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coterie: three
gang!x1 x fem!reader
synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?
coterie’s masterlist can be found here
you were no longer bound with ropes, nor was the cloth restricting your mouth from speaking coherently. you were now being guided out of the dark room, up a set of stairs, where the gradient from the darkness to bright lights became clearer. you were in the basement of wherever you were. as the man leads you out, you find yourself walking through a lavish hallway, with marble tiles under your feet contrasting against the white and gold decor around the house. your mouth drops open as you walk into probably, no, the biggest living room you’ve ever seen. two sets of staircases lead up on either side to a separate floor of the residence. “welcome to the x1 mansion.” the man says, standing behind you with his hands in his pocket. “I’m afraid I haven’t introduced myself,” you watch closely as he approaches closer to you. by instinct, you move back with every step forward he takes until your back hits the cushion of a couch. he reaches out to offer a handshake. “I’m seungwoo. han seungwoo, and I am the leader of the gang. it’s nice to formally meet you..” you hesitate to give him your name, and you don’t shake his hand. this causes him to close his hand, clutching the fingers together and forming a fist, then said hand goes back into his pocket and he cracks up. “don’t be scared, you’ve done the right thing. at least you’re not dead. now, let’s try that one more time. it’s nice to meet you...” “y-y/n y/l/n.” you stutter out, keeping your eyes glued to the tile, not daring to look back at him in the eye. “y/n. there’s one thing you should know: after today, everything that was once you will not be you anymore, or until we’re done with you. we’ll speak with your school, and they will allow you to take a gap year or two. don’t ask me why I know this, someone on the school board owes me a favor, so school: don’t worry about that. as for your friends and family, I wouldn’t dare let you leave the house and meet them just yet, so I would rather you call who you want to and speak with them.” he saunters over to the kitchen from the living room, you following his steps with caution. he grabs an apple and bites into it before saying, “because also after today, I’m changing your SIM card and I’ll deactivate your personal phone number temporarily. now, it means your sole focus and purpose will be to do as I say. and trust me, with the way we’ve been watching you this past week, it would be foolish to not put you in this mission. you’re skilled, y/n, whether you know it or not.” seungwoo looks at you and you see maybe a glint of hope in his eyes. “so, in short, yes you can speak to whoever you need to speak to. you have a few hours, then we’ll have jinhyuk drop your things by this evening. also, we have a spare room for you to stay in. that will be yours from today on. I can show you where that is, follow me.” a million things are going through your head right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that you trail closely behind seungwoo up the carpeted stairs, into a smaller area, then a hallway, where he then opens the door to the last room at the end of it. you follow him in and take in the room. it’s much bigger than the college dorm you’re used to, and it’s quite well kept for a spare room. “right, well, I will leave you to it. remember, you only have a few hours, then we deactivate your SIM card. let me know if you need something.” and with a curt nod, he leaves you in the large room, closing the door behind him.
