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I am not an Aroha but I did hear some Astro and MOONBIN&SANHA's songs. I don't know if I should be thankful or regretful when I decided not to stan them, because right now I am devastated and I would feel much worse if I were an Aroha.

Compared to this, I was just mildly shocked of Rocky leaving ASTRO. When my sister told me the news this morning, I didn't want to believe it. It just didn't seem real, it was as if Jonghyun's story was repeating itself.

I can't even begin to imagine how Moon Sua feels. I have siblings and I don't even want to think about being in her situation. Thankfully, Billlie have halted their schedule, I expected it. My deepest condolences for her, the rest of his family, ASTRO, his friends, and Arohas.

As of now, I still don't want to believe it... Rest in peace, Moonbin, you are now free from all harm. I will be praying for you.

sorry for the rant but😭😭😭 it's just so frustrating i feel the need to get it off my chest

credit no credit, i don't care, it's so extremely disrespectul to take someone else's work and translate it on a whole different platform for other people to see. you did not ask the original author if they were okay with it, it is stealing. am i supposed to be flattered? to thank you? no, not at all.

and the way this person has been stealing for so long from thousands of other writers for their almost 2k followers to see, blocking people when they get called out, just pretty much proves that they do it without feeling one single bit of shame.

you like what someone created? support the original artist. reblog the stuff from their own damn page if you want more people to see it.

the disrespect that artists get no matter the field they're in is simply beyond me

Late Night Devil [Part 3]

Police Officer! Seonghwa x Gangster!Hongjoong (Part 1) (Part 2)

Chapter Summary: Hongjoong's eyes traveled to Seonghwa lips, a perfect soft peach color inviting him to kiss. For some reason, he lately wanted to cling to him despite hating skin ship, kiss him without it being for sex. He knew he could and the older would let him, but he was aware he was beginning to develop feelings and that would worsen everything. Still, he couldn't get himself to ask him to stop meeting. He would miss his touch, his voice, his presence, his kisses, him.

Word count: 3.4k?

Chapter Warnings: NSFW/Minors DNI, drug mentions (as a business), guns, mentions of murder, anal fucking, idk if I’m forgetting smth, ok bye.

1. TAKE YOUR STUFF @hiimnicki05 x3 AND FINALLY

2. I know I disappeared for a whole effin month. ._. 3. I was unable to write the smut scene because I was so so dry. :,D

Seonghwa deleted the location in his phone sent by Hongjoong right after arriving at the warehouse. It was big and the entrance was already open, so he parked inside. He had arrived just on time, turning off the car. As he stepped out, he looked around. The place was full of boxes, but it still had some light coming in through the huge windows.

How many pounds of drugs do they have in each box...?

He stared in awe, curiosity telling him to check one out but preferring to not touch anything despite his gloved hands. He was so enraptured at the moment that he didn't notice the red laser pointing right at the back of his head.

"Got you..." Yeosang whispered, pulling the trigger.

"No!" Hongjoong's shout was covered by the sound of the bullet hitting a box, just as he managed to push to sniper away from its target. That obviously caught Seonghwa's attention, who pulled his gun out and looked at the platforms around the edge, close to the ceiling, which functioned as a second floor. "Damnit, Yeosang, that's exactly who I told you to not shoot!" Hongjoong told his marksman who now lowered his weapon.

"You omitted the part where he would arrive in a police car. Armed. And about him being a police officer." Yeosang said in disbelief.

"I didn't want you all to freak out. Now leave." He told him, ready to head towards the stairs.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay alone with a-"

"I said leave," Hongjoong repeated, looking back at him with a cold stare. Yeosang sighed before walking right behind him as they both went down the stairs, Yeosang heading straight out and Hongjoong towards Seonghwa. Seonghwa saved his gun after everything had calmed down.

"...you forgot to say some important details, apparently," Seonghwa murmured, having overheard their small conversation.

"He's just doing his job," Hongjoong answered, leaning against the car's front hood. Seonghwa joins him, choosing to sit over it instead.

"Where do you get all this?" He asked, looking around.

"Primary sector. Cheap and abundant." He answered proudly, nodding.

"How much is it?" Seonghwa looked at him.

"Enough to overdose half the city." He joked.

"Do you consume it?"

"Hell no, haven't you seen Tony Montana?" He looked back at Seonghwa with disgust, who chuckled at his words.

