading back to the steps.

“Damn,” Jongho expressed, “she’s one sexy bitch.”

San turned his head so fast to look at Jongho, he nearly broke his neck.

“What did you say?” San wondered in shock.

“She’s a sexy bitch,” Jongho repeated. “Just look at her walk. Mm I’m gonna make her scream my name.”

San laughed, “that she is actually a he.”

“Fuck you,” Jongho snapped. “You’re not gonna get me to believe that just because you want her.”

“I’m serious, Minghao is a man,” San smiled, entertained by the situation.

“There is no way, THAT was a man,” Jongho stated. “Are you all a bunch of liars?”

“Ok whatever, man. If you don’t believe me, find out for yourself. I’m sure Hao will be down for whatever you want,” San smirked, walking away.

Minghao walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Seonghwa was leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee.

“Sexy Seonghwa,” Minghao said, “Looking a little rough today. But you’re still sexy though.”

“Minghao,” Seonghwa exclaimed. “What brings you here?”

“We need to talk,” Minghao sighed. “I hear Y/N is missing.”

“How did you hear that?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Well that’s what we need to talk about,” Minghao sighed. “Do you remember my friend, Ten?”

“The tattoo artist?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yea that’s the one,” Minghao nodded. “He called me.”

“How does he know,” Seonghwa snapped, starting to become enraged.

“Apparently, he had a bunch of friends who were in an asylum with Y/N. When they found out that Se7en kidnapped her they decided to do their own thing and take her for themselves,” Minghao explained. “They were planning on selling her to the highest bidder but Ten said things are getting too out of hand and she needs to be saved before it’s too late.”

“Do you know where they have her?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yes,” Minghao nodded. “Ten sent me the address.”

“I’m going to get her,” Seonghwa announced, running out of the room.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟷𝟶 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑. 𝟿 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟷♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶 : 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

Seonghwa ran out of the kitchen, gathering all of his men and plenty of weapons before heading out on their rescue mission. 

WinWin continued to play with Y/N until the evening hours. He looked at his watch to see the time.

“Oh my Arabelle, it’s getting late,” WinWin exclaimed. “It’s past your nap time.”

WinWin stood up from the table and picked Y/N up, bridal style, carrying her over to the bed. He gently lowered her down onto the bed. Yn watched on as winwin slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She could feel her heart pounding harder and harder as he took his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. 

“What is he going to do to me now?” Yn thought to herself. 

Winwin proceeded to unbuckle his belt and then his pants. He slid his pants down to the floor, stepping out of them. He made eye contact with his helpless doll and smiled. A smile that sent shivers through yn’s body. Winwin sauntered over to the bed, sitting next to her on the edge. He lifted her up and began to unzip the dress. He stopped, mid zip, pulling back to make eye contact. 

“Isn’t this romantic, arabelle,” he asked. 

He leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against her lips that have been previously sewed shut. 

Winwin pulled back, a look of anger appeared on his face. “You need to be more excited about this,” he growled, caressing her cheek. “We’re gonna make a baby.”

Tears started forming in yn’s eyes. She didn’t want this but knew there was no way she could stop it. 

Winwin placed her body back on the bed, without removing her dress. 

“Maybe for our first time you’ll be more comfortable if you don’t get completely naked,” he announced. 

Winwin lifted the bottom of her dress exposing the pantyhose and the frilly panties he originally dressed her in. Winwin pulled the pantyhose down, delicately removing them from her legs. He leaned down and kissed yn’s left thigh moaning from excitement. He lightly kissed his way up to the panties where he paused for a moment. Winwin reached over to grab yn’s right arm, placing her hand onto the top of his head. 

“Oh yea baby girl, you like this, don’t you,” he said before grabbing the panties with his teeth to pull them down. 

Winwin crawled up onto yn, noticing the tears escaping her eyes. He gently wiped the tears as he positioned himself to go inside of her. 

“I know, arabelle, I’m so happy too,” winwin smiled as he thrusted inside. 

The door to his room flew open, Lucas running inside. 

“We have a problem,” Lucas announced. 

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something,” winwin growled, not stopping what he was doing. 

“We have intruders,” Lucas informed unphased by what he was seeing. 

“I’m busy,” winwin snarled. “Babies need to be made.”

“Kun ordered everyone to come to his office,” Lucas continued. “That includes you.”  

Winwin stopped his thrusting, exhaled deeply before pressing his lips firmly against yn’s lips. 

“Don’t worry babydoll, we’ll continue this later,” he smiled, pulling out of her body. “I will make you a mommy.”

Winwin stood up, quickly got dressed and followed Lucas to their boss’s office, leaving yn laying on the bed still naked from the waist down. 

Seonghwa and his men drove to the location that minghao sent them. 

They split up a mile away from their final destination. Hongjoong, Mingi, and yunho went towards the front of the building while Wooyoung, san, and Seonghwa snuck around back. Seonghwa never got his hands dirty anymore. He didn’t have to now that he’s the boss but this was personal. He had to make sure yn was safe and he couldn’t trust anyone else to complete that mission. 

They made entrance into the building, searching room to room for any signs of yn. 

They went into a room that had human corpses strung from the ceiling.

“What the fuck do you call this?” San snarled, repulsed. 

“This is sick on a whole nother level,” Seonghwa announced. 

Seonghwas heart dropped when he noticed a tear streaming down Wooyoung’s cheek. “He really does love her,” Seonghwa thought. “Well, so do I.”

“Welcome,” a voice sounded out. 

The three men looked around, unable to find where the voice was coming from. 

“Did you come to play?” The man asked before breaking out into a maniacal laughing fit. 

“Show yourself,” Seonghwa ordered. 

“Ok,” the man said.

Hendery jumped down from a hole in the ceiling, brandishing a machete, wearing a suit made entirely out of human flesh.

“Where is yn?” Wooyoung growled pointing his pistol at the man’s head. 

“Riddle me this, riddle me that,” hendery started, “what tastes better than it smells?”

“What the fuck even is this?” San snapped. 

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION,” hendery yelled. 

The three men stared At hendery with blank looks on their faces. 

“What tastes better than it smells?” Hendery repeated with a smile. 

He pulled a box out from behind him, slowly opening it showing a tongue laying inside. 

“Yn’s tongue,” he snarled before evilly laughing. 

Rage overtook Seonghwas, he lost control of his emotions and he pulled the trigger of the gun he had pointed at hendery, hitting the man in the temple. Henderys body fell to the floor, the tongue rolled out of the box onto the floor.

San and Wooyoung looked at Seonghwa, surprised. He never reacted like that. He was the patient one. He always wanted to torture answers out of people not up and kill them. 

Seonghwa shrugged, “he was wasting my fucking time.”

They moved on to the next room. San placed his ear against the door, listening for any movement inside. Hearing nothing, Wooyoung swung the door open but yn wasn’t in that room either. 

They continued to go room to room not coming across anyone else. 

Seonghwa grabbed the door knob of the next door, taking a deep breath before opening it. He froze when he saw yn laying on the giant doll bed. 

“Oh my god,” Wooyoung gasped running over to the bed. 

“Is she breathing?” San asked. 

Seonghwa joined Wooyoung next to yn. He pulled her dress down covering her lower body as he placed two fingers on her neck, checking for a pulse. 

“She has a pulse,” he announced. 

“We gotta get her out of here,” Wooyoung said standing up, preparing to pick her up. 

Seonghwa pulled his gun out, “don’t touch her,” he growled. “I’m carrying yn.”

Wooyoung could tell his boss meant business so reluctantly he listened. 

Seonghwa gently picked yn up off the bed, carrying her bridal style. He followed San and Wooyoung out of the room and back out the direction they came in. They retraced their steps until they reached the entrance. 

They heard a gun fire from behind. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking her?” Yangyang snarled. 

Seonghwa felt a burning sensation in his shoulder. He looked down and saw blood soaking through his clothing. Another gunshot rang out piercing his other shoulder. He started feeling dizzy but knew he had to fight through. 

Wooyoung turned around gun in hand, ready to kill anyone necessary. 

“You’re outnumbered mother fuckers,” kun growled.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟷𝟷 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑. 𝟷𝟶 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟸♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷 : my fiancé

“You’re outnumbered mother fuckers,” kun growled with a smirk on his face. 

Wooyoung started to raise his gun to aim it at the men standing behind them. 

“Eh eh eh,” xiaojun said, holding a pistol pointed at Wooyoung’s head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Winwin took a step forward, “she’s mine,” he demanded. 

“There is something seriously wrong with you people,” San snarled. 

Yangyang laughed, “aww they’re trying to upset us.”

“Hand her over now,” kun ordered with a smile on his face. He stared for a moment until the smile suddenly turned into a scowl, “or you all will die along with your bitch.”

San smirked, “looks like you’re the ones who are out numbered now, mother fuckers.”

Kun turned to see ten walking towards them followed by Mingi, Hongjoong, and Yunho. 

“What are you doing?” Kun snarled. 

“You need to let her go,” ten announced. 

“Fuck you traitor,” kun snarled, raising his gun towards Ten.

“You took things too far,” Ten sighed. “Things weren’t supposed to go like this.”

“And how were they supposed to go?” Xiaojun laughed.