you sit on the bed and take a moment to digest everything. your kidnappers chose you because they think you’re useful, and you have no idea what they want from you. they kept you alive and are having you live with them, and somehow you’re okay with it. you don’t feel any sort of emotion; in fact, you may just be shocked. you look around and examine the details of the room, these thoughts making your head pound. you wince and press your hand against your head. closing your eyes, you can’t believe how much you’ve experienced within the past twenty-four hours alone. there’s a lot. but, you know what you need to do right now. you look down at your phone, and call up soobin. “hey, how are you? no I’m okay, things are really weird...” you explain everything to her in great detail, and within that explanation, she gives you small reactions whenever something stroke her as odd or even shocking. luckily, you’re able to tell haseul everything as well. “listen, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see you guys again. in fact, I think this phone call may be the last you hear from me for a while, so I want you guys to know that I love you guys. you guys are my roommates, but you two are my best friends first, or even my family. I’ve always been tested with trials and tribulations, you two know this. this is another test that I must pass, but I wish I was able to see you guys one more time.” you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. you hear the girls sobbing on the other end of the phone. “we’ll always think about you and hope for your safety, y/n.” soobin hiccups. “and don’t worry, we’ll never forget you, we guarantee that. stay safe, y/n. we love you too.” haseul’s voice wavers throughout the most of it, but you can still catch the words. “okay, guys, I’m going to need to hang up. if you guys can please just send all my things with jinhyuk when he comes to receive them, I’ll be extremely grateful.” they follow your requests and you hang up the phone before falling back on the bed. the tears keep falling so you assume only one thing: the aftershock is hitting you now. all your emotions are sporadically leaving you in a big burst, and you need to let it happen. you regret your decision to be here for a minute, once you’ve calmed down a little. but that’s just the thing: the lamenting was short-lived because when you close your eyes again, the image of the gun resting under your chin shows up in front of you and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the cold sensation the metal object gave you. “no, I made the right decision.” you console yourself repeatedly before gaining enough strength to push yourself off the bed, and you went over to the bathroom and washed your face with cold water. only then do you get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot from crying, tear-stained face and a red nose. not to mention, you’re still in the baggy gym shirt and leggings your wear to the gym and your wrists have started to recover from the lack of circulation they experienced mere hours ago. you take in a deep breath and once again, splash your face with the water. strangely enough, you don’t know why, although you feel much better now, this curiosity within you arises again. suddenly, you want to know everything about this “mission” and why you’re such a crucial part to it.
you hear a knock coming from the closed door of your room, and you ask in a hoarse voice, evident with melancholy, “who is it?” “ms. y/l/n? your luggage has arrived.” a woman’s voice is heard from the other side of the door, and you go over and open the door, to reveal a middle-aged woman, in ordinary clothing with two suitcases. behind her, is jinhyuk with some more of your belongings. your eyebrows furrow in confusion and jinhyuk seems to pick that up from you, so he nods his head in understanding and comes into your room. the woman enters first, leaving your suitcases at the edge of the bed, before telling you, “I’m soonja. I work for the men, like their butler. mr. han has asked me to start taking care of you as well, and I am delighted to do so. you see over there,” she points to a phone sitting on a small table just near the headboard. “that’s how you can call me and ask me for anything. so please do let me know when you need anything.” she gives you a sweet smile and you reciprocate it, before thanking her and she takes her leave. now, it’s just you and jinhyuk. “are you okay? did they hurt you?” jinhyuk examines your face, holding it in his hands. you give him a small smile, “I’m okay, I promise.” jinhyuk sighs before his hands fall to his side. “that’s a relief.” you two share a moment of silence together before you speak up. “I’m actually glad you’re here. I needed to talk to you.” jinhyuk motions for you to continue, and very carefully, you ask, “what are we? what is our relationship? sure, it started out as a date, but I want to give a name to this,” you point between him and you. “what do you want it to be?” jinhyuk asks you, and in all honesty, it throws you off-guard. if he were to ask you this a few days ago, maybe you’d say that you were a couple in the works. you don’t know now, you don’t know if you see anything in him. yeah, he’s handsome, but your heart doesn’t flutter when you see him, you don’t think about him all the time, and more importantly, you don’t know if you see him as anything more than a friend. but, perhaps, you need time. so that’s what you tell him. “I want to see you as more than a friend, jinhyuk, I really do. but, I don’t know if I see it right now. maybe it’s just this entire situation, but I’m so confused, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t differentiate from wrong and right anymore.” jinhyuk gives you a smile, but you can detect a hint of bitterness behind it. “don’t worry about it, then. what’s important is that you are alive right now.” you hold his hand and his eyes shoot up and meet yours. “if you wanted us to be more than friends, then I’m so sorry, I truly am. I’d love for us to try again in the future sometime, but I don’t know what my future here has in store for me. so do me a favor, will you? after you leave here today, live your life as you want to. go out with other people, love them, and most importantly, appreciate your freedom. you don’t know how much I would love to be in your position right now.” jinhyuk’s eyes water, and you quickly wrap your arms around him. “hey, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, okay? and also, take care of haseul and soobin for me? they mean more than the world to me. hey, thank you for everything.” jinhyuk sobs quietly, his shoulders moving with pain. then he pulls back from your embrace and wipes his eyes. “I should go. be safe, please, y/n. promise me you’ll make it out good.” you smile sadly as he heads to the door and just before he leaves, you whisper out, “I promise.”
