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The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. Yet your soul was anything but calm.

You stared into the night, face blank, puffing the smoke of the cigarette out your mouth,barely flinching as Jimin cleans your busted lip between your inhales. You couldn't rest no matter how much the boys told you too. You threw away the cigarette without a care and Jimin sighs,

"Y/N, I get that you're sad but for the love of god stop wallowing in guilt, it wasn't your fault, Jungkook is fine. We managed to lose the fuckers and bring him back here. He's okay,Jin's checking up on him now. Your stitches are holding up great on him."

You hum in acknowledgement before standing up and walking back inside into the warmth of the house just as Jin comes back down the stairs and he gives you a soft smile,trying not to look at the bruises that painted your torso and arms like watercolor stains of purple and yellow from the impact of being kicked and grabbed like some kind rag doll. The man had not cared if he caused you any damage all he wanted was to get paid. Jin was concerned he had cracked a rib or two from the welts of purple that were etched on your skin, but you assured him there was no internal damage.

"Is he okay?" You ask nervously and Jin nods making you all sigh in relief.

"He's okay, got a fever but it's a natural reaction after being shot, it's like a withdrawal of shock. He refuses to sleep until he's seen Y/N." Jin chuckles and you look down shyly grabbing your hoodie from of the couch and slipping it on to cover the bruises from Jungkook. The last thing you wanted was him to get angry and worry about you.

"Are you sure I don't need to look at them? You took some pretty hard hits by the looks of it." Jin says softly. You give him a reassuring smile and shake your head,

"Thank you for your concern but I'm okay, I've had worse."

The boys frown understanding what you had meant and you shyly shuffle towards the stairs before rushing up them. You pause in front of Jungkook bedroom door and take a deep breath before softly knocking and a voice croaks out from behind the door,

"Come in."

You slowly push the door open and walk in, shutting the door behind you and your breath hitches taking in Jungkook's weak form. He was pale, eyes has dark circles, his skin sheen with sweat,his long hair stuck to his face and his shoulder was tightly bandaged and he cradled his arm close to his bare chest. You rush over to him and grab the cloth that rested in a bowl of cold water, ringing it out and dabbing his face gently with it and he sighs in relief.

"Hey baby girl." He murmurs lifting his arm that wasn't injured and caressed your cheek softly and you lean into his touch, closing your eyes before opening them and moving your head to press a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.

"You scared me, when you passed out, I thought we lost you. Your pulse was so weak." You whisper, accidentally letting a tear slip, wiping it away quickly, sniffling and giving him a small smile. He looks at him sympathetically and rasps out,

"I'm sorry, d-didn't mean to scare you."

You shake your head and lean down and press your lips to his forehead and brush his hair back, placing your forehead against his whispering,

"Don't be, you're okay now, besides I should of been more careful."

"How were we supposed to know that was going happen? We had no idea. I let myself worry and I shouldn't because I know you can handle yourself, please don't blame yourself, I have a target on my back anyway, I was expecting to get shot at to be honest." Jungkook says softly looking into your eyes before closing them and pressing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss before pulling away and dipping the cloth back into the water and repeating your actions from before.

"Hmm thank you nurse Y/N, I appreciate your help." He teases tiredly and you chuckle, shaking your head in amusement.

"You're very welcome Mr. Jeon, I suggest you get some sleep now sir." You say playfully and he pouts as you stand up. He grabs your wrist and you bite your lip, feeling his fingers dig into the bruise but you hide your pain not wanting to worry him.

"Stay? Please?" He asks sheepishly. You smile and nod, climbing into the bed and lying next to him and you rest your head on his chest and he wraps his arm around you and he squeezes your hip to try and reassure you but you hiss in pain from the pressure and he lets go instantly and sits up with some struggle much against your protests for him to lie back down.

"What was that? Are you hurt?" He asks and goes to lift your hoodie but you push his hand away quickly.

"I'm fine, just a little scratch." You lie and he frowns.

"Sounded more than just a little scratch to me, just let me look." He says and before you can stop him he's already lifting your hoodie up and his face turns from concern to anger as he lifts it higher before pulling it off completely leaving you in your crop top and sweatpants. He looks over the purple and yellow stains on your torso and arms and then to your busted lip that looked much better after being cleaned.

"What fucker did this? What happened?" He growls and you shiver, gulping.

"I'm fine baby I promise just a little sore. I was dragged into the crowd by some guy and blindfolded and he threw me into some room, I tried getting up but each time he just kicked me back down. He tried to tie my wrists together but he didn't have much luck. I sorted it, I'm fine I promise, focus on yourself, lie back down you're going to tear your stitches." You say helping him lie back down.

"I should of been closer, I'm sorry, did the bastard get what he deserve?" He murmurs still angry.

"Mhmm, knocked him out, pretty sure I broke his nose." I smirk lying my head on his chest. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head,wrapping an arm around me mumbling,

"That's my girl."

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"I warned you. I fucking warned you all! They're smart and hide in the shadows! How did you not notice them?! They've got Chanyeol. And you! How could you be dumb enough not knock her out, I told you she's not as weak as she looks!"

They look down ashamed with their mistake as Lay sits across from them holding an ice pack to his face, glaring at them.

"S-Sir we tailed them, we have a car sitting outside the house right now." A guy speaks up. Yixing nods and stands up,

"Make sure they watch them, don't approach until I say, I want them to be unprepared, I want them all dead but Y/N and Jeon Jungkook, I want him brought to me so I can kill him myself. She needs to be back before Beom-Seok gets back, if he finds out she ran away to be with them, he'll kill everyone." Yixing snarls.

They nod and scurry away and Yixing sits down sighing in frustration wincing from the throbbing pain from his black eye.

"You'll come back one way or another Y/N..."

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In the wash of the new light, your face takes on the appearance of an old photograph, one of nostalgia, so beautiful. Jungkook watches as it brings your skin into focus, not yet animated with the warmth of who you are, for you are still in the land of dreams. And since there is no better thing to do but to bring his body so close that your hearts synchronize, he hugs you till you wake, when the light is so strong that you come into the present with him, eyes open.

You let a soft tired smile slip onto your face seeing Jungkook was already awake staring at you with adoration, brushing your hair out your face with a small smile on his face.

"Good morning." He rasps his voice a few octaves deeper from sleep. You lean up and press your lips to his and he smirks into the kiss, slipping his hand out your waist and tugs you onto his lap despite the ache in his arm. You giggle and place your hands on his chest as he leans up wanting more.

"Is this how we're going to start every morning?" You tease pulling away from the kiss and he chases your lips wanting nothing more but to have his lips on yours.

"Mhmm get use to it baby girl." He smirks pulling you back into a kiss but swipes his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you open your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in and take dominance. You slip a hand into his locks and tug gently and his moans into your mouth and you pull away and take his bottom lip in between your teeth and tug it gently before letting go making him shiver. You chuckle and lean back sitting up and tease,

"You gotta heal first before you get anything else."

He groans and whines, "You're a cruel woman."

You giggle before leaning down so your mouth was beside his ear whispering,

"I just want you in top condition."

He tenses and looks at you with a smirk and nods as you lie back down beside him.

"I think I cope with that." He murmurs.

"Good now, I'm going to talk with the boys about what our next move is, you rest up okay?" You say climbing out the bed and he sits up, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, I don't want to be kept out the loop." He says determinedly and climbs out the best wincing at the ache in his shoulder and stumbles slightly and you rush over to hold him steady and he laughs wrapping his uninjured arm around you and walks out the room and into Namjoon's office where everyone but Hoseok and Yoongi was.

"There you are was going to get Jimin to come wake you both. How are you feeling Kook? Y/N?" Namjoon says looking you both over to make sure you're okay.

"I'm fine, sore and achy but nothing I can't handle." Jungkook says nodding at Namjoon.

"Same here, I've took a worse beating." You mumble and they nod before changing subject.

"Got any idea what's their plan?" Jin says and Namjoon nods and turns to the screen behind him.

"So it's definitely confirmed Kang Beom-Seok and Zhang Yixing are in business together. Yixing takes everything over if he marries Y/N which is why he's so set on getting you back but technically speaking he can't." Namjoon says smirking.

"Why not?" Yoongi asks walking into the room wiping his hands making me cringe knowing exactly what had been happening. Interrogation.

"Because Y/N isn't actually Beom-Seok's daughter. But Beom-Seok only wants Y/N back because she's technically the only successor he has because he thinks she doesn't know about her not being his daughter, he's not protective of her because she's his daughter, he's not protective at all, he's possessive, he knows if something happened to her he'll have no successor at all meaning-" Namjoon explains but I cut him off,

"The business can no longer continue."

Namjoon nods.

"They only want Y/N to keep and gain power, but the thing is it doesn't work like that since she isn't his true successor, it's just the way the mafia works, you have to be their pure blood and you have none of his. His gang is doomed. She would of eventually found out and everyone would know, he'd get executed for taking another mans daughter just so he can continue his business, even if he was dead yet alone killed him, that's just how it works." Jungkook chuckles finding amusement in the situation.

"But that's not all." Namjoon says and changes the screen to photos of each of them from afar.

"They've been monitoring us..." Taehyung whispers with wide eyes.

"Way before we even met Y/N. They wanted to tear us apart for months. We're classed as the top dogs in the city, Beom-Seok just below us, if we fall apart or die he's on top which is what he wants, I don't care about rank but if Beom-Seok gets to the top, the whole city will be torn apart. We're the only thing in his way. He isn't going to rest until we're dead." Namjoon says looking at all of us.

Hoseok walks into the room and shakes his head,

"He won't give us anything. Beginning to believe he's genuinely been kept out the loop. I've tried everything to try and get something."

"Even-" Taehyung begins but Hoseok gives him a look and nods,

"Everything." Hoseok says and Taehyung shivers turning back to Namjoon.

"Okay well you know what to do." Namjoon sighs and Hoseok nods going to walk out the room but Yoongi stops him,

"Hold on...There's a car outside the house...I'm going through the cameras, it's been there all night...they didn't fall for it."

He looks back up from the computer with a stern look and murmurs making my heart race,

"They know we're here."

Poll Conclusion!

As promised the poll is now closed and the results are now in! Thank you for all the people that took part it means a lot! Now I want to remind you all that all these series will be posted eventually so be patient I will get them all posted quick as I can! But anyway without further of due...!

The winner is...

OUR BABY GIRL (MAFIA! AU)

I hope you're all excited! Sorry if it's not the one you want but I promise your preferred one will be up eventually! The preview of this series will be up later hopefully! Anyone who tries to plagarise any of my books I will take action I’ve had it happen to me too many times.

But anyway!

Love you my butterflies! See you soon!

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The Preview!

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“Why?”

“Why what? What’s going on?”

“Oh don’t act stupid Y/N. You know what you’ve done.” Namjoon scoffs making me frown in confusement. What had I done? I don’t remember doing anything.

“Actually. No I don’t. So please. Enlighten me. Because I fucking have no idea what’s going on Namjoon.” I snap losing my patience at all the cryptic words being used as if he was waiting for me to confess to something. They all were.

“I actually can’t believe you’ve done this to us. Of all people. I didn’t think it’d be you.” Yoongi spits with venom laced in every word, like a knife to my heart each word spat. He never shows this side to me let alone use it on me. He was always so gentle and loving. What had I done? Why was they all looking at me so...appalled?

“I want to hate you but I love you too damn much. Guess this is what I get for that huh?” Taehyung snarls and tears begin to spring into my eyes, heart heavy. He wanted to hate me. They all did. But for what?

“W-What’ve I done?! I-I don’t know what I’ve done!” I cry and I watch Jungkook’s eyes slowly soften seeing how distraught I looked. Out of everyone, Jungkook was the most observant of emotions and lying. He was a human lie detector. You couldn’t hide a single thing from him.