Yunho removed a bowie knife from his pocket, throwing it at Kun before the man had time to move. The knife entered his abdomen, not hitting any major organs but still a painful attack.

“You should really practice your aim,” Kun laughed looking down at the wound.

As Kun attempted to pull the bowie knife out of his stomach Yunho reached behind his body and pulled out a machete he had stashed in his pants. He charged at Kun swinging the blade making contact with his neck. Kun’s head flew off his body, causing his body to collapse onto the floor next to it.

“I just needed a distraction,” Yunho laughed, pointing the machete towards his next victim, Xiaojun.

Xiaojun put his hands in the air, “woah woah waoh,” he smiled, “you can just take her, we won't stop you.”

“It’s too late for that,” Mingi interrupted.

Hongjoong exposed his gun, aiming it at YangYang, pulling the trigger without any hesitation. YangYang fell to the ground as blood poured from his body.

WinWin dropped to his knees to feel for a pulse on YangYang as Lucas grabbed Xiaojun by the arm, forcing him to run away down the hallway leading back into the building.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Ten exclaimed, looking at Seonghwa. “She was never supposed to get hurt.”

“She was hurt though,” Wooyoung yelled.

“And I blame you,” Seonghwa snarled. He retrieved his gold 9mm that he had stored in his chest holster. He aimed it at Ten’s head.

Ten opened his mouth to speak but before any words came out, Seonghwa pulled the trigger. The bullet entered Ten’s head in between his eyes and exited through the back skull along with blood and brain matter which sprayed all over Hongjoong and Yunho.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” Mingi said. “Won’t Minghao be mad?”

“He got what he deserved,” Seonghwa snapped. “San take Y/N.”

Seonghwa handed her to San, then he leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down onto the ground. His eyes became too heavy and he lost consciousness.

“We gotta get him to the hospital,” Hongjoong ordered. “Mingi, carry him out to the car and you and I will take him to the ER. San, Wooyoung, and Yunho, get Y/N home where she is safe. Call Dr. Jeong to come to the house to check her out.”

Mingi picked Seonghwa up off of the floor and followed hongjoong out of the house, racing to their car. While San and Wooyoung started walking towards the door. 

“Give Y/N to me,” Wooyoung ordered. “I’ll carry her.”

San handed Y/N over to Wooyoung who lightly caressed her face.

“What did they do to you, my poor girl,” he asked as tears started to well up in his eyes.

San turned around to make sure Yunho was following behind, only to see him lightly kicking Kun's head as though it was a soccer ball.

“Yunho, what are you doing?” San snapped. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

“Yea yea,” Yunho grunted as he bent down to pick the head up. “I think I will bring you home with me.”

Yunho happily followed Wooyoung and San out of the house with his bloody machete in one hand and the head of the victim of his rage in the other.

Jongho laid on his bed in his room for most of the day. He grew hungry and decided it was time to eat. He left his room and wandered downstairs into the kitchen not seeing anyone on the way.  He wasn't the least bit quiet while digging through the cabinets looking for something quick to eat.  

The noise in the kitchen got the attention of Minghao, who was drinking alone in the den.  He walked up the stairs and entered the kitchen. 

 “I thought everyone went on the rescue mission,” Minghao said, leaning on the doorway.

“What rescue mission?” Jongho asked.

“Seonghwa and the guys were going on a mission to save someone,” Minghao explained.

“I don’t know anything about that,” Jongho smirked at him.

“I see,” Minghao continued.

“What,” jongho asked. 

“You just seem like an entirely different person now,” minghao said. 

Jongho looked at him with uncertainty, “I’m not sure how to respond to that but this is really a shitty feeling though.”

“Why don’t you come downstairs with me and have a few drinks. We can try to get that memory back of yours," Minghao suggested. 

Jongho followed Mingaho down the stairs and into the den. He watched as Minghao poured liquids from different bottles in a glass then gently mixed it with a black straw. He smiled as he handed the glass to Jongho, “try this.”

Jongho took a sip and smiled, “that's not bad. What is it?”

“I call it the ‘Hao Special’,” he smiled, proudly.

“I think I would put anything in my mouth named that,” Jongho smirked.

Minghao cocked his head, scrunching his nose, “what?”

“I’m just saying,” Jongho started, “I wonder if the person it's named after tastes as good.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about this side of you,” Minghao sighed.

“How do you feel about this side of me,” Jongho whispered, grabbing Minghao’s hand and placing it on the bulge in his pants.

“Oh my,” Minghao exclaimed, pulling his hand away.

“Come here,” Jongho ordered, grabbing Minghao’s head to pull him in closer. He placed his lips firmly against Hao’s, holding him still for a few seconds. 

“Jongho,” Minghao exclaimed, “I don’t like you like this.”

“Shut up, bitch,” Jongho snarled.

“Bitch?! Excuse me?” Minghao snapped. “I am not a bitch.”

“I thought dirty little girls like you liked to be called a bitch,” Jongho smirked, moving closer to kiss him again.

All of the sudden they heard a loud ruckus coming from upstairs and footsteps following it. Jongho stopped attempting to kiss the other man to focus on the noise.

“I guess we'll continue this another time,” Jongho smiled, turning to investigate.

Minghao said nothing as he followed closely behind Jongho. They ran up into the living room, as Wooyoung gently laid Y/N onto the sofa.

“Oh my god,” Jongho exclaimed. “What did you do to Y/N?”

All the men turned to look at Jongho, shocked.

“You know who this is?” Wooyoung asked.

“Of course I do,” Jongho said, running over to y/n’s side, “she’s my fiance.”

The doorbell rang and San ran to open the door.

“I came as quickly as I could,” Jaehyun said, walking inside the mansion.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟷𝟸 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑. 𝟷𝟷 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟹♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟸 : 𝚋𝚏𝚏

“I came as quickly as I could,” Jaehyun said, walking into the mansion.

San shut the door behind the doctor and led him into the living room where Y/N was laying on the couch.

“Oh god,” Jaehyun exclaimed, running over to his patient’s side. “What happened to her?”

“We don’t know,” Wooyoung declared. “This is how we found her.”

Jaehyun reached into his bag and removed a scalpel. He could see the panic in her eyes when she saw the instrument in his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to help you,” Jaehyun said as he delicately used the scalpel to remove the stitching from her lips. “Can you move at all?”

Y/N still was unable to move due to the substances that were injected into her body while she was being held captive. Jaehyun reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny flashlight, shining it into her eyes to examine her pupils. He did a quick evaluation, making note of her vitals and other key factors. He noticed Y/N’s pinkie starting to move, slightly.

“Ahhh,” Jaehyun said, pointing to her finger, “this is a very good sign.”

“She’s starting to move,” Wooyoung gasped.

“It’s a start,” Jaehyun announced, standing up and walking towards the door. “Excuse me while I make a call. I’m going to have my assistant bring over some supplies. If that’s ok.”

“Yea absolutely,” San nodded. “Get whatever you need.”

Jaehyun walked outside onto the porch to make his phone call.

Wooyoung walked over to Y/N, lightly touching her pinkie. “Keep fighting, baby. You’re gonna be ok,” he said, forcing a smile.

“Get your hands off of her,” Jongho snapped. 

“Now’s not the time for this,” San demanded, looking at Jongho. “You  have things confused and we will clear everything up later.”

“I don’t have anything confused,” Jongho argued. “I know who she is.”

“Ok,” Minghao nodded, placing a hand onto Jongho’s back. “Let’s just go and get some air so the doctor can have the space he needs to get her better.”

“I’m not leaving my fiance’s side,” Jongho demanded.  

A red glint flashed through Wooyoung’s eyes. He was enraged by the ignorance and stupidity. He didn’t care about the reasons for it all he knew was Jongho was being ridiculous and he knew he needed to fix the problem.  He stood up, reaching for the gun he had stored in his holster, ready to do whatever necessary to make the man leave the room. Before he had the chance to pull his weapon, Yunho pointed his bloody machete towards Jongho, with an evil smirk on his face, still holding Kun’s head in the other hand.

“Elizabeth already has the blood of one person on her today, but she’d like to taste your blood as well,” Yunho smirked. “Get out of here before I can’t control her any longer.”

Jongho threw his hands into the air as he slowly backed up towards the door.  “You won this round,” he sighed, “But it won’t happen again.”

Jongho turned and headed up to his bedroom to sulk in peace. Yunho turned and looked at Minghao who was staring back, scared to say the wrong thing.  Yunho brought the machete up to his own face and lightly scratched his cheek, “sometimes you gotta be forceful with the children,” he laughed.

Minghao awkwardly laughed and nodded without saying a word.  He turned to look at San and asked, “what happened over there?”

“A lot,” San grunted.

“Like what?” Minghao insisted.

“We got Y/N, we killed people, Seonghwa got shot, and here we are,” Wooyoung snapped. 

“Oh no,” Minghao gasped. “Seonghwa got shot. Is he ok?”

“He’ll be fine,” San nodded. “Hongjoong and Mingi took him to the hospital. He’s a fighter, he’ll be fine.”

Wooyoung nodded and repeated, “he’ll be fine.”

“I hate to ask, but, Ten…” Minghao started.

