#arrangedmarried

"He is in a safe place, none of your business" I answer, taking my seat on my Father's big chair at the end of the table.

"My business is to protect the oyabun" the same man says again. "And for that I need to know where he is"

"Well, you knew where he was all this time and look at him now, someone is not doing his job properly" the man grit his teeth with my words but I decide to ignore him because I know more insults towards me are coming.

"Why should we listen to you? You left your Father and took the Korean protection from us!" Another man shouts, standing up. He is the traitor; he is the one I have been dreaming to kill since Mackenyu told me about him. "Why should we listen to a fucking slut?"

I take my gun from my thigh, aiming at his head as I pull the trigger. The body falls back on the floor lifeless now and everyone looks at me with their eyes wide in shock.

"That's why" The men on the room straighten their backs, looking among them before they all look back at me. "Mr. Okawa has been passing the poison to Matsuke to kill my Father and our oyabun"

I stand up, the gun still on my hands as I point at them slowly. The men around the table flinch, looking away as they know how capable I am to kill all of them in a second.

"I do not trust any of you, that is not needed to be said" I explain as I walk around the room. "I am doing this with my own men as you can see. The mere reason I am not killing any of you now is because my husband here thinks it is a bad idea. I am giving you this opportunity to confess where Matsuke is right now because if I find out on my own that any of you have him hidden somewhere, you will wish I would have killed you here right now"

"My men saw him today with a Korean girl" one of the men says. "They were heading into a hotel in the city"

“What do you know about that girl?” I ask but the man, Mr. Satou, just shrugs.

“She might be just one of his whores, no need to dig there” Mr. Satou explains.

Chanyeol walks from his spot at the end of the room, tapping something on his phone. He stops right by the yakuza, showing him the screen before the man calls for his second hand to confirm something. I do not need to know whom Chanyeol is showing to them to guess her identity.

“Raeon, right?” Kris asks. “I told you she was planning something”

“Fucking bitch”

“You know her?” Mr. Satou asks, confused.

“An old friend of mine” Chanyeol walks until he is next to me, his face full of anger. “I’m sorry, babe”

“If she is in, your parents are too” Kris adds as he lights a cigarette. “There is no way she is doing this on her own and we all know how your parents hate her”

“Has anyone seen Mr. Park or any of his men here more than often?” I ask but they all shake their heads. “Focus on that from now on. Learn about his routines, his business, EVERYTHING! I want to know every person he talks to, understood?”

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“This house is beautiful, Akiko”

Father is looking through the huge window in front of his bed, watching the night sky and the moon shining above us. I decided to move him to our own house where he is always guarded and surrounded by Chanyeol’s men. No one knows we own this villa in Japan so he is safe with us. The only food we eat is the one made by Kyungsoo and the doctors that treat him are from Korea, the ones Chanyeol trusts the most. I am not going to let anything happen to him again.

“It’s a present” I explain. “From Chanyeol”

“I’ve seen how he treats you” he starts. “I’m happy you end up with someone who loves you as much as you deserve to be loved”

“It turns out he had a crush on me for years” I laugh softly, stroking my baby bump softly as I am covered with a thick blanket, all cuddled up in a armchair next to his bed. “He saw me when I was training but you told him I was no one”

“Oh… that was a long time ago” I laugh again, feeling how my skin tickles under the fingertips. “If I had known that, we would had played our cards way better”

“That’s what I told him” I turn around to smile at him but he is already looking at me with what I can now recognize are loving eyes. “What?”

“You are pregnant, right?”

The sudden question leaves me shocked. How has he been able to realize that? It is true I have spent most of my days with him but I have been careful. I have not worn revealing or tight clothes that might show my baby bump, I have been careful with my food and I have always excused myself when I felt down. If Chanyeol has not noticed yet and we are sticked to each other, there is no way he has.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him” he chuckles, closing his eyes as he cuddles on his bed. “I never expected to have a grandchild, at least coming from you”

“I… I still don’t know what to do” I confess, looking away to the night sky. “I am not sure if I will be able to do this… I’m not like mom”

“Do you know how I found out?” he asks. “Because you keep touching your belly. When you are taking a nap, when you are nervous, every time you think no one is looking or Chanyeol leaves the room, there you go, just like a magnet”

"I am trying my best to hide it from him…" I whisper. "He would never let me do anything dangerous if he knew"

"But I already think you have decided, even if it is unconsciously" A sigh escapes my lips, letting my head fall back. "Listen, taking care of you has been one of the best things that has ever happened to your mother and I. You have been trained to be the best yakuza out there but your child does not need to do that, you two can even run away and start over somewhere safe"

"I don't know… I'm still want to solve this first before-" I keep quiet as we hear someone knocking on the door and coming in just a few seconds after.

"Hey" Chanyeol greets, coming closer until he sits on the edge of the bed. "How are you doing, Mr. Nakamura?"

"Is that Akiko?" Father asks, his eyes fixed on Chanyeol's tattoo on his arm. He is wearing a sleeveless shirt and some grey sweatpants as it is already bedtime and he has probably come looking for me after his shower.

"Yes, I will always have her on my skin"

“He is crazy” Chanyeol chuckles, walking to me to lean in and peck my forehead.

“Let’s go to bed, you need to rest, babe” Chanyeol picks me up from the armchair, my legs around his waist as he holds me like a child. “Goodnight, Mr. Nakamura”

“Goodnight, Father”

“Rest well you two”

I hug Chanyeol’s body tighter, hiding my face on his neck as I breathe his scent. I can smell his aftershave and perfume on his skin, the ones I am used to that calm me down from the small talk with Father. Do I touch my belly that much? Do I want this baby as much as my body unconsciously does? Chanyeol leaves me on the bed carefully, crawling on top of me to kiss my neck but I push him away softly.

“I need to go to the bathroom first”

Chanyeol gets up from the bed, walking away to the garden. I managed to see his face before he turned and I know he is angry. He had a deep frown on his face and his jaws grit in anger. I have been avoiding him for more than a week. I am afraid he might realize if he sees me naked because the bump is getting bigger as day passes by. No baths or showers together, no sex, no seeing me naked, nothing.

“Chan-”

“Are you going to leave me?” Chanyeol asks, turning around to look at me right into my eyes. “Are you planning on leaving me and staying here in Japan with your clan after all of this finishes?”

“Wh-?”

“Because you are doing everything possible to avoid me!! Carrying you on my arms has been the most we have been together since we came” Chanyeol throws his hands on the air, his voice cracking as he keeps talking. “You are avoiding me all the time! No kisses, no touching, you spend your days with your father and Mackenyu and you seem out of your mind all of the time. If you are planning to leave me to come back here, please tell me but don’t do this to me. It hurts so fucking much”

Chanyeol whispers the last part but I am able to hear him. I have been so busy trying not to be discovered that I did not think how much I have been hurting him. I walk closer to him slowly because I do not want him to run away. I push him down softly by his neck with one hand, pressing his lips with mine a couple of times to calm him down.

“I am never leaving you” I whisper against his lips, our gazes locked. “If I have been acting strange is because I am scared, Chanyeol, I have never been this scared”

I take his hands to place them on the baby bump in my belly. I am not sure when I started crying but I need to blink a few times to see his face and watch his reaction.

“I’m pregnant”

“What?” His eyes open wide but a small smile creeps up his face. His hands quickly find their way under my clothes, electricity running my skin as I feel his fingertips. “But the pills…”

“I don’t know… I just know I am pregnant” Chanyeol kneels in front of me, giving kisses all over my belly as he laughs. I wipe the tears away, smiling as I see him touch me and kiss me all over.

“Hello, baby, this is your Father here” Chanyeol speaks directly to my belly, giving some kisses as he holds me by my hips to stay there. “I will take good care of mom and you from now on, okay?”

Chanyeol stands up and picks me up from the floor, our lips locked together as he walks to the bed. He leaves me on the bed carefully, leaning down to peck my baby bump under the tshirt.

"I understand so many things now" he whispers. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I know you are not going to let me do a damn thing now" Chanyeol chuckles, taking my shorts and underwear off playfully. "You don't even asks me before undressing me"

"Let me see you in all your naked pregnant glory"

I roll my eyes but I let him do.

I am aware of how my body has changed now. My chest is now bulkier, a size bigger than before since they are squeezed in the bra now. My hips are wider than before and what used to be my very flat stomach shows the bump where our baby is now. Chanyeol is kneeling between my legs, his hands slowly caressing my whole body as he smiles.

I thought I had already registered all of Chanyeol's emotions and how their eyes express them but this one is new. His eyes are shining so bright, so much love and anticipation, desire even. He suddenly covers his face with his hands, groaning and letting his head fall back.

"Have you been to the doctor?" He asks, still hiding behind his hands. "Have you seen our baby?"

"Not yet" I pull his hands away, finding some tears on his cheeks. "Baby, don't cry"

"It's just…" Chanyeol wipes his tears with his arms, sobbing quietly. "I'm overwhelmed… and I can't stop thinking how scared you have been and all I thought you were going to leave me… and all those times you told me you don't want this but you now are so happy and I am happy and confused and…"

"Baby" Chanyeol stops blabbering, hiccupping like a child with his eyes bloodshot red and cheeks full of tears. "I love you, and seeing you like this is enough to let me know I want to have this baby so now calm down and cuddle me"

"I promise you I am going to be the best husband and best dad ever" Chanyeol takes his tshirt off, still sniffing. I laugh softly, amazed by the image of the dangerous mafia leader crying like a five years-old child. "Once all this finishes, let’s run away where no one knows us, okay?”

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"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DO THAT ALONE!!"

"I HAVE DONE IT MANY TIMES BEFORE! I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING!!"

"I SAID NO!"

I cross my arms on my chest, looking straight into his eyes as we both shout to each other. The whole room is in silence, Kai and Baekhyun used to our arguing but I can feel Mackenyu completely alert behind me, his hand on his gun.

"I don't care, that is the best solution" Chanyeol growls with my words, hitting the table with both of his fists.

"I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU GO BERSERKER SO YOU GET YOURSELF AND OUR BABY KILLED!!" the whole room gasps in surprise with Chanyeol words, my hand right into my belly as he talks.

"You are pregnant?" Baekhyun asks.

"THAT'S WHY I DID NOT WANT TO TELL YOU!!" I shout back at him. "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO LET ME DO A DAMN THING!!!"

"YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT EXCEPT THAT!" We keep looking into each other's eyes, both of us full of anger as now everyone knows I am pregnant and he is not going to let me follow the best plan. "Listen…"

"Akiko, there is something for you"

I turn to the man, taking the envelope from his hands to focus on something that is not punching his face. I take the pictures, my hands shaking as I watch Chanyeol, my husband, talking to that bitch. He is wearing the same clothes he is wearing right now, our wedding ring on his hand and…

I need to rest my body on the wall, feeling breathless when I see a picture of them kissing. Kissing. They are fucking kissing, Chanyeol's hand on her face, the ring on his finger.

What the hell is this…?

"What's wrong?"

"Don't touch me" I growl, glaring at Mackenyu as he has stood up to help me stand. I look at Chanyeol, who looks confused, like he has not been cheating on me with the whore.

"Akiko? What's that?"

I have no control of my own body. I walk straight to him, slapping his face with all of my strength. He groans, reaching for his face as I know it hurts like hell. I try to hide my tears but it is impossible, waterfalls that blur my sight run down my cheeks.

"Did you have fun this morning seeing her?" I ask, throwing the pictures at his face. "Did you two laugh about how you got me all in love and pregnant? Do you really hate me that much?"

"Akiko, this is not what you think this is"

I take the blade from my thigh, the knife right on his neck as I push him until he hits a wall. I try to hold my tears but it is impossible, my vision blurred as I fight the urge to slice his throat right in this moment.

"This is not what you think this is, Aki" he starts, raising his hands in defeat. "She told me Matsuke's plan was getting out of hand and he wanted to talk so I went there to talk"

"You fucking kissed her!" I whisper between sobs, pushing the knife harder against his skin. "Explain that"

"I placed a locator on her bag, babe"

"Don't call me like that in your fucking life"

The cute nickname I have always loved to hear makes me want to throw up right now. I walk away from him, trying to gulp down the lump of my throat. I cannot believe this is happening.

"Aki…"

I throw the knife back at him but I miss my target. I know I have not really aimed to his head but I would not have minded right now.

"Calm down, Aki, this is a setup" Chanyeol keeps talking as he walks closer but I step back to keep the distance. "How many times do I have to tell you that I love you? And the baby now… Our baby"

"My baby" I correct him, placing the hand on my tummy.

"I know you are pregnant and full of hormones but you are more intelligent than this" I slap him again, making him groan in pain. "Okay, I deserve that"

"I'll come back once I have decided if I should kill you or not"

I turn around, running away from them as fast as I can do I can get my bike and breathe.

I cannot believe this.

A setup? The Chanyeol I know would have told me so we could have tortured her until she confesses everything and we capture Matsuke. Why did he had to go alone? Why did he had to kiss her? Why did he lie?

I drive without a destiny, just feeling the speed and the cold air of the night numbing my body. I do not want to think about him, about this whole situation right now.

Should I come back and believe in him? Does he love me as much as he claims to say? Does he want me and our baby? What if he has been lying to me all this time? Wait! Father and Mackenyu are in the house surrounded by them! I cannot leave them alone unprotected!

A bright light that appears out of nowhere in the middle of the dark road blinds me, making me stumble on the bike. I try to gain control but a harsh bump on the side makes me fly from the bike. The crash hurts like hell, making me roll on the side of the road dozens of times until I finally stop.

"Fuck…"

I groan in pain, reaching for my right shoulder that has probably dislocated from its place. My ankle hurts too, twisted painfully but there are no bigger injuries considering how fast I was driving.

"Fucking fuck!" I see stars when I place my shoulders where it belongs, shouting in pain. I need to drive back to the house and I cannot do it with a dislocated shoulder. "My fucking luck"

"Nakamura Akiko?" I look up at the men in front of me, cursing myself as I recognize their faces. "You are coming with us whether you want or not"

"What if I don't want to?" I point my gun at one of them even though I am in a clearly disadvantage when six huge men are surrounding me.

"Not our problem"

Author's note: 

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He was taught not to feel, to hide his doubts under layers of abuse and pain from his own parents.

His days passed by learning martial arts, being beaten up once and again to learn how to kill, mastering every weapon until his parents decided he was old enough to kill for the first time. 

He was only seven when he killed his first man. He is never going to forget how the man screamed for his life, tied on the floor and even held down by his father's men. He sliced his neck, looking straight into his eyes as he watched the men choke on blood, life escaping from his eyes until they were empty. 

Chanyeol did not sleep for days. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the man begging, bleeding to death because of what he did. 

His father found out why he was not training as hard as he was before, why he was not the Chanyeol he was training him to be. 

Whips, blood and screams. 

Chanyeol spent a whole week tidied up to a wall, no water or food for him but a lot of time to think about his own survival. 

He was left there, his back bleeding, naked, in complete dark. He knew this was his father's worst punishment but also a test.

He did not want to be the man begging for his life. He did not want to die tied up and his throat open. He did not want to die. He wanted to kill those who tried to get in his way. He wanted to live in expensive houses and drive luxury cars; he wanted to have the best life. He wanted freedom. And for that, he needed to be a demon. He needed to kill without regrets. He needed to be the most powerful man on Earth. 

And only then, he would kill his father. 

That was what freedom meant. 

Park Chanyeol came out of that zulo with a purpose, determined to do what he was told to achieve his goal. 

There were dozens of lives taken and cero regrets. 

He even found it comforting to kill someone. He outlived one more person, he was a kill closer to murder his father, and he was achieving his goal with each person he killed. He was mastering on the art of murder, getting ready for his last victim. 

He found out his father had more tests prepared for him and his loyalty and Chanyeol was delighted to do them. Earning his father's trust would make everything easier. 

Then he met Kyungsoo. 

He was ten years old at that time. His father's men had beaten him up badly, he was sure he had his ribs broken, and left on the streets with the only premise of coming back home with the hand of a dead man. He could not even remember seeing them disappear before falling unconscious on the middle of a dark alley.  

When he woke up two days later, he stood up and looked for a weapon he could use to kill a man but his body ached to the point it was painful to breath. 

He was lucky he found a boy sleeping not far from where he was. He did not want to kill a boy but it he needed to. He needed to go back and keep training to achieve his goal. He raised his hand, a thick rock on his hand to help himself to knock him out and break his head but the boy suddenly opened his eyes. 

Chanyeol saw the same scared eyes of the first man he killed.

He stepped back and dropped the rock, falling on his butt as he felt his body giving up. 

Kyungsoo was the first person to show him kindness. 

Kyungsoo was as broken as he was in his own ways but he was still kind, he still had hope in humankind when Chanyeol had lost it. Kyungsoo had close to nothing but he still shared it with him. After taking some hours of rest, water and some disgusting food he had probably found in the trash, Chanyeol decided to leave and look for another pray. 

He appeared back at home a day later, with the hand of a homeless man he found already dead on an alley. No one needed to know he did not kill him himself. 

He could feel how proud his father was that he survived. He was so proud he granted him a wish for his hard work. 

Kyungsoo. 

He told his dad he wanted to have his personal house cleaner and he knew exactly whom he wanted. 

Kyungsoo was the connection he needed with real world not to lose his mind in this nightmare. 

For once in his life, his father did something food for him. 

---

"You are free to go now. You are free to live your own life"

Kyungsoo had laughed at those words the moment Chanyeol said them. 

"You would not be able to survive without me, gangster" 

That was true.  

For the past eight years, Kyungsoo had been Chanyeol's best friend. No. He was more than that. The cook was the stability the gangster needed in order not to go Berserker. 

He saw how humankind could be kind, could be humble, innocent and selfless. Kyungsoo was the person he needed to remind himself how the Park Chanyeol everyone knows was only temporary until he killed his own father.

Then he could be whoever he wanted to be. 

He never expected in his whole life to become the dad of two teenagers. Kim Jongin and Byun Baekhyun came into his life unexpectedly. He admired how brave Baekhyun was to defend his own brother, how he did not hesitate to put himself in front of the gun and almost press the trigger. 

The two kids reminded him of Kyungsoo when he met him and his heart broke a little. They were stealing to eat, to survive. He understood what survival means and he was not going to punish them. 

The gangster took the two kids home, like he took Kyungsoo almost ten years ago and he offered them a life. A life of murder and illegal jobs but a better than their own death. He did not trust his father's men after everything that had happened during his own life so he took Baekhyun as his second hand. The teenager was willing to do anything he was asked to, he was loyal and strong; his mind could easily pull out a good plan or business. 

