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Summary: “I can’t loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You’re all I have left.” she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.
This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.
Warning: A bit of sexual interaction but nothing too much, weapons, skin damage, cursing, DIOR FREAKING HOSEOK. AKA: SUPERIOR HOSEOK.
Hauling Areum away in his arms from the vent into his arms, he opened the window just to see that the cops and dogs were guarding the entire motel, just waiting for them to come back and attack. He had to think and he had to think fast or else they’ll both be dead meat. He looked around and spotted one place where the dogs nor the cops have reached yet. The garbage bin. Of course, it was disgusting but it was the only chance they got.
Hoseok’s P.O.V
I sigh as I held Areum close to my chest, there’s no way that she could be seen by the police or else it’s pretty much over for her and her family. I quickly set Areum down being careful not to to injure her even more than I already did. I had some spare time until the cops could reach this area. Taking my jacket off, I carefully wrapped it on her wounded leg so no infection would begin to grow. I had to get her back home and I had to do it fast. There she could be met with a medic. This all has me wondering if I should just drop her off at the place she belongs and leave her be. All I am is trouble in her life. I am in everybody's and I really dont give a shit. I’ve become my own nightmare that lost it’s mercy ten years ago but when it comes to her. I swear I’d do anything. I’ve become so selfish and allowed my heart to become enslaved in chains to her love. To her affection. To the way she smiles or the way the moonlight touches her soft skin.
Love is tortuous, I feel myself going on a never ending rollercoaster with her. She was the worst thing that ever happened to me but the best thing at the same time. She can’t let me go and that’s the worst part about this relationship because I know at some point she’s going to have to let me go. Not that I want to go. I want to be her dream man and offer everything she wants that she deserves but not off of blood money. I’ve never thought that one time in my life I’d be regretting being a mafia lord. Love is powerful.
All this goes through my mind as I picked her up once more and jumped into the trash can, where there were a lot of bags. Yes, it’s risky to possibly get stabbed by glass shards or bitten by a rat but it was better than prison. Our landing sound was muffled by the plastic bags. The cops were approaching so I closed the bin and hid myself and Areum to the best of my ability. There happened to be a small hole that I peeped through to see if the cops were going along their way but they weren’t. They were just guarding the whole hotel as well as their dogs. We needed a distraction so I picked up a rusted old wrench and while they werent looking aimed it at the highest window that was out of the cop’s eyesight, so of course they wouldn’t see the wrench. Once the glass broke the cops shouted and ran towards the window, holding their guns up. I took Areum when the coast was clear and silently got out of there, running far away into the woods. Once I was far enough, I slung Areum onto my back and looked into my suitcase for a pager. “I need a car sent to Eastwood Urgently.”
Eastwood was about 5 miles away but it was the only place where I knew to navigate to from here. My pager dings before a man starts to talk “Yes sir, it will take us fifteen minutes. Parked in the garage sir.”
“Thanks Jungkook. Coming home soon, prepare med for Areum. She got a bog bite...” I looked at Areum’s leg. Lines of slightly opened bloody flesh lined along her legs “And a bit of a scratch.”
As I kept walking on the cops were soon long gone or so I think. You never know in this field of work. I had a long ways to go and there was no way Areum could walk on her feet. She wasn’t very heavy so I could handle it. Walking through nature was quite nice actually. It’s not something I usually do. I had to make it to Eastwood before the sun rose because if not I could get caught by someone. I felt Areum shift her head on my back, and soon her hips.
“Baby?” I say to her as she regains her conscious. I went to a tree and sat her down onto the leaves so she could wake up and I could take a small break before we move again.
Areum’s P.O.V
An instant sting shot onto my leg as if somebody took sharp nails and dragged it along on my skin. “Augh!” I whimpered as I reached for the long bloody scratch. I saw that a sweater was wrapped around my bloody wounds. I don’t even remembered what happened after being in that vent. All I remember was darkness. “It hurts.” my voice cracks as my hands tried to rub down the cut to attempt to make it feel better but my attempts only made it worse. I wasn’t used to all this. I mean, small scars and such were common but this? My eyes began to water as the pain only got worse. It wouldn’t go away. Hoseok knelt towards me, caressing my cheeks. “Hey, you’re alright.”