“Hyungs...” He says warily but he goes ignored, the others too immersed in rage as I prepare myself for the worst pain than what I was experiencing now.

“Since you’re acting so dumb should I spell it out for you? You. Betrayed. Us. Double spy scum.” Hoseok hisses and I let out a laugh of disbelief. They thought I had betrayed them? 

“What...” I whisper timidly unable to speak because I knew it would crack. Where had all this come from?

“You heard him, so there’s no point in lying and pretending to not know what’s going on now. Why’d you do it? What’d you tell Jung-mi?” Jimin growls and I shake my head in denial and disappointment. After everything. They really believed I’d do this to them?

“So this is what you think of me? This is how much you really trust me?” I croak and wave them off unable to gather words, too hurt, too shocked to even defend myself or form a proper explanation. I slowly back away from them and begin to make my way to the front door, I needed to get out of here. I felt like I was suffocating.

“You’re not giving us any reason to trust you so why should we? Not even going to defend yourself? You’re pathetic, you should be grateful we’re even sparing your life.” Namjoon snarls staring at me in disgust and I smile in defeat opening the door.

“I shouldn’t have to be defending myself. I’ll make this easy for us shall I? This will be the last time you see me. I hope you all live happy healthy lives, it was an honor to work with you, to love you.” I sniffle and Jungkook steps forward looking at me with devastation and fear, his heart was racing at the thought of losing you. He knew you. He knew you didn’t betray them, but they wouldn’t let him speak and now because of their foolishness he was suffering the consequences too. Losing you. The only person who made him feel human. Normal.

“Petal...p-please stay...I need you...” He whimpers, tears in his eyes and I shake my head blowing him a kiss.

“I’m sorry Kookie but the boys don’t want me here and I can’t ask you to come with me when they’re your hyungs’. This has made me realize where I stand with them and how much they really trusted and loved me. I love you, stay healthy, we’ll meet if fate brings us back together.” I whisper before exiting with tears streaming down my face. And just like that you was gone without a trace.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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So butterflies here’s the preview of what’s in store for this series I hope you liked it and are even more excited than before! I’ll probably touch up on this when I publish it officially because I could probably do a better job than this but yeah! This is what’s coming...I wonder what Y/N betrayed them about...or was it all a lie? 

Anyway I hope to finish Soul Ink soon so hopefully an update will be up soon! 

But until then, Love you my butterflies see you soon!

Weekend Ebb and Afterglow

A/N: Ahhh another installment in the mafia series? YES! Gosh, I hope y'all like this! This fic is my longest one by far (i think) so that's exciting! As always, please share your thoughts or ask any questions! And tipping is not required but greatly appreciated, so I will have my kofi linked

Note: This is the third installment of my Yandere Mafia Au and I encourage you to read the other fics (Namjoon's and Jungkook's prior to this one)

Pairing: Yandere Mafia! Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 18.0k

Summary: Working a phone sex line, an antiquated industry, can make sex seem pretty lame, but what do you do when a one-night stand turns out to be more than you ever expected? And yet, everything you needed.

Warnings: 18+, toxic relationship, yandere fic, obsessive tendencies, unhealthy relationship, choking kink, cunnilingus, breeding kink, housewife kink, daddy kink, finger sucking, fellatio, back scratches, fingering, sexual harassments, threats, trauma, allusions to a past attack (is not specified what kind), intentional triggering mommy issues, murder, death (none of the main characters), blacking out, this is a dark romance in a dark universe nothing is meant to be glorified, just enjoyed as a piece of fiction

The club's bass was nearly shaking the room and you couldn't care less. There were few things you enjoyed more than a packed dance floor on your night. You allotted yourself one weekend a month to put on your sexiest dress and have a good time. Whoever you were outside of these four walls, and two floors didn't matter one bit.

You danced with swirling bodies and strong arms until you stepped away to get water and some sobering solitude. You were a little tipsy, but you preferred not to get drunk on these nights in case you get lucky in any way. It had been several months since you last felt the sexual touch of a human and you could really use it after the week you had.

Immediately, you shook off the thoughts. It doesn't matter. You're not the girl who went through the shitty week, you're someone else. You aren't in a skin-tight dress to sulk. Sipping your water, you bopped along to the music until you felt a presence near you. More so, you smelt the mixture of sweat and alcohol, making you grimace. Nevertheless, you continued to dance lightly as you sipped on your water and cleared your phone notifications.

"Hey, baby, you alone?" You nearly gagged at the smell of rum, and quite possibly vomit, coming from the very intoxicated man. Even so, you continued to pretend as if he wasn't there as he kept prattling on about how pretty you were. Eventually, he grew frustrated, "Am I ghost or not worthy, huh?" He moved sluggishly to touch your shoulder and you stepped to the side swiftly before slamming your empty glass down.

The vibration on the bar made him jump as you fixed a sharp glare on him that made his wrinkled eyes widen, "If you're a ghost, then why are you still here? If you're not worthy, why are you still next to me?!" You snapped, making his wrinkles deepen as he frowned deeply and you scoffed, "Leave me alone if you're tired of being ignored, old man." You sneered and he shrunk.

"You're ugly anyway." He grumbled and you laughed like a maniac.

"You're right, and I'm crazy too!" You stepped to him and he stepped back, "I'll gouge your eyes out and use that worn-out tie to snap your neck!" You gripped the aforementioned dingy piece of fabric harshly, “Then I’ll juggle your pathetic eyes on the street to pay for my cab home, is that what you want?!” This was the final push he needed to leave you alone and you rolled your eyes as he slinked away, mumbling under his breath. The bartender, who knew your regular antics well enough by now, simply smirked at the exchange as she refilled your water.

"You don’t even know how to juggle, liar." A feminine voice whispered in your ear and you chuckled as your cousin Hanmi flopped down next to you, "It's my last night out in Seoul and you're trying to make me bail you out of jail for scaring a pervert?" She chided as she fixed her makeup in a handheld mirror.

You rolled your eyes, "And I'd frame the mugshot if I scared one of these losers enough to cry to the cops." You did have a lovely habit of ripping into pervert men. From the lurkers at the bar to catcallers, you just couldn't back down. You've done everything from threatening violence to showing off your knife to barking. Hanmi knew this, of course, she had been your roommate for the past couple of years, but she accepted a job overseas, so you were sending her off with a good night out.

Hanmi and you hadn't been close until she moved to Seoul and you ended up in an apartment together. Even now, she wasn't your best friend in the whole world, but she was as close as it got. Not that anyone in your family liked you all that much to begin with, "It would be pretty funny, but I'm trying to get laid tonight, so try to avoid it, hm?" She winked at you with a smile.

"And you're not the only one." You chuckled as you watched her eyes dart to the dance floor, "You going back out there?" She grinned mischievously before going back to the crowd of intoxicated bodies.

This was usually how yours and Hanmi's conversations went. Light quips and playful words. That was enough for you, anyway. You shook your shoulders a bit, not the time for you to dissect your emotional unavailability, or more so the emotional unavailability of those around you.

Playing with your straw absentmindedly as another figure came beside you at a more respectable distance. The smell was the first thing you noticed but in a much different way. Fresh bergamot and mahogany wafted your way as you caught sight of a glint on this man’s wrist in the flashing lights of the club. This made you flick your eyes to what you swore was a piece of art and not a man. He had hair that was styled with just the right amount of product, a jawline that could slice your neck, eyes that held a playful darkness to them, and a delectable tongue that darted out to wet his bottom lip as he looked you up and down in tandem.

Hoseok surveyed you with sinful thoughts in mind and impatience knocking in his mouth. The dress you were hugged your body in all the right places, tight enough for him to see your figure but not enough for him to visualize how you would feel under his touch. The curiosity was driving him crazy as he finally met your eyes. You stared up at him with piqued interest and he gave you a small smile, “Hi there.” He mused, enjoying the way your lips curved into an amused smile.

“Hi yourself.” You murmured, “Did you move seats to get closer to me or…?” You trailed off playfully and he chuckled, knowing you saw him slyly skipping seats from the corner of your eye.

“You caught me.” He sighed dramatically, “I was gonna come up to you earlier, but you were… preoccupied with a pest.” This made you laugh, and from the little he could hear of it, it was beautifully melodic, “I didn’t want to interrupt you while on a roll.” Not a complete lie. Hoseok usually had security intervene if people were making a ruckus in his club, but he waited with bated breath as he watched you and that man, ready to intervene the moment he tried to touch you. Low and behold, you proved to amuse him as he watched the man twice your size flinch back as you yelled at him.

Hoseok had seen you around here and there at a couple of the clubs he owned. This one in particular seemed to be your favorite. He wasn’t sure why he recognized you among the flurry of people that filter in and out of the nightclub scene. You were stunning, but it felt like something more that drew his eyes to your form. He was usually content with seeing you from a distance, swallowing his jealousy each time you flirted or went home with someone else in turn, as if he was proving something to someone. However, he couldn’t deny his intrigue as he watched you sneer at a man he recognized as a seasoned criminal. A man who, conveniently, was on his kill list anyway. It was like he was meant to talk to you.

“Glad you enjoyed the show.” You joked and he raised his glass, making you struggle to hide your smile. He was a fine piece of man for sure, well dressed too, “So,” You leaned on your interlocked fingers playfully and he raised an amused brow, “Do you dance, kind sir?” You batted your lashes at him while his smirk grew.

“Why don’t we find out?” He extended a hand that you took graciously as he led you into the sea of people.

The people that, at a glance, were not too different from Hoseok. Adults who were just seeking their vices to break away from normal life, much like you and much like you assumed Hoseok was. You wondered if you knew what you did now if you would have still danced with him, let alone even entertain his advances. You wondered if you could’ve done something different in the first place, if you even possessed the willpower to deny fate.

The song was sultry and tempting, almost as if it was meant for the both of you as he held you close, strong hands grasping your hips. The air immediately became heavy between the two of you as he pulled you close to him, chest to chest, making you gasp but nevertheless place your hands on his shoulders and you moved to the music. You moved with his expert hips that made your thighs tighten ever so slightly around his leg, making him give you a knowing smile as he leaned down to your ear, “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but my resolve is breaking.” His breath was hot, much like the rest of him, and you chuckled in a sultry manner making him groan.

You threaded your fingers through his soft hair as you whispered back, “I don’t think I came to a nightclub seeking a complete gentleman.” Your breath caught in your throat as his breath fanned across your neck, “You, in particular, don’t have to be a gentleman to me.” As soon as you finished the sentence, his lips hit your neck with ravenous intent, making you groan in delight, blissfully ignorant to a club full of people as this man sucked at your neck expertly.

You ground your pelvis against his own, making him hum lowly as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that had you keening against him, “If you sound like that after a few minutes of me on your neck, I wonder how else you’d sound doing something else.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Why don’t escort me home and see?” Was all you needed to say to make him break away from the assault on your neck, “You know, like a gentleman?”

He leaned his forehead against yours as he kept a firm hold of your swaying hips, “Lead the way sweetness.” His voice was huskier as he huffed against your ear.

His car was a sleek black with expensive-seeming leather seats. You had never been good at telling the value of things, but you could at least tell this foreign car was anything but cheap. However, this would not be the first time a guy has rented a nice car to impress a prospective dated, so you did not fully settle on this being his car. Nevertheless, he even opened the door for you and let you out in your address on his GPS.

“Oh, I better text my roommate, in case you turn out to be a murderer.” You snickered and this made the man smile in amusement.

“What if I am?” He teased and you shrugged thoughtlessly.

“Are you gonna kill me?” You cocked a brown at the smiling man before you and he shook his head.

“I got better things to do to you than kill you.” He gave you a seductive side-eye that made your thighs clench. Goodness, how long has it been that you are so impressed by this pretty face?

You chuckled both at his joke and your own desperation, “What? Torture me?”