Sooner than he expected, he had the siblings living under his roof, bringing light into his house. He started experiencing different feelings of what he was used to. His home was full of laughter, of jokes, of love. 

Chanyeol found himself admiring the people he lived with, he knew he would give his life for any of them if needed. 

What shocked him the most was the relationship between Jongin and Kyungsoo. He saw them falling in love. He noticed their smiles, their knowing looks, their cuddles and their kisses. He wondered how love was like. 

He knew sex. He started having sex when his father hired a hooker for him for his sixteen birthday. He was not even that interested in sex, it was pure need of release stress but he was fascinated by the way they felt. 

Would he be able to feel love? Would he be able to feel more than his desire of vengeance?

Probably not. 

And then, he saw Akiko. 

Well, he saw the unknown girl. 

He was fascinated by the black-haired girl who was fighting with five guys as big as himself. He was not paying attention to the meeting, his eyes were fixed on the way she moved, on how she fought expertly and knocked them over like the men were not huge. 

"Who is she?" he asked. 

"No one" 

His eyes were still fixed on the girl when she looked up at him. Did she see him staring? He could not get himself to look away, not even when the she through a knife right into his direction but got stuck on the window. She glared. She glared at him hard before she left into the woods and disappeared. Chanyeol wanted to follow her, ask her who she was but he had to stay locked on that office. 

He did not managed to see her again that day, his eyes scanning every corner of the house as he left but she was nowhere in sight.

If it was not for Mr. Nakamura reaction to his words, he would have thought he had imagined her. 

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“Do you know who that girl living with the Nakamura is?” 

Chanyeol could not stop thinking about her. 

She appeared on his dreams, fighting against him, pinning him down on the floor and then smiling at him. Would her smile look as beautiful in real life as it would be on his dreams? It has been a couple of years since he saw her, but his dreams only got recurrent. He tried to brush it off, keep his thought for himself but he was starting to get crazy. Chanyeol tried looking for information about the girl but there was none. Anyone knew about her existence. If it was no for Mr. Nakamura’s face that day, he would have thought he was insane. 

“Kind of” 

He felt his heart beating at his ears with his words. The Chinese Butcher had become one of his best friends. They were around the same age, with parents who abused them and they shared the same liking to ending lives. Their friendship grew closer with their deals and missions together so it was not strange to see them together more than what they should. They shared the desire of vengeance and they were going to help each other to achieve it. 

“There are many yakuza leaders disappearing lately and I think it has to do with the Nakamura” The Chinese explains as he looks at his poker cards. “The only thing people know about her is that she is a very young woman. The Kunoichi they call her” 

Chanyeol threw the cards on the table, his mind out of the game since the beginning of the round. He was sure the girl was the Kunoichi. He has seen her fight, he has seen her eyes and stare and he was sure only a girl like that would be able to end the lives of the Yakuza that easily. 

“What’s with that?” 

“I know her, I’ve seen her” Chanyeol finally confess, sipping from his whiskey. “It was long ago in Japan but I would recognize her”

“I have a picture” Kris smirks, looking for something on his jacket. “I actually got it for you since you have always been so interested on her” 

“What are you talking about?” Chanyeol asked, his brows in a thin line as he watched the Chinese look for the picture inside his jacket. 

“Do you think I am stupid or what?” he asked but Chanyeol decided not to answer. 

She is even more beautiful that what he remembered. The picture was taken as she was sitting on a huge black and red motorbike. Her milky thighs were exposed, hugging the vehicle beautiful as she was talking with someone next to her. She was wearing a leather jacket, her black locks falling everywhere but her face. Chanyeol was breathless for a second, touching the picture softly as he traced her legs. He was sure there was no creature as beautiful as she was. Her red plump lips, her fierce eyes, the way she looked dangerous even doing nothing.

“I guess by your expression that the girl you saw that day and the Kunoichi are the same person”

“Can I keep this?”

"As I said earlier, this is for you" Yifan drank from his whiskey, trying to hide his smile. "So you can feed your crush"

Beautiful…

Stunning…

A goddess...

“So this is the famous picture” 

Chanyeol jumps from his chair, scared about the sudden voice behind him. He will never get used to the way his wife manages to sneak around without him noticing. The picture soon disappears from his hands before he can hide it on his drawer but he decides it is better not to fight against her now. He decides to pull her wife on top of him, to make her sit on his lap to at least have her closer to him. 

“If I knew you had a crush on me I would have had so much fun teasing you” Chanyeol chuckles, hiding his face on her neck to leave a trail of kisses down to her shoulders. 

“Teasing me?” he asks. “You would have fallen for me eventually. We are connected to each other, we are soulmates"

"You are getting so damn cheesy" Chanyeol chuckles against her neck but she pulls away, back on her feet as she walks to the balcony. He decides to follow, watching from there how she jumps to the garden to resume her training with Zitian. 

His eyes cannot leave her frame as she moves.

Chanyeol remembers the second time he saw her in person. 

A little bit over four years had passed since the first time he landed his eyes on her. The glow up was obvious. The black dress hugged her curves beautifully, revealing how toned her legs were, her black hair long to his hips, her lips red and eyes shining brightly in anticipation. 

When the offer of marrying the Kunoichi in exchanged of protection came, he almost shouted in happiness but he managed not to look desperate as he agreed. 

Having her on his arms the first night, fighting with her, kissing her felt like a dream. He wanted to think it was lust but no. 

He was falling, falling really hard for Akiko. 

Chanyeol feels complete now. The Kunoichi is everything he has ever wanted but he did not know. 

He would leave everything behind for her. 

He would give his life for her. 

Akiko is his everything. 

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"Why are we here?" I groan in annoyance, looking out of the window to the streets I already know by heart. 

"Because I have a surprise waiting for you" 

When Chanyeol told me we were flying to Japan I completely disliked the idea. I still manage some of my own business from Korea but coming back after what happened with Father has been difficult. I no longer feel like I am at home, I feel out of place here but Chanyeol insisted in coming or he would take my weapons away. Just like a little kid with no other options, I had to accept. 

I am afraid he is taking me back to talk with Father because I am not ready to see him even after almost six months since what happened. I am not ready to see how he has probably aged another decade in the past months since the Park's New Year's party. 

However, the car is not following the route to my old house but taking just the opposite direction. The car stops in front of large iron doors that start to open slowly. I know this is an exclusive area in which luxury villas are located for people too rich to live with the rest of the world. Who are we seeing?

The doors open slowly, revealing a huge traditional Japanese house at the end of the way. I step out of the car before it starts moving again, looking everywhere as I am stunned by the property. 

"Akiko" Chanyeol calls for my name as he lets the car go to the front of the house. "This is for you" 

"What?" 

I try to digest the views around me. It is beautiful. Everything is green around us: pond full of koi fish on our right and a cute place to have tea on the other side of the garden under the shadow of a huge tree. I walk to the main house slowly, taking the sight around me before I open the main door. 

"This is ours, baby girl" Chanyeol whispers, his arms around my waist as he rests his head on my shoulders. "Happy anniversary" 

"Is this really for us?" I ask, looking everywhere in the house. 

"Yeah, every time we come here we will have our home" Chanyeol explains, following me around the property. "You are Japanese after all and this is your home too" 

"This is just amazing, babe" 

The house combines Japanese traditional style with all the modern facilities of today. From the living to our bedroom, everything is perfect. I would have not done it better but Chanyeol always knows exactly what to do. 

"I… my present for you is so lame compared to this" I whisper, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. 

"What present?" He asks, his brows on a thin line. 

I take my top off, revealing a black lace bra that makes him bite his lower lip but I guide his hand to my ribs. His fingers brush my skin softly, noticing the slight bump on the skin before he looks closer. Chanyeol gasps in surprise when he sees the tattoo, a shocked expression on his face. 

"Baby?" He asks but I only smile at him. 

"I did not know what I could give to someone who has everything with just a snap of his fingers so I thought it would be a good idea to give you a proof of my feelings since I know I am a bitch sometimes" I explain, too embarrassed to look at him right now. "But this only makes sense if you get a matching one" 

"Did you get it done this morning before coming?" He asks as I nod slowly. "I would get mine once we come back" 

"Really?" Chanyeol nods, a beautiful smile on his face as I feel relieved with his reaction. 

The tattoo is small, his name in Korean tattooed on my ribs. It is simple but cute, the perfect demonstration of my commitment to him. Chanyeol leans in closer until he gives a small peck to the skin that is still bruised. 

"What should I get then?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Something like this?" 

My jaw falls open when I see the tattoo on his bicep.

That is me. 

I can recognize myself on his skin. 

It is my side profile, wearing a flower-pattern yukata with a katana right in front of my face, aligned with my lips and nose. The hair is falling everywhere, cherry flower petals around me  and the Kunoichi symbol on the handle of the katana. 

"Why do you have to be so…?" He chuckles, stroking my thighs slowly. "I did nothing compared to what you did for me…"

"Don't compare, baby" he whispers, giving kisses along my shoulders. "You wrote my own name on your skin forever" 

"I know but you have my face on you!" He chuckles again, making me look right into his eyes. 

"Who says it is you?" He teases. "Shut up and enjoy our first anniversary" 

"After this, you cannot do a damn thing for like five years" Chanyeol throws me into the bed, almost knocking me over with the headboard. 

"Let me fuck your cute little ass and we are even"

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 CHAPTERS HERE

YAZUKAS:

Nakamura Akiko (24): wakagashira del clan yakuza Yamaguchi-gumi. Adopted by the oyabun when she was ten and trained by him - like a real daughter. Real parents are Korean so her real given name is Kim Jieun but she hates everything it has to do with SK even though it comes handy at times. Mixed martial arts expert, known as The Kunoichi as she is known for doing individual missions and killing without noticing.

Nakamura Keisuke (67): oyabun of the Yamaguchi-gumi. He found Akiko on the street, being sold by her own parents and decided to take her and train her to be her second hand and a mortal weapon. Loves her and treats her like her real daughter.

Nakamura Matsuke (35): oyabun’s real son. He wants Akiko’s position in the clan so he has tries to kill her several times without success. Akiko has always kept his tries for herself because she does not want to upset dad even though her patience is soon going to end. He suggests the arrange married.

Mackenyu (19): Akiko’s assistant. She took him from the streets three years ago and is always besides her. He looks soft but his hands are always ready to defend his boss when needed. Calls her onesan.

 JOPOK:

Park Chanyeol (32): leader of the most important mafia gang in SK. Takes everything he wants without asking and Akiko is his target.

Byun Baekhyun (28): Chanyeol’s right hand. He is always besides him and knows every little detail about his leader. He lives in the villa with the rest of the important people of the gang. He stops Chanyeol’s impulses but he is the man that kills quick and without notice.

Kim Jongin (25): Chanyeol’s second hand. As Baekhyun, he is always next to Chanyeol even though he does not get involved as much as him. Jongin is the best spy on the gang, he informs about everything around Korea.

Do Kyungsoo (35): cook of the villa. He knows he works for the mafia but he does not know what exactly goes on in there. Crushing in Jongin since forever. The only soul in the house who is willing to help and listen to Akiko.

WARNINGS:

Chanyeol is aware of the looks his wife is gaining from the males in the room. The mafia lord raises his chest proudly, walking hand in hand with the impressive Yakuza everyone craves for. He is already used to the hungry stares of the males every time they come in anywhere but he has never been jealous about it. He knows Akiko loves him, he knows she is his and no one would survive touching the Kunoichi without her permission. Chanyeol has come to think she might release some pheromones because the effect she has on males is not normal, even Aphrodite herself would envy her looks.

The long red velvet dress lazily hugs her curves, showing one of her smooth legs as she walks. Chanyeol has learnt she only wears long dresses if they have a slit long enough to let her move and get a hold of the blade that always adorns her thigh. He was impressed when she explained to him the first time, wanting to take advantage of the slit and fuck her with the dress on before leaving but Kyungsoo was already whining for them to leave as they were late for the dinner party.

Diamonds.

Chanyeol is a sucker for how beautiful they look wrapped around Akiko's neck like a choker. He loves how they make her glow, how they attract him directly to her neck to bite down as he fucks her tight pussy into oblivion. And do not even get started on the low neckline that does not leave much to the imagination, the thin straps of the dress that he could easily break and leave her naked in a mere second.

He chose the dress well but he is going to get hard if he keeps thinking of ways of fucking Akiko with the revealing dress on. He knows for sure it is one of his favorites.

Chanyeol takes a couple of champagne glasses from the tray one of the waiters carries, trying to get the dress out of his mind but he coughs when he sees the love-struck look the man is giving his wife. When the waiter snaps, his eyes open wide as he recognizes the mafia lord, leaving as soon as Chanyeol takes the glasses.

"You scared the poor thing" Akiko chuckles, sipping from her drink. "He has never seen a goddess up close"

"Someone feels herself more than usual" Chanyeol slips a hand behind her back, rubbing the skin as the said dress leaves her whole back naked, only covered by the thin straps Chanyeol wants- no, needs to break.

"Well, someone has been drooling all the way from home because of me so..." Chanyeol chuckles, pulling her even closer to lean on her ear.

"I have already thought of a millions ways I want to fuck you with that dress on" Chanyeol whispers. "I'm starting to get hard"

"Well, you can start now" Chanyeol frowns when he sees how the Kunoichi hands him a little black device but he recognizes it immediately. He smirks as he turns on the first level as he keeps it on his pocket, watching how his wife bites her lower lip when the vibrations start.

"You are a naughty baby girl," Chanyeol whispers, his hand brushing her tummy to feel the vibrations.

"I wanted to surprise you" Chanyeol smirks, reaching for the remote but he stops when he hears a voice behind him.

"I was afraid you would not make it on time"

Chanyeol knows the voice too well, he has been hearing during his whole life even though he detests it. The woman behind him is wearing his best clothes and jewelry, overly dressed up for his taste but his mother has always been too extra, driven by her desire to show off her wealth. This New Year's Eve party is nothing more than a demonstration of the opulence in which they normally live in. There are candles everywhere, Greek-like statues that do not fool anyone and golden decorations that look cheap despite costing more of his value. The house looks as extravagant and tacky as she does.

"I wouldn't miss my mother's favorite party," the man says with a fake smile, bowing slightly to the woman.

"Well, you two already missed my Christmas party" the smile on the woman's face clearly shows her intentions, glancing among the couple. Chanyeol pulls Akiko closer by her waist, a smirk on his face as he does so.

"We spend our Christmas abroad" Akiko starts, making herself comfortable in Chanyeol's embrace. "Trying to give my lovely mother-in-law some cute grandchildren"

The woman's face changes with her words. The fake smile that was adorning her face has disappeared into a horrified expression. Chanyeol kisses his wife's head, knowing he is going to piss her mother off even more with his actions. The mafia lord enjoys watching Akiko making her mother angry; he loves how shamelessly she treats the ones she hates even if it means putting herself in danger.

Chanyeol loves Akiko, he would give his own life for her; and he is sure Akiko loves him even though she has never said it directly to him. Her actions are enough to show him how much he means to her and that is okay.

For now.

"Don't you dare get pregnant," The woman warns Akiko, her hands trembling in anger. "Don't fucking do it or…"

"Or what?" Akiko asks with a cocky smile. "After what we did, I highly doubt there is not a baby already"

Mrs. Park throws the glass to the floor, her whole face red in anger. The room falls silent, everyone looking at the three. Chanyeol looks around for a second before he calls for a waiter to clean the mess his mother has created.

"Be careful, mother, you might get yourself hurt" Two waiters come in a hurry, cleaning the floor as Chanyeol orders them what they need to do. The looks the women exchange are enough for everyone to understand what is going on and how much they hate each other. Mrs. Park seems to snap out of her thoughts and she shakes her head slightly, realizing what has happened.

"Enjoy the night" Mrs. Park leaves the couple, followed by many eyes and a couple of ladies that do not leave her side.

"She was even angrier than last time," Chanyeol whispers before he kisses Akiko on the head.

"If your husband's mother hates you, telling her you are pregnant is the best thing you can do to make her crazy" Akiko drinks from her glass, feeling Chanyeol hands going from her waist to her ass.

"The day I really get you pregnant…" Chanyeol licks his lips, checking out his wife as he remembers the scenes of what happened back at the house lost in the snowed woods merely a week ago.

"That's not going to happen anytime soon but I gladly invite you to keep trying" Chanyeol lifts her face by her chin, catching her lips with his in a lustful kiss as he levels up the vibrator inside of her. Chanyeol smirks as he feels her biting down on his own lips, hands on his jacket for some support.

"Will you two keep your mouth for each other like two seconds?" Akiko breaks the kiss when he hears the voice of the Chinese Butcher, smiling at him as she snuggles closer to his husband. "What did you tell Mama Park? I just came from the bathroom and was breaking things and shouting in the kitchen"

"Akiko told her she is pregnant, which is not true, just to make her mad" The men start laughing, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Well, just to let you know, your old clan is here" Chanyeol notices how she tenses with the Chinese words, drinking nervously the whole glass. "And that includes your brother"

"Well, let's forget about it and get drunk" Baekhyun says, looking at Chanyeol as they talk without words. "Come on"

Chanyeol is surrounded by what he considers his family. Kyungsoo and Jongin are missing but they wanted to spend their night at home being cozy. He envies them. He wants to just have some pizza curled up in blankets and have some good rounds of sex, just as they spent their Christmas Day. He wants to go back to that little house, to that moment in the Jacuzzi where they could not get enough of each other.

He suddenly remembers the remote on his pocket, a smirk on his face as he levels to the third position. He knows the vibrator like the palm of his hand. He has used the purple shaped like egg several times to make her crazy but never in public. If she placed the egg correctly, the sixth level is going to make her squirt all over but he does not want that, not until he can get a taste.

The chat their friends are holding is no longer interesting as he watches his wife. Her body has tensed up a little, her eyes closed as she opens her mouth enough to let out a sigh. No one has realized it so far so he decides to push her a little more, taking the device up to the fourth level.

"Excuse me a second"

Chanyeol smirks when he sees how Akiko opens her eyes wide with his words, panicking for a few seconds as she is left alone with the men as he takes his leave. He is just going to get a whiskey and look at her wife from the distance, checking if she can hold a new level without him there to cling over.

He forgets the bitter taste of the alcohol as he watches from afar, enjoying the show. He thanks god the jacket covers his crotch because he is already half hard, watching how the Kunoichi moves her hips on the chair, slowly, feeling herself as she holds into the tablet cloth that falls from the side. He watches her take her phone, her hips still moving beautifully as he wishes she were riding his cock and not that chair. Chanyeol takes his phone too, a message on the screen from the Yakuza that he is sure she has just typed.

