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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟾

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽 : 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛

“Donghyuck, why don’t you just break up with her?” Soojin asks.

“Yea dude,” Mark adds, proudly.

“Why continue to drag it out?” Jeno joins.

“Well she asked for it,” Jisung interrupts. “What other choice did he have?”

Soojin glares at Jisung in disgust but doesn’t respond.

“I think this is partially my fault,” Donghyuck announces. 

“You gotta look at the bright side,” Jaemin adds. “All of this might bring you two even closer.”

“Oh my god,” Soojin huffs. “One of you is a saint and the other is an optimist…I don’t want to talk to you guys anymore.”

“So forget about it,” Jaemin sighs. “Let’s take Hyuck out tonight to help him forget about everything.”

“Well…” Chenle hesitates.

“My treat,” Jaemin announces.

“Yes daddy,” Chenle laughs. “The rich man with unlimited credit but only a hundred bucks left in his bank account.”

“Oh my god,” Mark laughs so hard that he almost falls off of his chair.

“Ok ok ok,” Jaemin smiles. “If you’re too proud to let me pay then..”

“I’m not saying that,” Chenle snaps, quickly turning to look at Jaemin with a straight, serious face.

“May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past,” Jaemin says, raising his glass in the air and all of his friends following suit.

Jeno turns to look at Donghyuck, “bottoms up, dear friend.”

Everyone starts clapping to support their friend chugging the drink in front of him.

“Yayyyyy,” Mark laughs.

“Get him another one,” Soojin demands.

“Alright guys slow it down,” Donhyuck gasps. “I don’t want to be hugging the toilet two nights in a row.”

“Oh come on,” Chenle huffs.

Something catches Soojin’s eye from across the room. “Um guys,” she starts.  “Jaemin, there’s Y/N.”

Jaemin spins around, seeing you and your friends walking inside of the bar.

“Hey Y/N,” he calls with a giant smile on his face. “Come on over here.”

“Come on kids,” Soojin orders. “There’s room at our table.”

Your friends happily walk over to their table, pulling you along with them. 

“Y/N, sit next to Jaemin,” Soojin demands.

“Do you have a seat? Because if not you can sit on my…” Jaemin smiles, “…heart.”

“Holy shit,” Jeno laughs. “Didn’t think you were gonna say that.”

“I’m a nice guy,” Jaemin smiles. “Remember?”

Jaemin grabs a glass and pours two different liquids into the glass, handing it to you with a giant smile. “See if you make it too strong, you’ll get drunk too fast,” Jaemin explains. “It’s perfect like this.”

“Do you take care of everyone this well?” Chenle huffs.

“I do,” Jaemin snaps, glaring at his friend. “I’m a caring person.”

Donghyuck picks up his glass and chugged all of the contents. 

“Jaemin never mixes my drink for me,” Mark whines.

“Me neither,” Chenle agrees.

Jeno notices Donghyuck chug his second drink and watches as he pours straight liquor into the empty glass. “I thought you said you were going to take things slow,” he questions.

“What’s wrong with you?” YangYang asks, joining into the conversation,

You’re listening to what is being said about him when Jaemin turns to look at you. “Oh hey,” he smiles. “Were the lecture notes that I gave you useful?”

“A lot of the info for the test was useful but we still couldn’t finish in time,” Doyoung sighs.

“Y/N was the only one that could,” Hendery announces. “She got them all.”

“She’s as impressive as me,” Soojin smiles.

“Since you’re this impressive,” Jaemin smirks. “You deserve a reward.” He leans against you to whisper into your ear, “so what do you want?”

“Um,” you hesitate.

“I know you want something,” Jaemin insists. 

“No…I’m good,” you state.

“Oh just tell Jaemin what you want. He’ll get you anything,” Soojin announces.

“Hyuck, slow down man,” Jeno says to him as he chugs his full glass of liquor.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Jaemin whispers. “He’s an alcoholic.”

The night goes on, you’re trying not to drink too much. You don’t want to make another drunken mistake. You can tell that Jaemin likes you and the last thing you want is to go home with him just because you’re still upset about the Donghyuck situation.