“If it’s consensual and you want me to, I mean-”

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian here.” You chided, “All I ask is no murder or nonconsensual torture come my way from you.” You sent the text to Hanmi and glanced at his impeccable side profile. Was he some kind of big shot or just naturally that stunning?

He laughed heartily at your statement, “You should raise your bar a bit, beautiful, if all I have to do is not kill you or hurt you, without consent, of course.” He winked and you scoffed.

The ride back to your place was a flurry of teasing touches and seductive banter. His hand danced around your knee and towards your inner thigh as the short ride came to an end. You had lived maybe ten minutes from the club, for now at least. With Hanmi moving and the lease being up soon, who knows where you would go after-

A touch on your thigh drew you out and you looked up at the mysterious man before you and the stressors of your real-life melted away as he squeezed the flesh, muttering a compliment under his breath before his gaze met yours sharply.

“You still want me to, uh, walk you inside?” He gave you a relaxed smile whilst he provided you with a way out, which you thoughtlessly declined.

You leaned closer to him, breath hitting his neck lightly, “Walk me in, sure, but I was hoping you could fuck my brains out before you go.” His breath hitched and you held back your laughter at the way he got out of the car to open your door at lightning speed.

“After you, sweetness.” He huffed through a smile as you led the way.

In an instant, he had you pressed against the door after you crossed the threshold into your home. His mouth resumed his lustful ambush of open-mouthed kisses along your neck. Your fingers threaded in his hair as he caged you in his form. Surprisingly, you felt oddly protected as this stranger sucked at your sensitive spots. Usually with one night stands you felt nothing but arousal, and even that was touch and go at times, but with him, you felt safe for some reason as you let yourself fully succumb to the onslaught of sensations he provided you with. Large hands explored your form as one slid the hem of your dress up whilst the other lay at your hip, rubbing soothing circles along your now exposed skin as he kissed along your jawline. His hand brushed across the sheer fabric of your panties, making you shudder at the feather-light sensation of his fingers along your clothed folds.

“I can already feel how wet you are, beautiful.” He rasped against your ear before his mouth claimed yours in an impassioned kiss. Before you knew it, his hand had slipped under your panties and stroked along your bare cunt, gathering wetness before his finger rubbed your clit in expert circles. You moaned pathetically in his mouth as he smirked, dancing his tongue along with your own, “You like when I touch your precious little pussy like that?” He grunted against your lips as he slid a finger inside of you, making you keen again him and gasp into his mouth, “I slid right in, but you feel so tight still, fuck.” You tugged at the silk strands of hair making him chuckle breathlessly as he pulled away to take a look at your fucked out expression from just a few minutes of touching as you ground against your hand.

Never had a man-made you feel so aroused so fucking quickly as his thumb touched your clit just right all while he slipped a second finger inside, “Feel so good, fuck.” You heaved out as he groaned at your unabashedly lewd face.

“So fucking hot with your tongue poking out of your mouth like a horny bitch.” His tongue brushed against yours sloppily before he sucked on your tongue, eliciting a moan from the both of you, “Taste so good, wonder how you taste down there, can I see for myself, baby?” You were breathless as you nodded, mind whirling at how hot whatever the hell he did to your tongue was.

“Do whatever the fuck you want to me if it’ll make me feel this good, shit.” Your words broke off into a whine when his fingers brushed a particular spot inside of you.

He smiled wickedly at your pleading, “Brave words, but don’t worry, love, I’ll make you feel even better.” His husky voice was like music to your ears as he sank down to be face to face with your audibly wet sex and you choked on your own breath when his tongue lithely, yet methodically, explored you from your hole to the hood of your clit. He hiked your leg over his shoulder while he hummed at the delicious taste of you on his tongue. You had no words to offer him, only depraved moans and breathless expletives as he drank you for all your worthwhile you clenched and gushed around his fingers. He seemed to know you were close before you even knew it as his fingers inside of you sped up and his other hand kept a brutal grip on your thigh, which only proved to turn you on even more as you squirmed against him.

“I-I’m about to-” You tried to warn him, but with one final flick of his tongue it was much too late as you cried out, hands in his hair, and came so hard you swore you almost ascended from your physical form. He even guided your hips to ride out the earth-shattering orgasm against his mouth.

When you finally came down, he withdrew his fingers slowly as he sucked and kissed along the meaty flesh of your thighs, making your hum in satisfaction. Did you save the world in your past life or what? Never had you felt like a man earned oral in return until now. Hell, he deserved all the money in your bank account if that’s how he ate someone out.

Your eyes rolled back as you watched him suck his fingers clean of you, “Stop being so fucking hot and fuck me already.” You whined breathlessly, making him flash you his signature smile.

“Aw, I can’t do both?” He spoke in mock disappointment before flashing you a sinister grin, “Up we go!” He proclaimed and before you can ask what he meant he threw you over his shoulder, making you squeal, “Now, where is your bedroom so I can fuck you properly.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, “Down the hall on your left, crazy.” You continued to laugh as you felt him walk.

Your voice was quickly becoming his favorite song, rivaled only by your beautiful laughter as he joined you in being utterly entertained, “I usually prefer Sir or Master, maybe even Daddy, but I’ll let that side since you’re so cute.” He smacked your ass lightly before tossing you on your bed. He made quick work of your dress and you leaned up on shaky knees to help him unbutton his shirt as he focused on his belt.

Proof of the eagerness you both felt, your clothes were off in no time and he began to slide the condom on before you could even offer to suck him off. He seemed to read your mind as he spoke, “As much as I would love you to have those pretty lips around my cock, I just need to be inside of that sweet cunt of yours.” He mused as he kissed you, pushing your body down gently as he cupped your face sweetly. He pulled away from your mouth to study your face and sighed, “Goddamn you just get more beautiful.” He murmured and you scoffed.

“Yeah, I bet the mascara running down my face really brings out my eyes.” You chided and he nodded playfully.

Your relaxed smile was soon replaced by your own euphoria as you felt his hardened cock rub against you before sheathing within your walls, "Holy shit, so tight." He growled, face going in your neck to nip and suck at the sensitive skin as he began rolling his hips into yours.

Your hands found his hair again as you gasped out at the way his hips moved expertly, he had to be a professional dancer or something with that technique. Not that you had much time to dwell on the thought as he fucked you stupid with only wanton moans and desperate gasps leaving your mouth as he grunted praises into your neck that only spurred you closer to another orgasm at an alarmingly quick rate. His hips rolled himself deeper inside you even as he sped up to an unforgiving pace.

When he pulled away from your neck, you took a moment to appreciate the perfection of his facial structure. He really looked like a model or something like that even as sweat built on his forehead due to his methodical fucking and intense concentration on your own enjoyment, which was refreshing, to say the least. One of his hands went to your neck lightly before cupping your chin to meet your eyes and he looked at your fucked out form with soft curiosity and amusement, “You wanna be choked, sweetness?” He cooed and you nodded dumbly as you sucked on his thumb, muffling your whines.

He huffed at the innocent eyes you gave him, “You’re lucky you’re so cute or I would make you beg for it.” He chuckled breathily as he squeezed around your neck making you open your mouth in a silent groan as your eyes rolled back. The light-headedness settled in like a delicious high as his other hand circled around your swollen clit. He let go of you just a few moments later to lean down again, teeth nipping at your earlobe before he returned his intoxicating assault on your neck.

"You feel like fucking heaven baby." He rasped as his arms went behind you, hands grasping your shoulders to push you onto him in time with his merciless rhythm. Surely, he would be bleeding by now with the way your nails migrated from his hair to his back and scratched along the soft skin as you held onto him for some semblance of stability while he sent you to oblivion in carnal lust.

You’ve been fucked like a ragdoll before, but it usually felt way more one-sided. You usually felt like a tool in the other person’s pleasure and not like an involved participant in the pleasure. However, the man above you made his unyielding pounding feel like it was all in an effort to make you feel good, especially as you felt your eyes roll back while your throat let out a scream at the sheer force of your own orgasm.

He let out an animalistic growl as you clenched around him and he fucked himself into you just a few more times before cumming with a low groan, “Shit baby.” He nipped at the bruised skin on your neck in appreciation as you shuddered around him. Your own orgasm still raking itself through your body in slowly weakening ripples, “That’s okay, ride it out, sweet girl.” His voice was soothing as he rolled himself against you until you came down from your ultimate high.

His sigh of relief turned into a hearty laugh, “Holy shit, I haven’t came that hard in a long time, baby girl.” He mused as he pulled out of you before going to dispose of the condom.

“Same here, you maniac.” You rasped out and in no time, he was at your side with a cup of water and your mouth gaped at the speed he was able to locate your kitchen to get you a cup from the cupboard, “Goodness, did you study the layout of my place while you were eating me out or what.”

He broke his blissfully dazed stare at you and shook his head and feigned deep thought while you drank with a hum, “No, actually, I did it while I was sucking on your neck.” The shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes.

“Which time, vampire?” You teased, settling into the covers as you let this stranger rummage around your place.

“You know, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the nicknames.” He sighs willfully as he continues whatever it was he was doing, “Psycho, maniac, vampire…”

“Vampires, maniacs, and psychos can be hot and a fun time to be around, in my opinion.” You tiredly sassed only to be met with a velvet laugh and sarcastic agreement.

The last thing you recall before slumber took you was snuggling into his chest as he stroked your hair ever so lightly.

A couple of hours later, you woke up to quiet murmurs from- shit, what was his name? Before you could even think to admonish yourself for not gathering at least that basic information, his voice sliced through the silence in hushed urgency.

“Do I really have to go down there? Like, now?” He seemed to be annoyed at the interruption as the moonlight only proved to highlight his beautiful features. He must have noticed you in your half-asleep tizzy and you watched his creased brows relax for a moment as he softly placed a hand on your head, making your eyes flutter closed as you melted into the touch. When you opened them, again, you were met with a tender look. Part of you wished he wouldn’t be so kind and gentle, making the next morning that much more depressing as you return to regular life.

Right now, though, as he pulled you closer to him and gave you a light peck on your lips, you were not back to regular life, and that’s all that mattered.

“Well, yeah, I am quite busy.” He spoke as quietly as he could, “Look, just-” He huffed out a sigh that made you shift, but the steady strokes of his thumb on your hip, made you settle back into the warmth of his body mingled with the sheets.

You had no idea how the rest of the conversation went as your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on his heartbeat and the steady rhythm his thumb stroked along your bare skin. At this moment, you were nothing but a warm body he tended to, and that absence of real-life was a feeling you only ever enjoyed on a rainy day with a good book with some even better music. However, his presence was its own kind of drug, and you rode that high all the way back to sweet slumber as his muffled words proved to be white noise.

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The morning hit you like a truck as an extremely sharp contrast to your restful sleep. You awoke with an unusual start as a ray of sunshine slipped through a crack in your curtains and directly onto your eyes. You scrunched your nose in distaste and turned over, only to be met with wrinkled sheets and a very empty bed.

Not that you should’ve expected anything different. Not that you felt disappointed.

Because you didn’t. Of course not.

...that would be just ridiculous.

You blew out a sigh through relaxed lips when you found an empty nightstand as well barring a glass of water that he seemed to have refilled before he left. That was kind of considerate but still… Gosh, not even a number? Even some of the worst lays of your life had the gall to leave a number, but not one of the best? Just your luck, truly.

Although you had to remind yourself, it was probably for the best. The magic of last night could easily be sullied by real-life settling in.

That was the issue with relationships, they existed in the same world with your shitty job and shitty family and everything else shitty. Even if he did stay, or leave his number, what good would it do if the two of you were incompatible in all other aspects of life? That's why nights out and one-night stands kept you sane. They existed in a different world where you are just a beautiful being made to feel good. While the next day, your wonderful lay could be a psycho or worse, a pickup artist that sold those weird online courses to sad men and women alike.