coterie: the poker chip (1/2)
gang!x1 x fem!reader
synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?
coterie’s masterlist can be found here
pairing: cha junho and y/n
a/n: mentions of violence and cursing, so proceed with caution.
you held the poker chip out in front of everyone, making sure each of them could see it. before anyone says anything, you’re determined to figure out whose this is; there’s a guy who shows a defeated reaction, muttering something to the guy next to him. that guy’s face remains unchanged. you rule him out too, there’s no way this is his. there are a few of the guys who show relieved looks on their faces, and you rule them out too. who is it? seungwoo clears his throat, “it seems like you’ve picked junho, y/n. junho, go ahead and brief her. the rest of you, come with me, I’ve your assignments. junho, I’ll contact you later for yours.” and all but one of the boys follow seungwoo out of the room. the one you ruled out early on turned out to be the owner of the poker chip. he approached you, with the same blank look on his face and reached out his hand to introduce himself. you shook his hand with a confused look in your eyes. he seemed to notice, and he started, “you must be thinking why I didn’t react when you chose my object. come with me, I’ll explain it to you.” and he turned on his heel, before heading towards one of the many corners of the mansion. you followed him step after step, and he began to speak. his voice was low so in order to hear him clearer, you caught up to him, now walking side by side with junho. “first and foremost, I’m cha junho. I’m twenty years old, I have been a part of x1 for roughly three years now, but I’ve been in the business since I could walk.” you go down a hallway that gradually gets darker; are the lights dimming, or is there an overall absence of light from this area? it sure as shit can’t be that they can’t afford electricity. junho continues walking, and your pace starts to slow until finally, he comes to a stop. “what business, you’re probably thinking, right?” he says, and digs in his pocket, fishing out a key and sticks it in what you can assume is a keyhole (not that you could see much). “was it hand-reading, or were you a psychic?” you sarcastically answer him, and he stays silent before answering, “I’m not sure what you meant.” inhaling sharply, you tell him that it was a joke, and you explained that the joke was that he was saying all the things you were thinking aloud like he knew what was going on in your head. now that you had to explain yourself, the joke lost some of its humor which made you furrow your eyebrows. “ah, I understand now. please know that I don’t really get sarcasm, so if you use it with me, I’ll probably have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m very straightforward.” wow, this is the guy you were stuck with? a breathing machine? your luck is fantastic. “I should be a bit clear about what I do,” he started and opened a door, before getting to the side. “after you.” you step into the dark room before a light flicks on. this reveals a myriad of different weapons along a huge wall, and in front of it is a table that holds multiple weapons as well. “holy shit. what- what is all this?” you breathe out, your eyes wide with surprise. “this is the business.”