You get up from the table and walk down the long hallway leading to the bathrooms. You turn the corner bumping into someone walking out. You look up, locking eyes with Donghyuck. You can feel the intensity from the way he is looking into your eyes. You want to hug him, you want to grab onto him and not let go but you won’t allow yourself to do that. You take a deep breath and move to the right to go around him just as he happens to move to the same side. After attempting to go around each other with the same result of continuing to bump into each other you both stop. It was obvious both of you have a lot to say but neither one seem to want to be the one to say it. Finally Donghyuck opens his mouth but before words could come out he quickly covers his mouth, turns and runs back into the bathroom. 

There he is hugging the porcelain throne, praying for death. He continues to vomit until there is nothing left in his stomach. He slumps down, laying his head on the seat, slowly closing his eyes.

Donghyuck opens his eyes, looking around, realizing he is in a bedroom lying comfortably tucked into a bed. He looks over and there you are, lying underneath the blankets next to him. When you feel him moving around, you open your eyes, turning to look at him.

“You were sleeping in the bathroom,” you explain. “So I told your friends to bring you here and you could sleep on my sofa for the night. At least you still have some clothing here.”

Donghyuck looks down at what he was wearing, realizing it was different from what he wore to the bar.

“There was vomit all over your shirt so I changed your clothes,” you explain.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to be a bother to you,” he sighs, sitting up to get out of bed. “I’ll leave now.”

You grab his arm, preventing him from getting up. He slowly turns to look at you. “Why did you take so much time to come back to me?” you ask. “You told me to wait.”

“What about Jaemin?” he wonders.

“Are you kidding me?” you snap. “I was drunk the other night so he gave me a ride home.”

“So you’re really waiting for me?” he asks.

“What do you take me for?” you huff. 

“Can I really come back to you?” he whispers, hesitantly.

“Are you with anyone now?” you ask.

He stares at you for a few seconds before lunging forward, wrapping his arms around your body, squeezing tightly. Donghyuck lets out a slight whimper as the tears start to flow.

“When I was hurt you took care of me, now let me take care of you,” you whisper.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 - 𝔠𝔥.13 - 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 13 : 𝔦'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰

𝔠𝔥.12 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | 𝔠𝔥.14

“That’s just…” Y/N started.

“So romantic, right?” Ryujin interrupted. “I told you he was in total love with me.”

“But Ryujin, he used you, fed on you, killed you, then forced you to kill your best friend,” Y/N argued.

“Yea I was there,” Ryujin snarled. “But he did all of those things so we could be together forever.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N sighed.

“You can think what you want but I know the truth,” Ryujin snapped. “We’re madly in love and I’m starting to think you just might be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Y/N argued. 

Ryujin looked up at Y/N with her eyes black, “tell me the truth, do you have a thing for Jay?”

“Oh my god NO,” Y/N gasped. 

“You better not be lying,” Ryujin snarled.

“I swear I’m not lying,” Y/N said, with a high pitched voice, hoping her roommate would take her word.

“Good because friends don’t like their friend’s boyfriends,” Ryujin stated as her eyes went back to normal.

Y/N smiled, “we’re friends?”

“Of course we are,” Ryujin returned her smile. “It’s starting to get late, maybe we should try to get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

“We do?” Y/N wondered.

“Tomorrow is our annual carnival and then its the masquerade ball,” Ryujin explained. “Speaking of that, have you figured out who sent that dress to you?”

Y/N let out a sigh of disappointment, “no nobody has said anything about it to me.”

“I asked Jay about it and he didn’t know anything so I don’t know either,” Ryujin sighed. 

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see who shows up under the clock,” Y/N said.

“It’s kind of romantic though,” Ryujin smiled. “Don’t you think?”

“I mean, maybe,” Y/N nodded. “Under normal circumstances I would probably think it’s a little romantic but lately nothing good seems to happen so I kind of think it’s a little nerve racking.”

“You’re just being paranoid,” Ryujin sighed. “Now let’s get some sleep. You look like you could really use some beauty rest.”

“Thanks alot,” Y/N laughed, getting up off of her bed to go to the bathroom to get dressed in her pajamas.

When she returned to the room, Ryujin already appeared to be asleep. She was hoping she would have the same luck and be able to fall asleep rather quickly too. Her anxiety did seem to loosen up and she was no longer on the verge of having a mental breakdown. She crawled into bed, thoughts racing through her mind as she slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Halfway through the night, Y/N heard someone whispering over by her roommate’s bed, disturbing her peaceful sleep. She rolled over, only slightly opening one eye, wanting to still appear to be asleep.

Jay was sitting on Ryujin’s bed, gently moving her hair out of her face. “Baby wake up,” he whispered.