Your nose scrunched at the thought. Ew.

People had too much baggage to make relationships work happily, more often than naught. Real-life throws a wrench in passion. What you wouldn’t give to leave this all behind and live in a bubble of romance and carefree stability. It wasn’t even that you were materialistic, you just wanted comfort. You just wanted to be anything but like your family.

Ugh, your family.

Before you could even open that pandora’s box, you reached for your phone to see if you had any notifications. Nothing unexpected, as always, was waiting for you. You texted Hanmi, confirming your one-night stand didn’t murder you, ignored texts from your mother, and scrolled mindlessly through social media until you felt well enough to attempt walking.

The soreness radiated throughout your legs and pelvis and you shivered at the cool faux wood flooring as you stood ever so slowly. Goodness, he really gave you no mercy. As worth it as it was, you couldn't help the grimace as you walked. You blew out another sigh at your messed-up reflection. Staring back at you was your form with tired eyes, smeared mascara extending to the middle of your cheeks, hair not at all the methodically fixed form it was just 24 hours before. You hummed thoughtfully at the dullness in your skin before deciding it was time to stop avoiding skincare.

With that, and a really good shower out of the way, you gazed in the mirror and nodded, much better. Long-standing insecurities aside, it was an improvement from before. It was adequate, a running theme in your life. Pulling on a long sleeve that went past your knees, you found yourself faces with the stillness in your apartment. Furniture from the thrift stores and picture frames that give off the illusion of a home but looking closer, they were full of art prints with no family photos or one's of friends. All of Hanmi's stuff was gone, so your place looked more and more like a stock home on a magazine.

A quiet morning for a quiet life. You closed your eyes for a brief moment as you sat with your morning coffee and a mindless show playing on the TV to distract from the deafening silence of your own solitude. Your phone vibrating startled you, not an uncommon occurrence in the slightest since it doesn't go off very much. Absentmindedly you answered with a brisk, "Hello?"

"Well, look who answered their phone." Your eyes scrunched in frustration as you mouthed a profanity at the familiar prickly voice and at yourself for answering the phone so carelessly, "I thought you changed your number with the way you're ignoring me-"

Without missing a beat, you hung up the phone, not wanting to fight with your so-called mother this early, "And yet you kept texting me." You murmured bitterly as you tossed the phone to the side of the couch after putting it on silent and blowing out a breath through pursed lips. You could fight with that evil woman any other weekday, but the weekends were yours and whatever warm body you decided to spend a night with.

Your mother was the one who taught you that in the first place, teachers took their weekends very seriously, after all, you figured she would understand a bit. Although hypocrisy was your mother's favorite meal it seemed, so all surprise was forfeit at this point.

You flicked through channels before settling on the news to play in the background while you looked for what food to order for delivery, not having the drive to make breakfast, especially with your soreness.

“...was reported missing over a month last known contact and sighting and has now been missing for..” You sucked your teeth at the thought, poor thing, no one to even notice her missing for a whole month. :..She was said to have lived a secluded life and was the daughter of the prolific Pumpkin Carver Killer. Police have found no leads due to how late her disappearance was reported…” You heaved a sigh, the uncertainty of what even happened to her making you frown, it was kinda pitiful.

Although, who would notice your absence? Your fellow phone sex operators that you hardly ever spoke to? Your mom hardly ever reaches you, nor does she try very far. Hanmi is out of the city by now, and she would probably only ever message you on holidays. Maybe the bartender at the club would notice your absence, but she certainly didn't know your name, nor you well enough to report you missing. Who were you to pity this missing girl on the news?

What if she just up and left her shitty life and made a new one? What if she had the courage that you have been craving for so long? You really could just stand up and leave, find yourself a new life in a new city, and yet you stayed, sat on the couch as you looked at her obviously old photo on the screen. Of course, there was a chance she was not safe at all, and that had to be part of the reason you stayed where you were. Not that you were resourceful enough to restart the mediocre life you built for yourself into something better. Running away couldn’t be the answer if you were the problem. Always making the wrong decisions for yourself, the safer decisions.

It felt like you merely blinked before it was Monday again, and you went back to normal. It was Wednesday now and you still had him in the back of your mind. 8:00 AM and you trudged out of bed, soreness completely gone along with the post-coital afterglow from the fucking of a lifetime. You huffed out the first of most likely a million sighs before you sat at your desk and waited mere minutes before the phone you had just plugged in rang.

You glanced at the flag icon next to the name and consciously prepped yourself, "Hi, I'm…" You paused for a moment, voice sultry enough to where it would sound like you were building anticipation while in reality, thinking of what name you'd use for today, "...Saturday, who do I have the //pleasure// of speaking to?" You internally cringed at the name and would most definitely change it next call, but Saturday was the only thing truly on your mind and it didn't take a genius to guess why when a chiseled jaw and powerful hips fucked that night away.

You took a deep breath. You really have got to stop thinking about that guy, even if you do see him again, you are hardly fit for dating, especially when most guys you've tried to date had the balls to demand you quit your job all while they were too broke to support you. Ugh, if only they could pick a damn struggle.

The job was fine, and the money was the same. You really only made as much as you did because you were a polyglot. From a young age, your mother wasted no time in trying to make ground for an emotionless wonder kid by enrolling you in who knows how many language classes all while she worked hard as a teacher and neglected you in favor of the kids in her class, although she claimed this was to give you time to focus on your studies. Imagine her horror when she found out your weekends off 8-5 work from home job was an international phone sex work line like it was shocking you found a job that revolved around people praising you for what you did after you led a life of ever-increasing expectations and isolation.

Although there was not much to be smug about, phone sex was a dying business and mostly old creeps utilized said services. No doubt, they made the job easy enough by doing all the talking themselves, but you were sure you would have a much more fulfilling time camming if you only had the confidence to do so.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." The same magic words you hear several times a day in several different languages, this time in Ukrainian, drew you from your thoughts as you glanced at the ticking analog time on the phone 3 minutes and 47 seconds, he was really pushing to pay no more than the five minutes.

All you had to say for him was vague "mm's" and "oh yeah?" Before he let out a loud enough groan to blow his mic out momentarily and you had to suppress a giggle at the three-second silence interrupting the peak of this middle-aged man's four-minute orgasm, and despite how often it happened, it was hilarious every time, "Oh, that was so good." You lied in his mother tongue while maintaining a sultry voice.

"Did you cum, baby?" He had the audacity to ask. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"I came so fucking hard, best orgasm I've ever had." Another lie that you would go on to repeat for four hours and in way too many different languages before it was time for your lunch.

Yet again, like a dumb bitch who never learned her lesson, you answered your phone without checking, and most importantly thinking, as the shrill voice of a pissed off senior citizen blasted through your speaker without missing a beat, “You ungrateful little girl, hanging up on me the other day?!” You cursed yourself much more than your mother ever could as you watched your ramen spin in the microwave, wondering if there was any room in there for you.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” You seethed, “I’m on my lunch break, doing great, thank you for asking.”

“Lunch break? Like you have a real job.” She scoffed and the false smile on your face fell as quick as it came. Her hatred of your job was only second to her hatred of you.

“Well, that’s enough of pleasantries.” You watched the time tick down on your microwave with a heavy heart. Oh to be ramen spinning in a heat box, “I have 30 minutes to eat and you have three left, what do you want?”

“What? I can’t call my daughter-”

“2 minutes and 50 seconds.” You taunted, much too old to fall for her version of flattery, like you still sought her validation as fervently as you did in your early teens.

“Always so dramatic.” She muttered before heaving a heavy breath, “I need a loan-”

“No.” You deadpanned, “Have a good day at work, give your students- oops, I mean kids- my love.” You snarled, ready to hang up the phone before your mother struck a chord.

“There you go again, blaming my kids for your problems.” She sneered.

“Yeah, well, trauma is funny like that-”

“It’s always someone else’s fault, never yours. My fault, my students’ fault, Jinsoo’s fault-” Time stopped and your mom felt it too as she stopped herself short. The nearly decade-old wound effectively ripped open and your temper shrunk.

“Fuck you, mom, oh my fucking- UGH.” You bit your tongue for a moment, “How dare you mention him. Super fucking low, even for you, I cannot stress that enough.” Your mother always had a habit of taking her role as a teacher to mean surrogate mother, which wouldn’t be half the issue it was if she had taken one second to show the same compassion and motherly love she gave to her students to her own child. If she wasn’t coming home late too exhausted from parenting to bat an eye at any of your academic achievements, or you in general, she would come home with another student who missed the last bus and dote on them, demanding you stay out of sight. Most of the students minded their business and didn’t take advantage of your mother’s kindness to steal, and even the ones who did never found your hiding spot. You were always able to stay hidden.

Until you weren’t.

“Y/n-”

“News flash: just because you didn’t believe me, doesn’t make his sentencing any less real.” You spoke through clenched teeth.

“I would hardly call probation a sentence.” The older woman spat back.

You scoffed like you needed reminding, “Ask your kids for a loan, then. Not me.” You spat, “It’s not my fault you gamble before you even get your paycheck.”

“I didn’t mean to mention Jinsoo like that, but he was just a kid and he feels really bad-”

Your eye twitched, “He was 20 years old!” You shouted, “He’s older than me. You’re a tenured professor, do the math!” Fights always went this way. You had to start checking who's calling before picking up, lest you fuck your psyche up every other day. Yet, you felt the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Stop.” Your voice dropped, now in a defeated whisper, “Just stop calling me, focus on your kids, like you always do.” Your tone was begging, and despite your malice, you kind of were begging.

“Please.” Your mother’s tone was just as vulnerable, “I took out a shady loan already and-”

“I don’t care.” Your laugh was humorless “I don’t like fighting with you, and that’s all we do, so let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?”

“I love you, y/n. I don’t know what they’ll do to me, so please know-” This wouldn’t be the first time she dropped the L-word in a desperate attempt to squeeze money from you. Of course, when you used to cave and another fight would be had, she would proudly state she was lying and that she doesn’t love you.

You have never evoked any emotion from her except disappointment.

That was a direct quote, and the only time you could not detect a lie from your mother’s eyes.

“If you signed yourself up for death, the least you could do is not lie the last time we talk.” You wiped the remaining stray tear as your microwave beeped for the fifth time, signaling your mother went five minutes over her time, “Have a good day, professor.”

“Y/n-” Click. You wondered if you had known that would be the last time you would hear your mother’s voice if you would say anything else if you would hang up at all.

Each time the answer was no.

A mere two minutes before your shift was set to continue did your manager text you hours were being cut, namely your hours. You now had the rest of the week off and your eye twitched at the inconvenience your wallet would have. Thankfully, Hanmi had been gracious enough to pay rent for the next two months, surely out of pity, but still kind nonetheless. The rest of your family pitied you, but they also kept you at an arm’s length for good measure.

Abandoning, the, certainly now cold, ramen in your microwave, you slipped into some leggings before donning a bralette to go under your sweater. Usually, you would put way more effort into your looks before going out, but the last thing you wanted to be was alone in this apartment with your thoughts. It was barely about to be the afternoon and all you could think about was how nice a vodka sunrise sounded right now.

The crisp air bit at you as you walked to the nearest, and open, bar. The wind was harsh, but it at least did the job of drying out your tears and making the heat in your cheeks lessen. Goodness, you could not fucking believe your mother, being able to praise your assailant and ask for money in the same breath-

,

He seemed to walk at a naturally brisk pace, but he always made sure you were right next to him, and the notion was so heartwarming you didn’t notice the way people actively stayed out of both yours and his way while you walked with a man you had never questioned who exactly he was. You were much too focused on trying to match your steps with his as you stared down at the pavement and before you knew it, his velvet voice caught your attention, “Your chariot, my liege.” He spoke jokingly as he opened the door of the familiar black car.