“Dead,” Yunho smiled, looking up through his eyebrows at Minghao.

Minghao cocked his head and repeated, “Dead?”

“The motherfucker got what he deserved,” Yunho continued smiling. “They all did.”

Tears streamed down Minghao’s cheeks, “I understand.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” San smirked, “Seonghwa blew his brains out so he didn’t suffer.”

“I still have some of his brains on me,” Yunho smiled with wide eyes, “if you want i can scrape some into a container so you can always have a piece of him with you.”

Minghao took a long gulp before speaking, “that’s thoughtful of you, Yunho, but I think I will pass.”

“FINE,” Yunho snapped. “You fucking try to do something nice for a person and you just get smacked the fuck down.”

“No no no,” Minghao panicked, “I’m thankful that you offered, I just think it would be too hard for me. But like I said I’m really really thankful.”

“Whatever,” Yunho sighed, turning his back to Minghao. He picked up Kun’s head so it was directly in front of his face, “you’ll never treat me like that will you?”

Yunho moved the head back and forth as though it was saying no then he smiled in response, “yea I know you won’t. We’ll be best friends forever.”

Yunho took his head, walked over to a chair and silently sat down. He started petting Kun’s head while he glared at Minghao from the chair.

“Kun would like to have another friend with him,” Yunho announced. “Would you like to volunteer?”

Minghao sighed as tears continued to stream down his face, “I’m going to excuse myself now. I think I’m going to go to the guest bedroom for a little R&R. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to assist.”

No one said anything to Minghao as he walked out of the room and made his way upstairs. Jaehyun came back inside the house and walked into the living room. “My assistant will be here shortly,” Jaehyun announced walking over to Y/N again. 

San’s phone started to ring. He reached into his pocket, removing his cell phone before pressing a button and placing it against his ear.

“Yea?” San said.

“How is Y/N?” Hongjoong asked on the other line.

San took a deep breath, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen to have some privacy for the call.

“She’s ok,” San sighed. “Her pinkie is moving and her vitals seem to be ok. Dr. Jeong opened her lips but she’s still unable to speak.”

“What is he going to do?” Hongjoong asked.

“Not sure yet. His assistant is bringing over equipment and we’re gonna go from there,” San explained. “How’s the boss?”

“He’s stable,” Hongjoong sighed a sigh of relief.  “Luckily the bullets went straight through without hitting anything major. They were clean shots.”

“Is he awake?” San asked.

“They have him resting at the moment,” Hongjoong said. “But it’ll be no time before he’s back to normal.”

“Thank god,” San sighed. 

The doorbell sounded out, getting San’s attention.

“I gotta go, the assistant is here,” San stated.

“Alright keep me updated,” Hongjoong ordered.

“Will do,” San nodded, placing his phone back into his pocket. He walked out of the kitchen and opened the door to see a younger man standing there, holding a few bags by his side.

“Hi,” Haechan smiled. “I’m supposed to be delivering these to Dr. Jeong.”

“He’s in here,” San said, moving aside so Haechan could enter.

Haechan looked behind him and said, “bring the rest inside.”

He walked into the living room as another man walked up from the car, carrying a few boxes inside the house. Jaehyun turned, surprised to see the two men standing in the doorway.

“I didn’t expect you both to come,” Jaehyun announced.

“Well I figured I could offer my assistance as well,” Taeyong smirked looking around.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟷𝟹 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑. 𝟷𝟸 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟹 : 𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐

“I figured I could offer my assistance as well,” Taeyong smirked looking around. 

“I understand,” Jaehyun sighed, reaching for the bags that his assistants were carrying. He removed the equipment necessary to begin treating Y/N.

Taeyong walked over to stand beside Yunho who was happily still petting Kun’s decapitated head. “What do you got there?”Taeyong asked with a huge smile on his face.

“This is my new friend,” Yunho explained, lifting the head up so Taeyong could get a better look at it.

“I see,” Taeyong nodded. “Does it have a name?”

Yunho laughed, “his name is Kun.”

“Kun, huh?” Taeyong repeated. “That’s an interesting name. Did you choose that?”

“Yea I guess,” Yunho said, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you care so much about Kun?”

“I have a collection of heads too,” Taeyong smiled. “I never met anyone else who had the same kind of friends.”

Yunho’s eyes got wide, “you’re allowed to keep more than one friend?”

“Oh yea,” Taeyong nodded. “I’m allowed to have as many friends as I want.”

“You’re so lucky,” Yunho pouted.

“Hey I have an idea,” Taeyong announced, “why don’t you come over to my house sometime so you can meet all of my friends.”

Yunho sat straight up in his chair and said with a serious look on his face, “I’d like that.”

“Me too," Taeyong smiled. "You'll have to bring Kun with you so our friends can be properly introduced."

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” San grunted with a look of disgust on his face.

Yunho leaned back in his chair, continuing to pet Kun's head with a mean scowl on his face. He had the urge to speak up and yell at San for the unnecessary harsh words but he knew that Y/N took priority at this moment and he didn't want to take anything away from her.

Dr. Jaehyun ignored the chaos developing in the room around him and his patient and he continued to focus on Y/N, secretly praying for her to regain mobility and full stability. 

“Seonghwa,” Y/N whispered.

“Did she just talk?” Wooyoung gasped.

Jaehyun turned to look at San, “She seems to be slowly regaining her mobility and speech back. Now it’s just going to be a waiting game. I also injected her with antibiotics to treat the infection from her injuries.”

Wooyoung gently grabbed Y/N’s hand, bending down beside her. “You’re finally home, baby. You’re safe now.”

“Where’s Seonghwa?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Don’t worry about him right now,” San interrupted.

“I need to see Seonghwa,” she argued.

“Baby, I’m here with you,” Wooyoung sighed, squeezing her hand lightly.

“I need Seonghwa,” Y/N demanded, "and I don't think he'll like you calling me 'baby'. He's rather possessive."

“What are you talking about?” Wooyoung asked.

San gently placed his hand on Wooyoung’s back in an attempt to lend a little comfort to his friend. “She seems a little confused,” he whispered.

“I’m not confused,” Y/N demanded as she pulled her hand away from Wooyoung, staring at him coldly while attempting to sit up. "At least, I don't think I am."

“No,” Jaehyun ordered, “you need to stay laying down for now.”

“But, I need to get up,” Y/N argued.

"No, what you need to do is listen to the doctor," San growled.

"I can't," Y/N stated, stubbornly. "I need to get up and go to Seonghwa...he's probably worried sick about me."

“Ok ok, you can get up,” Jaehyun nodded. “But first, I'm going to need you to answer some questions?”

“If I do, you'll let me get up, right?” she asked.

“That will depend entirely on you,” Jaehyun said. “Do you know who you are?”

“I’m Lee Y/N.”

Jaehyun looked at San for confirmation of the answer who nodded in return.

“Do you know where you are?” Jaehyun asked.

“Um…” Y/N hesitated. “I’m at the hospital?”

“No this isn’t a hospital,” Jaehyun corrected. “This is where you live.”

“No, that doesn't seem right,” Y/N argued. “I live with my family, where is my sister?”

“Your sister?” Wooyoung asked, confused. 

“Sunmi. Where’s Sunmi?” Y/N wondered.

“I think she’s a little confused,” San sighed.

“I’m not confused,” Y/N demanded. “Where’s Sunmi? Why isn’t she here? She'd fly to the moon to be with me if I was injured, so where the hell is she?”

Jaehyun looked to San for assistance to calm her down when Taeyong walked over, sitting down on the floor aside of where Y/N was laying. 

“Oh honey, your sister wanted to be here but she had some urgent business to attend to,” Taeyong smiled, comfortingly. “She ordered us to take care of you and see to your recovery.”

“You’re friends with her right?” Y/n asked.

“Of course,” Taeyong nodded. “Don’t you remember me?” 

Y/N stared for a moment before nodding, “Yeah I think I do remember you. You dated her years ago, right?”

Taeyong smiled, "Oh yeah, that was such a long time ago but I'm impressed that you remembered."

"I tried to convince them," Y/N motioned with her hands to the others in the room, watching on in silence. "But they insist I'm fucking confused."

“Well between you and I,” Taeyong leaned in to whisper, “I think they're the ones who are confused." 

Y/N laughed, nodding her head while looking at the others still clearly agitated by their lack of understanding. 

"How bout you just humor them a little and answer their questions then I'll help you find Seonghwa," Taeyong suggested.

“I need to see Seonghwa,” Y/N insisted.

“I understand that,” Taeyong nodded. “But why is it so urgent?”

"I need to thank him," Y/N smiled.

"Thank him?" Taeyong repeated, with curiosity laced in his voice. 

“My sister made a deal with another gang and I was sent away to marry a prominent member of their gang but Seonghwa rescued me,” Y/N explained. “He’s my hero.”

“What the fuck,” Wooyoung growled as a tear escaped from the confines of his eyes, slowly streaming down his cheek. “I wanted to be your hero.”

San instantly turned and grabbed Wooyoung’s arm, preventing him from moving. He leaned in and whispered, “look, Y/N has been through a lot of trauma and she’s clearly extremely confused and doesn’t really know what she is saying.” He rubbed his friend’s back trying to lend some comfort. “Why don’t you go to your room and get some rest for now, her memory will come back soon, I promise.”