'I'm going crazy'

Chanyeol smirks, taking it to the highest level now. Akiko slaps the table, making everyone look at her in confusion but she just apologizes and tries to get the attention away from her. Chanyeol laughs, enjoying the show, licking his lips as the way her body is trembling in pleasure.

'Please, please, turn it off for a while, please'

Chanyeol decides to give in, leaving it on the lowest level for a while since he knows she is already sensitive and would react to it as if it was the third level. They should do this more often.

'This is only a little break since you took it so well, baby girl'

When Chanyeol goes back to his seat next to his wife, she leans on his shoulder, taking his hand to her lap. She knows no one is really going to see where she is going to guide him to but she looks around anyway. Chanyeol's fingers soon find her inner wet thighs, coated on her slick that is running down her legs.

"Fuck" the mafia lord breathes, feeling his own cock throbbing on his trousers. He looks down at her wife, watching her red cheeks and some drops of sweat on her neck and back. He needs to look away for a second, knowing he is going to give in to the look her wife is giving him. “And you haven't squirted yet"

"Chanyeol…"

"What are you two talking about so secretly?" Kris asks, snapping both of them out of their world.

"None of your business" the mafia lord is quick to answer. "You don't need to know everything, gossip girl"

“They are probably just talking about sex,” Baekhyun mumbles but the whole table is able to hear him

“Shut up” Chanyeol chuckles when everyone laughs but the truth is Baekhyun is not wrong.

The mafia lord squeezes her thigh softly, trying to distract her from the increase of the speed but the way she digs her nails on his arm lets him know how sensitive she is.

“Akiko” Chanyeol looks up to the man standing next to him, a frown on his face when he sees how Mackenyu is looking at his wife. He decides to turn off the device when she stands up without a word, the younger yakuza following her like a puppy.

“Do you think it is a good idea?” Kris asks him but he nods, watching them leave to the garden.

“She knows what she is doing”

Chanyeol looks around the room for a couple of times before he notices the man he hates the most right now going up the stairs to the bathroom. He sees his opportunity now, with Akiko out of sight and Matsuke leaving alone.

“Baekhyun”

The man does not need to know anything more to follow his leader. Chanyeol runs upstairs, followed by his right hand as he watches Matsuke about to enter the bathroom. He notices the black glove on his right hand, covering his now fingerless hand that is probably recovering from the amputation. The Yakuza has not noticed the presence behind him so he is startled when he gets pushed inside the bathroom. Chanyeol grabs him by his neck, pushing him against the wall with his hands around his neck, choking him.

"Listen to me, asshole" Chanyeol starts as Baekhyun translates for him. "I did not kill you back at my house because Akiko wanted to do it herself but if I ever see you or one of your men breathing near my wife I swear I'm going to torture you to the point where you are going to beg me to kill you"

"There are more people in this than just myself" Matsuke manages to say, his voice cracked as Chanyeol tightens the grip around his neck. "You could kill me but that does not mean she is safe"

"Who is working with you?" Matsuke laughs, coughing as he struggles for freedom.

"Think about how many people want her dead" Chanyeol throws a punch to the man's jawline, releasing him until he falls to the floor.

"If I see you even looking on her direction, you are dead"

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“We haven’t talked since… you know” I light up the cigarette Mackenyu has offered me, closing my eyes when I feel the smoke filling my lungs, calming my body.

“Aren’t you going to get killed if they see you talking to me?” I ask him but he shakes his head. “Then talk, tell me how wrong I am for taking Chanyeol’s side”

“I am worried about Father" Mackenyu finally speaks after a long silence. "He is lost since you left"

"I did not leave, I was sold to him," I decide to interrupt him.

"The thing is there is a war within the clan," he explains. "Half of the council agrees with the decision of leaving you out because Matsuke has bribed them but the other half stills wants you as Father's successor. I'm afraid he might end up dead if you don't come back"

"He kicked me out when I have done nothing but protect our clan! If he wants me back, he needs to ask me himself" Mackenyu sighs, dropping the cigar before he steps on it. "Listen, Yu, Father saved my life, I know that, I owe him that but I have done nothing more than work and protect him, and when I find someone I really like that he himself sold me to, he says I am slut, that I am nothing more than a whore."

"Father was angry and he said lots of mean things but he still has that picture of you and Mother on his wallet" Mackenyu talks after a long silence, looking straight into my eyes. "He loves you more than anything, Oneechan, and he needs your help"

"If Father has taught me anything is that I have to stick to my words so if he needs help, he needs to apologize first" Mackenyu shakes his head, a glint of sadness on his eyes. "What do you think he is going to do if I tell him he has my help if he needs it? He is going to push me away even harder, you should know that"

I do not want to look at him as he leaves the balcony. It is freezing outside, the heavy winter falling on my naked skin but I need a minute before I walk in and pretend nothing happened. As I give the last smoke to my cigar, I walk closer to one of the stoves placed on the side, looking at the huge garden in front of me that reminds me of my old home in Japan.

I do not miss it.

Anger still fills my heart after what Father told me that night. I have served him for most of my life, I have protected him from everything that has come on his way and he was the only man I have ever trusted. But that night he showed his true colors simply because I fell in love with the guy he sold me to himself. I forgave him when he gave me away to another man like my parents used to because I knew the clan is in danger but nothing seems to be enough.

He still keeps the picture on his wallet…

I am worried about him.

I cannot lie to myself.

Father has been the first thing I spotted when we entered the room. It has been merely a month since we saw each other but it looks like years have passed instead. Father uses a stick to help himself to walk, to even stay up. The features that once belonged to a handsome Yakuza are no longer on his face but a wrinkled grey-haired man has taken his place. He is ill. I am sure there is something more behind the stress of running a broken clan that is constantly assaulted by other powerful clans in Japan. The situation is starting to be dangerous, even more than when Chanyeol took his protection from them.

"You are going to freeze here" A huge pair of arms that I know very well hug my body, pulling me even closer to the big stove as he rubs the naked skin. Chanyeol does not talk; he only back-hugs me, giving some kisses to my shoulders and neck.

"Would I be crazy if I help Father after everything he said to me?" I ask him but he shakes his head, nuzzling his nose on my neck softly. "I don't think he will ask me for help though but Yuyu insisted"

"Mackenyu has already asked so that's a start" I nod softly, cuddling closer to him as he pecks my cheek. "Whatever you decide, I will support you"

I close my eyes, holding his hands but I feel how his knuckles are a little bit swollen. I look at them, realizing some scratches on his right hand were not there an hour ago. He has clearly punched someone on the face so I turn around to look at him and check for wounds but there is nothing on his face.

"I'm okay," he whispers with a smile. "I just had some business to resolve"

"Who was the lucky guy?" I kiss his swollen knuckles softly, caressing his hand as I look at his eyes. I do not really need words to know the name he is about to say, the simple look on his face makes me understand who he is referring to. "I wish I could have seen that"

"God, I love you so much," I laugh softly at his words but his lips are soon covering mine in a heated kiss. I hug his neck, pulling him down to feel him closer but I grab his hair when I feel the device back at work inside me. I moan into the kiss, trying to focus on anything else but the vibrations that turn my legs into jelly.

When I thought about the little surprise, I never knew it was going to be so difficult to hold back. We have used the vibrating egg several times before but I thought it wrecked me that bad because of the overstimulation during our long sex session but now I see I was wrong. Besides, the plug on my ass also shakes with the power of the egg, making me weak to my knees.

"I'm sure you are going to be so wet later," he whispers, his husky voice sending shivers. "Fuck, I want to fuck your ass tonight because you have been such a naughty girl"

Without a word, I take Chanyeol's hand as I look at his face looking for a reaction. I guide him to my back under the dress, making him feel the jewelry at the end of the plug. He smirks, poking it a couple of times to push it even deeper.

"Could you be even more perfect?" He asks, still playing with the plug. "I'm going to wreck you tonight, babe, you'll see"

"Park Chanyeol, long time no see" I do not recognize the voice of the woman but Chanyeol's body tenses for a second. He turns around, his hand still around my waist as he pulls me closer.

"Babe, this is Hwang Raeon, an old friend" I can see the emphasis on the word babe, the grip on his hand tightening around me.

The woman standing in front of us looks like a model. She has long blonde hair, a black dress that hugs her curves beautifully and a look on her face that says it all: she has been with Chanyeol, she has been his lover. If she wants to make a competition out of it, I am not going to give it to her.

"You have probably already heard of her before but she is my wife, Nakamura Akiko, the Kunoichi" Chanyeol introduces me to her. The woman looks at me from head to toe a couple of times, a sly smirk on her face.

"So this is the reason why we stopped fucking" Chanyeol's body tenses with her words but I laugh, making Chanyeol look at me in confusion. "What are you laughing at?"

"You are not worthy of my time" Chanyeol chuckles, kissing the side of my head but my eyes are still glued to the woman in front of us.

"Who do you think you are?" She angrily asks, walking a step closer but I roll my eyes at her.

"You do not want to make her angry, Raeon, you better leave" Chanyeol warns her but she seems to only get angrier, her brows in a deep frown as her chest raises. "I already told you it was over"

"But…"

"No buts"

"I'll go, I'm already tired of this," I tell him as he lets go of my waist.

"No, you stay here" the woman holds my arm, his long fingernails digging on the skin so my instincts act on their own.

I push her against the wall where no one inside can see what I am doing. I have her against the wall, her face pressed on the stone as I twist her arm behind her back. Maybe her presence has affected me; maybe the idea of Chanyeol fucking another girl really railed me up more than I wanted to. I never thought I could be jealous but here I am spinning Chanyeol's ex-lover to a wall.

"Don't you ever touch me, you hear me?" I ask her, twisting her arm. "You don't know who you are messing with"

I let go of her and leave, without looking back at Chanyeol, as I am slightly getting angry with him too. I cannot control these feelings as well as I thought I could. I have nothing to be jealous of but the idea of Chanyeol having sex with another woman makes me full of anger. I hate the idea of him doing the same things he does to me to other girls, I hate to imagine him cuddling after sex, taking care of the other woman as he takes care of me.

"I see you have met Raeon" the mere name makes my stomach flinch but I decide to ignore Baekhyun as I sit on the table an grab Kris' drink to gulp it in one go.

"She was Chanyeol's easy fuck but nothing more," Kris explains as he puts his hand around my shoulder. I grit my teeth, trying to control myself but when I realize their drunk state, I know it is going to be impossible to make them shut.

"But she fell in love with his money and his dick" Both of them laugh but I roll my eyes, gulping some more whiskey. "Chanyeol cut ties with her when he knew about your engagement"

"Let me tell you a little secret" the Chinese man whispers as he pulls me closer to him. "Chanyeol has had the biggest crush on you for so long"

"Almost five years" Baekhyun adds. "The Park family visited your home and he saw you from your Father's window as you trained under the rain. When he asked, Mr. Nakamura said you were no one but he could not keep his eyes off you"

"You became famous years after that and every time your name was on the table, he would listen carefully and ask more info about you," Kris explains with a cheeky smile. "When I gave him a picture of you I managed to get, he was so happy"

I cannot believe their words. Park Chanyeol. Park The Undertaker Chanyeol had a crush of me for so long. So many things make sense right now… His behavior when I moved in, how he was able to cope with me pushing him away, his jealousy, his no-sleeping-with-anyone-else rule… Everything makes sense after Kris’ confession but I still cannot believe he had a crush on me. Me out of all of people. How could he had a crush on me when we had not exchanged a single word before our first encounter back at my villa in Japan? I have hundreds of questions to make right now. I want to know everything.

I turn around to see him walking to us, leaving a crying Raeon on the balcony. My heart flinches when he smiles and I know, I know very well I am fucked.

I am definitely in love.

And there is no going back.

"Chanyeol had a crush on Akiko" Baekhyun sing songs, making the rest of the males at the table laugh, even I laugh at his comment.

"What's so funny?" Chanyeol asks, taking a sit next to me.

"How you cute little thing have had a crush on me for many years" I tease him but his expression changes, glaring at the three men on the table that cannot stop laughing.

"I'm going to kill you" Chanyeol's anger makes us laugh even harder but I pull him into a kiss, my hand landing right next to his crotch.

"Just because I think that's cute, I am going to forget that woman and let you fuck my ass" I whisper and he smirks before the vibrator increases his speed. "Fuck-"

"The countdown is about to start"

I do not care right now about Mr. Park getting everyone's attention, I know Chanyeol is looking at his parents but I am focused on the way it has reached his maximum level and is shaking my whole body. The plug is vibrating too, stretching my walls and giving some pleasure I never knew I could get. I move my hips softly, trying to move the toy so it does not rub against a sensitive spot but it only makes it worse.

"Let's go" Chanyeol whispers standing up but I shake my head, biting my lower lip to hold my moans. "Come on"

Everyone is leaving the huge saloon and walking outside to the garden. I know we need to leave with them for the short ceremony but my legs are like jelly and I am not sure if I am going to be able to walk without making a mess of myself. Chanyeol helps me, walking to the end of the group of people facing the facade of the house where the countdown is going to be projected on a screen. But he does not stop there, he drags me into the woods quietly, passing some of the first rows until we reach one tree with a log wide enough to cover us.

"You are going to change years during an orgasm," he whispers, the device reaching his full power inside of me.

Chanyeol pushes me against the log, my back against his chest as he slides his hand under my underwear right into my clit. I know what he wants to do, that he wants to make squirt right here and I will not be able to hold back if he keeps going on like that.

I am overwhelmed with emotions right now.

Chanyeol is kissing my neck, leaving some bites as he rubs himself on my ass, feeling his huge hard-on but the way he is overstimulating with his finger rubbing my clit is going to make me even pass out.

"10! 9!..." I can hear the countdown in the distance and Chanyeol seems to have found the perfect spot with his fingers.

"Chanyeol! Fuck!" I need to keep the moans for myself but the heat on my stomach and the shivers that come directly to my clit is making it difficult.

"8! 7! 6!..." The countdown keeps going far away from us but I am not even paying that attention. Chanyeol needs to hold my body as my knees are going to give in any time soon.

"5! 4!..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" I keep groaning, moving my hips as I try to control the vibrations but it only makes it rub a sweet spot inside my walls.

"3! 2! 1!..."

"Come for me, baby girl" His deep husky voice is exactly what I needed to let go, moaning into my arm as I let it explode. My legs are shaking, slick running down my legs as I orgasm all over myself. My body trembles, my hips moving back searching for friction and Chanyeol needs to hold me as I am going to fall down. I am dizzy, overwhelmed with all these sensations.

"Happy new year, babe" Chanyeol whispers, giving some kisses to my neck trying to calm me down. "You have been such a good girl but it is my turn now"

I knew this was not going to stop here with the promise of letting him fuck my ass but I need a couple of minutes before I get going. The vibrator turns off, letting me catch my breath my Chanyeol quickly turns me around, my legs around his waist as he holds me against the tree.

"I hope your ass is ready for what is about to come" he whispers, poking the plug with his fingers.

"Are you really going to fuck my ass for the first time here?" I ask him, trying to keep my eyes open and gain my breath back.

"Well…" Chanyeol suddenly pulls me from the tree and he starts walking with me still on his arms since my legs are not reliable at all. "I hope it is open"

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, looking around us but it is pretty dark and I am not at my best right now.

"To my mother's greenhouse" he smirks. "I am going to fuck you on her reading's couch"

The greenhouse is huge. You could actually see it from the inside of the house but the crystal walls are all over covered with beautiful leaves and flowers and the moonlight shines over us, as well as the fireworks that I did not even know when they started. Chanyeol sits on a black leather divan, leaving me on top of him as I am hypnotized by the fireworks above us.

*warning: anal sex*

"You look really cute right now," he whispers against my neck, leaving kisses as his hands grope my ass under the dress. "But I still want to fuck you so bad"

"I have some lube" Chanyeol frowns, confused about my words but I search for the small package that I kept under one of my boobs in the dress. It is small, is practically looks like a condom but there is enough lube to make it easier for both of us.

"I see you came well prepared" Chanyeol throws me on the divan, my ass up in the air for him. "Look at you all wet and spread for me… and that cute jewel on your ass… fuck"

Chanyeol pokes is softly, pushing it deeper inside as my walls clench. The plug is still wet because I made sure to use tons of lube but when it moves and stretches my walls further, it stings a little. The plug is small compared to Chanyeol and I am not sure if I am going to be able to handle his full length but at least a part of me is already stretched.

My body tenses when Chanyeol moves the plug in circles but the way he softly strokes my lower back makes me calm down a little bit. Chanyeol starts taking the plug out slowly and it does not hurt as much as I thought it would, sliding off easily but I think it is because I already know what it feels like to be stretched out like that. His fingers take the plug's previous place, pushing two of them in.

"Chanyeol!!"

I turn around enough to look at him, knowing he would look completely lost on his task at hands. I close my eyes, trying to get used to the feeling of his fingers thrusting in. There is pain, the rim is burning as he keeps scissoring to make me get used to what is about to come. When he adds another finger, I need to bite on the cushion in front of me to hold back.

"You are taking my fingers so well, baby" Chanyeol praises as he rubs my back to calm me down. "I am going to put my cock now, okay?"

I nod, closing my eyes as I breath slowly, trying to calm my nerves. I can hear his belt unbuckling and the rustle of the clothes even though those three fingers are still there, making me go crazy.

"Remember our safe word, baby, if you can't take it just say it, okay?

I nod again, holding into the cushion as I feel the cold lube spreading inside of me. The fingers finally disappear, leaving the hole gaping but soon enough they are replaced with the tip of his head. I gasp, the nails digging holes on the cushion.

"Fuck!" Chanyeol's groans are low, desperate as his hands are leaving bruises on my asscheeks because he is holding me with so much force the purple marks are going to last for days.

Chanyeol keeps pushing it slowly. It burns. It burns so much I cannot handle the tears but I try my best to calm down and enjoy. I have been thinking about this for weeks, it has been my idea to use the plug and I had fun with it myself as I learned how to use it but it was because Chanyeol was not there, wrecking me until I can no longer remember my name. I need to calm down and enjoy as I have done before.

"You are so fucking tight and hot"

Chanyeol pushes one last time until he is fully in, his chest against my back as he breathes on my neck. I know he is trying his best to resist the temptation of moving his hips but I need a minute. He seems ten times bigger now, his girth stretching my inner walls to the extreme as the rim feels like it is burning. Chanyeol leaves a trail of kisses on my shoulders and back, helping me relax until I move my hips back to him.