So this was indeed his real car. The question of who the hell this guy was still did not fully register in your mind as you settled in the comfortably heated passenger seat, “Should I ask where you’re taking me?” You mused as he got into the driver’s seat.

Your question made a sly smile grow on his face, “I should be asking if you have anywhere else to be today.”

“Nope, I’m completely free.” You assured him, “You’ll find my life is pretty bland beyond the weekend.”

The car rumbled to life as he chuckled, “The last word I would use to describe you is bland.”

His phone rang and he looked at you, "Go ahead, if it's important, I can just go home." He shook his head.

"I'll answer it, but I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, but you watched it drop as he answered the phone, "What?" He quipped.

"Hobi, hey, how are you and do you know Danish?" A lax voice spoke.

You watched his face twist in confusion, "Danish?" He asked in disbelief.

You perked up, having learned Danish at 13.

"Well, this Danish seller is trying to swindle me, I think, and I had some guys look into him and I have a voice memo of him talking to his goons that I need to be translated." The man spoke in such a blasé manner, "Most likely it's him confessing the real value or origin of the damn thing so, what do you think?" His tone sounded as if he knew the answer already.

Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes, "I don't know how to speak Danish Tae, how would I-"

"I can." You spoke without thinking. You really should've questioned why he would need to threaten someone or why you were so eager to help him do it, but he turned to you anyway, "I'm fluent, I could transcribe it. I could… help."

"Oh my… a girl?" The man, Tae, chided, "Is this… y/n?"

Hoseok froze and your eyes widened before you found your voice, "How do you…"

Tae gasped, "Hi y/n! Hobi would not shut up about you after you guys met, and you know Danish? Wow, what a special lady you-"

"Tae, you can embarrass me later." Hoseok whined and you snickered.

"Wait, I wanna talk to-" Hoseok hung up and you fought your smile, although it was futile.

"Wouldn't shut up about me, huh?" You smirked and Hoseok fought a blush, "I think you like me, Hobi." You used the nickname with a coy smile.

"Oh, I'm smitten, sweetness " He winked and you rolled your eyes playfully as he put on music.

At some point, somehow, you fell asleep. Your self-preservation skills seemed to be seriously lacking around this guy. There was no way his dick was good enough to make you lose all sense of self-protection, right?

Wrong. So laughably wrong.

When you woke up, it was cradled in the arms of what should have been just a one-night stand, a weekend fling, as he carried you out of the elevator and to his full-blown penthouse, “What the hell?” You mumbled.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” His chest rumbled as he spoke, “We were in the car for no more than 20 minutes but I would have felt bad waking you up.” You chuckled as you caught sight of his bill of sexual health hung on his fridge, a tactic you learned in college and carried into your own home still.

The sentiment brought you back to when you used to intentionally fall asleep or feign slumber like a child just to try and get your mother to hold you and carry you to bed. Of course, it never worked. She always either left you there or woke you up so you could stay out of her student’s way before they came in. By the time you were 14, you gave up and instead slept in your regular hiding spot.

Except now, here you were, being cradled in the arms of one of the hottest men you have ever seen in the nicest apartment you have ever been in. You glanced hurriedly only to see he had already taken off your shoes. The care was unlike something you had ever experienced, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, surprising him, “Thanks.” You spoke shyly, making him grin, which you thankfully didn’t catch, “I’m not too heavy or- it’s not uncomfortable to-”

“Quite comfortable.” He mused, humming before he sat on the couch, letting you both face the view of the cityscape. You had to be over 20 floors high with this kind of view. He remained holding you close and you never thought to question why as you snuggled into his chest, staring at the gray sky, “This okay?” You nodded lightly, “Do you want to tell me why you were crying?” He offered, cutting into the silence.

You sighed, it was almost funny how love-deprived you were. People often didn’t ask you what was wrong and genuinely want to know, so you were gluttonous with the opportunity, “My mom is a linguistics professor, tenured and everything.” You mused, “She has always taken her job really seriously and given her all to her students, acted like a mom to them, which left me..”

“Alone?” He asked, empathetically.

“Very much so. All her motherly instinct went to these college students while she dropped me off at prep schools and had me take the bus home.” You blew a breath through pursed lips, “Nothing I ever did impressed her, nor did she care. When she wasn’t being a mom to someone else’s kid, she was gambling her paycheck away.” There was almost a bitter taste in your mouth, but it dissipated as you felt a hand softly stroke through your hair, “When her students would miss the bus home, she would take them home and make me hide so I wouldn’t bother them.”

“What bullshit.” He cursed and it felt nice to have someone know your frustration.

“Most of them were fine, but some of them would try to steal or snoop around, but they never hurt me until…” You took a deep breath, “I was close to graduating high school, it was one of my last nights in that place and a student found me and- well, next thing I know we’re in court and my mom takes the stand for his defense and he squeaks by with probation.” Your breath was shakier, but he only held you closer and listened, and that’s all you ever wanted, “My mom called me today, asking for money, and when I said no she told me I always blame my problems on her or Han fucking Jinsoo, who apparently is so sorry.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm as your hands balled into fists, but it was short-lived as he cradled both hands in his right one.

“So that’s his name, huh?” He spoke thoughtfully.

You hummed affirmatively, not bothering to question why he would confirm it, you were just grateful someone wanted to hear what you had to say, “His name really just, sets me the fuck off and my mom already pushes my buttons, and then she says she took out a loan from shady people and tried to say she loves me if I never hear from her again.” You scoffed, “I know she doesn’t love me, so it was just, fucking annoying, especially when I used to really believe in her. Silly me, I guess.” You slumped against him before laughing a bit, “Sorry, I just-”

“Do you want me to kill the guy?” He asked and you chuckled again. The words were like ice, a sharp contrast to his warm demeanor just moments ago. It was then you noticed his hands were squeezing your own extremely tight, not painful, but his knuckles were white.

“Yeah, right.” You waited for him to laugh, but it never came, so you looked up at his dead serious face, “What do you mean kill him? Are you some big shot or something?” Your tone was joking with a hint of worry slipped in.

It was his turn to look at you quizzically, “You mean, you don’t know who I am?” He asked and you opened your mouth before shutting it.

“W-Why would I know who you are? Wh-” You blinked, moving away from him, but he kept his arms firmly in place, so you wouldn’t go too far. This was the first time you stopped to realize you still didn’t know this guy’s fucking name, “Oh my goodness.” You laughed at yourself and he mistook it for recognition.

“You remember now.” He smiled, but it faltered as you shook your head.

“I-I don’t even know your name and I talked your ear off about my bullshit-”

“Jung Hoseok.” He spoke, hands cupping your cheeks for the second time today, “Do you understand now?”

You sigh, defeated, “I’m starting to feel stupid.” You spoke honestly. Was the name supposed to mean something?

He-Hoseok, leaned his forehead against yours before he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, “No, sweetness, you’re not stupid.” There was no hint of lies in his voice, which was relieving, “Just… fuck, this is hard to say and I really don’t want to fuck this up, because being with you is so fucking great.” He seemed nervous, “How do you not recognize my name? Where do you work?”

It was your turn to be nervous as you shook your head, “I don’t want to fuck this up, please.” However a firm kiss to the forehead coaxed it out of you nonetheless, “I’m an international phone sex operator, I'm a polyglot so I have the luxury to do that and work from home.” You averted your eyes as Hoseok was able to understand how you just knew Danish so casually.

Hoseok would be a liar if he said your words didn’t pierce his heart a bit. He wasn’t close-minded by any means, but the visions of other men hearing your beautiful moans made his skin prick. He tried to keep the survey he did of your apartment to a minimum, just to make sure you weren’t affiliated with a rival, but he could have never guessed you did sex work.

“Please, say something.” He snapped out of his thoughts to see you, eyes scrunched as if preparing for him to push you off his lap.

“Do you like it?” Was the first thing he could think of and if you weren’t so nervous, you’d laugh at the notion of liking listening to old fucks cum on the phone because you chose slow slots to work and an outdated form of sex work.

“No, but I don't hate it. The only people who use phone sex lines are old men.” You scrunched your nose, “I barely even talk, they just kinda want someone to hear them.” You explained, shattering his misconceptions, "Sex work is still work, you know, nothing too riveting, just something that pays the bills." You chided.

This eased Hoseok’s worries. “Ah, I see why you don’t know who I am then.” He smiled his regular warm smile, “Here I thought you went home with me that night because you knew who I was, but I guess I’m just that handsome.”

A weight soared from your shoulders and you broke into your first genuine smile of the day, “Let’s say I know who you are then.” You quipped only to be pressed against him, “Wha-”

“I just want you to promise to not be scared of me when I tell you.” He buried his nose in your hair, “I don’t know why, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if I pulled back and you looked scared of me.”

“Unless you’re about to take your face off and reveal you’re one of my clients, we’ll be fine.” He nodded and you felt him laugh a bit, before letting out a nervous sigh “Gosh, are you about to admit you’re a cryptid or what?”

“Just promise.” There was a lace of desperation in his voice before he added, “Please.”

“I promise.” You nodded against his chest.

“I’m one of the seven heads in Bangtan Enterprises, I own the bigger clubs in the area and handle the nightlife, make sure no one is stepping out of line and make sure we get the weapons we need, some drugs too- to sell, I mean! We can’t exactly be drugged out doing the shit we do so we just steer clear-”

“Oh.” You spoke aloud unintentionally. /Oh./ So that’s what he meant when he asked if you wanted him to kill Jinsoo. He meant /killing/ Jinsoo. Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea- not the time to consider this. So the kindest man you have ever met is one of the kingpins in the criminal organization that is taking control of Seoul, and really Korea as a whole. You didn’t feel exceptionally alarmed by them because not only were your small fry in the city, but they also seemed to punch up rather than down, aiming for child and sex traffickers and corrupt politicians. Granted, they had been replacing them with politicians of their own cause, so that’s a gray area. Although their cause didn’t seem too bad, at least on paper, but drug dealing and weapons smuggling doesn’t sound awesome. You read newspapers and articles, you knew that much. Obviously, you didn’t read them as thoroughly as you thought, though. You kind of wished he did admit he was a vampire or Mothman, maybe that would be easier to digest.

“Oh?” He asked wearily, “What does that mean-”

“No idea.” You sighed out, scanning your brain for some kind of answer or response. You certainly weren’t scared of him, that was a fact. Whether or not that’s something to be proud of, you were unsure, “I don’t know what to say.” You sounded more confused as opposed to exasperated or frightened, and Hoseok mustered the courage to pull back to look you in the eyes.

He nearly jumped for joy as he saw not one hint of fear. Your breath hitched, looking him in the eyes then. There was such a palpable desperation in them and you never had anyone look like that for you before, be so eager for your approval. It was kind of addicting, “Can we still see each other, Jung Hoseok?” You smiled as his name danced on your tongue moments before he replaced your words with his own mouth.

The kiss was passionate, filled with emotion you never had to call your own before. Emotions you could not place the name of as he kissed you deeply, hand cupping your cheek so delicately. His kiss was not domineering or demanding, nor was it pleading, it was something else entirely. His lips caught yours each time you both pulled away for a fraction of a second for a mere semblance of air. No matter who let go first, you both caught each other in the embrace between your mouths. It was a millennia before the two of you pulled away, foreheads pressed against each other, exchanging heavy breaths as you both gasped in the dopamine-filled unknown emotion drawn between the two of you.

“I’d love nothing more than to continue seeing you, sweetness.” He caught your lips in a chaste kiss which quickly turned heated, lust intermingling with the flints of love between the two of you as his tongue tangled with yours deliciously.

You weren’t talking, but you had never felt so heard in your life as he gripped your hip.