Wooyoung let out a long exaggerated sigh before standing up, he forced a smile at Y/N, “hurry up and get better,” he whispered before sulking up the stairs.

“So your sister sent you away to get married?” Taeyong asked.

“That’s right,” Y/N nodded. “She finally found a way to get rid of me so I couldn’t take over.”

“Do you remember to whom?” Taeyong gently asked.

“I think his name was YingYang,” Y/N said. “Everything was ready too. There was a pastor and flowers. We were in a beautiful church and I had the most elegant dress on as well.”

“It sounds lovely,” Taeyong said. “So why didn’t the wedding happen?”

“The pastor refused to marry us,” Y/N responded.

“That’s odd, why would he refuse to marry you and YingYang,” Taeyong wondered.

“He was a mean man. He said I wasn’t good enough for him and I had to prove my worth. But I didn’t have time to do that, instead I was sent to a little counseling retreat where I met some new friends and we had many tea parties discussing current events,” Y/N continued explaining.

“This sounds like some wild delusions,” San muttered.

Y/N glared at San, “this is not ‘wild delusions’! This is all fucking true!”

“Hey, hey hey, Y/N,” Taeyong said in a comforting tone as he grabbed her hand. “I know everything you’re saying is the truth, I believe you.”

“You do?” Y/N looked at Taeyong with wide eyes.

“Of course I do,” he nodded. “Now please continue.”

“Ok,” she said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “While I was at the tea party retreat someone came and kidnapped me and they put me into a cage. The cage kept electrocuting me and I almost died. That’s when Seonghwa showed up and pulled me out of the cage and I was brought here.”

“This sounds like such a horrific experience,” Taeyong frowned.

“It was just so confusing because I never knew what was going on. I was so always so scared and I’m so grateful that he saved me.” Y/N said. “Now I need to see Seonghwa so we can figure out our plans. I can’t go back. I just can’t.”

“You’re safe now,” San interrupted. “You will never go back. I promise.”

Y/N started to shake as she broke down into tears, the realization of the trauma finally hitting her.

Jaehyun walked over to where Y/N was laying with a full syringe in his hand.  “I’m going to give you a little sedative to help you rest until Seonghwa gets home,” he announced. 

Y/N started panicking, struggling to sit up to get away from the doctor with the shot.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Taeyong announced.

“Please help me,” Y/N begged, squeezing his hand.

“You need to get your rest so you can get better for when Seonghwa gets home,” Taeyong suggested. “I wouldn’t let him give you anything that would hurt you. I promise.”

“Ok,” Y/N sighed. “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course I will,” Taeyong smiled. “Just look at me.”

Jaehyun injected the serum into her leg while Y/N was staring at Taeyong. As the medicine slowly entered Y/N’s body, she slowly grew more tired. Her eyes gradually became too heavy to keep open and she fell victim to a deep slumber.

“Wow,” San shook his head. “They really did a number on her.”

“Don’t worry, her memory should come back completely,” Jaehyun explained. “She just appears to be in shock at the moment.” Jaehyun started packing his equipment up, placing everything back into the bags and boxes that his assistants delivered.

“Are you leaving?” Yunho wondered.

“I have other clients that I need to visit,” Jaehyun stated.

“But who…” Yunho started.

“Don’t worry,” Taeyong interrupted, “I will be back…soon.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟷𝟺 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑. 𝟷𝟹 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺 : assistant taeyong

A few days passed, and Taeyong periodically stopped in to check on the healing patient.

Jongho ran towards the door, opening it once he reached it, exposing Taeyong on the opposite side.

“Good afternoon,” Taeyong smiled.

“Whatever,” Jongho grunted. 

“Can I come in?” Taeyong asked.

“It’s a free country,” Jongho snarled, walking back towards the stairs.

“How’s she doing?” Taeyong asked.

“See for yourself,” Jongho grunted. He turned to look at Taeyong, staring intently. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“I mean I’ve been coming here on and off for a few days now,” Taeyong smiled.

“No,” Jongho shook his head. “I feel like I know you from somewhere else.”

“I don’t think so,” Taeyong denied.

“Yea I know I know you from somewhere,” Jongho insisted. “You look so familiar.”

“I've never met you before,” Taeyong continued denying.

“Well Seonghwa will be home today, I’m sure he’ll know where I know you from,” Jongho stated. “His memory is a little better than mine.”

“Seonghwa is coming home today?” Taeyong asked.

“Yea he’s supposed to be,” Jongho said.

“That’s just wonderful news,” Taeyong sighed, with a forced smile on his face.

“You seem a little disappointed,” Jongho announced, raising an eyebrow.

“No of course not,” Taeyong argued. “I think his presence will be significantly helpful to Y/N’s memory recovery.”

“Oh she’s just fine,” Jongho laughed. “Like I said, see for yourself. She’s downstairs.”

Jongho laughed, walking up the stairs as Mingi was headed down.

“Hello there,” Taeyong smiled.

“I’m assuming you’re here to see Y/N again,” Mingi said.

“Yes of course,” Taeyong nodded.

“Well I wasn’t sure since you seem to have an interest in everyone in this house,” Mingi said, suspiciously.

“Why would you say that?” Taeyong asked.

“Well for one,” Hongjoong started walking out of the living room. “I’ve never seen anyone try to be friends with our local psychopath, like you have been.”

“Your local psychopath?” Taeyong repeated.

“Yea Yunho,” Mingi interjected.

“He’s not a psychopath,” Taeyong denied.

“The hell he aint,” Hongjoong argued. “And you appear to enjoy it.”

“You’re not even scared of him,” Mingi added.

“Why would I be scared of Yunho?” Taeyong wondered.

“He’s obsessed with dead bodies,” Hongjoong stated. “That’s not normal.”

“Maybe not to you,” Taeyong said.

“What do you want with him?” Mingi demanded.

“Look, I don’t know what you are implying but I’m only here to check in on Y/N and make sure her recovery stays on track,” Taeyong stated. “Would you take me to her please?”

Mingi looked at Hongjoong for direction on what to do. “Yunho and San are with her downstairs,” Hongjoong said. “Show him down.”

“Follow me,” Mingi ordered, walking towards the door leading downstairs. He led Taeyong down the stairs and through the den, taking him into the gun range where Yunho, San, and Y/N were.

Everyone waited to speak until Y/N was finished shooting the gun that she was holding. She unloaded the pistol aiming at a target. San pressed a button bringing the target back to where Y/N was standing.

She jumped up and hugged Yunho, “See I told you I would hit the head with every shot. I win asshole.”

Yunho’s cheeks turned a light shade of red as a smile overtook his face. “You did great,” he smiled.

“I will beat you in everything we do,” Y/N boasted, lightly punching his stomach in a playful manner.

“Excuse me,” Taeyong said, clearing his throat.

Everyone turned to look at him. “Yes?” Y/N asked.

“Why are you out of bed?” Taeyong wondered.

“Because I’m tired of lying around,” Y/N explained. “No one would lay with me so I had to get up.”

“You never asked me to lay with you,” Mingi pouted. “I would have laid with you.”

“I’m not just trying to sleep, Mingi,” Y/N smiled.

“What does that mean?” Mingi wondered.

“I thought you were waiting on Seonghwa,” Taeyong said.

“I am,” Y/N nodded, “But he’s not here right now so it’s whatever.”

Taeyong looked at San, “Can I speak with you, alone.”

“Sure,” San said, walking out of the shooting range and into the den. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. “What’s up?”

“I’m concerned about where Y/N’s mental state is,” Taeyong stated.

“She’s fine,” San argued. 

“Yesterday she was crying over Seonghwa and today she doesn’t seem to care about him at all,” Taeyong said.

“I don’t know if anyone actually explained this to you,” San started. “Seonghwa and Y/N aren’t really a thing so all of this is ok. I feel like her adjustment is getting better.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Taeyong stated.

“Why not,” San asked.

“No one said anything about that until now,” Taeyong sighed.

“You don’t really need to know anything,” San snarled. “You’re not really a doctor anyways, you’re only an assistant.”

“I’m a doctor,” Taeyong argued.

“No,” San denied, “You’re just Dr Jeong’s assistant. He said it himself.”

“When did he tell you that?” Taeyong snapped.

San pulled his gun out of his pants and placed it on top of the bar, “I think your services are no longer needed at this time, Assistant Taeyong.”

“This is a mistake,” Taeyong snarled.

“The mistake would be you not listening,” San growled.

Taeyong took a deep breath and silently walked towards the door.

“Oh and I wouldn’t get any ideas in your head about coming back,” San added. “It would end very badly for you.”

Taeyong didn’t respond as he walked up the stairs and headed towards the front door.

Y/N ran into the den, holding her abdomen, “San, I’m bleeding through again,” she stated.

“Ok let’s go back upstairs and I’ll change your bandages,” San said, placing a hand onto her back.

They walked up the stairs together, headed towards the stairs leading to the second floor when the front door swung open and Seonghwa and Wooyoung entered the mansion.

“I thought I just saw Taeyong driving away from here,” Seonghwa announced, looking at San for answers.

“You did,” San nodded. “But I told him his services weren’t needed here any longer.”