"Fuck-!"

There is a strange pleasure in that pain that I did not expect. Both holes used, I have never felt so full. I cannot control my moans and shouts as he has finally catch up his pace, his hips murdering me as he abuses my back to his own pleasure. I close my eyes, focusing on how his thrust move the egg to rub against certain spots that make me forget about the burning sensations on my lower back.

Chanyeol stops for a second but I do not have time to look at him when my knees give in because the egg starts vibrating on his highest speed. He pulls me up on my knees again, an evil chuckle escaping his lips as he knows how he is destroying the last bit of sanity on my mind.

"I'm going to cum soon, fuck!"

Tears of pleasure keep flowing, my body trembling with overstimulation. His fingers wrap around my neck, pulling me back to him as he chokes me from behind.

I do not need anything more to cum for the second time tonight, clenching around him so tightly that Chanyeol finishes at the same time. There are a million of weird sensations crossing my body right now but it has felt better than expected. I try to gain my breath again but it is difficult since Chanyeol's hand is still around my neck as he comes down from his high.

"Let's do something"

I have no rest before Chanyeol pulls me down on my four again even though my arms are weak and I end up falling on my face. He starts pulling out slowly but when I thought my ass was going to be finally free, he pushes the plug back in.

"You need to hold my cum inside, baby girl, I am going to fuck your ass later and I want it well stretched" he explains, his voice low and husky. "I am going to fill your ass with cum until you cannot keep any more inside"

*warning ends*

Chanyeol turns me around carefully, holding me on his lap as I try to gain some strength to move my own body. I am exhausted and oversensitive, the plug keeping me stretched and sore.

"You did so good, baby girl" he whispers as his hands stroke my back softly. "I promise I am going to reward you when we come back"

"I need a shower" Chanyeol chuckles, lifting my chin to give me some butterfly kisses on my face. "But as a reward, I think I prefer your version of how you used to have the biggest crush on me"

"Well, I think we need to get going" Chanyeol is going to stand up but I push him down again. "Okay, I'll tell you"

We cuddle closer, our naked bodies sticking to each other as he pulls a cozy blanket on top to cover us in case someone walks in.

"You know our parents have always made drug deals, right?" I nod softly, my eyes fixed on his face as he talks. "Five years ago, I decided to accompany them to Japan and see the beauties the country had to offer. We were discussing on his office when I heard noises outside so I looked out of the window and there you were, using the bō against five men three times bigger than you and knocking them over. I asked who you were but your Father said no one and he sounded pissed that I have found you so I guess you were important. You were so beautiful; I was hypnotized by how you moved and how you fought against those men. You suddenly looked up, directly at my eyes as if you knew I was looking from the inside and you threw your knife at me until it got stuck on the frame just an inch away from my head. I think I had never been so impressed by anyone in my whole life to be honest"

"Oh… I remember that day" I laugh softly, making him smile. "Father told me you were coming but that I should remain my training and keep my identity a secret but you were staring at me so hard… I just wanted to mess up with you so you would leave me alone"

"That didn't work though, I kept staring," we both laugh as he shakes his head. "When years later I found out you were the famous Kunoichi, god, I wanted to see you and talk to you so bad. Kris got me your picture and I kept it on a drawer on my desk. I attended every party and meeting to see if you would show up but you were never there"

"Father wanted to keep me in secret because it is easier to kill when nobody knows your face but stupid Matsuke had to reveal my identity three years ago. I still tried to avoid being seen in public but then you came and took me to every social event possible" Chanyeol intertwines our fingers, kissing the knuckles softly.

"When your Father offered me the marriage agreement, I accepted right away with the excuse of my family pressuring me on getting a wife because I did not understand my feelings for you… But that was the best decision I could ever made"

"Cheesy" Chanyeol laughs, pulling me closer to him until he pecks my lips. "You had a crush on me, lame"

"What about you? Did you know anything about me before the marriage?" He asks but I shake my head teasingly. "Come on"

"I have never had any kind of romantic opinions about you or any of the mafia leaders so… I knew who you were, what you could do and your clan but nothing more," I explain but he pouts slightly. "I thought you were handsome though"

"Tell me that you love me," he suddenly says. His eyes have changed. He has a soft stare now, his orbs shining in hope to hear those words that I have not told him yet. "We have been together for more than half a year, Aki, I need to hear them"

"Chanyeol… I…" he lifts my chin to make me look at him but I avoid his eyes, trying to find a way to escape this moment.

"Tell me how you feel about me, even if you don't say the words" Chanyeol's eyes finally meet mine but that does not make it any easier.

The first words that appear in my head mean more than those simple 'I love yous' he wants me to say.

My heart races so fast in my chest I know it he has noticed but I try to focus on anything but the way he is making me feel right now because I know I am going to stutter and even mess with my words and end up saying the opposite so I decide to just blurt out those words, pushing every alarm to the back of my head.

Just say it, Akiko.

"I… I would die for you"

~~~~

Author's note:

Hello!! First, I want to thank all of you who sent me messages asking if everything was okay because it warmed my heart <3<3 

Secondly, I want to apologize because I said I was going to update soon but it took me so long... As I said last time, I am changing lotts of things in the plot so it is taking time to reorganize everything and I had a serious block buuut here I am again. I promise I will finish this story as everything is already planned -unless I decide to change the plot again but I don't think it is likely. 

About the anal sex... I decided to put the warnings just in case because I know that not everyone is into it but I really wanted to write something like this for them because I think it suits them to do this kind of things, teasing each other in public, sneaking around to fuck and basically being savage and primitive. 

Thank you all for suscribing and upvoting and pleae leave your comments about today's chapters to let me know if you like this kind of things or I should avoid them! <3<3

I expect to come soon with more but I promise nothing hehe

“What are you doing here?” Lee Hayeon, the makeup artist that Chanyeol has hired as my personal stylist for special events is now at our bedroom's door. She is carrying a big suitcase and a wheeled rack with huge bags for dresses. She looks nervous, giving some glances behind me to Chanyeol, who is still naked on the bed after our funny nap full of sex.

“Mr. Park told me you need to get ready for an event tonight,” she explains.

“What event tonight, babe?” I turn around, licking my lips at the sight of his naked body shining in sweat since it has not been long since we finished the last round.

“It is a last minute thing tonight," Chanyeol explains as he gets up from the bed, walking on his huge naked glory to grab a pair of grey sweats from the other side of the room. I glance back to the girl, who is blushing madly as she cannot keep her eyes off Chanyeol as he puts the clothes on. “But I have everything under control”

“As always” Chanyeol holds my body close, his hands slipping under the short robe to grab my ass cheeks as he devours my lips in front of the poor girl. I lick my lower lip when he breaks the kiss, his finger poking my entrance teasingly.

“Chanyeol, you are going to traumatize her” he winks before he lets go of my body and licks his finger playfully.

“You already know what you have to do” Chanyeol pats the girl’s back, making her blush even harder than before.

“Sorry about that, he likes showing off” I apologize as she walks in. “I will take a quick shower while you prepare everything”

Hayeon has a hard time covering the love bites Chanyeol has left on my neck and chest but she manages to leave my skin glowing beautifully and covered by the diamonds on my neck. The usual smokey eyes and red lips are nowhere to be seen today and a natural glow takes its place. I am not used to this kind of makeup, I do not look as fierce as I would like, making people shiver with my mere gaze.

“Chanyeol wanted this?” I ask her, checking myself on the mirror of the vanity.

My lips are tainted in a shade of nude pink, fake eyelashes that hide the warm eyeshadows. My skin looks like porcelain like a cute doll instead of the wild tigress Chanyeol always compares me too.

Chanyeol always chooses the most expensive lingerie he can find but this time he has gone over it. A white bra with lace and crystals that hugs my chest beautifully, my boobs looking even bigger and my waist smaller. Hayeon helps my tie the white stockings to the lace thong. The next step is the shoes, some white high heels tied on the ankle and then she finally lets me see the dress.

A white dress.

Chanyeol would have never chosen this color or the makeup so it might be a weird party with a dress code. I put it on carefully, the sleeves resting under my shoulders, the fabric hugging the curves of my body to the floor. It looks beautiful. I look beautiful.

It is different from what I am used to but I love it. I actually look like a nice girl and not the savage yakuza I am used to. My hair is styled as some soft waves to my waist, making me look like a cute doll.

“You look so beautiful, Akiko” Hayeon says as she applies some more powder to my cheeks.

There is some knocking on the door before it opens without any consent. I look at the man through the mirror, a wide smile on my face as I look at him

“Wow, Kunoichi” Yifan hugs my waist, trying not to mess up my clothes. “Chanyeol is lucky I like dick more than boobs”

“What are you doing here and why didn't Chanyeol told me?” I ask him but he just shrugs.

“I have heard he has been pretty damn busy eating you up every time he has a chance” he irks his eyebrows teasingly and I hit his chest with my fist, making him laugh harder. “Let's go, Chanyeol is already waiting downstairs”

I stop on my tracks when we reach the end of the stairs. I cannot believe this. There is a path of rose petals to the garden where Chanyeol is waiting. He is standing there, wearing a beautiful black suit, his hair styled with gel showing his forehead and a wide proud smile. Kyungsoo acts as the officiant under an arc made of beautiful red roses and there are dim lights and candles everywhere. Jongin, Baekhyun and Tao are standing at the sides of the petals path, cute smiles on their faces as they are waiting for me.

A wedding.

This is a damn wedding.

And I am the bride.

“Before you ran away” Kris starts as he holds my hand resting on his arm to keep me in place. “Chanyeol told me to remind you about the conversation you two had on the private jet on your way back from Japan a couple of weeks ago”

*

“We haven't gotten married yet, you know?” Chanyeol asks, his thumb making circles on my hipbones. “We always say we are married but we aren't yet”

“Let's just sign the papers when we come back” I cuddle closer to him, my legs over his lap as he keeps sipping on his whiskey.

“Don't you want a fancy wedding with a princess dress, lots of flowers and guests and such?” He asks but I am quick to shake my head as I straddle his lap teasingly.

“I want to sign the papers, have a fancy dinner at that sushi place I like and cover my whole body in whipped cream so you have to eat me up” I tell him, moving my hips to rub against him.

“Why do I have to hear those things?” Baekhyun groans but I glare at him.

“I love that, the last part is like a dream come true but I want a big wedding, to show off” I roll my eyes but he chuckles, pulling me closer for a kiss. “We will find something in the middle, don't worry”

*

“This bastard” Yifan chuckles, handing me a bouquet of red roses before we walk through the path.

“Take care of my boy, Akiko” Yifan whispers as he puts his hands on top of mine. “If you want to kill him, go ahead but do not break his heart”

“Isn't it the same thing?” I ask him, my brows frown in confusion.

“You know what I mean”

Chanyeol looks nervous, the smile never leaving his face as he cannot stay still on place. I laugh, shaking my head as our gazes are locked together. Soft music is playing on the background, everything looking like it has just came out of Pinterest but I would not have wanted it any other way. Yifan lets go of me when we reach Chanyeol, giving a light kiss to my cheek before he goes back to Tao.

“You look beautiful, like an angel” I smile, feeling my cheeks blush with his words.

A wedding has never been even a part of my plans. My life has always been the clan, the yakuza, my Father, Mackenyu… I have pictured myself on the villa, growing old with Mackenyu as my right hand and ruling the dark world of Japan but my life has completely changed now. Not because the marriage because I can always get a divorce, not because I live in Korea because I can always come back home but because I am falling in love with the mafia lord.

I am not paying much attention to Kyungsoo's words. My head is spinning around hundreds of thoughts of my future, on how everything has changed in the last three months and I am not only comfortable with this but I want it.

“Nakamura Akiko” Kyungsoo calls for my name, snapping back to real world “would you…?”

“Kim Jieun” Kyungsoo frowns at the name. I do not even know why I said it aloud but my old Korean name flows out of my mouth. "That is my real name, my Korean name”

“Kim Jieun," Chanyeol's eyes are shining brightly, excitement taking over him "do you accept Park Chanyeol, the man you swore to kill, as your husband in light and darkness?"

"I do" I cannot help but laugh at the question Kyungsoo has asked me, rolling my eyes at the way Chanyeol has cracked. Kris hands me a ring, a beautiful black wedding band with embedded small diamonds on the middle. I take Chanyeol’s hand, placing it on the ring finger on his right hand.

"Park Chanyeol," Kyungsoo calls for his name "do you accept Nakamura Akiko slash Kim Jieun, the woman who has tries to kill you several times and will probably keep trying, as your wife in light and darkness"

"Of course" Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a ring as he takes my right hand. "You have changed my world, you have changed myself, and you are so beautiful and so amazing… And I love you, baby girl"

"You are so extra" I chuckle when I see the extravagant black band with a huge diamond on the middle and two smaller ones on each side. "I don't need a diamond this big"

"I do" he kisses the back of my hand, a sweet peck before he lets it go. "You deserve every cute and beautiful thing in this world"

"Kiss her before I start crying" Kyungsoo whispers, looking away.

Chanyeol pulls me closer by my waist, our bodies crashing together before he leans down to peck my lips. He kisses me slowly, not the rushed kisses we are used to. He catches my lower lip with his, giving a sweet lick before he lets go and I smile at him.

"I love you," he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine.

~~~~~

“I don't dance,” I say as I shake my hands in front of me but everyone is cheering on us. “No, no, no”

“Come on, baby, I don't dance neither but just this time, as just married” Chanyeol holds my hands, pulling me up with him and crashing me against his chest. He holds my waist as some soft music starts playing on the background. His hand is on my lower back, the other one holding mine on the side as we softly sway our bodies to the music.

“I hope you had a good time,” Chanyeol says, bringing our hands closer until they are resting in his chest. “I got the sushi for that shop you love, as you told me back there on the plane”

“It was perfect, Chanyeol” he smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness as we keep moving to the beat, taking small steps at the time.

“Kim Jieun” he breathes. “It suits you”

“It is the name my parents gave me,” I explain as he nods. “Nakamura Akiko was given my Father”

“What should I call you then?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Wife? Wifey? Baby? Babe?” He laughs, licking his lower lip playfully. “But if you are still uncomfortable you can call me Akiko, Kunoichi, Ms. Nakamura, the most dangerous woman in the world…”

“What about the love of my life?” my cheeks blush, all the blood of my body rushing to my face with his words. His eyes are sparkling cutely, a wide smile as he looks at my red face.

“Are you confessing your love for me?” I decide to tease him a little even though I know it is going to be useless.

“I love you”

Here we go again.

My heart is about to explode with his words. I am sure Chanyeol would be able to listen if he leaned closer but probably my face is giving away what I feel right now. I lean closer, both my hands behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“You two get a room!!!” Yifan playfully shouts and he breaks the kiss to laugh and flip a finger at his friend.

“Thank you, Chanyeol” I whisper, my hands around his neck as we slightly sway to the rhythm of the soft music playing on the background.

“Wait, am I really hearing you thank me?” he asks, his face in a fake shock as I laugh at him. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because this is perfect, Chanyeol” I explain, looking around to show him what I mean. “I was so scared you would throw a huge wedding but this is perfect and you really got me by surprise”

“I know, baby girl” he nuzzles his nose on my neck, his lips brushing slightly against my neck. “I love you”

"Can I have a dance with the beautiful bride too?" Kris asks close to us. Chanyeol nods with a smile, giving a sweet peck to my lips before he steps back and the Chinese leader takes his place.

"What are you going to tell me?" I ask him as we move slowly to the beat of the music. I know what his intentions are; I know what he is going to talk about since he started the conversation before the wedding.

"You already know" he smirks, his teeth showing as he looks right into my eyes.

"Aren't you too overprotective of him?" Kris shakes his head, glancing over the rest of the males who are drinking and chatting happily on the chill out zone. "He is a mafia leader, I am sure he knows how to take care of himself"

"We both know you have him on his knees for you" I chuckle, glancing over Chanyeol a couple of times before looking back at him.

"And we both know the feelings are mutual" Kris spins me around one time before he lets go of me, a small smile on his face. "We might kill each other sooner or later but I am not breaking his heart, stupid Chinese"

"I hope so, stupid Japanese" we both laugh, hugging each other before Chanyeol taps on my shoulder to get my attention.

"Sorry but I miss my baby" I laugh at the nickname, my hands soon around his neck as he is quick to find my hips.

“Why don't we go upstairs and you show me how much you love me?” I ask him, pulling him closer by the collar of his suit.

“Remember which my favorite part of your ideal wedding was?”

Chanyeol holds me bridal style, my hands around his neck. I laugh as I hear them shouting and clapping loudly, cheering for us in many indecent ways. I start kissing his neck once we are out of sight, Chanyeol looking for the zipper of the dress. He leaves me on the floor once we reach the end of the stairs and he does not care that the dress is left behind on the corridor, he does not care someone is going to find out our clothes laying on the floor but I do not care neither.

"The lingerie looks so good on you, baby" I turn around, showing him my butt on the lace thong for a few seconds as we walk to his bedroom. "I want your whole body covered on diamonds"

"That would be really expensive" Chanyeol takes his belt off with a smirk, whipping the floor once.

"I already told you, only the best for my baby girl"

I am going to open the door but Chanyeol pulls me against it, his hand going down my body and his mouth covering mine possessively. Chanyeol turns me around, holding me by my thighs as he devours my lips. He sits on the bed with me on top straddling his lap, our lips still connected in a messy kiss.

"Take my shirt off, baby," I decide to obey as he leans back, watching me with hungry eyes. I bite my lower lip, taking my time to unbutton them. Chanyeol kirks his hips up, indicating to go faster but I want to keep teasing him.

His body belongs to the gods. Chanyeol does work out more than expected, a personal trainer comes almost every day and he follows a strict diet. I have never thought I would enjoy watching someone workout as much as I enjoy watching him. I join him most of the days but when his personal trainer is not around, I like to walk around his gym only in lingerie to provoke him. I never imagined the TRX could have that many interesting uses.

His shirt slides off his shoulders and he takes it off, throwing it around before he takes a black cloth from under the pillow. He pushes me down on the bed, hovering me as he places the cloth on top of my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I let him knot the black satin cloth to blindfold me.

"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out" he whispers, his lips brushing on my ear.

----

“You two need to get out of the room and go back to work” Kyungsoo loud banging on the door seems not to bother Chanyeol as he keeps thrusting in, holding my head down on the pillow as he roams from behind.

“Go away!!” Chanyeol shouts, his fingers digging deeper on the skin of my hips.