You slid a hand from his hair down his neck ever so softly, catching the first button of his obviously expensive dress shirt, letting him know you wanted to be attached to him again. He groaned into your mouth erotically, making your core clench as you reciprocated the sound while he slid his hand under your sweater. His hands were much warmer after holding yours for so long. He traced your curves with his palm, brushing the side of your bare breast, realizing you were out without a bra this whole time, growling, “Gorgeous.” He huffed as he grabbed the soft mound, flicking a thumb over your hardened nipple, making you gasp into his mouth as you finished the buttons on his shirt. He helped you as you slid the shirt off his shoulders, getting an amazing view of his broad and muscular chest as you slid your hands over his pecs slowly. You had never been so transfixed with a man’s body before, but he was so beautiful.

“I think you’re gorgeous too.” You mumbled against his mouth, making him smile at how cute you were. Never had he been more naked than his sexual partner before, always felt too vulnerable, but with you, it was different. He felt this need to bare his soul to you and let you keep what you wanted for him if it meant he could have you with him. You kissed down the expanse of his neck with an open mouth, dragging your tongue back up his throat, tracing over his Adam’s apple, making him keen in delight.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good.” He cursed himself, his pants being as tight as they were and you hadn’t even touched him. When you began sucking a hickey into his skin, he felt his eyes roll back as his head leaned back, allowing you more access to him than he had ever given anyone. You shifted position, to have your core over his bulge, straddling him as you pressed your hat against his strained erection, making the both of you gasp, “Baby, fuck.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as one of your hands slid down to slowly rid him of his belt, making him moan while your other hand palmed his cock over his pants.

“These look expensive, I don’t want to make you ruin them.” You teased as you hooked your thumbs on the waistband of his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips with you still in his lap, making you giggle beautifully as you slid both garments down enough for him to kick them off. Immediately your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, making him bite his lip, head leaning back against the couch, “Your cock is so pretty.” You mused against his neck before you began kissing down his body, eventually settling onto your knees before him.

“Shit!” His eyes screwed shit as your mouth engulfed his tip, tongue flicking along his frenulum, collecting the precum. You moaned against his cock and he was petrified he would cum. He looked down to meet your doe-like eyes as your mouth sank further down his cock. You adorably reached for his hand, which he gave you as the other stroked your hair. He never made a move to push you further down on his cock open-mouthed with rough one-night stands. No, this was much different, “So good, baby.” He hissed as your tongue slid from the base of his cock to the tip and preened happily at the praise, “You’re so good to me, aren’t you?” You nodded, just as delighted, “You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock like that, sweetness.” You went to cup his balls, making him choke back a moan, “Yeah, baby, like that, fuck.” You hollowed out his cheeks and he felt a familiar feeling, “Oh my- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum already, so good.”

“I want your cum, daddy.” You spoke amongst the open mouthed kisses you gave to his cock as you worked your way back up to his tip, sinking your mouth down as he gripped your hair, careful not to push you down.

“Fuck, yeah baby, you want daddy to cum in your pretty mouth?” You nodded, his cock still in your mouth as your hand went to grip the base of his cock whilst the old still fondled his balls. He watched you bob up and down a few more times before he was cumming, a string of delicious praises escaping his lips as you swallowed him with no issue until he was done and you released him with a pop, proudly showing off your empty tongue to him.

This gave him the push he needed to lean down, taking you by the mouth as he lifted you on top of him again, a squeal escaping your mouth. He took this opportunity to break away and strip you of your sweater, allowing him access to wrap his mouth around your nipple, making you squirm as his other hand-rolled the other one between his thumb and pointer finger, “Your tits are so pretty, princess.” The pet name made you keen against him as you propped yourself up on your knees so he didn’t have to lean down. He took this chance to rid you of the rest of your clothes, which you helped him maneuver in return.

Your fingers threaded in his hair as he ravished your chest, “Shit, that feels so good, Hobi.” The nickname made his cock twitch.

“Wanna eat you out, gotta take you to bed.” He rasped against your breasts.

“You can just lay me here-”

“No, I wanna do this on my bed with you.” He was evidently in a lustful daze as he stood, wrapping your legs around his waist, making you squeal, “Wanna see that beautiful body on my sheets.” Another thing Hoseok has never said to a companion before. In fact, he usually preferred they didn’t see his room and often brought them to a guest room instead. However, nothing could stop him from making sure he had the image of your fucked out body in his bed burned into his memory forever.

He laid you down gently on the nice, most definitely expensive, midnight blue sheets and a black duvet. You watched with bated breath as he licked a slow stripe up your fold, making you toss your head back. You nearly screamed when he gathered your juices at your hole on his tongue and slurped, “So sweet, my baby girl.” He hummed against your clit, making you gasp before you groaned through shut lips, “Speak for me, sweetness, don’t be shy now.” He slipped a finger in you with ease, making the both of your groan as he lapped at your clit, “Always so wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.” You were breathless, being fucked dumb without his dick being inside you yet, “Oh fuck, I feel myself getting close already, what the fuck.” You choked on your breath as his tongue stiffened, adding additional pressure as he worked at the hood of your clit, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your core.

“You flatter me, darling.” He chuckled before his tongue continued his ministrations as he slipped a second finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. You gripped the sheets next to your thighs and he brought one hand up to hold your left one, which you grabbed tightly, making him smile against your dripping sex, “My baby is so cute.” He gushed before he dove into your core with an unforeseen vigor like he was a man dying of thirst and you were his endless oasis. This was enough to send you over the edge, ripping a scream from your throat.

“Fuck, fuck!” You gripped his hand as the orgasm shattered your sense of reality, still sending waves of pleasure through your body after the high, “Fuck me daddy, please, wanna feel you.”

“I know, my love, let me just grab a condom-” You gripped his forearm before he could leave, shaking your head, not even registering the pet name.

“Let me feel you, Hobi.” You stared at him with pleading eyes and he didn’t have it in him to say no, breaking another one of his rules because of how adorable you were, but he had seen your test results on the fridge and you saw his, “Want to feel you cum inside me.” You spoke through pouty lips and that was all the convincing he needed before he slid in you carefully.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned. You were so warm and pliant against his bare cock, it was addicting, He couldn’t fuck anyone other than you, he could not conceive that being a reality as you took him to nirvana, “You’re so tight, baby.” He leaned down as he pulled you into a loving kiss, “Gonna make love to you, darling.” he spoke, his words not being properly thought through. He was too preoccupied to fear scaring you off when you felt this good around him, his mind was blank, only you in his mind.

The mention of being made love to you, made you gasp, mind also too cloudy to understand the gravity, “Yes, Hobi, make love to me, please.” You begged so sweetly into his mouth as he rocked into you at a slow pace, but he was going deep, “Feel so full, daddy.” You turned your head to the side as he kissed down your neck, reciprocating marks you left on his skin onto yours. The sensations leading you to roll your hips in rhythm with his, “I love it.” You held him close to you, making his head go into a tizzy with your skin pressed so deeply against his.

“You’re squeezing me, love.” He grunted, “You gonna cum for daddy again?” His tone was sweet against your ear as he nibbled on the lobe and you whined, nodding, “It’s okay, pretty girl, I’m gonna cum too, you want me to cum inside of your pretty pussy, hm?” You nodded, “Words, sweetness.”

“Yes!” You gasped out, and he was going to speed up then, but you continued, “I want you to fuck your cum into me, Hobi, breed me, make me your pretty wife.” Before you even had the chance to be mortified, a deep growl was ripped from Hoseok as he fucked you deeper, making you clutch onto him harder while he grunted into your ear.

“Yeah, baby? You want me to fuck my cum into you, make you my pretty housewife?” His breath was hot against your ear.

“Please, Hoseok, please fuck your cum deep inside of me, fuck!” You could no longer form coherent words, nearly babbling and begging for his cum as he fucked himself deeper into you.

“That’s right, my love, gonna fuck my cum into you, make you my wife-shit- and we’ll live happily ever after, hm?” He smiled wickedly, “I’ll be your prince, sweetness.” You clenched around him, subconsciously signaling to him this was exactly what you wanted to hear, even though you both were in no state of mind to understand how insane you both sound. Eventually, you both were murmuring sweet nothings and promises of lifelong commitment until his pace sped up and you both devolved into needy moans until you came, skyrocketing Hosedok into his orgasm. He kept his promise, fucking his cum deep into you.

It took nearly 10 minutes for you both to stop panting, Hoseok still inside of you, regardless of how soft. He laid his forehead on yours again, both of you breathing in each other's afterglow. Never in a million years would you let this kind of things slide, nor Hoseok, but it felt so right, so you both laid like that until you dozed off, Hoseok still on top of you it was comforting, like a weighted blanket.

Hoseok watched you slumber take you with a soft smile. He lazily brushed away a drop of sweat above your brow and you didn't even stir. Surely, you would wake up when he pulled out of and he could have you both clean off, but a cat nap could serve you well. Plus, he wanted to relish in the moment of being inside of you, plugging you up with his cum. On your calendar in your apartment was a birth control refill date, so he wasn't too worried there. The last thing he wanted was a child when he would much rather have a pretty wife to dote on.

That wife could be you. He smiled fondly. He could only hope you weren't embarrassed about what you said when you woke up, it was still, at the end of the day, sex talk. Although, you being his wife was by no means off the table. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were the closest thing to it. He's not a crazy person, though, not going to drop the L-word on day two of knowing you. He was, however, 100% sure you were going to be his wife and more importantly, move in by the end of the year. He knew that much.

With a soft kiss to your forehead, "Sweetness, we should clean up a bit." Hoseok's soft voice coaxed you from light sleep, "I'm gonna slide out and start the bath, okay?" You nodded sleepily and he fought the urge to gush.

The moment was short-lived as you both cringed at the feeling of his soft dick leaving your entrance, "Who knew I had a breeding kink?" You chuckled to distract from the discomfort.

He laughed, now fully detached from you, "Who knew I did too?" He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before getting the bath ready.

You blew a sigh of relief. Good, he wasn't weird about the breeding and the wife comments. Your horny brain does you no favors, but luckily Hoseok indulged you without judgment.

Maybe you have a potential boyfriend on your hands, but he is Hoseok, so you shouldn't get your hopes up too much. He was miles out of your league even without the prestige.

"I'm coming sweetness!" He called as you heard the bath running and you smiled at the eagerness in his voice.

"I can walk to you, you know!" You responded with a light tone.

He emerged from the bathroom, hands on his hips, in all his naked glory with a mocking glare, "I never said you couldn't, smartie pants, but I'm coming to get you anyway." You rolled your eyes but complied, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathtub like you were a blushing bride.

"Oh, in case you were worried, I'm clean and on the pill and whatnot." You added lightly as he placed you in the beautiful garden tub that could fit at least four people.

He nodded, "Yeah, I saw it on your fridge the other day." He kissed the tip of your nose, "I can't believe I only met you just a couple of days ago." He mused, massaging your shoulders, "Feels like I've known you for eons."

You felt your cheeks heat, "Are you saying we're soulmates or something?" You giggled.

"Maybe we are." He gave you a kiss before he spun you around, back to his chest as he rubbed the soap on your body, "Maybe I will make you my pretty little housewife after all."

You sunk down in embarrassment, "Just drown me." You sulked but he held you up against him in defiance, "How can I be your housewife if I don't want kids right now?"

You felt him shrug, "Who said anything about kids?" He kissed the shell of your ear as he rinsed your body, "I just want to provide for my cute little wife and come home to her." He mused and you sighed dreamily, "You don't even have to cook or clean."

You hummed, amused, "Don't threaten me with a good time." You initiated the kiss and he hummed in return.

His mouth ghosted over yours, "Who said it's a threat?" He pecked you, "That's a promise, sweetness."

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And that should have been that. It really should have been the end of the chapter with only an epilogue left and a callback to his "promise" during your wedding vows. However, life was not so merciful.

