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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺 : 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

“I can’t believe it's time for exams already,” YangYang complains, leaning his head against a bookshelf. “Although, I feel like I’ve studied enough already.”

Doyoung glances up from the book he is reading, “that’s because you’re normally always asleep for the studying part.”

“Why wouldn’t you wake him up,” Hendery asks, walking over to join them.

“Cuz’ I’m usually napping next to him,” Doyoung laughs.

Kun turns around, placing his back to you, “you idiots, I told you guys to find some books, not make jokes. You won’t be joking around when you don’t have any more time to study.”

“Come on, let’s go over there,” YangYang says, walking towards the opposite side of the library while Hendery and Doyoung follow him.

Kun closes his book and places it back on the shelf, following them, leaving you behind alone. You continue to glance at the shelf, trying to decide what book you need when Donghyuck sneaks up behind you.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat in order to get your attention. 

You turn to look at him, unamused bringing a smile to his pretty face. “So do you have a study buddy for the exams?” he asks.

“I do,” you nod, “and a lot of them.”

“What about more than a buddy?” he winks.

“Isn’t that what Yeji is for?” you ask, not being able to refrain from bringing her up again.

“Well,” Donghyuck looks down at his feet. “Yeji usually studies at her friends’ dorm during the exams and I study with Jisung. But I’m pretty sure this year, Jisung will be with at his lover’s dorm…Soooo, I want to be like him.”

You look around to make sure no one was around before asking, “and who’s your lover?”

He closes his eyes to take a deep breath while moving a little closer to you. “Please, Y/N,” he begs with a giant smile on his face. “Let me study in your dorm, with you.”

He places the index finger of each hand on his cheek, pressing the tip into his dimples, attempting to look extra adorable.

“Do you really think that’s going to work on me?” you scoff.

Donghyuck smiles even wider, cocking his head in a cutesy way.

Donghyuck and you hide in your dorm for the next few days, studying together. You enjoye the time alone with him. Although, it only seems to make your feelings grow. The more time you spend together the harder you seem to be falling. The only downfall to studying with Donghyuck is you both end up paying more attention to each other than your books.

The night before the exam, Donghyuck takes you to a shrine set up on the university grounds by some of the students. He kneels down before it and you follow his lead.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“I’m positive,” he smiles. “We’ve been screwing around all day, we can’t start studying now. Listen, whoever makes an offering will pass the exam.”

“But, will it really work?” you wonder full of skepticism due to the fact that you never attempted anything so ludacris before.

“Of course,” Donghyuck states. “That’s how I survived my entire third year.”

You exhale slowly, nodding in defeat, “ok.” You watch as he inches closer to the shrine and lights incense sticks, waiting further instructions.

“Donghyuck,” Soojin yells, walking up to the shrine behind the two of you. “Are you two worshiping the shrine of good luck?”

“I just accompanied her here,” he lies.

You quickly turn to see all of Donghyuck’s friends standing next to Soojin. You’re speechless that is trying to throw you under the bus when all of this nonsense has been his idea.

“Just admit it,” soojin sighs, kneeling down next to you. “Everyone comes here.” She scoots over to make room for Jaemin to be able to squeeze in next to you. 

Chenle grabs a handful of incense sticks, lights them, and hands everyone a couple. You observe everyone closing their eyes once they recieve their sticks and it looks as though they whisper something to themselves. Not entirely sure of what you’re doing, you decide to imitate their actions, closing your eyes then quickly open them.

Sijoon is the first to open her eyes, leaning forward to place her sticks in the slot on the ground in front of the shrine where other incense sticks are. Then Mark and Chenle both lean forward at the same time, banging their heads into each other.

“Ouch,” Chenle yells, looking at Mark. “Why do you have to be in such a hurry?”

“You were in too much of a rush,” Mark snaps.

“Let me do mine first,” Chenle snaps. “Your ash burnt my freakin hand.”

“Can’t you guys be quiet?” Jisung asks, rolling his eyes.

Donghyuck looks at you sitting perfectly still, “I’ll put your incense over there for you.”

You don’t resist, you hand him your sticks, smiling as you watch him taking care of you. 

“Hey Y/N, come here, Jaemin and I want to talk to you about something,” Sijoon says, pulling you away from Donghyuck.

Donghyuck watches, wanting to put a stop to it but fully aware that if he says anything he will expose your secret relationship, which he isn’t ready to do that. He stands up, walking away from the shrine to lean against another tree so can’t see his friends with you. Jisung follows his friend over and leans against the tree as well. 

