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Summary: You expected to marry one of the Beom brothers, but you ended up with the father.

Warnning: this is an alternative timeline. It has nothing to do with the original story or the plot.

You stand in the living room of the penthouse, alone, waiting for the future husband. You're already know that the up-comming marriage is nothing more but a buisness transaction to unite various conglomerates conglomerates. Therefore, no love involved.

You knew too well that feelings aren't important in that world. All you have to do is to mentain the reputation and dignity... and to treat the partner as a doormant.

The reason why you're here was after that exhebition where you talked with Director Baek weeks ago.

Flashback

You stared at Beom Taeha, the heir of Taeseong, leaving so suddenly. You had to blink multiple times to see that all of this was real. You liked him, but there was suspicion from the way he reacted and the way that his bodyguard stared was something out of place.

"I'm sorry." You heard Director Baek's voice coming at you. "I didn't expect him to just leave like that. Since it's the first time my son had been in situation like this, it must have been difficult for him."

You stayed calm, with a neutral expression but not hostile. "It's all right. Everyone was averting their eyes, so of course he felt awkward. It reminds me of my brothers acting like this. After all, men live on certain expectation."

She was smilling at you, notecing your composure on situation in a situation like this. Most women would kill themselfs to be in your place to talk to Taeha, but you mentained a professional image.

She extence her hand, giving an olive branch. "I really like you, [Name]."

You shake her hand. "From buisness perspective, should our family buisnesses merge into one?"

Ms. Baek looks surprised at your words. The way you carried for the potencial buisness proposal sounded more to get the closer to the Beom family. She didn't mind the idea.

After all, she wants to ruin her 'son.'

"What do you think? For my sake... can you stay by his side and help him?"

"I wouldn't mind, Director. Buisness only- can I have his phone number?"

End of Flashback

Is been weeks and you're waiting for the discussion of buisness merge. It was pleasent to talk with Director Baek, despite you really don't like her in particular.

Did you felt attracted to Taeha? He has handsone face, but the way that he looked like Chairman Beom was hauntingly eerie. You know from the rumors about the Chairman himself: the suspicious business that he has.

But to answer about Taeha is no. You didn't feel for his and you knew that once you fall in love, the misfortunes will happen: the coldness, the cheating.

So why you will risk for something so foolish?

You saw what happened to your parents: your father cheated on your mother and she still stayed loyal to him.

You get a notification message form your friend, Ahn Yoonseo:

Yoonseo: You talked to him?

You typed back:

You: He didn't even showed up.

Yoonseo: Girl what? No way he didn't appeared! You're luckier then me! He looked so cold and didn't bothered to awknowllege my presence😭

You: Only if you didn't rubed his hand, none of that would happen🙄

Yoonseo: Rude

You: I called it the truth

You closed your phone and pull it back.

What was even more suspicious was that Director Baek had less appearences then usual. You shouldn't care for someone intimidanting as her, but since she's married to Beom family... it kinda scares you.

Maybe your other friend, Yu Haeni, was right: Beom family is dangerous and shady. You just walked in that situation the moment you made the deal with Director Baek. The worst part wasn't that, it was facing the Chairman Beom in person- something that your mother dear warned you.

Maybe you should had listen instead.

The door opens to see not Taeha, but Taehee. He stared at you for a second, looking at your body. That it disgusted you more then you think.

"You're the daughter of Chairman Choi."

"You look like a pimp. Did you had fun with those women?"

"They're throwing themselfs at me."

"Acording to me, it seems that your dick gets smaller from many fucks. I know that you mand one of my brothers are doing this."

"What the-"

Just then, Taeha walks. He looks exactly like his father, but stares at Taehee with a murder glare. You saw the death at the door. Now it seems that you have two options for the marriage, but like a normal person you still chose Taeha.

"Did you enjoyed my gift, brother?"

Taeha grabs Taehee by the neck, forgetting that you're the for a second. "I was merciful because I was powerless, but you touched my woman. How much you and your mother enjoy to torment me?"

"You're nothing more but a bastard!"

Shit... you're getting to know to much.

And once someone knows something that they shouldn't... it only gets worse.

But the fight between Beom brothers shouldn't matter to you and yet, you feel bad for both of them:

Taehee... a man who hates his illegitimate half-brother.

Taeha... a man who didn't even asked to be born in this family.

But you also feel bad for yourself for being caught into a hateful mess between brothers.

"You should know... that 'mother' doesn't feel well."

"What!?"