That was the thing about relationships, which you always knew. Real-life popped the bubble you and Hoseok lived in that week in his apartment, and it popped that bubble way quicker than you thought. You and Hoseok lived in pure domestic bliss in his apartment that week you were off and then he left for work one day and… he never came back.

He wasn’t dead. No, no, far from it. He just left and the next thing you knew a chauffeur knocked on the door and said he was instructed to take you home. Naturally, you went home and found your apartment ransacked, because of course, you did. That was the cherry on top, really. Not only was your apartment ransacked, nothing was taken. It was either an intimidation tactic or they saw nothing of value in your home, both were equally plausible and demeaning. Your first instinct was to call your… paramore? Boyfriend? Person? Only for it to go to voicemail, awesome.

So here you were, in a crime scene with a huge mess to clean up. Nevertheless, you kept your head held high, sure that he was doing whatever crime he needed to do and he would call you back in no time.

This hope was squashed by the next Saturday when you went to a club and saw Hoseok. Before the thought to merely wave at him, he met eyes with you. It was a cold stare, void of any warmth, let alone emotion as he walked over to you. He stopped short of an arm’s length and merely said, "You need to stop calling me."

"Wait- can't you-"

He shook his head, "No, I can't." He snapped and your eye twitched.

"Don't interrupt me just to talk to me like I'm a child." You returned his tone tenfold and he almost found himself shrinking under your scrutiny, "I'm allowed to stutter when I'm confused."

He sighed, looking away from you, actively needing to avoid your eyes, "Look, we won't work, so just save yourself the trouble and stop calling me."

“So you just decided this on your own?” You raised a brow as the man nodded.

“I know what I told you before, but the afterglow wore off and now I’m back in reality.” His voice seemed almost saddened, "You're not safe with me."

You scoffed, "I don't know why I thought this would go any differently." You fixed your gaze on him, "The least you could've done is tell me this a fucking week ago."

He shrugged, looking away from you again, "I never claimed to be that good of a guy."

You rolled your eyes again, "I know." This caught his attention and you fought the lip quiver when you saw nothing in his eyes, "I guess I just had faith in you." You saw the smallest flicker of emotion in his eyes, still unreadable, "Silly me, I guess." You turned on your heel, not looking back.

Your words hit Hoseok like a steel bat to the knees, but he watched with a tight jaw as you walked away. He expected to feel relieved, to feel the weight of the promises he made to you lift off, but it felt like he only further weighed himself down with guilt.

The next week went on for Hoseok, business as usual. Even so, each day he cursed himself more and more for chickening out on you like that. Everything was getting too real too quick, and so he did what he always did, ran away. He had seriously overestimated himself on how ready he was to settle down with you. He couldn't even commit to keeping in contact with his family. You were so beautiful and eager and it was just so scary to have someone depend on him like that.

"Ah, Hoseok!" Namjoon's wife chirped as the six men in the dining room set the table and the plates of food she made in front of her and Jungkook's girlfriend before taking their seats, "What a rare sight you've been lately, but I had a feeling so I made a plate for you anyway!"

He presented the eight people before him with a tight smile, "Thanks, I appreciate it." He sat down on the other side of Namjoon's wife at the end of the table while on her other side was Jungkook's girlfriend who smiled warmly at him with kind eyes.

"I'm happy you're here for the family dinner this week." She beamed as Jungkook kissed her cheek and Hoseok felt a sad sense of loneliness at the happy couple, "We all missed you, but I understand the thrill of a new love interest."

It was true Hoseok had been avoiding his chosen family. Usually, he would never do this. He was actually one of the most excited members to begin weekly family dinners, but since he had gushed to everyone at this table that week you both lived in a domestic bubble, he felt shame having to admit he was a coward. That, and no doubt Namjoon’s wife would have his head for hurting your feelings. She was, by all definitions of the term, protective. She was fiercely protective over the women any of the members had in their life considering the immense pain Namjoon paid for in prison by lying to her. Hoseok shivered at the thought of being on the sharp end of her knife, literally and figuratively.

Namjoon's wife knocked shoulders with her as they giggled and Hoseok sighed, "Yeah, I missed you guys too… but about that…" He blew out a sigh.

"Is she… okay?" Jin asked cautiously, ever the doctor and thoughtful elder.

Hoseok shrugged weakly and Jimin's eyes widened, "You don't know or…?"

Hoseok looked down awkwardly and Jimin shut his mouth, ready to gloss over the subject when a certain art broker opened his unfiltered mouth "Oof, I know that look." Taehyung whistled lowly.

"What are you guys talking abou-" Jungkook looked to Namjoon who shrugged just as Yoongi's smooth voice interjected.

"Guilt." The man with naturally sharp eyes spoke before taking another sip of wine. Before Hoseok could make a half-hearted statement of how much he fucking hates this family right now, someone started speaking first, “Somebody seems to have royally fucked up, and knows it, how unusual.” Yoongi seemed almost amused by the notion.

"And why would Hoseok feel guilt?" Jungkook's girlfriend piped up, making his shoulders drop, "He's a good guy, so something must have happened, don't be so quick to rag on him, guys." Her words were soft and the men nodded softly. She was certainly the glue that kept them level-headed.

Her interjection made him falter in snapping back at the smug men. No way could he make a pass at the family dynamic in front of her. Not only was she one of the nicest people he has met, she cried from happiness the first time everyone agreed to strive for family dinners, she was also one of the most terrifying person Hoseok has ever encountered. She had taken a liking to assisting Jungkook with basement interrogations and he had never seen such a sweet person laugh at splitting the eyelids of traitors. Plus, if he made her cry not only is she capable of causing him immense pain, doubtful she would but Jungkook and hell, especially Namjoon's wife would make his life a nightmare. Plus, he was quite fond of everyone in his makeshift family, he was just wallowing in self-loathing.

"Sweet as always, Honey." Namjoon's wife booped the nose of the woman next to her who responded with a giggle as Namjoon and Jungkook huffed jealously, "However, I want to hear from Hoseok if he did anything to jeopardize the life of a girl who, yes, I looked up, and seems super good for him and kind and deserving of a better life." She placed a fixed glared to Hoseok, raising a brow for him to talk. He was not surprised at all she did her research on you. She was fiercely protective of everyone in the family, so if you had somehow been a traitor, as rare as they are, Namjoon’s wife would know immediately.

Hoseok didn't even bother considering lying to her. While she couldn't detect lies as sharply as you could, she certainly knew how to make people keep talking until she got the answer she needed. Plus, she had quite the temper that only two people knew how to quell and there was no way Namjoon would try to stop her if he lied, "Well, I started feeling... nervous, moving so fast with y/n so I just kind of… left."

The interrogating woman blinked, "And then?"

Hoseok cleared his throat nervously, "I sent her home and when I saw her again, I told her to… stop calling me and forget anything between us happened-"

"Is that true, bub?" Her head cocked dangerously to the side as his eyes shifted to Namjoon, who was suddenly transfixed with his meal and anything other than his brother's eyes. Hoseok solemnly nodded, "Ah, I see." She stifled a giggle, "You left." She turned to her husband, who caught her eyes immediately, "You hear that, baby? He left." Her smile was sadistic at this point.

"So I hear, Junebug." He nodded stiffly before taking a drink, "Do what you have to do, my darling."

"Always will." She sang back before turning to Hoseok, "I'll kill you-!" A mere millisecond went by before she went to dive at Hoseok, stiletto manicure extended to his face. Hoseok prepped himself for the pain, but it never came.

"Junebug, no!" Jungkook's girlfriend wrapped her arms around the aforementioned woman, holding her back, "Hoseok obviously feels bad and no doubt he might try to fix this." She gazed at him as the woman continued thrashing and Hoseok nodded, "See? He just needs to understand a woman's perspective, right?" She pleaded with her eyes and he nodded frantically.

"Oh, well, why didn't you start with that?" Namjoon's wife settled down, patting the hands of Jungkook's girlfriend before snapping her eyes to Hoseok, "I was going to fuck your shit up for hurting that poor girl with no remorse, but I'd be happy to help to help you fix this." She smiled, "We've been so excited to have another girl in our family, I lost myself in that excitement a bit."

"We?" Namjoon questioned.

"Honey and I, duh." She leaned her head on the shoulder of the very woman, making the men, bar Jungkook and Namjoon, giggle, "Whichever poor girl you guys choose are like my kid sisters, the closest thing I'll have to kids, so I get protective, sue me." She glared at the no longer chuckling Jimin.

"I think it's sweet, Junebug." Jungkook's girlfriend patted the shoulder of her friend, "And Hoseok," The man in question straightened his back, "I get you feel bad, Hoseok, but you have people to talk to, judging by what she said, she doesn't." He felt his heartbreak even more, "She probably feels really alone right now. I don't know what I would do if Jungkook dumped me like that."

"I'd sooner die, baby." He kissed her temple and beamed when she patted his cheek lovingly.

"However, I understand being scared, I know I was, but that's why you talk candidly to her about it." She was soft in her tone and so terribly right, "Especially since you told us you… uh…"

"Raw dogging it and the saying fuck off is a douchebag move, Hobi." Namjoon's wife cute in, midway through chewing and Hoseok wished for the Earth to swallow him whole at the way the men around him whooped and whistled, "If you’re scared, wouldn’t she be too?”

“W-Well, she didn’t talk-” Hoseok tried to defend himself in vain.

“She didn’t talk to you about it? Gee, who does that sound like?” Namjoon’s wife raised a brow and he froze.

“What Junebug means is, she was probably just as scared, but she was willing to take that chance or maybe she would have done the thoughtful thing and talked it through with you.” Jungkook’s girlfriend was right and that was what hurt the most, “Do you want to be with her, fearful or not, does that sound like something you want?”

Hoseok didn’t miss a beat in nodding.

“Well, there you go, then.” Namjoon’s wife threw her hands up before taking a breath, “So, give it a few days, assuming she doesn’t contact you which I doubt she will, and then just be honest. If you lost her-”

“Then that won’t do, will it?” Namjoon interjected thoughtfully, seemingly thinking of a plan before his wife shot him a glare.

“If he lost her, we’ll go from there, but you cannot force her to love you, especially after fucking up like that.” Hoseok nodded at Namjoon’s wife’s words solemnly, “Good, now eat properly, you look like you haven’t been this whole time.”

Dinner went without death threats and more advice on how to apologize that Hoseok was grateful for. Leaving Jungkook's house, he noticed a voicemail from you and nearly went back inside to ask for more help, but he stopped himself. You hadn't called once since he told you to stop, so he was curious. However, he wasn't sure if he could take you saying mean, but accurate, things as well. Heaving a sigh, he pressed the 2-minute voicemail and listened as he drove home.

"I-I know you said not to call anymore but I-" Instantly, his blood ran cold when he heard you evidently sobbing and he found himself cutting the wheel to head to your place, "I don't know who to call. I mean, I can't call the cops because-" You broke off into a sob, "There's so much blood and-and I don't know what to do!" You shrieked and broke down more. Blood? What do you mean blood? Were you hurt? "Fuck and of course you didn't fucking answer!" You sniffled, "Forget it, just fucking forget it, I'll-I can do this myself!" In spite of your words, you seemed to merely set the phone down instead of hanging up and Hoseok could hear your painful cries and the sound of liquid sloshing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry but please get off." He could hear you mumbling to yourself as he stepped on the gas, "It's okay, we're even now, right?" You were evidently hysterical as the rest of the voicemail was spent filled with your cries.

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It was a typical Friday night in, or at least it started out that way. You had been understandably upset throughout the week and as much as you wanted to prove a point by going out and getting dolled up, you weren't feeling it even a little. Instead, you had a series of romantic comedies queued up and you ordered food in while roasting marshmallows using your pocket lighter.