you turn back around, and leaning against the doorframe is junho, with a revolver spinning on his finger. once he notices your gaze, it comes to a halt perfectly, and he lifts the gun in front of his face, before finally flitting his gaze over to you. “I chose the poker chip because like the card game poker if you bluff enough, you can win. in other words, if you keep your face blank enough, you can win.” you carefully lean against the table, making sure none of the numbers of blades are near you before you shift your focus back on junho. “I don’t understand.” junho puts the revolver back on its place, then he starts, “my job in this team is to kill. I’ve killed many people, and almost every time, I’ve gone unnoticed. I’ll do the job and disappear. that’s how I’ll get away with it and the reason why I get away with it is because I keep a poker face. even if I miss one little thing, I’m off the hook because they say, ‘he doesn’t look like he did it.’” your gaze freezes in fear because you wouldn’t put two and two together; even if he didn’t tell you any of this, you would have never guessed he was a killer. “do you remember the death of that one big business guy a few months back? the one who owned that building in the city? well, he asked us to borrow some of our weapons, and he ended up trying to sell them to a third party who just so happened to contact us.” junho starts, and the image is blurry in your head but you remember it. it was huge and all over the news that they never found the killer, and then your eyebrows rise in realization. “was that you?” and he nods. you let out a noise of astonishment. that just means one thing: he is great at his job. so you tell him that. “wow, you’re really good at it, then. I wouldn’t have even dreamed that you, uh... do what you do, let alone being the face of the nation’s most memorable assassinations.” and you see the first instant of emotion on junho’s face when he gives you a weak smile at that. “thank you for the compliment. it seems very bad, but I promise, I only kill the bad guys. and that too, after I get the background check and face details from dongpyo and wooseok.” your attention goes to the weapons neatly lined up on the wall, and you’ve watched movies and tv, but you’ve never seen weapons like these before. retractable blades and god knows what, your eyes wandered in wonder and you breathed out, “wow, how do you get access to these weapons?” junho shrugged, moving to stand next to you and mumbles, “well, we have our...source, who’s in charge of making the weapons for us, and by ‘us’, I mean eunsang and me, since we deal more with the violent stuff. of course, you could easily read emotions across his face, which is why seungwoo hyung assigned this position to me.” and as your eyes scan the intricate details on said weapons, and the small x1 emblem twinkles under the lights on the ceiling.
“y/n, I have an important question for you,” and you turn towards junho and urge him to continue. “well, you’ve chosen me to work with. and now you’re also aware of what I do. what do you think you’ll be able to assist me with?” you completely forgot about it for a minute. you couldn’t possibly come up with what exactly you’d do if you worked for junho, besides... helping him with the killings. “I’m not entirely sure what there is for me to do, besides, uh, killing. but I don’t think I’m comfortable with that yet.” junho sighed understandingly, then started, “I won’t do that to you yet. hmm, let me think.” just then, junho received a notification from his phone, diverting his attention from you momentarily. “it’s from seungwoo hyung, he’s calling me to his office. you stay here, it shouldn’t take longer than ten minutes. feel free to look around, just don’t touch anything, as you may injure yourself. I will leave you to it, then.” and he stepped out, leaving you in this...chamber of weapons. what would you do, exactly? you’re sure there is more to this job than killing. the research, the disguise, but that stuff’s taken care of by wooseok and dongpyo, but maybe you could help them with that. or maybe you could be like a... secretary. no, that doesn’t fit with his job. “what the fuck am I gonna do here...” you mumble aloud, and you huff and sit on the ground, which seems to be the only safe space where you could trust yourself to sit. just then, junho opened the door and found you on the floor, your eyes focused on a corner, in thought. then it hits you; who is there to make sure things are going well, and junho goes unnoticed? junho makes sure of it to some extent, you’re sure, but what if you helped him out with that. “junho, I think I have an idea. what if I’m like your guide, or something? like I’ll tell you about your surroundings and I’ll help you run through things smoothly, overall. I don’t trust myself with a weapon yet, as you may have noticed.” and junho stands still, eyes blinking at a constant speed. the air in the room remains quiet and awkward, before he breaths out, “that sounds like a good idea. I guess it makes things a bit easier for me, too. I’ll be able to focus on the job at hand instead of having to worry about what’s going on around me.” you stand up, and your eyebrows go up and junho blinks back at you robotically. “so, does that sound good?” junho nods and says, “we start prepping for our next mission tomorrow, so please be awake by 7 in the morning. I will see you soon, y/n.” and you leave the weapon room and head to yours, excited for what awaits you the next morning.
a/n: ahhhhh there we have it! sorry it took so long, everyone! a LOT has happened over the past few weeks; I was out of town, then x1 disbanded, then I had some personal problems going on and then classes started back up so there was really no way for me to send this out sooner, so thanks for being patient with me! nevertheless, I hope everyone enjoys it, and it’s good to be back on the writing scene!