I cannot move since my hands are tied behind my back and the gag on my mouth prevents me from making any sound that is not a broken moan. I can already feel the orgasm approaching as he has speed up his pace, hitting in all the right spots. Being blinded and tied feels better than expected, my body reacting to his touches in a more sensitive way than usual, stronger orgasms that leave me wasted on the bed for a couple of hours.

After three days locked up on his room having sex after the wedding, my body is sensitive and sore but that does not stop us from doing it once and again.

Chanyeol hands slides under my legs, rubbing on my clit as he feels how my end is near by the way my walls clench around him. I do not hold back my moans as I struggle under him, feeling how I am about to cry from pleasure if he keeps rubbing me like that. Chanyeol keeps going even when I fall on the bed, stomach flat on the mattress as his fingers are making wonders on my body.

“Come for me, baby girl” he whispers, his husky voice hitting the final stop for me to surrender to the pleasure.

My body shakes, tears rolling down my cheeks as muffled moans escape my lips. Chanyeol groans when he finishes inside, his huge hands probably leaving his fingerprints on my hips for a couple of days. I try to come back to reality, gaining my breath even though it is difficult with the gag on my mouth and the choker around my neck. Chanyeol unties the choker first and then the gag, allowing me to take a big breath to hold into the little consciousness on my mind right now.

“You have been such a good girl, baby” he whispers, his voice raspy from all the moaning and groaning. He unties the blindfold, kissing the tears on my cheeks as he does so. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah” I am not sure if the words came but I close my eyes with the feeling of his huge hands petting my hair and his lips kissing every inch of skin of my face.

“Let’s get you a hot bath and I promise I am going to let you sleep for the whole day, okay?”

-----

Chanyeol smiles as he watches how wasted Akiko looks as he holds her on the bath. He is sure she is already sleeping by now but he does not want to wake her up yet since the water is still hot. The mafia lord never thought he would be as happy as he has been for the past months. He never thought he would let someone get into his heart the way he let Akiko get in but he wanted to do it, he wanted to let himself be happy for once, to fill the empty space he has always felt on his chest.

However, Akiko not only meant filling his chest but making it explode from pure love.

“Chanyeol” the said man turned around when he hears his friend’s voice in the room. “We need to talk”

“Not now, Kyungsoo” he whispers. The last thing he wants to do right now is to wake Akiko up.

“It’s serious and it concerns Akiko” the cook explains, his tone now lower than before. “Baekhyun and Jongin don’t want to tell you for now but I am sure you want to know about it”

“What is it?” Chanyeol turns his head slightly to the side to have a look of the man through the mirror, analyzing his face. He knows Kyungsoo is not joking when he sees the expression of his face so he decides the bath is finished for now. “Get me a towel for her”

“The bedsheets have been changed” Kyungsoo explains as he get the towel. “Leave her there to sleep”

Chanyeol gives one last look of the sleeping Kunoichi on his bed before he follows Kyungsoo downstairs; brushing his still wet hair with his fingers. Kyungsoo has not explained much more than the few words they exchanged on the bathroom but he does not need to know more. He checks the guns are loaded as he walks down the stairs to the living room where he finds his men guarding the living room from the foreigners. Chanyeol clear his throat as he recognizes the man sitting on the couch, sipping on whiskey that Kyungsoo has probably offered him.

“Park Chanyeol” the said man pronounces his name with a strong Japanese accent, “where is my lovely sister?”

“That’s none of your business” Chanyeol answers, taking a seat on the sofa in front of him.

Chanyeol scans the room quickly, taking as much info as he can. There are four of Matsuke’s men guarded by four of his, Jongin and Baekhyun at each side of his sofa as Kyungsoo takes the role of serving drinks to his mafia lord and the yakuza.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asks in Japanese.

“I came to do business with you” Matsuke sips on his wine, answering in a poor broken Korean.

“I have no business to do with you” Chanyeol answers. He tries to calm down as he does not want to lose his temper this soon. He wants to find out as much info as he can before the other leaves.

“I know my sister is a pain in the ass for you, that she has probably tried to kill you so many times already so that’s why I’m offering you a deal” Baekhyun translates for Chanyeol. “You let me have her and we will be allies in this underworld forever”

“Why would I do that when she is the heir to your father’s empire? Having her means having the empire” Chanyeol waits for the other reaction as Baekhyun translates his words. Matsuke simply laughs, leaning his elbows on his knees as he talks looking straight into the taller’s eyes.

“Because your wife is going to die sooner or later and so the old man so you better get on well with me” Baekhyun translates. Chanyeol grits his teeth, looking at Kyungsoo for a second.

Kyungsoo has always disappeared from the house when he had his meetings, Jongin taking his place but this time he is right there. The cook has a pure soul, he should not be listening to this conversation at all but there he is standing, his horrified expression as they talk about killing the woman who has now turned into his best friend, the woman he cares like if she was his little sister.

“You are dreaming if you think you will be able to kill Akiko under my watch”

They all turn around when they hear a loud thud on the garden. Chanyeol squeezes his eyes trying to see what is going on but he suddenly realizes there is a dead body on his garden. Another one soon follows, being thrown from the balconies. Chanyeol stands up, ready to run to check what is going on but he recognizes the next body that lands on her feet on the garden. He is worried she might be hurt but he knows it is better if she lets him do right now.

Akiko is covered in blood, her katanas on hands as she walks closer, her body only covered by the white night gown Chanyeol dressed her up after the bath that now is tainted red in blood. The mafia leader smirks when he realizes how bright her eyes look right now, having her brother right there for her to kill.

“Matsuke, you are so fucking dead”

Chanyeol raises his hand enough for his guards to see. The four men quickly grab Matsuke’s men on a neck lock that keep them immobilized. Chanyeol loves seeing the psycho side his wife has when she sheds blood so he steps aside and lets her do.

“You are going to need more than two useless men to kill me, Matsuke” Baekhyun translates everything she says to Chanyeol, making him smirk proudly.

Akiko’s movements are quick, quicker than Matsuke expected so she has him on his knees, head on the coffee table in front of the sofa with one of the katanas on the back of his neck. He raises his hands on defeat, shouting her to stop in every language possible.

“So you come into my house and try to kill me, huh?” Akiko asks him in shouts. “I am not going to kill you yet, I want to do it the moment you think you are safe in the comfort of one of your hoes”

Akiko takes his hand, placing it on top of the table and she does not think twice before she slides four of his fingers off. Matsuke cries in pain, taking his now fingerless left hand with the other one. Chanyeol is shocked that she has bluntly cut his fingers like that but he has honestly seen her do worse.

“If you don’t want to die, take your pathetic fingers and leave my house right now” Akiko follows him with his katanas ready to fight. Chanyeol’s men obey her orders, realizing her brother’s men but following her out of the house to help her in case they decide to return.

“That was crazy, babe” Chanyeol holds her waist as they watch them leave, the mafia lord taking notes on how he needs to improve security from now on since vengeance is going to probably be worse after the events tonight. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

“Because I want to kill him when he least expects it, I want to kill him where he feels more comfortable” Chanyeol nods, guiding Akiko back in the house as he orders his men to clean the mess.

They both stop when they see Kyungsoo throwing up on the living room, helped by Baekhyun and Jongin as they try to calm him down. Chanyeol knew this would happen. Kyungsoo has always known what they do for a living, he is not stupid, but he has never wanted to be personally involved in anything illegal.

“Kyungsoo, you should have left” Chanyeol walks closer to the petite man, patting his back slowly as the other empties his stomach.

“When we tell you that Akiko is able to protect herself we mean it” Baekhyun adds.

Kyungsoo finally stops; coughing as he cleans himself with paper his boyfriend offers him but his eyes goes straight to the Kunoichi who is awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Chanyeol realizes the fear on Kyungsoo’s eyes when he looks at the woman who is still covered in blood and has her katanas in her hands. And he notices the effect that look as on Akiko when she drops the katanas and her breathing stops for a second.

“Akiko” Chanyeol runs to his wife, taking the katanas from the floor as he tries to get her attention but her eyes are focused on the cook, a sad expression on her face that breaks his heart. “Let’s get a shower”

“Kyungsoo, I’m sorry…” she whispers but the said man looks away, hiding behind his tall boyfriend.

“Akiko” Chanyeol decides to carry her upstairs since she is not responding to anything he says.

Chanyeol takes care of cleaning her body as she remains silent. He does not need to ask her in order to know what she is thinking right now so she lets her have her time as he washes her hair, trying to get the blood from her long locks. Kyungsoo is probably going back to normal in a couple of days but he terrified about the effects that look might have on her.

“How can you love me?” the words come out as a mere whisper but Chanyeol has clearly heard them. He looks down to find Akiko’s big orbs looking directly at him. He cannot resist the puppy eyes, how she is about to tear up a little so he holds her close, his hands on her naked hips.

“Because I love you” he answers, brushing his thumb on her pouty lower lip. “Because you are intelligent, beautiful, dangerous and a million reasons more I would spend days numbering”

“Do you think I am that dangerous?” Chanyeol nods, watching how her expression darkens a little with his answers.

“But not to me, not to Baekhyun, Jongin or Kyungsoo” he explains. “You are dangerous to the people who hurt your family and we are your family”

“Kyungsoo is now scared of me…” Akiko rests her head on Chanyeol’s chest, hugging his waist. Chanyeol kisses the top of her head, directing the hot water straight into her back as he knows it helps her calm down.

“It is the first time he sees something like it, babe, remember your first time” Akiko hums softly, her hands going under Chanyeol’s shirt to have contact with him.

Chanyeol loves how Akiko always tries to have as much as skin contact as possible, cuddling naked to sleep, sliding her hands under his clothes whenever she has a chance, touching his right arm as he drives or simply being close. He has no idea why she does that but he knows he loves that cute habit of her with his whole heart.

“We’ll talk to him tomorrow, okay?” Akiko hums again, closing her eyes as Chanyeol rubs her back. “Why don’t you let me take these wet clothes off and get you to bed to rest for the rest of the night?”

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Author’s Note: 

Sorry for taking so long to update but I have been blocked for weeks!!! Life is not easy on me for the last couple of weeks buuut don't worry, I am still trying to do my best! 

You can see how Akiko is already developing feelings and being more selfaware of herself and the life she has always carried. I wanted to show a cute fluffy side of them with the wedding but expect more sex and drama on the following chapterssss hehehehe 

This July has been so busy with the concerts, Baekhyun's solo and SeChan's debut that I feel I don't have time enough to check on everything!! please give them lots of love and stream the mvs and their albums!!!! 

Next chapter will be up on Thursday so double update this week as an apologise for the absence these past weeks... 

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“Aki!” I turn around to look at Chanyeol as he walks outside into the garden. He is carrying a case on his right arm and a huge smile on his face. I put the bow down since I have been teaching Baekhyun the whole morning and I am afraid some weird thing might happen and Baekhyun might end up shooting an arrow at his own boss.   

“Hey” he walks closer, hugging my waist to pull me closer to peck my lips in a sweet kiss as he always does when we greet each other. “Where have you been? You disappeared this morning and I was expecting waking you up myself, you know?”

“I will never leave the bed before you in my whole life” he pecks my lips again, his hand now groping my ass. “I have a present for you, well, two presents actually” 

“What do you have there?” I ask as he puts the black leather case on top of his hands. 

“Open it” 

I open the case, gasping in surprise when I find two white M1911 guns. I take one of them, examining it closer as they look like they are made with the highest quality metals. The colt is black with white grips that looks like nacre, giving a beautiful effect. There is a beautiful Japanese dragon engraved, similar to the one tattooed on my back, along the whole weapon. The last detail I notice is the Kunoichi symbol on the grip with red marking, trying to imitate the traditional Japanese handwriting. 

I love he took that much time to design the weapons, perfect weapons that represent me so well. I smile at him, pushing him down to kiss him. 

“I'm so relieved you like it” I smirk, loading the guns before I shoot with both of them at the same time, destroying the target at the other side of the garden that we were using for the arrows. “Why do I get so turned on watching you shot?”

“Wait until you see me slice a man with my katanas, you will want to fuck me even covered in all that blood” Chanyeol covers my lips in a heated kiss, holding my body close to his as his hand soon find its way to grope my ass. 

“Why do I have to hear all these conversations?” Baekhyun asks before he shoots an arrow but misses the target. 

“Anyways, my parents are coming for dinner” Chanyeol announces, his body tensing with his own words. “I want you to look absolutely ravishing, Aki” 

“So you are going to cage the tigress tonight?” I ask him but he shakes his head as he chuckles. 

“No, I want the tigress with me tonight, babe” he holds me by my waist, giving some light kisses on my neck. “I need the best of you, I need you as the Kunoichi and my wife tonight, okay? Don’t be my enemy tonight, please”

“Sure, Chanyeol” he gives another sweet peck to my neck before he walks away, taking the suitcase with the guns with him. 

“I will leave them in my studio, babe, take them whenever you want to” he says before he disappears in the living room. 

“Aren’t you going to ask why he asked you that?” Baekhyun asks after he shoots another arrow that misses the target. 

“I’m sure he will tell me when he is ready” I sigh, trying to focus on any other thing that is not Chanyeol and why he looked so tensed about his parents when he talks like nothing about much more important topics as the people who try to kill him. 

“I thought you would be more… tough” he handles me the bow, looking straight into my eyes as he is challenging me. “But you actually have a soft side”

“This weird thing with Chanyeol does not mean I cannot kill you right now if I want to” I warn him but he chuckles. 

“Calm down, Kunoichi, I already know that” he crosses his arms on his chest, a teasing smile drawn on his lips. “But it is funny to see you two being this domestic when you were both conceived to be killing machines”

"Do you really want me to punch your face?" I playfully ask him, aiming for the center of the target. 

"Lunch will be ready in half an hour" 

When I look into the direction of the voice, Kyungsoo has already left. I sigh deeply, my chest aching with the thought of how Kyungsoo has been scared to even look in my direction for the past two weeks. I tried my best to gain his trust again but nothing works. He seems scared not only of me but the rest of the gang. Even Jongin took my old room for him since Kyungsoo needed time to digest what his boyfriend does for a living. He knew about it but seeing it so close made him realise what he has gotten himself into. 

"Don't worry, he is getting better" Baekhyun reads my mind, taking the bow from my hands to shoot. "Jongin slept with him on the guest house yesterday"

"I'm going to talk to him" 

I can hear Baekhyun saying how I should leave him alone but I donnot pay attention as I walk straight to the kitchen where he is cleaning the mess as the food is on the oven. I know he is aware of my presence but he does not talk or even looks at me. I sit on one of the stools, looking at him do, waiting for a reaction but he is ignoring me like he has done for the last weeks. 

"Kyungsoo" I call for him but he turns around and starts to clean the stove. "Listen, I am going to be brutally honest with you about this, like I have never been with anyone, not my Father, not Matsuke or Chanyeol"

He keeps cleanin g the already clean stove, his back facing me but I know he is listening to me by the way his movement seem to be slower now. 

"My life has always been kill or be killed" I start. "My parents sold me to men when I was a child and then Father found me and taught me how to be the woman I am today. I got myself in a world where I need to murder first if I don't want to be killed. Trust me when I say I would love to have a normal life and be oblivious about this world but here I am, this is the woman I am. I am sorry if I scared you but you need to know I would protect you with my own life because you are a wonderful person and I do not want to lose you… but I understand how scary I can be" 

Kyungsoo does not move from his place. I know he has been listening to everything I said but I also know he needs to have his space for now. 

"I'm truly sorry, Kyungsoo" I decide to leave him alone until lunch so I walk upstairs to Chanyeol's studio where he probably is. I find on sitting on the floor, surrounded by money he seems to be counting from his last deal. 

"Hey babe" I walk carefully, trying not to mess the lots of money he has been making until I reach his lap.  He kisses my neck lovingly, his arms finding my waist soon. 

"Do you need help?" he nods, taking some money and placing them on the hem of my clothes. 

"Dance for me" Chanyeol pulls me on top of the money, hovering me as he keeps kissing my neck. "I've always wanted to fuck on top of tons of money like this" 

"But the money will be so dirty after" I am not sure if he is listening to me since he is already unbuttoning my shorts as he keeps kissing my neck. 

"I have more money anyways" Chanyeol starts throwing money on top of me, making me laugh at him as I get bathed with fifty thousand won bills. 

"Sorry" We both turn to look at the door, where Kyungsoo is standing awkwardly. "I want to talk to Akiko for a moment"

"Sure" Chanyeol stands up, pulling me up with him before he leaves the room. Kyungsoo walks to the sofa meanwhile so I decide to follow him and take a seat next to him. 

"I'm sorry, Akiko" he starts. I realize his eyes are flooded with tears, red and puffy as he has been crying for a long time. Maybe my story did have an impact on him. "Since you have been honest with me, I am going to be honest with you"

"I'm ready" Kyungsoo holds my hand, giving a light squeeze before he starts talking. 

"I… I know what it feels like being sell by your parents" he talks in a mere whisper, "but escaped and I lived on the streets for a few years. I ate from the trash; I sleep on whatever small warm place I could find until Chanyeol found me. He was told he could not go back home until he killed someone and took his hand as a proof. He was ten at that time and he had not eaten or drunk water in two days so I offered my things for him. When I woke up the next day, he was not there but he did came three days after and took me to his house to work helping in the kitchen. He offered me a place to be safe, to learn a new job and keep my stomach full. But the best thing he gave me was his friendship, his brotherhood for the rest of our lives. He told me he could train me to be as brave as him but I was okay cleaning dishes, that I would never be as brave as him. 

On his eighteenth birthday, we moved out of his parents' house because he inherit a big part of the business. Trust when I say I would follow him to the end of the world but… One day, he came in with two kids who tried to pickpocket him. They were living on the streets, malnourished and on the verge of dying so Chanyeol decided to take care of them until he found a good orphanage but he soon grew a liking on them and decided to train them. Jongin was twelve at the time and Baekhyun fifteen. I remember that day as it was yesterday. Don't believe what people say, Chanyeol has the biggest heart but he needs to hide it in order to hold his position. 

With all of this, I wanted to make you understand that I knew what I got myself into; I know what you all do and where all this money comes from. I understand how it feels to be sold, we all understand but it feels like being saved and surrender your life to that person but I never wanted to be a witness of all that violence and what happened… It made me think about my life, about all of you; about how can I turn my back to the money we earn illegally that is sometimes dirty with blood… But this the life we have, the best life we will ever managed to have. And that, as you said, it is killing first or getting killed. I'm sorry for treating you like that but it made me remember so many things I saw when I was a child that… But you are not like them. I am sure about that now."

I am speechless. 