"How did you get involved in all this...?" He asked. Hongjoong was silent for an instant, and that made Seonghwa think that he should just evade the theme.

"Family business." Hongjoong finally answered.

"Family...? I don't recall any relative of yours with an arrest warrant."

"They managed things differently. I was the first to step out." Hongjoong said.

They stayed silent for a while after that, both stuck in their own thoughts. After all, Hongjoong wasn't one to talk that much, and Seonghwa didn't have anything else to say more than questions.

Hongjoong then climbed on top of the car's hood, sitting down beside the older boy. He stared at him while the other kept looking around, taking in the beautiful features. His eyes looked lost, and that's when he noticed just how much was Seonghwa risking in doing this. He was compromising his job and his freedom, because they would surely arrest him for not arresting the criminal earlier. Hongjoong didn't want to ask why exactly was he doing it, afraid of an answer he didn't want to hear. Eventually, their meetings would come to an end and Seonghwa would go back to his job as well as Hongjoong back to his own.

His eyes traveled to his lips, a perfect soft peach color inviting him to kiss. For some reason, he lately wanted to cling to him despite hating skin ship, kiss him without it being for sex. He knew he could and the older would let him, but he was aware he was beginning to develop feelings and that would worsen everything. Still, he couldn't get himself to ask him to stop meeting. He would miss his touch, his voice, his presence, his kisses, him.

It was useless to go back now, he just had to wait for their meetings to come to an end and he wasn't going to be the one to end them even though his subconscious told him Seonghwa wouldn't end them either.

"What are you thinking of?" Seonghwa interrupted his thoughts when he noticed his lost stare at him. Hongjoong shook his head slightly, erasing the remaining ideas in his head before smiling at him.

"Nothing... are we gonna fuck or not?" He asked, tilting his head to a side. Seonghwa let out a small laugh before getting up, positioning himself in between the youngers' legs. He held his cheeks and pulled him into the kiss they were both desiring.

Yunho never broke his stare from his chief as he sat down on the chair in front of his desk, hoping his nervousness wasn't noticeable to the older man.

He had discovered that in fact, Seonghwa was missing some shifts. It was unbelievable at first, Seonghwa was organized, impeccable, and an example to others. But during the whole week, Yunho would go take the stops Seonghwa was supposed to take, he would just not be there, especially around the end of the afternoon or late at night. However, even if it was his job, he didn't want to uncover his best friend and partner to their boss. So, he would just say he needed more time and that way, he could talk with Seonghwa and make everything go to normal before their boss kept suspecting.

"So?" The chief asked, breaking the silence and watching the blonde's leg jump erratically every millisecond. A clear sign of tension he probably had ignored. "What did you find out about Officer Park?" He asked, eyes boring back into the boy's brown eyes.

"I... I need some more time. Just two or three days." Yunho answered, hoping he could get through this one.

"Mmm..." The chief nodded, looking down at the papers on his desk. He sighed, shaking his head. "You are one of my best officers, officer Jeong. But you're way too close to officer Park, so I couldn't help but send someone else along with you to investigate without you knowing about it. I decided to let you into my office first in hopes of you speaking the truth. Will you talk or should I hear what the other officer has to say?"

Yunho gulped. If the other officer had seen the same stuff as him, Yunho could be arrested for conspiracy for not speaking before him.

"...He is missing... I just wanted to make sure, that's why I asked for more time." Yunho blurted, guilt arising in his chest for exposing his friend.

"A single day is enough to miss your shift. A whole week is insane." The chief answered. "Very well. I'm having the other officer come in. Looks like he has some other type of information. Stay right here." Yunho nodded before his head turned around, facing the door and expecting the next officer to come in after his chief gave the hand motion to his assistant to open the door. "Officer Choi." The chief greeted him with a smile.

Yunho visibly tensed when Jongho entered the office. It was not because of the younger's presence, but because of the folder he was carrying. That obviously had evidence against Seonghwa, and there was no way of warning him after that folder was in hands of his boss. Jongho bowed his head at both before sitting beside Yunho, giving the folder to their chief.

"Now let's see what this bastard has been doing." Their chief said before opening the folder. The smug smile he had been wearing disappeared as he saw the first photos. "That's..."

"Kim Hongjoong, yes." Jongho replied, and Yunho sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

How the hell did Seonghwa manage to get so close to a criminal of that extent?