“Hey,” Jisung sighs, nudging Donghyuck with his elbow. “Your eyes were practically popping out of your head.”

“What are you talking about?” Donghyuck huffs.

“I’m just teasing you,” Jisung laughs. “How are things with Yeji?”

“She’s studying with her friends at their dorm so I haven’t really had the chance to see her,” Donghyuck explains.

“I think the faster you talk to her, the better. If you leave things like this for too long, it won’t be good for anyone,” Jisung suggests.

Donghyuck knows his friend is right. He knows he has to handle things properly, what is he doing with you isn’t fair to you or Yeji.

You lay on your bed, attempting to sleep when you notice Donghyuck is staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. You roll over to face him, “can’t sleep?” you ask. 

“No not really,” he sighs.

“That sucks,” you say. “I guess you’ll be going to your room once the exams are over, right?”

“Well…since this is my last night here,” he rolls over to look at you with a devilish smirk on his face. “And since neither of us can sleep, I think we should do something else.”

“In your dreams,” you scoff, closing your eyes. 

“I can just wait till you fall asleep then,” he laughs. 

“I won’t fall asleep before you,” you state.

“I call bullshit,” he laughs, “you always snore and that’s what keeps me awake.”

“That’s insane,” you snap, “I don’t snore.”

He decides not to argue, there’s  no point, you’re too stubborn to admit you’re wrong. Donghyuck watches as you slowly drift off to sleep. You look so peacefully that he can’t help but to smile. He inches towards your face, kisses your forehead, then lays back down on his side of the bed. 

“I knew you didn’t have the balls to do it,”  you smirk, not opening your eyes.

“It has nothing to do with my balls,” he retorts, “it’s because you can’t act.”

You laugh, turning to look at him, smiling at his adorable face. You are really enjoying having him stay with you and even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re going to be a little sad once things go back to the way they were.

“No, the real reason I didn’t do anything is because I gotta make things right, first,” Donghyuck explains, turning his entire body to face you

“What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“After the exam, I’m going to end things with Yeji,” he confesses, staring intently into your eyes. “I know this might a lot to ask, but you please wait for me?”

A small smile subconsciously appears on your face, “I’ll be right here…so you better make it quick and hurry back to me.”

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟻 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟺 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟼♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 : 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚋

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wouldn’t,” Kun cocked his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ummm,” Y/N started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?” Y/N asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit down, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa ordered.

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

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

“Did he say who shot him?” San asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“This is her fucking home,” Wooyoung yelled.

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

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

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟾 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟽 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟿♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾 : 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

“Please don’t kill me,” Yn pleaded

“I really don’t want to but it’s ultimately up to Pastor Bearie,” yangyang smiled. 

“I don’t understand what you want me to do,” Y/N sighed.

YangYang’s smile dropped from his face as he stared at Y/N, coldly.

“WHY AREN’T YOU UNDERSTANDING THIS?!?!” he yelled.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” y/n winced, looking down her feet as a tear streamed down her face. 

Yangyang placed both hands on each of her shoulders forcing y/n to look him in the eyes. 

“There’s something wrong with you,” he snarled. “You used to be so much more fun. I think your new boyfriends ruined you.”

“I knew you before, didn’t I?” Yn asked. 

Yangyang grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the room he had set up for the wedding. 

“I don’t think I want you like this,” YangYang announced. “I’m gonna take you back to kun.”

“Please don’t take me to him,” y/n pleaded to deaf ears. 

YangYang pulled her down a long hallway when a door that they were passing opened slightly. 

“You can leave her in here, if you’re finished with her,” a man’s voice whispered from the dark room. 

Yangyang turned to look at where the voice was coming from. A smile crawled back onto his face. 

“Sure, take her,” YangYang said, pushing y/n towards the room. “She’s no fun anymore.”

Yangyang turned and headed back from the direction he came from. 

“Please don’t leave me,” Y/N begged. Y/N thought that sometimes the monster you know is better than the monster that you don’t.

The door creaked open, still not exposing anyone in the room.

“Come inside,” a man whispered.

Y/N weighed her options, she contemplated running but where would she go? She didn’t know the building that they had her in and there seemed to be more men every time she turned around. Therefore, the likelihood she would get caught if she ran was extremely high.