“Taeyong is the leader of NCT,” Seonghwa announced.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

Predator - Hybrid Y/n x Mafia ATEEZ OT8

Chapter one: The Escape by multifictionx

Warnings; Gore, HEFTY amount of profanity, slow burn, murder, torture, Mafia v. Mafia, eventual OT8, eventual mature themes, MDI please..

Teaser

Y/n

Why is life so cruel to me... What have I done

to deserve the pain.. the suffering I've endured..

Feet treading through the long grass as I frantically search around me hoping I'm going in the right direction. Blinded by the tall grass that surrounds me, and feeling utterly helpless. But I know I saw the forest going this way. I speed up upon hearing the voices of them gaining on me.

"Little bitch went this way!"

"FUCKING CATCH HER! IF SHE GETS AWAY

WE'RE SCREWED!"

Their ruthless voices shout profanities, as they rush around the grassy outskirts of the building. All this is unknown to me.. my senses are going haywire. The fresh air along with the natural smell of nature is so refreshing. Busting through the tall grass I'm met with a vast forest line.

Thank the stars

I couldn't be more elated, my feline eyes moving around in the dark. The sound if their voices is alot closer now. I'm an no longer worried now though

If they want to come get me they can, cause in

here they're dead.

Now having the advantage, I shift into my panther form. Running faster as I sprint into the woods now completely unseen. Now stalking around the entrance of the woods. I watch maliciously as two men leave the grass line.

"Fuck we lost her.. where'd she go.."

"Shit we're dead if we show up without her!"

They are going to die either way

I leap from the woods slashing both men across their faces. Their screams doing nothing to stop me from tearing through them. My rage growing more when I see their bodies go limp. My labored breathing now the only thing heard. They could've suffered more...

Their pain will never compare to mine.

But I can't stay here long, hearing the several footsteps approaching the grass line.

I sprint into the darkness of the woods, taking my small win. The adrenaline rushing through me has me running faster than ever before. Yet the sedative I was forced injected with, has everything slowly starting to get hazy.

I am finally free

The breeze going through my fur feels amazing, as I run with excitement. The woods at night with nothing but the full moon to light the darkness, is such a beautiful sight even this state

I can't believe I'm seeing this for the first time

in my life. Feeling this..freedom

*Screech* *Bam*

Fuck...

The last thing I see with my blurry eyes, is a pair of nice dress shoes, then darkness.

--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_-

Narrative pov

"The 6ix are planning to take area B3, they've

managed to place their troops along our

borders discreetly."

The right-hand man states dryly. As he reads off the paper he prepared before the car ride.

"How were they even able to scheme up a

plan like this without our knowledge."

The youngest ask' rhetorically, obviously the most annoyed with the current situation.

"I believe we have a mole amongst our men."

The leader enlightens seemingly nonchalant. A wicked smile stretches on his features.

"Looks like someone is going to die"

The leader adds sinisterly, fingers itching to end the life of whoever the traitor is.

"This is a pain in th-"

The youngest is suddenly cut off, when the driver abruptly steps on the breaks. The sound of a thump following shortly after.

"Dooyoung what the hell did you just hit?"

The blonde haired man, demands now even more annoyed.

"Um.. S-Sir Yunho-ssi, I'm not really sure.. I could barely see it when it barreled out of the woods.. i-it looked like a big black cat"

The driver hastily explains himself, not trying to piss them off even more.

"I-i'll go check.."

The driver offers, but gets halted as a member has already opened their door.

???(San)

A big black cat? Is he delusional, there's no

way a panther is here in Seoul..

Nevertheless I fix my suit as I exit the car. Now walking along side the long vehicle. Though as I approach the front of the limo.

Are those.. legs?...This is quite interesting..

Now crouched down in front of the vehicle. My brows pulled together in a frown. Eyes on the unconscious woman, both injured and completely uncovered. But that's not even the most bizarre thing about this whole thing.

Those are definitely cat ears.. that is a tail..

I remove my dress coat to drape it over her much smaller frame. Grabbing her without much thought, already moving to get back in the car.

Please leave feedback- Should I continue?

Also please repost, it would really be appreciated! I'm new to posting on Tumblr so bare with me, but my request are open just dm 🙂

Predator - Hybrid Y/n x Mafia ATEEZ OT8

Chapter one: The Escape by multifictionx

Warnings; Gore, HEFTY amount of profanity, slow burn, murder, torture, Mafia v. Mafia, eventual OT8, eventual mature themes, MDI please..

Teaser

Y/n

Why is life so cruel to me... What have I done

to deserve the pain.. the suffering I've endured..

Feet treading through the long grass as I frantically search around me hoping I'm going in the right direction. Blinded by the tall grass that surrounds me, and feeling utterly helpless. But I know I saw the forest going this way. I speed up upon hearing the voices of them gaining on me.

"Little bitch went this way!"

"FUCKING CATCH HER! IF SHE GETS AWAY

WE'RE SCREWED!"

Their ruthless voices shout profanities, as they rush around the grassy outskirts of the building. All this is unknown to me.. my senses are going haywire. The fresh air along with the natural smell of nature is so refreshing. Busting through the tall grass I'm met with a vast forest line.

Thank the stars

I couldn't be more elated, my feline eyes moving around in the dark. The sound if their voices is alot closer now. I'm an no longer worried now though

If they want to come get me they can, cause in

here they're dead.

Now having the advantage, I shift into my panther form. Running faster as I sprint into the woods now completely unseen. Now stalking around the entrance of the woods. I watch maliciously as two men leave the grass line.

"Fuck we lost her.. where'd she go.."

"Shit we're dead if we show up without her!"

They are going to die either way

I leap from the woods slashing both men across their faces. Their screams doing nothing to stop me from tearing through them. My rage growing more when I see their bodies go limp. My labored breathing now the only thing heard. They could've suffered more...

Their pain will never compare to mine.

But I can't stay here long, hearing the several footsteps approaching the grass line.

I sprint into the darkness of the woods, taking my small win. The adrenaline rushing through me has me running faster than ever before. Yet the sedative I was forced injected with, has everything slowly starting to get hazy.

I am finally free

The breeze going through my fur feels amazing, as I run with excitement. The woods at night with nothing but the full moon to light the darkness, is such a beautiful sight even this state

I can't believe I'm seeing this for the first time

in my life. Feeling this..freedom

*Screech* *Bam*

Fuck...

The last thing I see with my blurry eyes, is a pair of nice dress shoes, then darkness.

--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_-

Narrative pov

"The 6ix are planning to take area B3, they've

managed to place their troops along our

borders discreetly."

The right-hand man states dryly. As he reads off the paper he prepared before the car ride.

"How were they even able to scheme up a

plan like this without our knowledge."

The youngest ask' rhetorically, obviously the most annoyed with the current situation.

"I believe we have a mole amongst our men."

The leader enlightens seemingly nonchalant. A wicked smile stretches on his features.

"Looks like someone is going to die"

The leader adds sinisterly, fingers itching to end the life of whoever the traitor is.

"This is a pain in th-"

The youngest is suddenly cut off, when the driver abruptly steps on the breaks. The sound of a thump following shortly after.

"Dooyoung what the hell did you just hit?"

The blonde haired man, demands now even more annoyed.

"Um.. S-Sir Yunho-ssi, I'm not really sure.. I could barely see it when it barreled out of the woods.. i-it looked like a big black cat"

The driver hastily explains himself, not trying to piss them off even more.

"I-i'll go check.."

The driver offers, but gets halted as a member has already opened their door.

???(San)

A big black cat? Is he delusional, there's no

way a panther is here in Seoul..

Nevertheless I fix my suit as I exit the car. Now walking along side the long vehicle. Though as I approach the front of the limo.

Are those.. legs?...This is quite interesting..

Now crouched down in front of the vehicle. My brows pulled together in a frown. Eyes on the unconscious woman, both injured and completely uncovered. But that's not even the most bizarre thing about this whole thing.

Those are definitely cat ears.. that is a tail..

I remove my dress coat to drape it over her much smaller frame. Grabbing her without much thought, already moving to get back in the car.

Please leave feedback- Should I continue?

Also please repost, it would really be appreciated! I'm new to posting on Tumblr so bare with me, but my request are open just dm 🙂

Predator

Pairing: Fem! Hybrid! Reader x OT8! Mafia! ATEEZ

Genre: Gore, strangers to lovers, action, romance, eventual smut

Warnings! Murder, mention of sexual assault, torture, kidnapping, HEFTY amount of profanity, MDI PLEASE!

Word count: About 6,100

Chapter one: The Escape

Seoul, South Korea

Y/n

Why is life so cruel to me... What have I done to deserve the pain.. the suffering I've endured..

Feet treading through the long grass as I frantically search around me hoping I'm going in the right direction. Blinded by the tall grass that surrounds me, and feeling utterly helpless. But I know I saw the forest going this way. I speed up upon hearing the voices of them gaining on me.

"Little bitch went this way!"

"FUCKING CATCH HER! IF SHE GETS AWAY WE'RE SCREWED!"