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Areum felt Hoseok’s heavy breaths as he continued to walk with her in his arms. Two hours passed and they were far out of the cop’s sight. They were almost to their destination but Hoseok’s steps became slower. Areum spoke “Stop, I could walk on my own now.”
Hoseok shook his head as he kept walking. Sure, he was tired and he exhausted. He could just pass out right then and there but he wasn’t going to let go of her. “Hoseok.” Areum spoke louder as her fingers gripped his shirt. “Let me go.”
“You’ll get hurt more Areum, I’ve already done enough to you!” He didn’t let go her, he couldn’t let her go but soon enough he had to let her go. “Let’s take a break.” he panted.
Areum’s P.O.V
I laughed a little as he had to let me go sooner or later. Some long scratched lined my leg and I still felt the sting but it wasn’t unbearable. I could walk on my own now, well, at least limb. By looking at Hoseok slumped down on a tree I had to walk at this point
“Okay, just get on my shoulders.” He panted and knelt down. I chuckled a bit as I tightened the ‘band aid’ Hoseok put on my cut. “No love.” I push Hoseok’s shoulders back up. “I need to start doing things on my own.”
Five years ago.
Areum’s P.O.V
The evening of the ball was wonderful to say the less but as the sun set over the horizon the part I dreaded came. The dance. Where my parents set up certain men from different kingdoms to dance with me. Expecting me to find my one and only true love but the truth was I liked none of these stuck up petty men. They think they all have me at their fingertips when really they all disgust me. With their pristine suits, perfect smiles, and expensive rings. I was so sick of seeing all of them but especially one of them, Namjoon.
Namjoon was the richest prince there was. Everyone knew him, loved him, and loathed him. He was the number one running to marry in my parents list but certainly not on mine. Taking a class of champagne before the dance I saw Namjoon coming towards me. Even down to the way he walks irritates me. Even though he didn’t do anything to me I just didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t want him to take me away to wherever he lived and trap me as his little house wife. Oh yeah, might I mention, all of Namjoon’s ex wives told me not to marry him because he’s demanding, bratty, and a so called womanizer.
He gave me a smile and fixed his glasses and I returned with a nice gesture. Coming close he looked down to me, admiring every aspect of my long golden dress. He finally spoke “Good day my lady, I’m looking forward to out dance.”
I just smiled and nodded, just because I hated him didn’t mean I had to be rude to the guy. Even though I really wanted to punch his ass to ten buck two. His next words to me made me gag my champagne. “Maybe I could get more than a dance by the end of tonight.” He swayed away with a wink. Now I really wanted to get out of this place. That man was the epitome of sickness. The bell rung and it was already time for the dance. All the princesses gathered in front of the princes. I took my position right in front of Namjoon. The kings and queens oversaw from the tall stories. Overlooking their daughters with binoculars, seeing if they could see anything “magical.”
The dance has begun and we all followed the elaborate and precise steps to the rhythm. Princes caught us by our waist and held onto our hands tight. Twirling all around the dance floor I soon was caught by Namjoon. My soon to be king. He smirked down onto me as his hand traveled down my waist. I gave him a naïve smile but I really knew what he was doing all along. I couldn’t be more happy to spin again into another prince’s arms but Namjoon seemed disappointed that my body left his presence.
The dance went on and on and on.
“I think we have found the one for Namjoon, may he have your daughter in marriage?” Namjoon’s father exclaimed loud enough for me to hear. My body went into full shock, I just wanted to get out of there. I knew my parent’s would say yes since they’ve been rooting for us.
Spinning
Spinning
My eyes caught the guards running outside of the palace, everyone seemed distracted so I decided to discreetly take my leave. I lifted my long golden dress up and ran to where the guards were running towards. They led me all the way outside. I heard one of the guards running close so I pressed my back onto the brick wall surrounded by bushes so they wouldn’t see me.
“There he is!” One of them yelled and chased after a man. I tried to get a closer look but all I could see was a leather black mask and all black attire. He seemed to have a black turtle neck a buckles along his chest. Strange, how could he even get into the castle’s quarters. I knew I shouldn’t of but I followed the thief, looking for some new excitement. The guards lost him but I knew exactly where he was heading, the maze. He was taking a shortcut to the maze. One that could be missed by the guards. It was strange that he knew where everything was in this castle, was he one of our workers before? He entered the maze and I came after him. I saw something shiny in his hands, aw it was my bracelet. As I followed I stepped on the noisiest branch.