Hongjoong gasped when Seonghwa bottomed out in a single, harsh thrust while cursing in his ear. The stretch was burning him, yet he still rolled his hips to make the older one move. His fingers tangled with Seonghwa's long, black hair, tugging strongly with the first snap of Seonghwa's hips. He hadn't tied his hair in a ponytail this time, making it easier to pull at the strands. Seonghwa groaned at this action.

His pace began slow and steady, increasing every few seconds. Hongjoong sealed his lips, whimpering slightly to avoid his voice echoing through the whole place.

And then, Seonghwa could hear the faint sound of his radio inside the car under their elaborate breaths. He felt too high right now, but not high enough to risk it all by not answering his calls. Yunho had already called him out for it. His hips slowly came to a halt to Hongjoong's dismay, who whimpered.

"N-no..." Hongjoong whined when Seonghwa pulled out.

"I'm sorry..." Seonghwa mumbled, kissing his temple before rushing to the driver's seat and taking the radio in his hands. "5S12, 10-9."

"10-19, over and out."

Seonghwa stared at his radio confused at the sudden order. He had to go back to the station, but officers were rarely called back to the station during the daytime.

"What is it?" Hongjoong asked annoyed, looking back at him.

"...I'm sorry, I gotta return to the station," Seonghwa said while fixing his clothes. Hongjoong groaned, laying down on the car's hood.

"Are you kidding me? Can't you be 5 minutes late?" Hongjoong asked and Seonghwa chuckled, nodding his head while fixing his weapon and radio back in his belts.

"No... but I'll make it up to you once I'm back, ok?" He walked to the side of the hood and bent over him, joining their lips one last time.

Seonghwa parked outside of the police station, now aware of why was he called to report himself so abruptly. He called Yunho while driving down the highway, scared that something about his escapes was known. What Yunho told him through the phone calmed him down; they had asked all officers to report themselves as the commissioner had arrived to check on the station.

A lie, he figured out when, once he stepped foot inside the station, three officers aimed their guns at him. He lifted his hands, knowing better than to fight against them.

"Park Seonghwa, you're under arrest for conspiracy, aiding and abetting a crime." A fourth officer said behind him while pulling his hands behind his back to handcuff him.

"But I didn't aid-" Seonghwa groaned as he began reciting the Miranda rights, cutting him.

"Bring him to my office first, I'd like to talk with him." The chief said. Another officer took the gun away from his holster before they guided him to the office. He walked past Yunho, who mouthed 'cooperate'. Seonghwa stared at him a bit longer than intended before entering the office. He didn't blame him. They were trained for that after all.

"Well, I really didn't expect this." His chief spat at him once they were alone, turning around the folder for him to see the pictures. It was the night before he went to the warehouse, back at the hotel. Hongjoong was clearly beside him. His arrest didn't really worry him, but had they followed him to the warehouse? After staring at the pictures, Seonghwa lifted his gaze at the chief, showing no expression.

"We both don't want your arrest, so I have an offer." He then said, sitting down on his chair. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, knowing he wouldn't like the deal at all. "The officer I sent couldn't follow you next morning, nor before that. And I know you set a next appointment with that criminal. So you're guiding us to him, you'll be our bait." No, Seonghwa didn't like the deal at all.

"And if I don't?" Seonghwa asked.

"You're charged for aiding and abetting a crime, you know that I can easily escalate that to second-degree murder. That means the death penalty for you. You don't want that, do you?" The chief smiled at him.

"You-"

"You're in no position to swear at me." He interrupted him.

Seonghwa felt trapped in a cage with no way out. He wished he could run away, go back to Hongjoong. He wished he never came back and obeyed his instinct instead of calling Yunho.

A few minutes had passed when Seonghwa decided to speak again, the chief patiently waiting.

"I don't care what charges will be pressed against me nor if I can't get my status back or not. Once you arrest Kim Hongjoong, you're evading the death penalty." He firmly spoke.

"Evade his death penalty? It's easier to resurrect people from the dead." The chief snorted.

"If you can press murder charges against me, you can remove his," Seonghwa said, maintaining his posture.

"And what should I do with the people dead in his hands?"

"They're a gang. Choose a member you dislike who's not him, and press those charges against that person." Seonghwa scoffed. "I'll help you if that's the deal."

Hongjoong was leaning against the stairs' handrail when he saw Seonghwa's familiar police patrol park inside the warehouse. He smiled, and as Seonghwa opened the door, Hongjoong got close to the car.