Their ruthless voices shout profanities, as they rush around the grassy outskirts of the building. All this is unknown to me.. my senses are going haywire. The fresh air along with the natural smell of nature is so refreshing. Busting through the tall grass I'm met with a vast forest line.

Thank the stars

I couldn't be more elated, my feline eyes moving around in the dark. The sound of their voices is getting alot closer now. But I am no longer worried now though.

If they want to come get me they can, cause in here they're dead...

Having the advantage now, I shift into my panther form. Running faster as I sprint into the woods now completely unseen. Watching as I stalk around the entrance of the woods. I wait maliciously as two men leave the grass line.

"Fuck we lost her.. where'd she go.."

"Shit we're dead if we show up without her!"

They are going to die either way

I leap from the woods slashing both men across their faces. Their screams doing nothing to stop me from tearing through them. My rage growing more when I see their bodies go limp. My labored breathing now the only thing heard.

They could've suffered more... Their pain will never compare to mine.

But I can't stay here long, hearing the several footsteps approaching the grass line.

I sprint into the darkness of the woods, taking my small win. The adrenaline rushing through me, has me running faster than ever before. But the sedative I was involuntarily injected with, has everything slowly starting to get hazy.

I am finally free

The breeze going through my fur feels amazing, as I run with excitement. The woods at night with nothing but the full moon to light the darkness, is such a beautiful sight even in this state

I can't believe I'm seeing this for the first time in such a long time. Feeling this..freedom.

*Screech* *Bam*

Fuck...

The last thing I see with my blurry eyes, is a pair of nice dress shoes, then darkness.

--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--

Narrative pov

"The 6ix are planning to take Area B3. They've managed to place their troops along our borders discreetly."

The right-hand man states dryly. As he reads off the paper he prepared before the car ride.

"How were they even able to scheme up a plan like this without our knowledge."

The youngest ask' rhetorically, obviously the most annoyed with the current situation.

"I believe we have a mole amongst our men."

The leader enlightens seemingly nonchalant. A wicked smile stretches on his features.

"Looks like someone is going to die"

The leader adds sinisterly, fingers itching to end the life of whoever the traitor is.

"This is a pain in th-"

The youngest is suddenly cut off, when the driver abruptly steps on the breaks. The sound of a thump following shortly after.

"Dooyoung what the hell did you just hit?"

The blonde haired man, demands now even more annoyed.

"Um.. S-Sir Yunho-ssi, I'm not really sure.. I could barely see it when it barreled out of the woods.. i-it looked like a big black cat"

The driver hastily explains himself, not trying to piss them off even more.

"I-i'll go check.."

The driver offers, but gets halted as a member has already opened their door.

???

A big black cat? Is he delusional? There's no way a panther is here in Seoul..

Nevertheless I fix my suit as I exit the car. Now walking along side the long vehicle. Though as I approach the front of the limo.

Are those.. legs?...This is quite interesting..

Now crouched down in front of the vehicle. My brows pulled together in a frown. Eyes on the unconscious woman, both injured and completely uncovered. But that's not even the most bizarre thing about this whole thing.

Those are definitely cat ears.. that is a tail..

I remove my dress coat to drape it over her much smaller frame. Grabbing her without much thought, already moving to get back in the car.

--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--

Y/n pov

My head..ugh it feels like it's gonna explode..

I attempted to open my eyes slowly, only to squeeze them shut. The sunlight coming through the large window of the bedroom, immediately almost blinding me.

Fuck now my eyes are throbbing

I run my hand down my face, wincing at the pain, just that movement caused throughout my whole body.

"Ahh..shit"

I groan, my body feels so stiff and my stomach is killing me.

Damn now I wish I could've ate those fuckers..

Upon that thought I remember exactly what happened.

How could I have been so careless.. what if I'm back right where I escaped from...

My eyes shoot open, body jolting up involuntarily. To which I immediately regret, when a pained cry rips through my throat. Yet I still hastily look around my surroundings. Finding I'm not where I feared I'd be. It i's still frightening to see, I'm in an unfamiliar place regardless.

Despite the ache, I get up out of the bed, slowly and painfully moving towards the bedroom door. Except when I go to grab the knob, it is already being turned. A sweet smell reaches my senses making my nose twitch at the new scent.

A much smaller body coming through the door while I step back to make room. Now face to face with a very timid looking woman, who apparently is just as surprised to see me.

"Y-your awake.."

The little woman says surprised.

"Who are you..?"

I ask, tone defensive, my eyes now glowing their yellow feline hue. My tail sways sporadically as I wait for an answer. The woman jumps, a nervous look now adorns her face.

"U-um, the bosses need to know you're awake. I'm just the maid"

With that said, she's already closing the door, hurrying off to let her bosses know about me I'm guessing.

I'm not about to stick around to find out

With that thought in the front of my mind, I'm already opening the door. The hallway I enter is huge, making me wonder.

Damn how big is this place?..

I start off in the direction of the familiar sweet scent.

Maybe the door out this place is in the direction she went..

It's wishful thinking but I can always try before anything. It shouldn't be to hard to get out of here undetected. Or so I thought..

Why is this place completely barricaded?! There are guards everywhere! Who the hell are these people!?

While trying to follow the sweet scent of the maid from earlier, my trail gets disrupted. The different scents of all the guards flowing throughout the halls.

Shit now what am I supposed to do.. I'm hungry, and someone will die soon if I don't eat.

I give up trying to escape temporarily, food now the only thing on my mind. The scent of blood reaches my senses. The scent is so unbearably strong that my stomach growls, aching in hunger. It's not a long search for food, as

I reach a long hall. I can hear the sound of screams, and the scent of blood grows stronger.

Once I reach the door, I can no longer stop the animalistic urge to shift and devour what is behind this door.

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???

"So you thought you could operate some scheme under our noses.. and get away with it?"

The leader sinisterly laughs, but his features show not an ounce of humor. Eyes glaring holes through the mans skull.

"Giving information to allow The 6ix to infiltrate the borders of Area B3... Tell me.. What could they have possibly offered you that you'd put your life at risk so stupidly?"

A deep voice, seers out not caring for the answer genuinely. But from a logical point of view I'd be smart to know what they're up against.

"T-they have superhumans... W-well more like hybrids, human half animal people..."

The beaten man coughs out before a crooked smirk.

"You guys are going to lose... can't you see? They already have a way to overrun your whole operation."

The beaten man has the nerve to laugh

"Fuck you!"

One of them punches the man in the face, but the next punch is quickly halted by a hand around his wrist.

"Hold on.. let him finish.. I want to hear what the traitor has to say before he no longer breathes."

The earlier deep voice demands, voice booming and laced with venom.

"They promised to turn me.. said that I could be strong and powerful.."

*Bang*

All their eyes lock onto the sudden lond noise, now on full alert. The door busts open, the gutteral growl that follows lets them know exactly what's up. But before they could even really react. The panther already pounced the man, tearing through him so effortlessly. The man's screams are loud, as he horrifically gets eaten alive. The screams die out once the panthers jaws lock around the mans throat. The men around the room are both oddly satisfied even more so equally terrified.

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Y/n pov

Once I'm eating, I completely forget about the men surrounding the room. Munching away while my tail sways in delight. It's not until I finish, that I take a look around me. Immediately feeling threaten, I now stand defensively, growling at the men. As three men hold a gun to me while the other five stand there not knowing what to do.

I allow my body to shift as I growl and bare my teeth. My ears at back and my tail whips around angrily.

"Who are you?"

I hiss defensively, but to my confusion the men all go red in the face and turn around quickly. To which I'm suddenly reminded, when the cool air grazes my most sacred areas. The shiver that racks through me is a violent one, causing me to have a wide-eyed expression.

Fuck I'm naked..

I quickly hide somewhere unseen within the dark room. The silence in the room was starting to get real loud. That is until one of them clears their throat, finally breaking the tension in the air.

"Let's get some clothes for you, then we can have a civilized conversation"

Timeskip

The atmosphere of this room is significantly less nerve wrecking, than that of the previous room. Now that I'm completely clothed, we all sit in one of the numerous lounge areas within this enormous place. The silence is heavy as I stare at the group, each man sitting with their own elegancy. They've already introduced themselves but I've yet to tell them my name.

"So..to start off, you've been unconscious for about two weeks.."

I believe San speaks, his cat-like aren't hard to recognize...they remind me of him..

Damn two weeks!? I have never been out that long.."

"You were hit by a car, do you remember?"

He asks, concerned I may have lost my memory

"I remember.. I've just never been unconscious that long before."

I trail off surprised

"Why do you seem to be surprised? Is that not normal for you?

Seonghwa decides to ask, upon seeing my reaction to the new information

"Not at all. I can heal almost immediately..though I was given a sedative not long before I was hit.."

I tell them with no reluctancy. Not sure why I feel so comfortable speaking with these strangers about something so serious.

"Sedative? Were you perhaps running from something? Maybe.. someone?"

Yeosang is the one to ask this question.

Well he seems to be very inquisitive, he looks at me as if he already knows what's going on..

"Can I ask you something?..."

I scoff

"Have you ever seen anything like me?"

I ask, rhetorically of course, as I answer my own question

"No, right.. my guess is you aren't completely clueless about me, though. As Mr.Traitor was saying.."

My words trail off as I speak, my eyes following everything they do. .