Dang
The thief turned back, pulling out a black gun and it sure did look terrifying. Something that’s never allowed on the grounds of the castle. “Who goes there.” He spoke. “Come out or I will shoot.”
I didn’t really have a choice, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was get shot. Well, maybe it was better than getting engaged to Namjoon. I came out of the bushes and allowed my dress to flow down. I bowed at the thief lifting two sides of my dress up. Once I analyzed his face might I say... He wasn’t bad looking, he looked pretty good for a thief actually. “Princess Bailey.”
The thief stood there for a bit, probably in shock he’s seeing me out of anyone.
Hoseok’s P.O.V
This day couldn’t get anymore stranger. I put the bracelet in my pocket but held the gun tight in my hand. I wasn’t afraid to get royal blood splattered on my clothes. “Who do you come with. Where are the guards.” For some reason she just stood in front of me. Staring me down as if I was some sort of toy in the toy store. She took a step closer to me but I took two steps back, holding my gun higher to her head. If I shot at anytime she would for sure dead. This was one bold princess. She spoke once again “That bracelet, it’s mine. But, you could have it.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“What is it for might I ask? Will you pawn it?” She seemed super calm when seeing a whole criminal right in front of her. The biggest one of Korea that is. “It’s for someone.”
“Oh a gift? How kind of you sir. If you asked me I would’ve gave it to you.”
“You don’t even know me. “
“Who are you then.” The princess smiled as she stepped closer again “I come in peace, please lower your gun.”
Not budging still I get a small intercom out of my pocket and spoke “Bring the helicopter in the maze.”
“Helicopter? That’s not very discreet. This castle is filled with security tools. You’ll surely get shot down.” She sung as her heels kicked the rocks on the ground.
I thought about it and she did have a point. “Cancel the helicopter..” I turned the intercom off and looked at the princess. “Okay, then what do you suggest?”
The princess smiled and turned to me. Happy that I gave her an inch. This may be a big trap but at this point I didn’t have a choice.
“Follow me.” She hums.
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As we approached the enormous, intricately carved wooden door, my mother’s hushed but cutting comments floated in the air like the scent of blooming flowers mingling with anxiety. “Remember to smile, darling. And for heaven's sake, try not to trip,” she advised, her tone deceptively sweet but laced with that familiar edge.
This was it—the moment that would shift everything. I could feel the weight of the expectation pressing against my chest, matching the thud of my heart. It was as if I stood on the precipice of two worlds; one behind me, filled with childhood innocence and the safety of familiarity, and the other ahead, cloaked in uncertainty and potential chaos.
As I took a deep breath, I glanced down at the delicate lace of my dress, each thread representing years of dreams, hopes, and fears intertwined. My mind raced with thoughts of the life I was about to step into—the vows, the promises, the unwavering ideas of love that seemed so romantic yet felt so daunting.
“Are you ready?” my mother asked, her voice lower now, more serious.
I nodded, though inside I was anything but ready. With a gentle push, she opened the door, and I felt time pause for a heartbeat—a collective inhale before the plunge into a sea of brightly colored dresses, beaming faces, and the undeniable magic of a wedding day.
The next thing I knew, everything around me was fleeting and blurry, a kaleidoscope of colors swirling in the chaotic background of my racing heartbeat. A hurried feeling settled within me, quelling my senses yet igniting an urgent need to reach him. And then I saw him.
“Michael,” I whispered, the name escaping my lips like a prayer, filled with longing and wonder. Our eyes finally made contact—his deep, stormy gaze locked onto mine, and in that instant, time seemed to freeze. The world around us faded into an indistinct haze, leaving only the two of us suspended in a moment that felt both fragile and infinite.
He stood there, embodying everything I had ever dreamed of: tall, with dark hair tousled by the wind, and a subtle smile that hinted at secrets shared only between us. It was as if every step I took toward him pulled me deeper into a magnetic pull, each footfall echoing the thrilling rhythm of my heart.
Every word seems fast-paced, I can only stare at this man for so long. “With this ring, I promise that you will never have to face the world alone anymore.” He stated as he inserted the perfectly fitted ring to my finger.