He looked stunning like always, hair pulled up in his familiar ponytail and impeccably dressed in his black uniform. In fact, he didn't take off his radio this time when he went out of the car. Instead, he left his weapon inside. Still, he sensed something weird. He looked... Tense.

"Hey." Seonghwa greeted him with a smile and closed the car's door.

"Hi. Is everything alright? What happened yesterday after the radio call?" Hongjoong asked.

"Yeah... It was just the commissioner arriving at the police station. That's very important, so." Seonghwa replied, and Hongjoong hummed.

Seonghwa approached him slowly before placing his hands on his hips, an action that seemed natural to Hongjoong so he surrounded his neck with his arms.

Hongjoong didn't hesitate when Seonghwa slowly pushed him to the closest wall without kissing him. He didn't doubt when Seonghwa lifted his hands above his own head and handcuffed him. He closed his eyes when Seonghwa began unfastening the harness holding his gun from his leg.

Right now, Seonghwa wished Hongjoong wouldn't trust him. He wished he would hesitate and fight back and leave at the moment he was trying to handcuff him. But ever since the first night, Hongjoong trusted him blindly, just like Seonghwa trusted Hongjoong. It hurt him, and it scared him too. It scared him about what would happen with Hongjoong once he was arrested, scared of losing his trust. Scared of having to face his cold, icy, and empty semblance if he did what he was about to do.

With a trembling hand, Seonghwa removed Hongjoong's gun from its holster, lifting it to Hongjoong's head just as multiple car doors banged close. Hongjoong opened his eyes when he heard the noise, feeling the cold iron muzzle digging into his temple and pressing against his orange bangs right after. His wrists were held by Seonghwa's hand against the wall, and his body was pinned by his. No matter how intelligent or skilled was he, Seonghwa's strength overpowered his. He struggled in vain to release himself when he saw the red and blue lights outside the warehouse, both police and drug enforcement coming inside.

"You'll be alright..." Seonghwa whispered in his ear, knowing those would be one of the last few things he would be able to tell Hongjoong. Hongjoong looked back at him with that piercing glare, warm smile faded, and cold gaze.

The expression he had only seen in pictures, just a cold-blooded criminal. The only difference would be the glistening in his eyes, tempting to cry but not daring to.

"Kill him, we can't risk letting him go a single second, or else he could escape." Hongjoong and Seonghwa both whipped their heads towards the commissioner. Seonghwa looked at his chief, expecting him to speak back from their deal. He just smirked.

"What are you waiting for, officer?" The chief asked. Seonghwa alternated his view between his chief and the commissioner.

"Officer Park, pull the trigger or I'll order it." The commissioner threatened. Seonghwa looked around. They were surrounded by loaded guns and rifles, all pointing at Hongjoong. It looked like there wasn't any way out.

Seonghwa finally looked back at Hongjoong, who looked back at him too. He shook his head to try to bring back the Seonghwa he felt safe with, the boy who whispered sweet nothings to him every night and cuddled him to sleep. It was useless when Seonghwa didn't react. A criminal didn't go over the commissioner's orders toward an officer. And it was stupid to trust him, stupid to trust a police officer. He should've killed him when he still had the chance back at the hotel months ago.

Hongjoong tensed when he felt the grip around the trigger tighten, not quite pulling yet. He was trembling, and a single tear rolled down his cheek when he squeezed his eyes shut. He probably didn't notice it in his fear, but Seonghwa did, and it hurt him.

He had fallen madly in love with the trembling boy in front of him, fearless to all but vulnerable only to him.

Seonghwa knew they wouldn't shoot unless they had the commissioner's order, no matter what. There was only left to pray for Hongjoong's snipers to be around when Seonghwa let go of the orange hair boy's fisted hands, removing the muzzle away from his temple. In a second, he pointed the end to the commissioner and pulled the trigger, the gunshot being much louder than it should be as well as the thud of his body against the stone floor. Seconds later, bullets flew above their heads, Hongjoong's snipers in fact being around.

Seonghwa was clearly obsessed, and deeply in love. Just a marionette to follow Hongjoong's orders, his lover's orders. Because Hongjoong was above everybody else. Nobody could hurt him, not even him.

Hongjoong will always be first.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Masterlist

I got four requests and six drafts from last year. But I've become so laaazy :,D

friend: [sends me screenshot of my own fic on ao3 in the wild]

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