"Mm yes, we know a few things about you..."

Hongjoong speaks, crouched over with his elbows on his knees, as he tilts his head.

"We've had ample time to do our research. Seeing as you were unconscious for a bit. And we did, yet we had decided we'd rather just ask you, yourself."

Seonghwa adds

How could it possibly benefit them waiting this long, with no guarantee I'd even tell them anything..

"Why do you want to know about me so bad? Can't you just show me the way out of here?."

I snarl with annoyance, patience running thin

"We can help each other, though..see you didn't just run, did you? You left someone.."

Seonghwa states before reading something off a paper

How do they know this..

"Why do you know this? Who the hell are you people?"

I grow more defensive as my body starts to become tense. Glaring at the men Infront of me I wait.

"We like to call ourselves ATEEZ.. "

Wait....I know that name..the rival mafia of The 6ix. How the hell do I make it out of that shit hole just to end up in their shit hole.

I groan, a throbbing headache approaching upon knowing exactly who I'm dealing with.

This is just great! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Should I just shift and kill them all?

"Listen.. I know exactly who you are just by that name.. and quite frankly, I'd rather not have any more blood on my hands, so if you could just let me go, that'd benefit us both.."

I state with a sarcastic smile, now even more on edge with the current situation

"Woah.. no need to threaten. We would just like to offer you a better life."

Hongjoong states making me wonder what he means by that

"You lot better start talking then. My patience is almost non-existent at this point.."

I snap back, my eyes not leaving my hands as I speak while sharpening at my claws. I then glance at them with a bored expression.

"Well, the main thing we would like to ask you is.. will you join us?"

Jongho's first time speaking since we started this conversation

Huh!? Oh hell naw

"You've got to be some crazy bastards to ask me that..and even crazier if you think I would agree to that.."

I've had enough of this conversation.. they managed to get on my last nerve with that question. The audacity these fuckers have is astonishing.

"I don't know if you couldn't understand, but I want nothing to do with this life. Certainly nothing to do with The damn 6ix, that's for sure!"

I growl, my teeth now bared at them in anger

"We figured you'd get upset when we decided to ask' you that... I told you even though we decided to ask you.. we did still dig up what information we could get about you."

So that's why they knew I left him.. what else do these people know..?

"What else do you know..?"

I demand, not realizing my heart rate is speeding up

"We know The 6ix treated you like an animal..used you like a killing machine. We know that they caged you and starved you. That they beat and tortured you. We know you escaped that night you were hit."

I could only sit and listen, emotionless while the flashbacks hit me like a train

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Flashbacks

"Didn't- I- tell- you- kill- him? Huh! "

Each pause was followed by the harsh smack of the whip. My cries and groans falling on the deaf ears of the merciless man.

"He was only a child!"

I cry even though I know I should've just kept my mouth shut.

"Child my ass- "

He whips harsher than before

"His father should've thought about that beforehand- "

He yanks me by the scalp, pulling my head back as a whispers in my ear

"Now they both lay dead, right where you left them."

I cry more knowing they killed the boy anyway, my efforts to save him in vein.

***

"Eat up! We need you energized for this one"

The guard toses the food in the cage after three days of being starved. I felt embarrassed with how fast I ate the food, watching as the guards stand around laughing.

They enjoy my pain.. watching me suffer

***

"You know you have such a nice body-

The man touches my bare body, to which I try to jerk away. My tears make my vision blurry and I feel so helpless

"Now..now..I promise I won't hurt you too bad, babe.."

I can only cry more, completely restricted by the chains around my wrist and ankles.

"Please leave me alone.."

The man grabs my neck, starting to choke me out. The only I remember hearing is the sound of a pants buckle before I went unconscious.

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ATEEZ'S pov

We all look around at each other, the girl before us completely spaced out.

"Guys, I think we might've got to personal with her.."

Wooyoung states now worried seeing the state your in after they brought that up.

"She was holding her own, up until now. What did The 6ix do to her..?"

Seonghwa speaks angrily, watching as the tears start to well in your eyes

"Shit she's crying.. what do we do?"

Jongho is freaking out. This man doesn't know how to deal with this shit.

Yunho Is already moving to sit next to girl, automatically embracing her as she cries.

"We didn't mean to upset you..."

Yunho states witqh a soft voice while looking at the girl.

"We only bring these things up because we want you to know we would never do such things to you. We want you to join us...be a part of the crew."

Yunho continued, and she explodes but she doesn't leave Yunho's arms

She looks at Yunho teary eyed, frustrated with fact that he looked so sincere when he said it. Yet she doesn't want to trust them just because they say one thing..

"You're going to have to prove it to me then! For all I know, you guys could be trying to use me for my panther.. Just. Like.Them"

They must've really done some messed up things to her.. she is so untrusting and defensive..

They each begin to think to themselves. How could The 6ix treat, someone seemingly so innocent, so horribly?..

"We will do more than prove it. Though, you should probably be lying down right now. Ya know, resting your body from that accident.."

Yunho is quick to reassure me

"My name is Y/n by the way.."

I glare at them all one last time before heading off back in the direction we came from.

"One of you show me to my room!"

I shout not bothering to look back as I keep walking

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Timeskip

Y/n pov

My tiny hands are interlocked with his as we run through the beautiful forest. Our giggles heard along the path to our favorite spot, which is particularly hidden.

The small pond placed at the top of a little hill, covered by trees and bushes. We arrive immediately bringing out the food. I glanced at the boy, eyes carrying the most adoration the world could hold.

"You eat first, Jongwu.. I want to make sure you're full before I eat."

I tell him, as my tiny fingers grab the steamed potatoes and bread. The brightest smile on my small face while I offer him the food.

"No we eat together.. you know that.."

He immediately denies as always, handing me a potato and piece of bread.

"They already don't feed us that much..why should I be greedy now?"

He ask with a sweet smile, to which I frown

"That's not fair.. look how skinny you've gotten.. I know you sneak portions of your food into mine."

He looks at me briefly but he doesn't denie it

"You shouldn't care so much about me when you're suffering to, brother."

He just ignores me, continuing to look ahead at the beautiful pond, chewing on the potato. But I can see by his change in posture that he heard me clearly. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"How long do we have to live like this? C-can't we just run away?"

I ramble the suggestion, fiddling with my potato before I take a bite

"We can't Y/n.. you know what they'll do if they catch us..plus where will we go?"

He says with nervousness, the unspoken warning enough to make chills run through our bodies.

"We are already gone, and this is our hidden spot. We can just run from here and never look back.."

My words are rushed out as I start to get excited about the idea of getting away from here.

"Y/n I said no!"

My excitement dies and I look at my brother with sorrow.

"But we can-"

Ruffling in the bushes has me snapping my lips shut. Immediately becoming quiet as I stare wide-eyed at my brother.

"Come here now"

My brother mouths, not a single sound is made

The fear only rises as the ruffling gets louder and we start to hear unfamiliar voices. My brother squeezed my smaller body closer, now scared.

"Y/n we should run back.."

He says quietly while grabbing my hand as he sprints. Barely giving me time to react, stumbling a little before my little feet catch balance.

Though my brother doesn't get to run for long, coming to an abrupt stop. Causing my body to smack into his back.

"Ow "

Not understanding why he'd stop along with the pain in my face. Has me taking a look myself...

There is a car parked at the entrance leading to our spot. We are still hidden but there is a group of men surrounding the car. My brother looks at me moving us so we get low. Mouthing that we should stay there and be quiet. To which I nod in understanding and look forward again. The conversation between the men is loud and it's clear these men are bad news.

"Ha! The boss was so pleased when we brought him that panther!"

The man chants happily as he claps his hand on his mates shoulder.

"Damn straight! He's been looking for a prominent predator to do his experiment for the longest. We are just lucky! Who would've thought a panther would get loose from the zoo.."

The men all make sounds of agreement.

"Yo! Min-Hyuk are you done taking a piss! We got to hurry back!"

One of the men shouts, sounding annoyed

"I'm coming damn!-

We heard the sound of the man getting closer but couldn't react fast enough before he noticed us.

"ooo what do we have here..? Where are you going, little ones!"

We get up, sprinting towards the exit of the trail. Inevitably towards the group of bad men. Though luckily by busting out of the wooded area we managed to startle the men. We continued to run as the man that found us was hot in pursuit.

"Catch them!"

The man shouts as the men fumble to start moving in pursuit of us as well.

"No! Leave us alone!

I can't help but scream in fear with all these men suddenly chasing us.

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Y/n

My body jolts awake and I'm drenched in sweat. One hand is placed on my chest over my heart, as I struggle to catch my breath. And I only start to calm down once I look outside the window, at the moon.

"Sigh"

My body goes limp on the bed once again. Mind going back to the dream. No the memory... the memory that always reminds me of that day...I was kidnapped to be made into this.

Never would've expected, in my little innocent mind, on that unfortunate night we'd go from bad to worse. Leaving the custody of our abusive parents, right into the wretched clutches of The 6ix.

I should've never wished to run away.. maybe we would've still been off bad, but at least I wouldn't be this... a predator

I have to force myself out of the depressed state I awoke in. Knowing the past is the past..