Every sound faded away—the rustle of the wind, the murmur of distant voices—everything dissolved into the background as I focused solely on him.“I’ll stand by you as long as I live and promise to be there with you through everything and be there for you.” As if my lips knew what words to say. I lifted his hand gently inserting the ring.
As I stand here, heart racing and breath shallow, I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. My hands shake, cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the warmth enveloping the room. The tightness of my dress feels like a noose tightening around my aspirations, reminding me that today isn't just about love or commitment—it's a plunge into the unknown. I glance at myself in the mirror, a stranger staring back with promises of a future that feels both enticing and terrifying. Nineteen is far too young, I remind myself, to be standing on the brink of forever, dressed in white and ready to say vows that feel like a contract for an unknown life. My mind couldn’t grasp the entire concept of getting married at the of nineteen. A greater possibility that I might be pregnant before I can even graduate. The aftermath of being a mother at such a young age and be a payment for a business with my parents I could not ignore. The responsibilities, ache and consequences befall before me on this very moment. On this very day, I will marry a man I don’t even know.
“Clara, what is taking you so long?” My Mother Elise Young opened the door as she hurriedly examined me. Her furrowed brows shattered every words I could mutter. I felt powerless, of course I had no fuel to begin being against the odds. Being them as the odds. My Mother was in her early fifties wore a sultry dark indigo gown resembling a cold distant sky at midnight. Her features were far from her age to be honest. Her youthful glow matched her smooth layered chestnut hair cascading down to her waist. The complete opposite of what my features are. I had short jet black hair which is not that obvious unless I remove my hair extensions. I had a petite figure, a little shorter than my peers or my sister. I always thought I had been the odd one out in the family.
As I stood there, the weight of my mother’s expectations pressed down heavier than the ornate silk of her gown. The piercing scrutiny of her gaze felt like an invisible hand, gripping my chest and squeezing tight. “I’m ready,” I finally managed to whisper, though the tremor in my voice betrayed the calm facade I was trying to project.
“Ready?” she echoed, her voice laced with skepticism. “Do you even understand the importance of this evening? This isn’t just another family gathering, Clara. This is a networking opportunity, and we need you to make an impression.”
I swallowed hard, the knot in my stomach twisting painfully. My mother had always been the ambitious one, the dreamer who saw potential in every situation. I had learned to admire her drive but could never shake off the shadow of inadequacy that followed me. The truth was, I wasn’t just nervous about meeting Michael Moore; I was terrified of the spotlight that accompanied him—the very spotlight I had spent my life trying to avoid.
“Are you ready to go?” my mother asked, breaking my reverie. She looked almost ethereal, a queen preparing for her grand entrance, while I felt like a mere pawn in this game of societal chess.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I replied, forcing a smile as I took a deep breath to steady myself. I couldn’t let her down, not tonight. As we stepped out of the door, the cool evening breeze engulfed me, stirring the uncertainty within.
The drive to the event was a blur of neon lights and bustling streets. I stared out of the window, lost in thought. What would I say to Michael Moore? Would he even acknowledge my existence among the sea of other eager faces?
As we approached the lavish venue, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses grew louder, wrapping around me like an invisible cloak of anxiety. My heart raced as we stepped out of the car, and I smoothed my dress nervously, hoping it would somehow shield me from the scrutiny that awaited inside. Yet, I always found myself in these kind of places. Crowds that I can barely try to escape.
I know you are hurting, I know you are disappointed in me and I know that you feel cheated out of getting your turn at seeing your daughter married.
I love you both, I will face and do anything that will keep you safe, that will keep you healthy, and that will comfort you.
But this, this don't ask me for this. I tried, I tried for 7 years, I talked to boys, I talked to men, stroked their ego, shrunk myself and listened to patriarchy disguised as traditions. Listened to how the other gender had it so much worse. Listened to how I should demand less because my beauty wasn't in their spectrum.
I bared myself, heard about their difficulties, heard about their dreams - their dream wife and their 3BHK metro city dream, heard about equality but with compromise. Heard about equal respect but how their mother was superwoman who did everything. And nobody would come close to her.
I listened, I listened and listened.
But no one wanted to know about what makes me tick, what makes me think, what makes me happy.
I can't put myself in the box they ask me to. I am too fat for it, too dusky for it, too modern for it. Too feminist for it. Too mentally unstable for it
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