Kyungsoo have given me so many information in just a few minutes that I do not know where to start. I decide to give him a hug, his arms tight around my neck as he starts crying, not holding back anymore. I rock us back and forth a little, trying to calm him down but no words come out of my mouth. 

"You are like a little sister and I could not believe you were able to do all of that… You are so cute and funny when we are all here that I did not expect that outcome" he manages to explain between sobs. "I… I have always heard of you from the guys, even years before you came here but I did not want to believe it"

"Kyungsoo, I will never hurt you, I will give my life for you, okay?" he nods, breaking the hug and with a shy smile on his face. "Can we go back as we were before?" 

"Sure" 

Baekhyun has Jongin on the floor, his face against the floor has he holds his arms behind his back with a technique I showed the shorter male myself. Chanyeol is laughing as he watches them, the youngest whining like a child as the other two teases him. So many things make sense now. After Kyungsoo's confession, now I understand why they behave the way they do, I understand why their loyalty goes beyond limits. 

They are family, a family they chose themselves. 

"Is everything okay?" Chanyeol asks as I sit on his lap. 

"Yeah, we understand many things from each other now" I explain as he nods. "And about you"

"Did he tell you everything?" Chanyeol places some lock of hair behind my ear, a small smile on his lips. "What do you think about me?"

It made me fall in love with you a little more. 

"You are soft" I answer as he chuckles. "And that's disappointing for a mafia leader"

"Will you ever stop teasing me?" Chanyeol throws me to the sofa, tickling my sides as I laugh uncontrollably. 

~~~~~ 

It is not the first time I see Chanyeol’s parents. I met then a year ago in a dinner party Father took me with him to introduce me to some of Korean leaders, and they remember me too. Chanyeol has been nervous during the whole day but he looks calm in front of his parents, just an act, I think. I cannot believe one of the most dangerous man in the whole world is scared of his parents like a child. 

“I can’t believe you managed to take the Kunoichi away from his Father” Mr. Park says as Kyungsoo pours some wine on his cup. “She is too good for you” 

Wait, what? So this is the reason why Chanyeol has been anxious for the whole day…

“She should be with Yifan, he is man enough to handle someone like her” Mrs. Park bluntly states, leaving me shocked. What the hell? Are they pulling a prank on me? I look at Kyungsoo trying to get any kind of clue but by the way he grits his teeth I know this is the usual. 

“But I am his wife” I decide to step in, placing my hand on Chanyeol’s thigh since he is sitting next to me. “You are underestimating your own son and what he is able to achieve. I wouldn’t have married him if I wasn’t sure of his power and his abilities”

“Akiko…” he whispers but I squeeze his thigh as a signal to let me speak as much as I want. He did not want the tigress caged, he wanted the Kunoichi and he is going to have it. 

“I heard what you did with the Jungs” Mr. Park starts. “It took him a really long time to be able to get them where he wanted but you killed him in the very first moment you saw him. He should be ashamed.” 

“That is just stupid” I answer, fixing my eyes on him. “That’s just like saying you didn’t kill Kang Hanbyul for your position in the country because it was your right hand who pulled the trigger and not you” 

Mr. Park clenches his fist, breaking the cup on the process. Kyungsoo rushes to help him taking the broken cup on his hands carefully. I smirk proudly, irking my eyebrows when he looks even angrier than before. I know how to hit all right spots. I drink some wine as I look at Mrs. Park who looks like she is ready to explode any moment.

“Your father didn’t teach you how to close that pretty mouth of yours, right?” she asks and I shake my head, the smirk still on my face. 

“Did I say something wrong? Because it was exactly the same as what your husband said a moment ago” I tap on the glass, making her even more nervous than before with the sound of my nails hitting the glass. “I only protect what’s mine”

“You clearly don’t know who you are messing with,” Mr. Park threatens but I am not scared of him or anyone. I have been trained to not feel fear and he is just an old man. He might have ruled over Korea but he is nothing more than an old man right now that would not last more than a few seconds under my arms. 

“Neither do you” I snap back, drinking some more of my wine. 

I can feel the stares of my in-laws killing me but I just smirk at them, feeling powerful after the small argument I have clearly won. I am not going to let anyone treat my husband the way they do. I do not care about who they are or who they used to be. 

“A man like Yifan would have had her domesticated, I am sure he would have never allowed her to talk like that to his own parents” Mr. Park stands up, raising his voice. 

“We come to our son’s house and we get treated like this by some Japanese whore” Mrs. Park stands next to his husband but I do not move an inch from Chanyeol’s side, my hand still resting on his thigh. 

“This Japanese whore is your son’s wife now” I smirk again, infuriating the woman. “And as his wife this house is mine too so if you are feeling uncomfortable with my presence, I invite you to leave now, thank you”

“What? You are kicking us out of our son’s house?” Mrs. Park is shouting now, throwing her hands on the air and making a scene. “Chanyeol, what do you have to say to this?”

“You already heard my wife” Chanyeol’s voice sounds deep and dark. I do not look at him but I feel his eyes on me as he talks. His parents are shocked by the answer but it only lasts for a couple of seconds before they compose themselves. 

“We will talk about this, Park Chanyeol” 

I keep sipping on my wine as I watch them leave, closing the door in a loud thud and leaving the house in utter silence as they took their shouts with them. Everyone is still on their places in the room, in shock after what has just happened in front of them but I look at them like nothing important happened. 

“Wow” Kyungsoo finally says. 

“That was…” Jongin does not even finish the sentence and I cannot help but laugh at their reaction. 

“Everyone. Leave. Right. Fucking. Now.” I turn to Chanyeol, who is looking at me with his eyes full of lust. The three men are quickly to disappear even though Chanyeol does not move an inch in a while. 

“What’s-?” 

“I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy until you literally cry and then fuck you until you pass out” he suddenly says. I start laughing at his words because I was worried about his reaction but this is much unexpected. “I’m being serious; I want you to sit on my face”

“So I am your master today?” I tease him, lifting my skirt enough so I can sit on his lap, each of my legs at his sides. 

“Yes, I am yours tonight” I lick my lip, taking his tie off slowly. “I will do anything you ask me to”

“Really?” I start unbuttoning his shirt, licking my lips at the sight of his torso. “Where is the bossy Park Chanyeol I know?” 

I take his shirt off with his help, my hands touching his hot skin on the way. I tie his wrists together with the black tie he was wearing a couple of minutes ago. He does not complain about it, his eyes fixed on me as he lets me do. I get up from his lap to push the table away, wiggling my ass in front of him as he can see my thong under the short skirt. I hear him moving, leaning closer to reach my ass but I turn around and stop him right before he touches me. 

“No, no” I keep teasing him. 

“Please” he touches himself on top of the clothes but I shake my head, pushing his hands away. 

Having Park Chanyeol begging to touch me is more exciting that I first thought. He bites his lower lip as I pull the zipper of the dress down and let it fall on the floor. I am wearing some lace underwear that I already know it is his favorite and the diamond choker I wore some weeks ago at the dinner party where I killed the Jungs. 

Lace and diamonds is Chanyeol’s weak point. 

“Fuck…” he groans, eating me up with his gaze. 

I feel powerful having the almighty Park Chanyeol thirsty for my body, begging to touch me as he is bossed around and tied up. I make him stand up, taking him by his hands. I put his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing and doubling its normal size. I touch them shamelessly before I slide my hands down his defined chest and torso, feeling his strong muscles until I reach his bulge. He is already hard, his trousers must even hurt him considering how big he is and the small space his trousers might give him to grow. 

“You are so hard already” I look up at his eyes, a shiver running down my spine with the way he is looking at me. He looks like he has been hypnotized but he has to be if he is willing to lose his power during sex. “Lay down on the floor” 

Chanyeol obeys quickly, taking a cushion for the head. I decide to give him what he wanted so I stand on top of him, each of my feet at the sides of his head as I let him look at my clothed groin. I start pulling the lace thong slowly until they are only hanging on my right ankle. 

“Fuck, baby, please” he begs for the nth time tonight. 

I bend down easily thanks to the high heels, my lips connecting with his. He groans, making me shiver at the sensation. His tongue quickly finds his way to pull the lips apart until he finds the clit easily. He rubs his tongue in circles teasingly before he captures it with his lips, sucking on it. He pushes me down even more with his hands, his tongue teasing my entrance. 

I decide to kneel to give him better access to my entrance, feeling his tongue inside of me, trying to reach as far as he can. I let my head fall back in pleasure, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his hot wet tongue fucking my insides. I press down a little bit more, suffocating him for a few seconds in which he moves his tongue, brushing my walls teasingly. 

I suck on my own fingers, wetting them to rub my clit but I miss them as soon as they leave my mouth. I lick my lips at the sight of his bulge but I want to keep teasing him. I touch him above his clothes, making him groan and send vibrations that make me whimper. He bucks his hips up, searching for more friction but I am too horny to keep teasing him. I pull the zipper down and let him stand tall in front of me. He is already leaking some precum that I spread with my hand. I give him some licks as he keeps tongue fucking my hole and sucking on my clit, my legs starting to wiggle.

“Fuck, baby” he groans when he feels how I deep-throat him the first time. I pull my hips down to shut him up, ordering to keep eating if he wants to feel it again. I bob my head along his length, my tongue flat against him. 

I finally stand up, looking back at him licking his lips, half of his face covered in my own juices that has been dripping down during this whole time. I kneel on his lap, rubbing his cock against my lips a couple of times before I push him in, feeling how he spreads my walls with his thick girth. 

“Chanyeol… fuck…” I open my eyes after a couple of seconds, watching him bite on his lower lip, his face lost in pleasure. 

I roll my hips, feeling his length coming in and out, filling me up. I close my eyes, focusing the way he rubs my walls as I clench around him. His groans start to get louder, his breath uneven as I move faster and deeper. 

I take his tied hands to pull them above his head and see his muscles flexed once again. I stand on my feet, getting a better angle that makes him rolls his eyes. 

“You love my pussy, don't you?” I ask him, digging my nails on his chest. “You love how tight and wet I am” 

“Fuck, Aki” he closes his eyes gain, gritting his teeth trying to hold back. “Fuck, I'm…” 

“Yeah, baby, cum inside my tight pussy” he rolls his eyes, moving his hips upwards to meet mine as he shoots his climax inside of me. I rub my clit as I watch him lose himself in pleasure, feeling close to my own release with just the sight of him, of how I made him feel. 

“Just give me fifteen minutes and I will fuck you senseless,” I laugh at his words, at how he has his eyes still closed to get down from his high. 

“It is okay, don't worry” I untie his wrists carefully, rubbing them and giving some pecks on his inner palm before he leans closer to cup my face. “Let's get you a bath and brush your teeth” 

“Why are you treating me like that?” He asks with a shy smile. “I am okay, baby”

“This is what you usually do to me...” I whisper, my cheeks suddenly blushing in embarrassment. “You take me to have a bath and calm my body” 

“Because what I do to you leaves you sensitive and sore, that's why I always make sure you are okay” I look away, even more embarrassed. “But it is actually cute you told me that and it is even cuter that you are embarrassed now”

“Shut up!” He chuckles, giving some kisses on my neck as I try to think in something else that is not what has just happened. 

“But I will take the offer, I do need to clean my face” He kisses my neck softly, his arms pressing my body against his. “Why don’t you go upstairs and fill the bath as I clean this mess?” 

“I will wait for you upstairs” 

Bathing with Chanyeol has turned to be one of my favorite things. I love being between his arms, feeling his strong body holding me as the hot water calms not only my muscles but my mind too. Spending a few hours in the bath or the hot tube when I was in Japan after a long tiring day has been my ritual and I am more than happy to share it with him now.

“So we count that as your sixth try?” he suddenly asks, making me laugh. “You almost caught me there” 

“You silly” he pecks me cheek, his thumb rubbing my palm slowly. 

“I love you so much… I will never get tired of saying those things,” he whispers, leaving some kisses on my shoulders. “And do not worry; I am not waiting for an answer” 

I am not ready. 

I am not ready to confess what I already know I feel about him. 

I am in love with him.  

I love Park Chanyeol. 

It has been almost four months since I came here to South Korea, since Park Chanyeol came into my life and changed it completely. I need to accept the fact this is my life and this is the man I would probably spend the rest of my days with. The strange thing is that I do not complain or dislike the idea. Last month have been one of the best time of my life: Kyungsoo is now my best friend; Jongin and I love going hunting together and sharing our tricks; Baekhyun and I come back and forth to Japan to expand the business and Chanyeol… 

Chanyeol is the man. 

I do not have a reason why I fell in love with him but at the same time, I have all of them. I have always thought working alone is better but that was because I had not found Chanyeol yet. He is the one that calms my impulses when I am about to do something that would likely fail but he lets me have my fun. We love the power we radiate when we are together, the frighten stares of our enemies when they see us walking in, the Deathly Couple as we have been baptized in the dark worlds of Asia. 

Our chemistry includes the bedroom -or whatever place we find. We cannot keep our hands from each other. I would have never thought sex could be so addictive but his body is unreal. The way he knows what I need, how I like it, how he is able to destroy my sanity and fuck me so good I almost pass out of pleasure. 

After what happened when I was a child, sex was the last thing I wanted to do or enjoy. Sex was banned before, even the word was blamed to me but it did not took long until I realized how men are so weak when it comes to use their cocks. The times I have ever used sex was to get what I wanted and kill the man after. No pleasure, no enjoyment, no emotion. Learning about sex has been like learning any other type of martial art: tricks to seduce a man, learning how to do it properly not to hurt myself or my partner… nothing more than learning how to use a weapon. 

Everything changed when Park Chanyeol used his tongue on me. Everything changed when my body asked for him, asked for more. Everything changed when he made sure I was having the time of my life in our first time. And nothing is enough now, I cannot get enough of him. 

Park Chanyeol is a God of sex and he is only mine. 

I like the idea of him being mine and only mine. 

But there are some things we have not shared with each other yet. My childhood, my roots, the reason why I am like this now. And his deep scars on his back, the reason why he is so scared of his parents that he seems to shrink in front of them… there are deep scars in our hearts that we have not shared yet. 

And maybe it is the time now. 

I cannot tell him I love him, not yet, but at least I can let he know he is the person I trust the most if I tell him about me, about my past and the consequences.  

“My birth name is Kim Jieun, as you already know” I start as I hold his hands. “My parents were Korean, even though I was born in Japan so that's why I know how to speak your language and your traditions too” 

I take a deep breath, trying to gain some strength. This is the first time I am actually talking about this with someone, not even Mackenyu knows about my past by me but Father told him with my consent. This is Park Chanyeol, my husband, the man I love, and everything will be all right so there is no worries on telling him. He promised to take care of me and love me for the rest of his life. 

“My parents were… they were into drugs and gambling and all those things we actually control nowadays. They kept losing money, so much money that they…” I close my eyes, trying to be strong and let it out of me as calm as possible. “They started selling me to the men they owed money. I was eight, you know? Just a child and the things they did to me… I will never forget that” 

“Tell me you already killed them because if not I will fly to Japan and torture them to death” he whispers, gritting his teeth but I decide to keep on with my story. 

“I am not sure what they did but Father came to the house I lived and they took me away from them. I was scared to death but Father told me he was going to make me the greatest killer, a perfect weapon so I could destroy any one that hurt me” Chanyeol kisses the crock of my neck softly, pulling me closer to his body. “And that's what I did… I kill them all. I owe my life to Father, thanks to him I am the woman I am today” 

“And you are amazing” my cheeks blush harder than before and he turns my face to peck my lips slightly. “Thank you for sharing that with me, I know how much it means to you” 

“You do not need to thank me,” I whisper as I turn around straddling his lap. “But you are the first person I tell this myself”

I cup his face to kiss him, some sweet pecks to feel his lips and his love. He puts his hands on my waist, his thumbs rubbing my hipbones as we share some sweet kisses. Sharing my truth with Chanyeol has not been as difficult as I thought. I knew he would not judge or leave. He has stayed by my side, giving me some kisses and smiles to calm me down after sharing my story with him. 

I lean on his forehead, rubbing our noses together as we look into each other's eyes. He pecks my lips again before he cups my face and looks at me lovingly. I love the way he looks at me, I feel all his love and care in his eyes and this new feeling makes me feel complete, like I have never felt before. 

“My training was brutal, Akiko” he whispers. “I killed my first man when I was seven and… the scars on my back -that I know you always look at- were caused by my own father. He had this whip… that every time I showed any emotion that was not considered appropriate I got whipped so hard you could actually see the bones” 

“How did you live with that?” I ask him, rubbing his cheek slowly, feeling my eyes getting wet. “Now I do want to kill your parents” 

“What happened back there… You had the guts to tell them those things, to defend me like I have never been able to do for myself,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “I loved how you called me your husband and how you stood up for me” 

“You asked me to be your wife, to be by your side and that is what I did, what I will always do” his smile is so bright that I cannot help but smile with him. “No one messes with my husband if I am here to avoid it” 

“I love you, Akiko” he pulls me closer to crash our lips together, his hands going down my ass to grab my ass cheeks and give them a squeeze to pull me closer and feel his already hard cock. “Fuck, I love you so much” 

“How do you love me if your parents tortured you to erase feelings from you?” I ask him, stroking his length slowly, making him close his eyes as he is still sensitive from before. 

“That is the power you have over me” I bite my lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “You are making me feel so many emotions I could not even recognize because they were locked on the bottom of my heart”

I push him inside, moaning as I feel how hard he actually is. I move my hips slowly, feeling how he stretches my wall with his thick girth. I hug his neck, looking for some support as I move my hips slowly, enjoying every inch before I pull back in again.

“You make me feel things too” I whisper, my cheeks back to their usual red color, as every time we talk about us. “And you are always making me blush like a child so…”

“I love when you blush, baby, and I love the fact that I am the only one I can make the dangerous Kunoichi blush like a teenager” I roll my eyes hitting his chest playfully but he pulls me closer until our lips crash together. “Ready for a night full of orgasms?” 

“I’m always ready for that” 

“What are you doing here?” Father asks when I suddenly walk into his studio. He stands up, walking to me with worry on his eyes as he sees my state. “Akiko…”

“I'm fine” he grabs my wrist, watching the purple marks Chanyeol has left when he tried to hold me down a couple of hours ago. He lifts my face, watching the swollen patch on my temple and my eyes red from crying.

“I am going to kill him, Akiko, I do not care anymore” Father's eyes shine in anger but I shake my head, looking away.

“He is worse than me, Father; he was trying to stop me from killing him. Remember the deal?” he sighs in annoyance when he remembers what I am talking about. “I came here because I need to solve some business”

I pull away, walking towards the black leather sofa at the other end of the room. I try to hide the mock of pain in my ribs when I sit, trying not to worry him anymore than what he should. The pains stings, I am sure I have my ribs damaged by the tray he threw at me but I just need to stay still and not move around as much as I keep doing.

“I thought you two were getting along well” Father sits behind his desk, breathing heavily after his words. “Mackenyu told me he was very nice with you, that he looked at you with care and everything you told us…”

“It was nothing, Father, I promise” He frowns deeply, his brows almost together in a thick line. “We had a heated argument and we ended up trying to kill each other but that is just our daily life. It is kind of a love-hate relationship”

“So you do love him?” He asks. I light up a cigarette to try to avoid answering his question right away. Father knows me too well to lie to him. “Akiko”

“It is not love, Father, I do not love him but we have this weird connection… And I am comfortable around him, I even cried in front of him” The nicotine helps me relax my muscles, closing my eyes as the smoke fills my lungs.

I have not smoked a lot since I left. It is not like Chanyeol forbid it or something but because my body has not asked for it. The cigar taste like glory, not only because of the addictive substance now on my body, but because it is making me feel like home again.

I am home… right?

“Don't think about my wounds, he tries to make me feel… comfortable. Baekhyun and Jongin treat me like I am their boss, Kyungsoo is like a friend but we had a big fight last night and I need time away from him before I kill him” I decide to explain because I know he is going to keep asking me until I finally give up.

“What should I do if he shows up?” He lights a cigarette for himself, coming closer to sit on the armchair in front of me. “Should I let him in?”