I am who I am now... and nothing can change me back..

With that thought I am reminded just how sweaty I was when I woke up. The cool air in room making goosebumps arise on my skin. And I come to realize I'm thirsty as hell to, when I struggle to swallow with how dry my throat is.

There is no longer any ache in my body when I move towards the door. Though I still move sluggishly into the giant hallways of the mansion.

Wait..where the hell is the kitchen -_-

Now annoyed I start searching around the stupidly big place for a kitchen. Finally finding the place after looking for thirty minutes straight. Immediately I reach for the fridge for a water bottle. Chugging down the cold beverage with ease.

I guess I got lost in space for a bit. Not noticing the body coming into the kitchen. Until they flip the light switch, some what startling me out of my trance like state. My eyes come in contact with the unnaturally cat-like eyes similar to the eyes of my brother.

"I was just coming down for a drink.. I'll get going.."

Even being a predator my natural bodily response is to be submissive. To not be seen, to move around in fear. The 6ix made sure to remind me everyday of my place...

"What happened? Why do you seem a little different?"

San asks' both confused and concerned. With my drastic change in behavior and demeanor compared to earlier.

"N-nothing just had a bad dream.."

I speak very meekly compared to the feistiness from earlier. It was a facade to make myself seem stronger than I am. Well I'm obviously stronger than anyone here but I'm so weak minded. The recurring memories of my treatment from The 6ix. Wired my brain to except the cruelness and pain. Making me believe maybe I was meant to be treated this way. Maybe I am just nothing..

"Do you want to talk about it?"

San ask immediately in a soft timber

No one has ever asked about me..

"Um.. honestly, I'd rather not relive that nightmare again."

I reply saddened by the very thought of it

"That's okay, doll, why don't you come watch some TV with me.."

He offers with a cute smile on his face

Why is he being so nice to me?

"But it's the middle of the night.."

I state a little surprised with the suggestion

"Come on, just one movie?"

He asks' again with a hopeful gleam in his eyes

I chuckle a little before nodding my head slightly. He immediately grabs my hand, leading the way to the living room I'm guessing.. Though I can only focus on our hands intertwined. The blush burning on my face causes me to look away. Hoping the walk to the living room isn't a long one.

Luckily it wasn't, but my panic doesn't subside as San sits so close our thighs touch. Yet I feel oddly comfortable in the presence of San. I could never say the same about any other man I've encountered outside of this mansion.

"We should watch *insert favorite comedy movie* I heard it's pretty funny."

San says excitedly like he'd been wanting to watch this movie for a while now. All I can do is nod my head once again.

Wow, I wasn't expecting this movie to be this funny

At some unknown time, while watching San and I became so immersed in the movie. We subconsciously ended up snuggled up close. Laughing at the funny scenes together.

I don't even realize when I had became tired again. Till I'm slowly fighting my sleep in the middle of the movie.

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San

I've had many bodies up against mine but none felt as right as the one up against me now. The moment she snuggled closer to me, I could no longer focus on the movie. Only laughing along when she laughs, even though I can only think about how adorable her laugh sounds.

I didn't even realize she was getting sleepy until I felt her body get heavy at my side. Looking over at her now sleeping form I begin to admire her relaxed features.

How could they treat her as if she were nothing..Like she should just kill for them...

I gently pick up her smaller sleeping form, walking off in the direction her room is. After a medium walk and a mild workout we finally reach her room. And I try to lay her sleeping body on the bed as gentle as possible to not wake her. But as I move to get up and leave, I feel her hand grab my wrist.

"Stay.."

She asks' in her sleepy state, eyes barely opened.

She's so cute how could I possibly say no..

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Y/n

I snuggle closer to the warmth. My arms wrapped around the firm body. My eyes snap open upon that realization. Coming face to face with San's adorable sleeping face.

When did we get to my room?... And when did San end up in my bed!?

"San.."

I say gently shaking his sleeping body. To which he tightens his hold on me. Snuggling his face in the crook of my neck.

"S-san!"

I stutter out a little louder

"What.."

He mumbles out with his morning voice, which is way deeper..

"Um- c-can you let me go?"

I curse myself for stuttering so much. But nevertheless San's embrace leaves my body almost reluctantly.

"Sorry.."

San says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Oo it's okay.. um just wanted to go get s-something to eat.."

I can't help but sound flustered as I move out of the bed. Rushing to the door and leaving San on the bed in my room.

I rush down the hall, following the direction I went last night to get to the kitchen. As I'm rounding at corner I run right into what felt like a wall. Stumbling back as I groan in pain, about to bust my ass aswell. That is until I feel the strong arms of someone stoping my fall. Opening my eyes with my hand on my nose. I see the handsome face of Seonghwa.

"Sorry Y/n you came around the corner so fast I didn't have time to stop.."

He apologizes as he moves my hand to inspect my nose causing my blush to deepen.

"I-it's nothing, sorry about that...and don't worry it will heal."

I quickly assured, backing out of his hold while my eyes look everywhere but his.

"So where were you heading love"

He ask curiously, seemingly unaware of the effect the nickname has on me.

Love?..He probably doesn't even know he called me that

"I was going to kitchen...I'm hungry."

I choose to ignore the name when I reply, trying to seem unaffected.

"Oo okay follow me love"

The teasing tone of his voice lets me know, he knows exactly what he's doing. My blush has my face looking like I just got done running a marathon.

Seonghwa and I reach the kitchen, and my senses automatically start to go haywire. Wooyoung behind the kitchen counter cooking breakfast, with Jongho, Hongjoong, and Yeosang at the counter. The delicious smell has my eyes dilated and my tail swaying contently. But I was taught by The 6ix that I eat last... and if there is no food left I simply don't eat..

So dwindling my excitement to eat, I sit down waiting for everyone to reach the kitchen. San, Mingi, and Yunho enter together. Seemingly talking over something serious. Though the conversation is hushed upon entering the kitchen. San gazes in my direction and it seems he can't stop the smirk that crosses his face, seeing the blush that spreads across mine.

"Y/n didn't you say you were hungry? Why haven't you got any food yet? There are dishes already finished that you can grab from."

Seonghwa says after finishing a brief conversation with Jongho.

"Oo.. you aren't going to make me wait?.."

I asked confused with the hierarchy they have setup within their mafia.

"Why would we make you wait Y/n? We aren't The 6ix..they treated you like an animal...it wasn't right.. Here you will be treated as a member of the team.

Hongjoong speaks seriously, and his eyes show the empathy he holds for me. But the tone in which he speaks tells me just how much he loathes The 6ix.

"Thank you..."

These words of gratitude are all I can muster. It has only been two day since I've gained back consciousness. And within just this short time, I can already tell these men are different and this is no regular mafia.

Grabbing a plate, I start putting portions of the different foods on my plate.

I wonder just what do these people do?

"So I can't help but ask.. what kind of mafia are you lot? You don't seem heartless enough to be doing what The 6ix does..."

My voice is low as I speak remembering some are horrifically heartless things The 6ix has done. The thing the made me do...A shiver runs down my spine when I think about it.

"We sell drugs, artillery, and cybertech.. San and seonghwa handle the artillery. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho deal with the drugs. Jongho and Yeosang sell and fix cybertech. Then I, lead the group, plan our missions and schedules."

Hongjoong explains pretty nonchalantly taking another bite of food. While I have seat at the table, I take a bite of my own.

Nothing compared to The 6ix...no prostitution, child trafficking, and illegal animal trade. Just commodities..

"Mm, I can definitely get my hands dirty in this field of trade.. This is a completely different dynamic compared to The 6ix."

I say without much thought taking another bite of the scrumptious meal.

"From what we've heard, I'm not surprised that's how you feel about The 6ix... They sound horrible, but they could never and will never top us, even with how low they've stooped to try and do so."

Yeosang states with his deep voice, making my ears twitch slightly.

"Trust me.. I know how The 6ix has always struggled to top ATEEZ. They would never shut up about it. After you lot got big and took over, they became obsessed with becoming number one again."

I state absent mindedly, remembering the nights I'd get beat by him out of pure anger towards ATEEZ

When The 6ix was number one, I got treated somewhat decently. But as soon as ATEEZ came in the picture it all went down the drain. They strated treating me like I was nothing but an animal...someone to let out their anger towards.

It's not their fault that The 6ix treated me the way they did though. I can only blame each and every member of The 6ix for that...

"Y/n are you okay..."

Yeosang asks' concerned yet they all adorn shocked faces, to my confusion. That is till I follow their line of sight. Seeing my plate shattered, with my fork clutched so tightly in my hand. It shattered through the plate, stabbing into the wooden table.

"O-oo I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to..."

I immediately panic and start cleaning up the mess I've made.

"It's okay don't worry about it.. don't touch it though, we have someone to clean it up for you. Are you sure you're okay Y/n?"

San assures before he asks' once more. But the answer I give, shocks the men around the table.

"I'm more than alright..now that The 6ix will die by my hands."

The tone in which I speak is filled with malicious intent. My tail sways aggressively as I subconsciously growl the words out with a snarl on my face.

"And we would be more than willing to help with that.

Hongjoong says with a tone almost as malicious.

To be continued-

Next chapter: Becoming ATEEZ

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