Y/N took a deep breath and reluctantly walked inside. Once her body was completely inside the room, the door slammed closed behind her. There was no light, just an abyss of cool darkness that engulfed her. It felt as though the darkness was trying to consume her soul, leaving her shivering in fear. She felt a prick in her neck, causing her body to become weak. Her knees gave out and she could feel her body drop but someone was there to catch her. Y/N laid helpless in his arms as he lightly caressed her hair.

“Sleep little princess, sleep,” the man whispered. “The bed bugs won’t bite while I’m here.”

Y/N tried to resist, she attempted to fight the urge to sleep. She fought with every fiber in her body until she wasn’t able to fight. Her will to live slowly seeped out of her body and she succumbed to her fate.

Seonghwa stood at his desk staring at his bloody hands, temporarily paralyzed. Tears formed in his eyes as visions flashed through his mind. Visions of torture and delusion. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong interrupted, entering the office.

“Someone has Y/N,” Yunho explained, still staring at the flap of skin that was removed from her body.

“What the hell is that?” Hongjoong asked.

“It’s her tattoo,” Yeosang responded, coldly.

“I have to shower,” Seonghwa stated, abruptly leaving the office and headed towards his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” Wooyoung snapped. “Shouldn’t we figure out what our plan of action is?”

“This is bullshit,” Yunho said, grabbing the skin and making his exit from the office.

“Wait,” Wooyoung yelled. “You can’t take that.”

Yunho ignored Wooyoung’s calls and continued to make his way to his own bedroom.

Yeosang silently got up and headed to his computer room to attempt to do some research of his own, leaving Hongjoong and Wooyoung alone in Seonghwa’s office.

“This is fucking bullshit,” Wooyoung snarled, walking around Seonghwa’s desk not taking his eyes off of the empty box.

“You need to calm down,” Hongjoong said.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I have to do,” Wooyoung snapped.

“Just hear me out,” Hongjoong said, remaining completely calm. “Nothing good comes out of harsh and rash decisions. Seonghwa knows that.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Wooyoung argued. “I never think about anything and it’s worked great for me so far.”

“No it really hasn’t,” Hongjoong declared. “Whether or not you care to admit it, Seonghwa seems to have real feelings for Y/N too.”

Hearing that from Hongjoong made Wooyoung stop circling the desk and stare at him with a look of death.

“What the fuck do you mean, he has real feelings for Y/N?” Wooyoung growled.

“I mean, he cares about her. For some unknown reason he seems to have a soft spot for the girl,” Hongjoong explained, trying to de-escalate the situation. 

“Mhm,” Wooyoung continued to glare.

“This is good though,” Hongjoong continued. “That means he is going to do everything in his power to bring her home safely.”

“But why isn’t he doing anything now,” Wooyoung asked in almost a whine.

“I’m sure he’s gonna come up with some sort of plan,” Hongjoong said. “Plus Jongho is supposed to be coming home tomorrow and he’ll be helpful with the execution.”

“Jesus christ,” Wooyoung exclaimed. “Jongho is coming home already!”

Seonghwa went into his bedroom and went straight into his private bathroom. He stripped down and got into a scorching hot shower. Y/N’s blood ran off his body turning the water going down the drain red. Tears started streaming down his face as though someone hit a switch. He was no longer able to control his emotions, nor did he want to. He missed Y/N, he missed everything about her. He missed her innocence, her sweetness, her touch of bad, the red glint that sometimes grazed her eyes, the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin and most of all he missed her smile and how she lit up when he would let his guard down and show her the real him. He made a vowel to himself, he will get her back no matter what it takes and this time he will never let her go again.

Y/N opened her eyes, once again unable to move. This time it was worse. She couldn’t even move her head, she was only able to look around with her eyes. The room was no longer a dark abyss. There she sat in a frilly pink dress at a table with two other women wearing similar looking frilly dresses. They looked like giant dolls. Their hair was perfectly groomed and their makeup matched a porcelain dolls.   There was a tea set in front of them and they all seemed to be strategically positioned to represent a tea party.

“Ooooooh,” WinWin screeched, “We can finally have our tea party.”

Y/N tried to turn her head to see who was speaking but was unsuccessful. 

The man came over and lightly touched her cheek with his finger. “I named you Arabelle and these are your new friends…Guinevere and Celestine. We are all going to be such good friends.”

Y/N was able to move her pinkie just a tiny bit. WinWin noticed, forcing his happy demeanor to change. He ran over to a table in the corner of the room and returned with a syringe.

“This won’t work,” WinWin stated injecting Y/N’s neck with the contents in the syringe forcing her to go back to sleep.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟾♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 : 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise I won’t,” Y/N nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happens if I can’t,” Y/N asked.