Ryujin opened her eyes, smiling once she saw Jay in her bed. “Jay,” she said. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Jay sighed, smiling. 

Ryujin lifted the covers up, scooching over to make room for the boy to crawl in. “Get in,” she offered.

“No,” Jay stated. “Not here.”

“Why not?” Ryujin wondered, confused.

“I’m gonna make you scream and I don’t want the audience,” Jay explained with a smirk on his face. “I have something special for you.”

“Ooooh what?” Ryujin asked excitedly, sitting straight up in bed.

Jay lightly caressed her face with his hand, “come with me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Ok,” Ryujin smiled.

“That’s my girl,” Jay said, standing up and placing his hand out for Ryujin to grab.

Ryujin didn’t hesitate, she placed her hand into Jay’s and they disappeared out of the room just as quickly as Jay first appeared.

Y/N shook her head while rubbing her eyes, turning over to attempt to go back to sleep when Jungwon appeared out of the shadows.

“Y/N,” he whispered, causing her to nearly jump out of the bed. “Calm down, it's just me.”

Once Y/N realized who was in her room, she scowled, “what do you want?”

“I’m sorry,” Jungwon sighed. “If I hurt your feelings in any way, I’m sorry.”

“If?” Y/N repeated. “That’s a really shitty apology.”

“You know you hurt my feelings too,” he snapped.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N said. “I didn’t do anything to you. You’re the one who decided to make out with another girl right in front of me.”

“I only did that because you decided to go on a lunch date with that wolf,” Jungwon snarled, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.

“It wasn’t a lunch date,” Y/N argued. “I was so upset about things and he was just being nice to me. Felix is my friend.”

“I don’t like you being friends with wolves,” Jungwon announced. 

“Well that's too bad because you don’t get to tell me who i can and can’t be friends with,” Y/N snapped.

Jungwon sat down alongside Y/N on her bed, “I wasn’t trying to tell you that.”

“It kind of sounded like you were,” Y/N argued. “And then you punished me for not listening.”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” Jungwon snapped. “Felix is the worst of them wolves.”

“Why do you even care?” Y/N asked.

“Well I… I… I kind of… well you’re my friend,” Jungwon sighed.

“Oh,” Y/N said, looking down at her hands a little disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” Jungwon asked, lifting Y/N’s chin up with his hand, forcing her to look at him. “You seem a little disappointed.”

“No,” Y/N denied. “It’s not disappointment, I’m not sure what it is though.”

“Maybe this will help clear things up,” Jungwon smirked, leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Y/N instinctively kissed him back, but forced herself to stop and pushed him away.

“Jungwon stop that,” she ordered. “I’m not going to be your toy.”

“What are you talking about?” Jungwon snarled.

“I don’t want to be like Ryujin. I am not going to be into you only to have you play with my emotions every chance you get,” Y/N snapped.

Jungwon let out a little chuckle, “is that what you think happens between Ryujin and Jay?” he asked.

“Yea she told me how he turned her and that’s just awful. He uses her and she’s too blinded by love to see it,” Y/N argued.

“You are sadly mistaken,” Jungwon smiled. “Jay loves her too. He just shows it in his own way.”

“That’s what she says too, but I’m not stupid and I have eyes,” Y/N sighed. “I see how he treats her. You don’t treat someone you love like that.”

“Did she tell you what happened after he turned her?” Jungwon asked.

“How he made her kill her best friend? Yes, she did tell me that,” Y/N snapped. “And that’s just sick.”

“No, not that part,” Jungwon said. “The part about her dad?”

Y/N stared at Jungwon, without saying a word and shook her head no.

“I didn’t think so,” Jungwon smiled. “Ryujin was worried about her dad not knowing where she got to. So Jay took her to see him. When they walked in and he saw her with a boy he lost his shit. He started degrading her and calling her everything under the sun which made Ryujin upset and forced her to cry. Even though her father treated her awful her entire life, it was still her father and she loved him and wanted him to love her in return. Jay couldn’t stand seeing her hurt by this man. He killed him out of rage and this binded the two forever.”

“Jay killed her father?” Y/N repeated.

“Jay has a weird way of showing his feelings but honestly he does love Ryujin and would never let anything bad ever happen to her,” Jungwon explained.

“But he treats her awful,” Y/N insisted.

“That’s only in public,” Jungwon continued. “He doesn’t like anyone to know that he has a soft side but when they’re alone, it’s completely different.”