~~~~~

I would say I have missed the hot tub but the one on my room is much better than this one to be honest. The bubbles, the sakura scent, the hot water… everything makes me calm down from the stress of the previous day. It has been just a few hours since the fight and my body aches in too many places. I know he held back when he was fighting but not as much as the previous times because he knew I was ready to slice his throat when I had the chance. He threw the tray right to my ribs with so much force I felt breathless for a moment, the back of my head hurts because he threw me against the wall, and my wrist and forearms are left with bruises of his hands. It has been rough and bold but I really tried to kill him this time.

This sudden burst of anger coming from his words… First, he said I was bad at blowing him when he was obviously about cum and I did not do even half of what I know. Then, he was thinking about doing it with a whore. A fucking whore. He has been so mad at me for simply thinking I have slept with someone and now he wanted to sleep with another woman. How dares he say that? I thought he liked me, I thought he only wanted to be with me…

Wait.

“Am I jealous?”

I cannot be jealous.

But my rage last night showed otherwise… No, I cannot be jealous. I have no feelings towards him to be jealous.  

“ONEECHAN!!” I cover my face when Mackenyu jumps into the water laughing softly at his childish behavior. “YOU ARE HERE!!!”

“I know” his face suddenly changes when he sees my state but I try to cover the big purple bruise on my side because I do not want to worry him.  “It is nothing, I am okay and don't ask me about this”

“Was it him?” He asks, ignoring my protests. “Tell me, Oneechan”

“I tried to kill him but trust me, he was worse than me” he remains silent, a deep frown on his face. “Stop, okay? I just need to be at home and hang with you and have fun like we used to do”

~~~~~

I stumble on the small steps before the main door, dragging Mackenyu down on the floor with me. We both laugh hysterically, too drunk to care about anything.

“Okay, I am just going to sleep here” I roll around until I manage to cuddle against his side, resting my head on his chest. “I am too drunk to walk”

“You are still wounded, you need a bed” Mackenyu stands up before he carries me bridal style since I struggle to get up from the floor. “You are such a baby”

“I'm heartbroken, that's different” Mackenyu shakes his head in disapproval but I decide to ignore him.

The wounds on my body are already healed even though there are still some light purple marks on the skin. What aches the most is the fact that it has already been two weeks since I came here and Chanyeol has not contacted yet. I have had my phone with me all the time, both Korean and Japanese phones waiting for a message or a phone call but nothing came… for two whole weeks.

“He hasn't even called me, you know?” I murmur, licking my lower lip. “I expected him to call me to be honest…”

“Akiko”

That voice.

I must be already sleeping. Mackenyu stops walking and turns around, facing the living room. I look over my shoulder but he is there, waiting with Baekhyun by his side. I manage to escape from Mackenyu's embrace to walk to him but I stop on my tracks since I remember I should be angry and not running to him.

“What are you doing here?” I try my best to sound sober but I am too drunk and it clearly shows. Baekhyun leaves the place, taking Mackenyu with him to let us have some privacy. “You shouldn't be here”

“I miss you” Chanyeol walks slowly, as he is trying not to scare me. “I am sorry, Akiko, I am sorry for everything I said because I was angry and I drank too much and I… there is no justification”

“You hurt me…” I whisper, looking away as I feel his hands around my waist. I let my hands rest on his chest, biting my lower lip.

“I know and I am sorry…” I hit his chest softly with my fist before I pull away from him. No. I am drunk but I do not want to give in so easily.

“I trusted you! I was opening up to you but you fucked it up!” I hold into the wall, as I feel dizzy, the alcohol already making me feel nauseous. “Why did you do that? We were so good, Chanyeol, I did trust you but then… and why haven't you called in a whole week, huh? Is it true what everybody says? Is it true I am just a mere weapon to you? I was opening to you, letting you in but you just-”

I cannot continue because I have his lips on mine. I hug his neck; pulling him closer to me like there is no tomorrow because I have missed him so much. I missed his kisses, his scent, and his body against mine. I have missed Park Chanyeol even after what he said to me. I have missed him so bad it even ached me physically.

The kiss soon turns messy, half because of my intoxicated self and half of pure need. Chanyeol holds me behind my thighs, pulling me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist to keep me closer to his body.

“None of that is true, Aki” he whispers between breaths, looking at me “I like you so fucking much; you cannot imagine how awful it has been without you. You have no idea. I do not even care for the fight or for anything. I want you with- no, I need you with me”

My heart clenches with his words. I feel breathless, like I am about to pass out but I cannot control the huge grin on my face. Maybe I do like him more than I thought. Maybe I do feel many things beside hate. Maybe he woke up some feelings from their slumber. I hide my face on the crock of his neck as he chuckles, his hands rubbing my thighs softly.

Or maybe I do feel all of that because I am drunk. Maybe when I wake up everything feels like a dream and not as real as they feel now. Maybe everything is a lie and he only wants me for my power in Japan and because everyone is scared to face me. Maybe I am being just a little child with the need to feel loved and I am letting my emotions take over with the wrong person.

I close my eyes, trying to avoid the tears but it is impossible. I feel like my head is going to explode right now and I cannot make a decision. My head against my heart. Rational versus irrational.

“Let's take you to bed; we will talk about this tomorrow when you are sober, okay?”

I keep my face hiding on his neck, feeling how it is getting wet with my quiet sobbing but he decides to remain silent for now. Chanyeol leaves me on the bed carefully, a soft smile on his face as he takes his shirt and jeans off.

Chanyeol's body is a masterpiece, everything sculpted by gods: from his height, to his defined body to his big ego. He kneels the bed, taking my jeans off and the strap on my thigh with the blade, leaving it on the bedside table where I like to keep it at nights.

Chanyeol cuddles me from behind, my body practically covered by his but I feel safe on his arms. This strange feeling I always have around him. I feel safe, secured on his embrace even after everything that has happened. I turn around on the bed, feeling a little bit dizzy because of the alcohol but I want to look at his face one last time before I fall asleep. I tangle our legs together, pulling us closer as he wraps his hand around my waist. I can see his face thanks to the moonlight coming from the window, the way he is looking at me with a soft smile, biting his lower lip as he rubs my back.

“What did you do to me? I cannot live without you…” he whispers, closing his eyes. “You tried to break a bottle of wine in my head but I kept throwing heart eyes at you”

“That is because you are an idiot” he chuckles, pulling me even closer to let some butterfly kisses on my cheeks.

“I am an idiot because I am falling in love with you” my heart stops for a second, leaving me breathless before I look up at him.

I cannot believe he said those words. Is he saying those words? Is he falling in love with me? I close my eyes, trying to compose as my heart is beating like crazy, as it is about to explode on my chest anytime soon. I decide to look at him, to check if he is saying the truth or not but the sight of his soft eyes and cute smile makes it even harder.

“I do not expect you to feel the same, Akiko, but I need you to know I am being honest”

My body decides to act on its own this time. I pull him down on the bed, jumping on top of him as I straddle his lap. My lips look for his, crashing them together as I close my eyes. I know I cannot answer him back but I still feel things for him even though I need to sort them out. Chanyeol holds my waist, pulling me down on him as he sits to have better access to my mouth.

The kiss is messy and needy, Chanyeol sucking on my tongue, biting my lips and his hands moving my hips so our crotches rub together. A moan escapes my lips when his hands grab my ass, squeezing it softly and pulling me closer to him, to feel his hard bulge.

“You are drunk” Chanyeol manages to say between kisses. “I do not want you to regret this”

“I am not drunk anymore” Chanyeol leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands pulling on the hem of the underwear. “I want to do this… I need you…”

Chanyeol pulls me down to the bed, hovering my body as his lips find my nipples above the shirt. He bites them softly, the fabric getting wet as he abuses them for a few seconds before he gets rid of the shirt. I groan, feeling a shiver when they are exposed to the cool of the room but Chanyeol is quick to cover one of them with his mouth while his fingers flick the other one. I move my hips, searching for some contact as my walls clench around nothing. Chanyeol is quick to comply, pulling closer so I rub against his hard-on.

“Chanyeol! Stop teasing!” I whine, my fingers on his black locks as I pull him away. He only smirks before he starts kissing my underboob, leaving a trail of kisses to my underwear.

“Fuck, you are so wet already” he chuckles, nuzzling his nose on my slit on top of the panties but he does not take much longer before he takes them off.

Chanyeol holds my legs, pulling them apart as he starts licking my slit, making me roll my eyes. His tongue does magic, the way he swirls it on the most important places to make my legs shake in pleasure, how he thrusts it in, teasing my entrance for what is about to come.

I am a moaning mess, I cannot think straight because my head is flooded with the pleasure his tongue is giving me, my walls clenching and my hips moving unconsciously against his face. I need more; I need him whole right now.

“Chanyeol…” I manage to say between moans, pulling him down so he fucks me deeper with his tongue. “Fuck me, please, Chanyeol… your cock, please”

“You taste so good, baby”

Chanyeol licks from top to bottom before he digs his tongue inside of me again, teasing my entrance as his thumb rubs my clit. I feel like I am losing it, loud moans leaving my mouth as I hold into the bedsheets. My body keeps trembling as he devours my lips; my insides feel like fire and I know what is coming soon if he does not stop. One of his huge fingers slides in easily, rubbing my inner walls as he is looking for something. His tongue swirls around my entrance before it rubs my clit, pressing down enough to send a shiver up my spine.

“FUCK!! CHANYEOL, STOP OR I WILL-”

His finger starts rubbing a sensitive spot, abusing it the same way his mouth is destroying the last bit of sanity left. My body acts on its own, my hips moving up asking for more, my legs shaking violently and my head falls back as I feel a strong orgasm ruining my body. I cannot stop moaning his name, my nails digging holes on the bed sheets as I feel how my insides clench around him as some fluids escape my body. I have no control over it but Chanyeol seems to like it since he replaces his finger with his tongue again.

I feel them running down my body into the mattress; leaving everything wet but I could not care less. I still see white when I open my eyes, my chest heavy as I try to calm down from my high even though it is difficult when Chanyeol is kissing my legs and leaving love bites all over my inner thighs.

When I manage to open my eyes, I wish I had not do it. Chanyeol is wet. He is literally covered in whatever thing came out of me as I orgasmed. His chest is sparkling wet and he is wiping his mouth with his forearm as he crawls on top of me again.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen” Chanyeol growls, hiding his face on my neck as he rubs his shaft on my wet slit. “I almost came just from watching you”

“Chanyeol…” I move my hips up, looking for more friction until I feel him poking my entrance. I pull closer, biting my lower lip when it finds the way in just a little bit.

Chanyeol holds my face, leaning in for a kiss that is interrupted with our moans. I am so wet that his light movement pushed himself inside even more. The kiss is long forgotten as he thrusts in slowly, my eyes closed in pure bliss as I finally have his cock stretching my tight walls. I hug his waist with my legs, pushing him down deeper inside me.

“Fuck, Akiko…” Chanyeol’s voice is deep, his breathing heavy as he thrusts in slowly. “Your pussy is better than I imagined: it is so hot and wet I could cum right now”

“You are so big” I moan, moving my hips against his to search from some fiction. “You fill me up so well”

“Stop talking like that…”

Chanyeol grabs my hands above my head, our foreheads together as he roams against my body, wet sounds echoing the room. I do not hold back my moans as I feel how hard he is, how he is ruthlessly thrusting inside. I cannot keep my eyes open as my mind is in another world right now but I try to return to this reality in which Park Chanyeol is fucking me to unconsciousness. I dig my nails on his back, scratching all the way down from shoulders to his sides. Chanyeol groans in pain but it only makes his keep going even harder than before.

Chanyeol rolls us around until I am on top of him, my legs at his sides. He moves my hips for a few seconds until I start doing it myself, holding into his shoulders for some support. I am not sure what I am doing since his lips and tongue are devouring my nipples until they are left red and swollen; the familiar feeling growing on the pitch of my stomach again.

Overwhelmed is not enough to describe how I am feeling right now.

Chanyeol grabs my hair, pulling me down to lock our lips together in a messy kiss. I moan into his mouth when I feel his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he holds my head to attack my neck. I can barely keep riding him, my legs shaking with all the sensations running my body and how close I am to finish for the second time.

“Move, baby” his hands moving my waist are accompanied with his deep voice.

“I’M-” I cannot even finish what I am about to say, my nails digging on his biceps as I ride my second orgasm of the night. My legs are shaking violently, seeing white as I feel how fire runs my body again. My insides clench around his until I feel his hot climax inside of me, his hands leaving fingerprints on my thighs.

I breathe deeply, trying to calm down even though my eyes do not open and my legs keep shaking.

This is how orgasms are supposed to feel like.

Chanyeol releases his tight hold on my legs before he hugs me, kissing my shoulders and neck, and rubbing my back as I rest against his body. I finally open my eyes, still seeing sparkles but I feel I have calmed down enough now. Chanyeol keeps touching my body, giving sweet caresses all the skin he has abused since he has not held back a little bit.

“I finished inside, babe, we’ll go to the clinic tomorrow, okay?” he lifts my chin to make me look at him, a sweet smile on his face as he talks.

“I take pills, idiot” I whisper, my hands reaching for his head to give him a small smack. He chuckles before he leans down to kiss me for the nth time tonight.

“You look so beautiful like this, all wasted and flustered” he says, his thumb stroking my chin softly. “I want to make love to you every night; I want to see this face before I fall asleep”

“Idiot” I close my eyes, feeling the slumber take over me after the roller coaster this night has been.

Chanyeol leans back on the bed, taking me with him and hugging me on the process. I feel the blankets covering my body as I lie on top of him, his fingers rubbing my back as we cuddle to sleep just like this.

“Sleep, my baby girl” he whispers, giving some kisses on top of my head.

“You are still inside” I manage to say fighting sleep for a few seconds.

“Don’t worry about that, just sleep, baby”

~~~~~

My heart hurts; even opening my eyes feels like I am being stabbed in the eyes. I should not have drunk that much last night... I turn around to look at Chanyeol, who is sleeping peacefully on his right side, his lips half open in a cute pout. How can the most dangerous man look like a cute puppy when he sleeps? His words from last night rumble on my head: how much he said he cares about me, how he is falling in love with me… My heart starts beating with the thought of them being true. What if he is only trying to manipulate me to get me back? How could he say those things when I have tried to kill him so many times? When we said those hurtful things to each other?

I stand up, taking my underwear from the floor and his shirt before I head out of the balcony. I need some fresh air to calm down and clear my thoughts.

Last night with Chanyeol was magical to be honest. I gave him more than I have never given everyone. I have trusted him, been loyal… Everything that Father has taught me is that the clan is the most important thing in the world; the clan is above ourselves, above everything. Trust, loyalty and respect to the clan and no one else. My heart and body belonged to the clan. If I agreed on the arranged married was because the clan was in danger and I sacrificed myself for the deal, for the family.

Then Park Chanyeol happened.

Park Chanyeol not the mafia lord everyone is afraid of but Park Chanyeol the man who cuddles me to sleep and treats me as I am his most precious possession. We had this weird connection between us that makes me gravitate around him, that makes me lose my principles and want to be with him. He destroyed my walls, he found his way to my heart even when I tried to push him away but I do not want to do it anymore.

I do not want to fight back but there is a part of me that has been trained to distrust people. I want to trust his words, to believe he is being honest with me and that he loves me.

Love.

I never thought feeling loved would be so addicting but here I am wishing with all my strength he does loves me for real. Does that mean I love him too? I am not sure. Love equals trust; and I am not sure if I will ever be able to trust him fully even though I want to try with my whole heart.

I am already trying. If not, I would not question myself this way; I would not fight with myself like I have ever done.

Nakamura Akiko, the Kunoichi fighting with herself over a man… I never thought I would live up to see this day.

I gasp in surprise when I feel a pair of hands around me, holding my waist and pulling me back to him. Chanyeol kisses my neck lovingly, greeting with a deep good morning with his husky morning voice.

“Good morning, Chanyeol” I smile, turning around to look at his handsome face and greet him with a kiss but I stop when I see the purple mark on his right jawline and his broken lips. Is he still that sore from the fight? "Please tell me you got into a fight and I didn't do any of these"

"Well…" I hold his bandaged forearm where I stabbed him, biting my lower lip as the images of our fight come back to me. "I am okay, don't worry, babe. I said some hurtful words I shouldn't have and we both hurt each other"

“Is Kyungsoo angry because I destroyed his kitchen? I need to apologize to him” I whisper, my fingers rubbing circles on his chest. “I did not think about that”

“He is not angry at you but at me” he chuckles, making me look at him. “He does not even speak to me and makes Jongin or Baekhyun act like a mediator. He is angry because I acted like a child and not like the mature mafia lord I am supposed to be. Because instead of protecting my wife like I should have done, I got mad because she left in the middle of it”

“Well, it wasn't that good, right?” He rolls his eyes, a sigh leaving his mouth as I chuckle. Chanyeol pulls me up to sit on the railing so we can be at the same eye level and I hold him closer with my legs around his waist.