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

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

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

The door slowly opened exposing Yeosang carrying his laptop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have a seat,” he commanded.

Yunho smiled, oblivious of what was coming.

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

“Yea sure,” Yunho smiled.

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

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

“What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

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

“I found a girlfriend,” Yunho sighed.

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

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

“What do you mean?”Seonghwa asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“I will but we’re in the middle of something at the moment,” Seonghwa said. “You may leave again.”

“But…” Wooyoung continued.

“Fucking leave now,” Seonghwa snarled.

Wooyoung didn’t argue, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before speaking again, “please continue, Yunho.”

“That’s some pretty paper on that box,” Yunho announced, staring at the package sitting in front of Seonghwa. “I wish I would get presents in the mail. You’re so lucky.”

“Don’t focus on the package,” Seonghwa snapped. “Focus on what you were doing in the morgue.”

“Uhm how did you know I was in the morgue?” Yunho asked, confused.

“I know everything,” Seonghwa smirked. “Now tell me what you did.”

“That package is leaking,” Yunho announced with wide eyes. “It looks like blood.”

“I saw you and Y/N were in the morgue together, what happened,” Seonghwa asked while he started unwrapping the package that was sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yunho sighed.

“Jesus christ,” Yeosang blurted out. “Did you fuck Y/N or not?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Yunho said. “I can do whatever I want with her. I own her.”

“You son of a bitch,” Wooyoung yelled, kicking the door open with his pistol exposed and aimed at Yunho. “You fucking raped her you sick bastard!”

“She wanted it,” Yunho argued, pulling his gun out. “Fuck you!”

“Holy shit,” Seonghwa gasped, dropping something onto his desk, leaving his hands bloody, causing all three of the men to look at him.

“What is that?” Yeosang asked.

“I think it’s the tattoo of my name that was on Y/N,” Seonghwa gasped, staring at his hands.

Wooyoung dropped his gun, running over and retrieving the skin laying on the desk. “That is her tattoo,” he announced.

Seonghwa unfolded the paper that was attached to the skin and read its contents aloud, “We have Y/N. If you ever want to see her alive again we will need 1.5 million dollars. You will be hearing from us shortly with further instructions. Hugs and Kisses. ~W.”

“Who the fuck is W?” Wooyoung asked.

“Whoever it is,” Seonghwa snarled. “They are going to pay for this.”

Yunho continued to stare at the skin that was removed from Y/N, “could I keep that tattoo?” he asked. “It would go nice in my collection.”

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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻 : 𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢

Exam day is finally here. You try to focus the best you can on your work, excited for what is coming after. You know Donghyuck has plans to meet Yeji at a cafe to finally end things with her. He’s going to finally be yours and yours only. Once the announcement is made that the time is up, you drop your test off on the instructor's desk,

following your friends out of the classroom. You don’t waste any time on small talk though, you say some pleasantries and hurry out of the university. You stop at a store on the way home, to pick up some fresh vegetables and steaks to cook a special meal for YOUR man and race home, waiting on Donghyuck to finally come over.

♡♡Meanwhile♡♡

Donghyuck sits at a table in a local cafe waiting on Yeji to show. She’s already fifteen minutes late. He pulls his phone out and shoots her a text.

DONGHYUCK: I’m at the cafe, where are you?

He doesn’t receive a text back though. He can’t understand why she wouldn’t even respond. Something just doesn’t feel right. He continues waiting another ten minutes before deciding to call her. The phone rings without being answered. Frustrated he instantly dials her back. Finally the call is answered.

“Where are you, Yeji?” he snaps, shocked by what he hears.

He runs out of the cafe and hurries to where Yeji is. Donghyuck walks into a hospital room, seeing his girlfriend peacefully sleeping in the bed. She is hooked up to all sorts of wires and tubes. Donghyuck is at a total loss for words. He runs out into the hallway to find a doctor to get some answers, returning to her room feeling defeated. He pulls his phone out to text you, wanting to inform you of what is going on when his phone dies. 

You wake up on the sofa, looking around realizing you must've slept through the night. You check your phone and don’t see any missed calls or texts from Donghyuck. You unlock your phone and dial his number but the call goes right to voicemail. 

You feel your heart break in half. He didn’t come back to you like he swore he would. Did Donghyuck decide to stay with her? Did he decide to forgive her and now they’re going to be a happy couple again? This is all your fault, you knew better than to get involved in a situation like this and a guy like him.