“He doesn’t even admit they are dating,” Y/N pointed out.

“He doesn’t have to,” Jungwon added. “Everyone knows they are and knows not to disrespect his girl otherwise they’ll have to pay the consequences.”

“Is that what you want with me?” Y/N asked, instantly regretting letting those words slip out of her mouth.

Jungwon laughed, “what do you mean?”

“Do you only want to be nice to me when we’re alone and then ignore me and treat me like shit in public,” Y/N explained.

“Not at all,” Jungwon smiled. “But to be honest, I don’t have a real answer of what I actually want.”

“That’s not enough for me,” Y/N sighed.

Jungwon ignored her words, leaning in and briefly pressing his lips against hers again.

“I think I might like you,” Jungwon whispered. “And I think we should explore those feelings.”

“This isn’t how we should be doing that,” Y/N argued.

“What do you mean?” Jungwon smiled. “This is the best way I know to explore any feelings.”

He pushed Y/N down onto her bed, laying on top of her body, kissing her once more. He pulled away, gently placing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I’ll respect you, if you’re not ready,” he whispered.

Y/N wanted to say she was, but she knew that this whole situation was wrong. It didn’t matter that her body was screaming at her to say yes, it didn’t matter that her heart was saying yes. Her mind knew she had to be smart and if he was serious then he would be ok to wait for every part of her to be on board.

Y/N shook her head, “Jungwon this isn’t right. I can’t do this.”

Jungwon sighed, leaning down and kissing her once more before disappearing out of her room, leaving her alone in her bed.

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟾♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 : 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise I won’t,” Y/N nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happens if I can’t,” Y/N asked.

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

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

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

The door slowly opened exposing Yeosang carrying his laptop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have a seat,” he commanded.

Yunho smiled, oblivious of what was coming.

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

“Yea sure,” Yunho smiled.

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

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

“What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

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

“I found a girlfriend,” Yunho sighed.

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

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

“What do you mean?”Seonghwa asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…” Wooyoung continued.

“Fucking leave now,” Seonghwa snarled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is that?” Yeosang asked.

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

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

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

“Who the fuck is W?” Wooyoung asked.

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

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

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼 : 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚝

Donghyuck wakes in the middle of the night, looking over at Yeji peacefully asleep on his arm. He gently pulls his arm away, trying not to disturb her sleep. He gets out of bed and goes into the

bathroom. Once the door is fully closed, Yeji grabs her phone. She opens it to see messages from Hyunseung, the last one asking if he can call. She deletes the messages, quickly replacing her phone back onto her nightstand then lying back down pretending to still be asleep when Donghyuck returns to bed.

Jaemin, Jeno, and Johnny walks inside a local club, ready to have a good night.  “Where do you wanna sit?” Johnny wonders, looking around.

“It feels kind of weird partying with just the three of us,” Jeno sighs. “Should we invite Hyuck out?”

“You idiot,” Johnny huffs. “Let him take care of his girl.”

“Oh ok,” Jeno sighs. “So where should we sit then?”

“I don't know, just pick a table,” Johnny orders.

Jaemin spots you drinking alone at the bar. “You two go ahead and find us a table,” Jaemin says. “I’ll be over then.”

“Ok,” Johnny nods, leading Jeno over to a table.

Jaemin walks over to where you are sitting. “Y/N,” he smiles. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

“No, I’m fine,” you lie. “I just wanted to celebrate alone.”

“Celebrate?” Jaemin asks. “You don’t look like someone who is celebrating, Y/N.”

“I’m celebrating for someone else,” you scoff. “He should be happy by now.”

Jaemin sighs, accepting your answer. “If that’s the case then don’t hold back. I’ll give you a ride home and I won’t take no for an answer.” He sits down next to you and orders a drink for himself. 

Donghyuck is standing at the sink in Yeji’s kitchen doing their dishes from dinner when Yeji goes into the bathroom. A knock sounds on the door. Donghyuck shakes his hands to air dry them a little before swinging the door open. He’s shocked to see Hyunseung standing on the other side. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growls.

“I know that I shouldn’t be here but I need to talk to Yeji,” Hyunseung explains.

Donghyuck stares at him with nothing but rage on his face as Yeji exits the bathroom noticing what’s unfolding. 

“Hyunseung,” she gasps, making both men turn to look at her. “You should leave, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Yeji, I’m sorry,” he pleads. “It’s my fault that we’re not together. And this made me realize how much I love you, you’re not just another girl to me.”