It all really happened in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Midway through the second movie, there was a resounding knock, more of a bang, at your door. Thoughtlessly, always thoughtlessly, you cracked the door open, the chain still attached, and nearly vomited at the sight.

The man before you had grown a sloppy beard since the last time you saw him. It was patchy and crept down his neck, providing a messy trail to his sweat-dried muscle shirt with brown stains telling you he worked outside, if at all. He had a flannel tied around his waist and jeans splotched with dirt. Your mom had once mentioned this piece of human garbage owned a lawn work company after being kicked from university. His boots were covered in dirt, making you scrunch your nose before he cleared his throat at your very apparent disgust, "We have to talk about your mom." Han Jinsoo fixed a sharp gaze at you and you felt fear wrack through your body, “She needs money and you have the responsibility as her daughter to-”

You repeatedly shook your head, "Leave." You went to slam the door only to be stopped by his hand slamming on the weakened wood, "You aren't supposed to be within 50 feet of me." You seethed, tears already clawing their way to your eyes as his own scrutinized you, just like they did that day.

“I tried to do this when you weren’t home, but you don’t have money hidden.” He tsked as he watched your face twist with horror at him being the one who ransacked your apartment, rolling his eyes as if you had just told him his shoelaces were untied, "This is bigger than that-"

"I don't care about my mom so le-"

It really all happened in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the chain, the only thing keeping you from him, and ripped the cheap metal from the door with his hand. He barrelled his way in, failing in slamming the door behind him, repeating the phrase, "I just wanna talk." Yet, he stalked over to you hands outreached. Stricken with fear by the familiar scene, you grabbed the now-empty forked tool you used to hold the marshmallows and thrust it forward with the intent to threaten him.

The only issue was it slid into his stomach like butter.

He screeched and before you knew it, you recoiled your arm only to push it further. You saw yourself in his eyes one more time and surely it was a trick of the light but you were almost smiling at the pure fear in his eyes. You had that same fear when he found you all those years ago and it was utterly cathartic for him to experience that gut-wrenching mix of hoping you don't die and wanting nothing more than to cease existing at that moment.

You blacked out, really, the act itself flushed from your mind, your subconscious protecting you just like it always had. You only came to when his limp body landed on top of yours as his guts spilled out onto your pants. Your arms felt like noodles, your dominant one being unbelievably sore. However, you couldn't get him off, and no sooner later, you began to wail.

You weren't sure why you were crying, really. You wanted to believe it was because you felt bad taking the life of a man, but it really only felt like taking your life back for him. The reality was you were just scared of not knowing what to do now. You would have a hard time claiming defense with not a scratch on you and his intentions laying on your shins. Although, trying to articulate your feeling at that moment was not a priority.

There was a thick puddle of blood that only kept growing as it clung to your skin, "No, no, no, no." You spoke to yourself as you cried. You switched between crying and dry heaving as his body stayed, pinning your lower half to face what you've done. Any other time, you could get him off, but you were too shaky and freaking out way too much to properly move him.

You made the call to Hoseok, which really only made you more upset as you pleaded to no one for help before casting your phone aside, "I didn't want to, but you-you shouldn't have been here in the first place." You spoke in crazed mumbles, unsure if you were trying to convince yourself or practice for what you would say to detectives, until the door you saw a figure appear at the, you just realized, open door.

You gasped, thinking you were fucked for sure, "It's okay, it's okay." Hoseok shut the door behind him as he surveyed the disaster before him.

A man much larger than you was covered in blood and puncture wounds and he noticed your arms were smeared with, now dried blood, making him worry about how long you've been trying to get out from under this guy. The body in question had dozens of puncture wounds, some much larger than others, insinuating you drop the bloodied poker next to the body into him to the hilt. Judging by the copious, amounts of blood, that's exactly what happened. The initial question he had was who the hell was this guy?

"I-I didn't mean to but he forced his way in and-" You began babbling as Hoseok silently moved his body off of you and kicking his innards aside unceremoniously, which you took the opportunity to dart away to the nearest wall, dragging blood with you.

He let the body fall ungraciously as he pulled out his phone to send a text to get a cleanup crew in your apartment. As you tried to stumble through what happened, he could tell you needed him more than he needed to clean this up himself.

He had never seen you so upset before. Even when he saw you, eyes fresh from crying, on the street, he had never seen you shed a tear. Yet, here you were, sobbing into your bloodied hands, shaking violently, body covered in crimson, apologizing to either Hoseok or the man on your apartment floor over and over again, "Shh, shh." Hoseok cooed as he sank down to his knees to be at eye level with you. You hiccupped before looking at him and you nearly cried again to be met with the same Hoseok you saw when he first made love to you. The eye contact lasted a mere moment before tears blurred your vision he brought his hand behind your head to embrace you lightly as you clung to his shirt, "I'm here now, it's okay." You sobbed again and he tightened his hold on you, "I'll fix it, okay?" He pulled you back from him to lean his forehead against your and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling, "Don't worry about anything, you didn't do anything wrong, okay?"

Your eyes opened again, glossier than ever, "But I-I killed him-"

"You were protecting yourself." His voice was firm, yet soft, and he held you close again. This whole thing felt like his fault. Had he not been such a coward, you would still be at his apartment, or with him at the very least, "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" You nodded and he lifted you up, carrying you to the bathroom, giving the crown of your head kisses each time you cried.

He stripped you of your clothing delicately as he placed you in the tub so you could sit down while he ran a washcloth gently over your skin. You watched as the flakes of dry blood landed on the still-wet blood on your thighs. However, as you watched more blood go down the drain, you began to feel well enough to wash your hair, it also being matted with blood from laying in the puddle, "But don't I have to clean the mess?" You asked, almost child-like as you nearly finished getting all the blood off.

"No, sweetness, I have someone taking care of it." He reassured you and you nodded, "All you have to do is know it's not your fault and you did nothing wrong." He sounded so sure, but if you had ever once been of stable mind, logic would tell you stabbing someone, you would later find out, 72 times, and degutting them was, at best, excessive for protecting yourself. You didn't have it in you to not take Hoseok's words as fact, you never did, "You were protecting yourself, and I'm proud of you for doing that."

You nodded, "I know you said not to call…" You trailed off and he shook his head.

"And I don't plan to say anything that fucking dumb again." He assured you, "I'm glad you called me." He punctuated the sentence with a kiss on your forehead, "It's going to be me and you from now on, okay?" You nodded, "I'm going to take care of you." His tone was finite yet comforting, "I'll make you my pretty little housewife, I promise." Just like that, he made you forget the situation you were in, even for a moment, and it was euphoric as you leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss of desperate passion after two weeks of being apart, "I'll never leave you alone like that again. I promise, baby."

Hoseok covered your eyes as he carried you to the bedroom, the only place in your apartment not ravished by blood. He had changed into clothes of his you wore home and laid with you until your breathing was steady. He stroked your face, heart cracking at your tear stains. The exhaustion caught up with you quickie as you laid in Hoseok arm, but nevertheless, you spoke, “I don’t suppose you’re calling the cops?” You asked half-jokingly, but your face was set in a permanent frown.

Hoseok softly scoffed, amused at the question, “Not, exactly.” He mused, “Legally, he will be reported dead, though. I can go over details with you tomorrow.” His tone was soft, “For now, rest, okay?”

As if he merely flicked a switch, you were completely out. The exhaustion of the day caught up to you in a split second. A dreamless sleep was a warm welcome after facing your worst nightmare, and abruptly murdering him. Although, visions of you laughing and mocking his cries for help flipped through your mind. Visions of you asking if this was how you sounded crying out for help or begging for mercy as you watched the horror in his eyes with gratification as the life slipped away from them.

What isn’t shown in movies that show murder is how much your arm hurts the following day. The pain itself was what woke you up in the first place. The entirety of your arm felt no stronger than a jello cup and your head pounded with the after-effects of crying, something you evidently needed to allow yourself to do judging by the nuisance of a headache. Beyond that, you felt no different as a person when your eyes fluttered open to be faced with the dusk-soaked apartment you were met with each day when you woke up for work. Had it not been for your body reminding you, you wouldn’t even believe yesterday genuinely happened.

Right on cue, a strong arm wrapped around you protectively, “Good morning.” Hoseok’s husky morning voice brushed along your ear.

“Morning.” You struggled to get out evenly, your throat raw from your hysterics mere hours ago.

“Let me get you some water, sweetness.” He lightly kissed your temple and you nodded, not meeting his eyes as he left your room. You should probably feel a little pathetic, calling a guy who ghosted you to fix your problems. However, as the man in question brought you water with a sense of dejavu from your first time together, you couldn’t feel anything but a little bit of triumph.

“Thank you.” You smiled politely, unsure how to approach the question of the major crime you committed yesterday as you felt the cold liquid lubricate your throat, “Uh.. so…” You spoke before properly finding the words.

"That guy… he was the one who-" Before Hoseok could find considerate words you nodded.

"I'm sure you know by now, don't you?" He nodded, guilty of searching for him, "When I came home from yours, my place had been ransacked, nothing was taken, which he admitted was him and when he couldn't find anything… he tried asking me directly." You shrugged and the silence was palpable. Hoseok seemed to be crunching numbers in his head, searching for the right move to make.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok blurted, much to the surprise of both of you, “I...I fucked up really bad leaving you alone like that, and I never…” He stopped himself for a moment, “I ran away from the feelings I felt for you, but they just stayed with me and I don’t know if you feel the same, but I hope you can at least forgive me.” Holy fuck, he was in love with you. The notion laid dormant in his words in between shaky breaths and pauses you recognized in your own work.

“You’re the only person I don’t hate or feel indifferent towards.” You spoke honestly, heartwarming as he smiled in relief. In spite of your feelings and your honesty, you still had watched a lie flicker between his eyes when he feigned defeat at the possibility you didn’t reciprocate his emotions. Part of you knew you had opened Pandora’s box continuing to spend time with such a dangerous man, let alone a time so embroiled in raw emotion and passion. An alternate path crossed your mind. A path where you rejected Hoseok with the idea you would continue living your life. A path where he would feign acceptance and make a thinly veiled threat of exposing you for the murderer you are if you didn't give him a shot. Maybe even a path where he would destroy your livelihood indirectly enough to elicit forgiveness as well as your dependence. The paths were messy, but they all ended the same: you with him.

You didn't have the power to reject him and walk away, but you did have the power of romantic influence over him. Regardless of your genuine affection for him, the romantic influence sounded the most desirable and was the most beneficial between the two. You weren't an idiot, but fortunately, you were in love.

"I do love you, Jung Hoseok, and I'm not scared to say it." You raised an expectant brow at him, "The mere week we spent together was the longest I went without being lied to and love is honesty." You leaned toward him, mouth hovering a breath away, "And you'll promise to love me from now on, won't you?" You cocked your head ever so slightly as the man, knowing full well what you meant, nodded eagerly before closing the gap, enclosing you in a short but passionate kiss.

"I love you, and I'll just keep showing you how much, okay?" He mumbled against your mouth, desperately promising to give you the world, "I meant it when I said it's me and you, sweetness."

"What I did yesterday, it didn't mess anything up for our future?" You asked after your arm cried out trying to caress his hair as he keened at the mention of a joint future.

Hoseok pulled away ever so slightly, "No, baby, he died by getting caught in his woodchipper, remember?" He kissed you once before taking your hand, "My pretty little housewife will never have to worry about anything, ever." He cooed, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

He walked you throughout your pristine apartment one last time, no trace of blood or even a struggle. He asked you how you felt as he packed your things while you sat on the bed and you shrugged. The murder didn't weigh heavy on your mind in the slightest. The fear was rooted in getting caught and with that taken care of, all that was left was the catharsis of having murdered a looming ghost in your past. That should concern you, but it really didn't. Not when there were no consequences. Not anymore.

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