“I did not mean any of that, Aki. I tried to hold it so bad since the beginning I thought I was a fucking virgin getting his first blowjob” I laugh at his words, looking away slightly embarrassed. “What happened last night was so mind-blowing! You are so sexy and your body… you are a sin”

“Did you mean what you said to me last night?” I ask him, our lips brushing together softly. “What you told me about falling in love with me”

“If I have not contacted you during this week is because I have been trying to sort out my feelings for you, Akiko” he explains. Chanyeol cups my face, his thumb slowly stroking my cheeks as he looks at me right on my eyes as he speaks. “When I made the deal with your Father, I accepted to marry you because I was being pressured on getting a wife and a family by my evil parents so I decided that you were the perfect candidate: you are stunning, dangerous, you know how this whole world works… What I did not expect was that you would change my life to that extent that I would really fall in love with you, that you would destroy every bit of knowledge I had about myself. These last months I have been in a constant battle between letting you in and being vulnerable or push you away because you might just take advantage and I would lose everything. These weeks, I decided I do not care about that anymore. I want to be happy and you make me the happiest. If you want to betray me or kill me or anything, go ahead but for the time being, I want to be with you, make love to you every night, take care of you and all those fluffy things a husband is supposed to do”

I am speechless.

I was not expecting that. I was not expecting a full confession when I asked him. I feel dizzy with his words, my head spinning with the echoes of his speech as I try to look for an answer. Our gazes connect again. I am overwhelmed because he is full of love, of care, his eyes shining in excitement.

“I don't expect an answer, don't worry” he smiles so genuinely my heart clenches. Why does he has so much power over me? Why does he affect me like this? “I know you are fighting your own battle with yourself so just take your time to figure out your feelings”

I do not want to think anymore. He is right. I am in a constant battle with myself and I am already tired this morning so I am going to let myself do as it pleases for the rest of the day whether it is to have sex with him again or punch his stomach.

“Fuck me” I suddenly whisper, surprising myself since I cannot remember telling my brain to say that. “Put my mind at peace for a while and make love to me”

“Don’t worry; I will make you forget your own name”

The red dress I find lying on the bed is beautiful. I had already chosen some other dress I bought with me but this is definitely better. I check the black pair of Louboutin high heels next to it and the jewelry placed on a box. There is a thin diamond choker and two small diamond earrings. I take them to check if they are real, looking under the lights of the room. It will be a shame to kill someone in such a beautiful dress but it is his money going to waste, not mine.

The knife is standing at one side of the dress; the harness I always use with the sheath is now clean and back to being as black as when I bought it.

Did he really take everything into consideration? It is true I spend a couple of hours in the jacuzzi but I did not hear him coming back and forth from my room...

I turn around when I hear some knocking on the door and I close my robe as I only have the expensive lace underwear he left on my room earlier. I do not know what he is expecting but I decided to comply and put them on. I love expensive lingerie and tonight is a special occasion anyways.

“Hello” there is a girl behind the door. I kirk my eyebrows, confused about her presence. Who the hell is she? She looks away, trying to avoid my strong gaze. “Mr. Park hired me to do your makeup and you hair…”

“Come in”

I close the door behind her and she walks straight to the vanity, leaving her things and quickly taking brushes and palettes from her bag.

I decide to let her do. We do not exchange a simple word since I already know Chanyeol has given her explicit instructions to get me ready. If he has even chosen my underwear, I know he has probably picked the shade of lipstick I am wearing for the night. The girl starts with my manicure since my hands are a little bit messy from the training and my nails look awfully broken. The black nail polish covers everything. I like the color. Black as my soul.

Once she finishes with the smokey eyes and the red lips of my makeup, she changes to my hair. She brushes the wet locks before she takes the dryer to blow it. She is gentle as she does it, apologizing every time she thinks she might has hurt me. She lets my hair fall long down my waist, giving volume so it follows my movements. The truth is I have never looked better before.

“I will tell Mr. Park to hire you from now on,” I tell her and she nods, a small smile on her lips. “Help me with the dress too”

She helps me with the jewelry first and then with the dress. It leaves my whole back to the public so I decide to take my bra off. The dragon tattoo can be seen completely as the dress does not start until my lower back. The slit of the front is on my left leg, reaching almost the top of my thigh but I like it since I can move comfortably if something happens.

The girl is shocked when she sees me putting on the harness with the dagger on the right leg but she decides to keep quiet and look for the heels to help me put them on.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as she kneels in front of me.

“Lee Hayeon, Miss” she whispers in a small voice.

“Where did Mr. Park find you?” I look at myself in the mirror, checking everything is on its place.

“On Instagram. He contacted me to hire me for this” she explains as she looks at me through the mirror.

“Relax, Hayeon, I am not going to hurt you” she nods slowly. “Do you want to accept the offer? I am sure Mr. Park will offer good money and if not, I will”

“Thank you, Mrs. Park”

“I’m not Mrs. Park, I’m Ms. Nakamura, even Akiko but I am not Mrs. Park”

“I’m sorry! He told me I should address you as Mrs. Park” I clench my fist as I imagine him laughing at his own words.

“That bastard…” I groan.

My Korean phone starts ringing and I decide to pick it up since I watch his name on the screen. Why is he phoning me and not coming into the room like a normal person?

“What?” I ask him with the rudest tone possible.

“It’s time to go, Mrs. Park”

“Why didn’t you come here to tell me?” I ask as I check myself one last time before I pick the long fur coat of the bed.

“Your room in in the third flood and it is not leg day today” he chuckles at the other side of the line.

“You idiot” I hang up as I hear him laugh and I look at the girl as she is ready to leave.

“Let me take the coat for you” I hand it to her, walking away as she follows behind.

When I finally reach the ground floor, they are all sitting on the living room. Chanyeol has a drink on his hands as he talks with Baekhyun but he stops mid-sentence when he sees me. I smirk, knowing the effect I have on him. He is left open mouthed as I walk closer to him, my leg showing with every step I take forward. A low wow leaves his lips, his eyes going up and down my body before I slowly turn around to let him look at my back.

“This is the first time I see Boss speechless,” Baekhyun says as he chuckles. “But you do look stunning, Akiko”

“Thank you, Byun, those are the first good words I hear from you” he shrugs before he drinks a little and I go back to look at Chanyeol who is still looking at me as he has seen a wonder of the world.

“Should we be going?” I ask and the tall man in front of me finally nods, getting out of the trance he has been in for the last minutes.

Jongin is in charge of driving to the hotel the party is supposed to take place in. Chanyeol talks about the plan for the night, how I have to stick with him as Jongin and Baekhyun are going to roam around trying to find the person before he manages to do anything. I complain since I am much more useful if they let me do whatever I want but Chanyeol is being an asshole and does not change his mind about it.

I leave the coat to the girl on the cloakroom before we enter the ballroom where the cocktail party is supposed to take place. I grab Chanyeol’s arm, walking together as we are happily just married. I can feel eyes on me as we walk in. I soon recognize the big faces of the Asian mafia as we walk, Chanyeol greeting some people with his head until he stops to grab two cups filled with champagne.

“Everyone is looking at you” Chanyeol says as he hands me one of them.

“Are you even surprised?” He chuckles before he drinks, shaking his head.

“I can't believe you managed to get yourself the Kunoichi” I turn around to look at the man who has spoken to us. The tall blonde Chinese Butcher is standing right there in his expensive black suit. I smile, knowing how bad I am going to tease Chanyeol about this.

“I agreed on coming, he didn't get himself anything” I explain, my eyebrows irked. He takes my hand to kiss the back of it and I wink at the man.

“Wu Yifan at your service, Kunoichi” Chanyeol pulls my hand away from Yifan's and I cannot help but chuckle at his action.

“Cut the crap, Kris” Chanyeol grabs my hand, our finger interlocked as he glares at his friend. “Where is Tao?”

“He is following the plan we established” Chanyeol nods, looking around before he smirks at me.

“Start hunting, babe, show this people what you are capable of” he lets go of my hand but I know I cannot move far from him, at least not this early.

There are not more than sixty people at the party, only five women and ten waiters that walk back and forth with food and drinks on their trays. I sometimes look at Jongin and Baekhyun, who shake their heads, as they have found nothing around.

Yifan and Chanyeol spend the night sticking to each other, talking and making fun of people. He introduces me, The Kunoichi of the Nakamura clan, as his soon-to-be-wife. His arm is always around my waist or touching my back, guiding me across the room and getting my attention when I am too focused looking for the man in question.

Something catches my attention. My instincts are never wrong so I decide to follow them. I watch an old man looking to one of the waiter and they both share and intense gaze before they nod. The waiter start walking in our direction and I decide to walk to him, moving between the people not to catch his attention. I see how he takes a pen from his hand and points it at Chanyeol. I finally reach him, turning the pen around so it is pointing to his stomach.

“Do you think you can come here and try to kill my husband before I do?” I ask him, pressing the pen harder on his stomach. “That's not fair”

I shot the pen on the perfect angle. The thin bullet drills his stomach and his spine, making him fall in the ground. Everyone around looks at the body lying on the floor and then up at me but I look at the old man who seems shocked that I have discovered them. I take my knife as I walk up to him, throwing it to hit his shoulder as he tries to run away. Some guys around him points his guns at me but Baekhyun, Jongin and some other guy get them from behind, making them drop his weapons to the ground.

“Why am I not surprised, Jung?” Chanyeol asks as he walks closer to me. “You will never learn, right? What should I do with you now?”

“Let me play with him” I suddenly says, making him chuckle. “No one dares to kill my husband and live with it”

“It is all for you, babe, show them what you are capable of” I lick my lower lip as I walk closer to him and I drag him by his hair all the way the center of the room.

I leave him upside down and I step on the wound of his back, making him groan in pain before I look at Chanyeol. I turn the man around, stepping on his chest to pull him down. I am aware people are looking at me, the famous Kunoichi in action.

“It is no fun if you don't resist” I tease, my high heels digging on his skin. “How should I kill you?”

“Slice his throat, baby”

I smirk at him before I throw my knife down as it get stuck on his neck, cutting the arteries on its way. It takes just a few seconds until his heart stop beating. I bend down to pick it up, cleaning it with his tie before I walk back to Chanyeol, who is smiling proudly.

“All of you have seen what happens when you mess with me” Chanyeol says as he grabs me by his waist. “If any of you try to kill me, you will end up dead. I thought that was already clear but I guess it is good to remind you from time to time"

Chanyeol starts walking, pulling me with him as I glare at everyone that has the guts to look right into my eyes. We walk out of the room and we take the elevator alone since Jongin and Baekhyun are taking care of the bodies.

“So… Your husband?” He asks as he pulls me against the wall of the elevator, my hands around his neck as I smirk at him. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, Akiko, you can't even imagine”

He holds me up by my thighs, pulling me up as he starts devouring my mouth. I hug his waist with my legs, pulling him closer by his nape as he grinds on me, feeling his hard on rubbing against my groin.

The doors open with a click and Chanyeol does not care that anyone might see us since he carries me on his arms, walking to one of the rooms, pushing me up against the door and leaving me on the floor right after. He takes a card from his pocket and opens one of the door before I walk in. I bite my lower lip, walking backwards as I look at him, feeling a shiver when I watch him take his jacket off and open his shirt. I lick my lips at the sight of his toned body, every muscle defined to perfection.

I unzip the side of the dress and I let it fall on the floor, leaving me naked in front of him, only my lace panties covering my groin.

“I think I have found my favorite outfit for you” Chanyeol says as he takes his shirt off. “Lace and diamonds”

I close the distance, reaching for his belt and pulling him closer. I unbuckle his belt as I look up at him, licking my lower lip. The door suddenly opens in one loud thud and I throw my knife, hitting the guy right on his left eye. I bend down to avoid the bullet, walking forward to take the knife from the body and I walk closer to the other guy to grab him by his neck and push him against the wall, hitting his hand with it to make him release it.

“Babe, these are your brother's men” Chanyeol says as he is kneeling down, opening the other's shirt to check the mark on his chest.

“Did Matsuke send you?” I ask the man trapped against the wall with the blade on his neck. “Speak or I will kill you”

“He did” I hit his head with the wall making him unconscious and he falls on the floor.

“I should send Baekhyun to kill him” Chanyeol says as he stands up and picks his phone from his pocket.

“No, I want to do it myself”  

I get dressed again as we wait for some of Chanyeol's men to take care of them. He is extremely angry both for the men trying to kill me and for being interrupted even though he does not mention the last part.

“Stop sulking, you are like a baby” I complain as I hear for the nth time how he should go back and kill him himself.

“I care about you, okay? I know you can take care of yourself but this…”

Some knocks on the door interrupts his words and he walks straight to open. Instead of the men Chanyeol was waiting for, Kris comes in followed by six men. He laughs at the scene and walks straight to sit with me on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asks him as he glares at him.

“I came to help you clean your mess, Chanyeol, your men are already busy with what you did in back in the party” he explains. “Are those more of the Jung's?”

“No, and there is nothing more you need to know” I explain as I stand up. “Chanyeol, let's go back”

~~~~~

I let the smoke leave my lungs as I smash the cigarette on the floor. The sight in front of me relaxes me but not as much as the view of the woods in front of my house in Japan.

I miss training with Mackenyu, I miss talking with Father about our business and taking my bike to race through the streets of the city at night.

This place is not as bad as I thought, I like Kyungsoo and I cannot ask for nothing more from Chanyeol but I do not want to stay here longer. The deal is not even worthy anymore. I have these weirds impulses to make out with him, the feel his body dominate mine as no one has done before. Fuck! He even managed to win over me two times! And this thing he said earlier about caring for me… What is it about? We have only known each other for a week.

I need to ask him.

I jump to my balcony from the attic before I manage to jump to his. The doors are opened and I can see him sleeping peacefully on his bed. Should I leave? I walk closer to his bed, my mind telling me to turn around and leave but my body acts on his own. I pull the covers of his right side, sliding in slowly next to him. His arm wraps my waist, pulling me against him.

“Are you okay, babe?” He asks as he pulls my hair away from my face and placing it behind my ear. I hug his waist, my fingers feeling the warm skin of his back under my fingertips.

“I'm not going to try to kill you tonight” I whisper as I close my eyes. “I will leave that for tomorrow”

“Okay” he chuckles. He kisses my forehead, pulling me even closer, one of my legs on top of his body. “Now sleep, babe, you need to rest”

I close my eyes when I feel his fingers massaging my scalp slowly, feeling how my body relaxes with his touch. I thought he would try something sexual as he always does but he is simply hugging me, trying to calm me down and not asking me questions I am not ready to answer.

Maybe he is not as bad as I thought he would be.

~~~~~

I open my eyes slowly, bothered by the sunlight and the warmth of the room. I groan, stretching my body before I get up but I suddenly hear a low chuckle beside me. I turn around to look at Chanyeol, laying on the bed with his arms behind his head as he looks at me.

“Good morning, beautiful” he greets with a cheeky grin. “How did you sleep tonight?”

“No word, to anyone” I say as I stand up from the bed but he pulls me back in. “Chanyeol!”

“Come here, baby girl” I tried to push him away but he pulls me closer. “What kind of good morning greeting to your husband is this?”

“Leave me alone!” I whine even though I am not using much force to push him away as I enjoy his kisses on my shoulders. “Chanyeol…”

“I did not expect you to cuddle me all night long” he teases as he starts kissing my arm, brushing his lips against my skin. “But I liked it, babe, you made me soft”

“Stop saying those things” he kisses the back of my hand and then my fingers before he pecks the inside as he looks at me right into my eyes. “Why do you care so much about me?” I bluntly ask him. “You don't know me”

“We are not that different, Akiko” he whispers as he looks at my eyes and slowly comes closer. “One day, when you trust me enough, we will tell each other's stories”

“Don't you already know mine?” I ask but he shakes his head.

“I know the stories people talk about you but not your side of the story” he touches my face slowly, his finger brushing my cheeks. “I don't care about what people say, I care about what you think and say”

“Hum…” he hides his head on my neck as he hugs me giving soft kisses on the crock of my neck. “Maybe one day…”

“When you feel ready” I hold his hand, our fingers intertwined as we stay like that. “Oh… I forgot to tell you but I have a present for you”

“What? What present?” I ask him and he gets up from the bed as I follow him.

He holds my hand as we walk downstairs. I still have my red nightgown and he is shirtless, wearing only his sweats but I am too curious about what he has to offer. He opens the main door and walks straight to the parking where his most useful cars are. When we pass the huge Jeep, I can see a motorbike, exactly the same motorbike I have back in Japan. I rush to it, checking every detail and making sure it is the same model. He even put the same cute ninja sticker at the back as the other had.

“Chanyeol!” I scream and he laughs at the sight. “Oh my god! It is the same! Is it really for me?”

“Yeah, only yours, Akiko” he smiles, resting his back on the jeep as he watches me jump in and start the engine, making it roar loudly. “I also got the helmet, the gloves and the leather jacket”

“Really?” I jump off the bike and I hold his face to give him a kiss. He holds my body closer to him as we keep making out, letting all the excitement flow into the kiss. He breaks the kiss first, smiling down at me as I bite my lower lip.

“Why don't we have breakfast and you go for a ride after?” He asks and I nod eagerly. “You even have a cute side”

“Shut up”

I walk away but he pulls me closer, crushing me against his chest as his lips are back on mine. I push him away playfully before I run back into the house laughing and he follows me close. He gets me when we reach the living room and he pushes me down the sofa, hovering me as he looks for my lips and we go back to making out.

It might be the excitement. It might be the fact that he bought me the bike that was one of my most precious things in Japan or maybe that I feel he really cares. But I feel some weird things on my stomach, I feel… happy?

“Wow, that's character development” Baekhyun suddenly says. We break the kiss as I look at the direction of the voice. Not only Byun is watching us from the garden but also Jongin and Kyungsoo. I push Chanyeol away, making him fall into the ground as I walk to join them for breakfast.

“The fact that we make out is compatible with our deal to kill him” I say as I pour some juice in a glass. “Right, Chanyeol?”

“She is right” Chanyeol takes a sit next to Kyungsoo and I stick my tongue out playfully. “Are Kris and Tao still destroying my guest room bed?”

“Wait, he fucks his right hand? Is he gay?” I ask in shock and they all nod like nothing.

“Do you have something against it?” Jongin asks, glaring at me and slowly getting angry.

“What? No! I was just shocked because he spent the whole night yesterday flirting with me” I say and Chanyeol chuckles.

“That was just to piss me off, idiot. But keep it in secret, okay? You know how mafia works” Chanyeol warns.

“You call me idiot but you were the one getting jealous of him even if you knew he is gay”