“What do you want?” Donghyuck snaps, not wanting to hear anything else he has to say.

“I just want…” Hyunseung states, turning to look at her. “Yeji to choose what SHE really wants.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, clearly upset. “Just leave,” she orders.

“Yeji…” Hyunseung starts.

Donghyuck could see the confusion and emotions on her face. It hurts him to admit it but he knows what needs to be done. “Talk to him, Yeji,” he states. “End it and get some closure. Tell me when you’re done.”

He walks out onto the balcony so he wouldn’t have to listen to their converstaion. He tries to keep his composure when he hears voices coming from your balcony.

“There’s a cool breeze,” Jaemin says.

“Cool?” you repeat. “How come I feel so hot right now?” You laugh at your stupid joke, proudly.

You look up, seeing Donghyuck watching on. The look on his face showing how heartbroken he is. He looks like a lost puppy dog that is ready to cry at any minute. You’re natural instinct wanting to hug him but you can’t, he’s not yours to hug anymore. And if you really want to be honest, he never really was yours.

You turn back to Jaemin, “but there’s mosquitoes out here, we should probably go back inside.”

“I think it’s nice out,” he states. You grab Jaemin’s arm and pull him back inside of your room.

Donghyuck watches you disappear into your dorm with his friend. When he turns back around, he sees Yeji and Hyunseung hugging inside her dorm. Everything is falling apart.

You walk over to your refrigerator, pull out a cold bottle of water and hand it to Jaemin. “Thank you for the ride home,” you smile. “But it’s getting late and you should probably hurry home.”

“Mhm,” Jaemin smirks, looking around. “I’m starting to get a little hungry. Is there something I could eat here?”

“Here?” you ask.

“Yea,” Jaemin nods, “here.”

“Sorry but I didn’t go shopping lately,” you state.

“Well, how about these?” Jaemin wonders, pulling out a bag of instant noodles that you have stashed on top of the microwave. “These are perfect.”

“No, you can’t,” you gasp, grabbing the noodles from him. You both stand in an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, I just want to keep these for me.”

“Oh…” Jaemin sighs, looking at you then the noodles then quickly back at you again. “I think maybe I should get going.”

You feel a little ashamed of how you acted but those noodles were for Donghyuck. Even if he made his choice, they were still his and it wouldn’t be right for Jaemin to eat them. 

“I guess I’ll see you later,” he says, walking towards the door. You watch as he exits your room.

After Hyunseung leaves, Donghyuck and Yeji are once again alone in her dorm room. He doesn’t want to have the talk that is so desperately needed but ultimately knows they need to talk about so much. They sit together on her sofa, both visibly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” Yeji sighs.

“You know, after the accident you’ve been apologizing so much that it makes me think that you’re only here because you feel guilty,” Donghyuck announces. 

“I’m sorry,” Yeji repeats, looking down at the ground to avoid making eye contact.

“Now that you know that Hyunseung is serious about you,” he sighs. Donghyuck lifted her chin up with his hand forcing her to look at him.  “I’ll give you one more chance to decide. There’s no wrong or right answer when it comes to love, but you can’t lie to yourself. You need to be honest about your feelings, Yeji. Who do you really want? Is it Hyunseung or your Hyuck?”

Yeji looks away, considering her options. “Hyuck…” 

Donghyuck exhales a sigh of relief, leaning back slowly in his chair.

“Can we take a break?” she asks. “Let me be alone for a little to figure things out.”

Donghyuck doesn’t know how to respond. He stares at her, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry,” Yeji sighs.

“Ok, Yeji,” he nods, standing up to gather the stuff he has in her room. Yeji watches, not moving from the sofa. When he is finished, he turns to look at her, “I’m leaving,” he states, turning around and walking towards the door.

“Hyuck,” Yeji saya, causing him to turn around. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea, Yeji it’s ok,” he says, forcing a small smile as he turns and walks out of her room for what may be the last time.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

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.𝟼 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟻 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟽♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼 : 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N blinked once.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N blinked once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Time to start,” he announced. 

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

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

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

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

Xiaojun walked over to the bed where yn laid helplessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of distraction?” San asked.

“Leave that to us,” Seonghwa smirked.

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

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

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

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

“Hand her the fuck over,” Seonghwa growled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is Y/N?” Wooyoung asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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