You meet your friends to finish up some missing assignments for your classes. Even though you aren't being too productive you can’t explain to your friends what is actually distracting you. You have to keep lying to them, pretending that everything is fine.

“I am so hungover,” Hendery complains, rubbing his head.

“Who’s idea was it to go out?” Doyoung asks.

Before anyone could answer, Jaemin, Jeno, and Johnny walks over to your table. 

“Don’t you get a break after the exams?” Jaemin wonders.

“Well…we still have some work we need to hand in,” Kun explains.

“We’re lucky you’re here,” Doyoung smiles. “Could you help with this part?” Jaemin leans over the table to get a better look. “This part?” Jaemin asks.

“Yea,” YangYang nods.

“Eh, to be honest, I'm not that good at this. Donghyuck is the expert, it’s a shame he’s not here with us,” Jaemin explains.

“Where is Donghyuck?” you ask, slowly looking up at Jaemin. You have to ask, you need to know where he is. Even if it’s going to destroy you, you know that you still need to hear it.

“His girlfriend was in a really bad car accident so he slept in the hospital last night,” Jaemin explains.

“Yeji woke up this morning though,” Jeno adds. “We just got back from the hospital. She seems to be ok now.”

“That’s good to hear,” Kun sighs. “Ok, let’s get back to work so we can get this shit finished.”

Yeji sits in her hospital bed, alone. Feeling an array of emotions, when Donghyuck walks back into her room. “Oh you're awake,” he states. “How are you feeling?”

She looks at him, not knowing what to say. She feels so much guilt  that she isn’t sure how to put what she needs to say into words.

He walks over to the table in the corner of the room and pours a glass of water, handing it to Yeji. “Here,” he says, handing her the glass of water. “I just talked to your mom on the phone, she should be here shortly.”

Yeji stares at him for a few seconds, “what about…the man who…”

“Oh the man who was driving?” Donghyuck interruptes. “He’s alright. He’ll be going home soon. He’s actually in the room next to yours. Do you want to go see him, Yeji?”

She stares down at her bed, internally panicking. “Donghyuck…”

He sits down on the bed next to her, “I’ve actually known for awhile now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as tears start to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Donghyuck. I know I really hurt you, Hyuck, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t cry,” he sighs, wiping her cheek with his hand.

Once Yeji is released from the hospital, Donghyuck brings her home to her dorm. They walk inside together, he places two bags down on her desk then turns to look at her. “This is your medicine and this is dinner. Don’t forget to take your meds after dinner or your scar won’t heal,” he explains.

Yeji nods, looking at him with wide eyes.

He looks around, uncomfortable, “well, call me if you have some kind of emergency.” He turns to walk out of her room when Yeji grabs his hand, pulling him back towards her. 

“Are you leaving?” she asks, pouting.

“You weren’t here for so long, the room smells musty,” he says, changing the subject. Donghyuck walks over and opens the balcony door to let some fresh air inside. He steps out onto the balcony, Yeji following.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “his name is Hyunseung. He’s a senior in my faculty. He knew that I had a boyfriend, but he was very persistent.”

Donghyuck slowly turns to look at her, “and you still talked to him?”

“He…he knew how to take care of girls. He took me to a lot of new places, places that I had never been to,” she explains as tears start to stream down her cheeks.

“And that includes him buying you things,” he adds. “Things that I can’t afford to buy you.”

“At first, I was just going to toy with him,” Yeji states. “But eventually I…”

“Had feelings for him?” Donghyuck interrupts, finishing the sentence for her. He leans over the railing to look out over the balcony then back at her. “For how long?”

“About…two months now,” Yeji confesses.

“Did you sleep with him,” he wonders.

“It was a mistake,” she insists. “This whole time, he wasn’t serious with me. He hangs out with so many other girls.”

“How do you know?” Donghyuck sighs.

“He never cared, Hyuck. Even when I was in the hospital. If he cared, he would have gotten a hold of me by now,” she cries.

“So you’re upset that he hasn’t contacted you?” Donghyuck huffs.

“No,” she denies. “I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant is, it made me realize that the only one who stands by me is you.”

She leans over, wrapping her arms around him as the tears continue to flow. “Hyuckie, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please don’t break up with me.”

He fights back tears when he sees you standing on your balcony, staring at him. Your eyes meet for a moment before he quickly looks away. You know what that means, you know he was staying with her and there is nothing you can do or say to change that. You turn and return inside your room as a tear runs down your cheek.

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