That made you froze for a moment. Director Baek... feeling unwell. That's unsual for her to be like this, but it explains her absence at the Art Soho.

"Is been weeks, and as her son... quite pathetic that you didn't even bother to visit her for once- wait... the Chairman doesn't alow you."

Taehee stood frozen. His dearest mothet feeling unwell was something that he didn't predict. That was out of control and he knew what could meant: Chairman's attempt to push him and his mother away.

That's why he isn't alowed to even visit her. That's why he wants Taeha to succed. Because he carries the blood of Baek in him and that's why Chairman Beom might truly hated his mother.

"N-no... you're lying!"

You cut the silence. "Then explain the abscence."

That was the problem. How he could explain that absence.

As if that wasn't bad enough, you hear a phone ring. Pick the phone only to see your father'a name.

"What?"

"No greading? It's a shame. Are you at Beom family?"

"Yes."

"Good. That means you will take her place from now on."

What...?

Your father ends the call and you stare like the last person to got the news.

This wasn't one of the brothers anymore, but the father instead. You feel like you signed a contract with the devil himself. You're in your 20's, around the same age with Taeha and the Chairman is twice then your age.

Who the hell did you put into this.

"Choi [Name]-"

"Fuck... say hello to your step-mother."

"WHAT!?"

For the first time, both Taeha and Taehee experience a genuine shock. They feel sick at the tought of their father marring someone who could be around the same age as them. Another youth will be waisted at the hands of powerful man.

But you knew one lesson: never fall and treat the partner as a doormat. Simple and crystal clear.

Then the Chairman arrived and you knew what this will be: you're nothing more but a replacement for his wife... or the wife will be replaced with you.

For the rest of the story, you can read on Ao3:

Hi! It's been a while! I managed to write chapter 3!

He’s not thin, though. That’s the thing. He’s probably about as big as Steve now (despite the one inch he has on the blonde). He catches himself staring, looking for the bulk of muscle, the California tanned skin, but instead, Billy is more lean now, less tan after death herself came knocking at his door.

Maybe that’s the reason that when Billy snaps at him for staring with a “Like what you see, Pretty Boy?” Steve cannot help but bite back with “Just happy that I finally might be stronger than you.”

The room goes silent and the kids stare. They watch, flitting between the two. Even Steve holds his breath. Billy is softer now, doesn’t care about the image and bravado now, changed his opinion on it—much like Steve did—when he was shish kebab-ed by a flesh alien. Steve has no idea if Billy’s going to snap, if he’ll break, but he laughs. He goddamn laughs. It’s not the malicious, oily laugh that he used to do, but it has a hint of that bite. He leans in, staring into Steve with all the power of a predator.

“I can still beat your ass any day, Harrington.”

And Steve gulps. The kids watch, trained to see his next move. So he obliges.

“Only with a plate. Take that away and what have you got?”

Billy sits back into his chair. He’s smirking, spreading his face and making Steve fidgety. He doesn’t like it. Or maybe he does. Steve never knows these days. He finds himself craving the attention and touch of his former nemesis. Maybe he craves the attenion and the companionship of someone who knows just how fucked up he is and brings the same baggage to the table.

He trusts Billy, considers him a friend now. Nancy is still wary of him, but that fact honestly makes him want to love the guy a bit more. Not that Steve will ever admit how much Billy has come to mean to him in the past couple months. It took a while for Billy to open up to him, many silent hours while Steve sat next to Billy’s hospital bed on the nights he couldn’t sleep and watched shows with Billy. Eventually, the dam broke.

And maybe that’s the reason why Steve stupidly challenges Billy and then accepts and allows the brute to do twenty pushups with Steve on his back.

Steve is no quitter, so he does it. He sits on the lower half of Billy’s back, tucking his legs behind his ankles so his full weight is on Billy. He’s warm, so warm, and Steve shouldn’t be surprised but he finds himself feeling it, placing his full palms onto Billy’s back and feeling the heat soak through the shirt and into his hands. Steve tells himself it’s to steady his lanky body. He tells himself the same when Billy first goes down and jostles Steve so he balances his hands on Billy’s shoulders. And Steve is an idiot because Billy is still ripped. He lost the bulk of the muscle from not being able to work out for months and having to go easy on his body, but Steve should have known. There are other ways to work out, such as swimming or running, and suddenly Steve is assaulted with the fact that Billy is shredded. His calves flex and look like they’re carved from marble under the strain of his body. The shoulders ripple under his finger tips and he finds himself entranced, staring at the veins bulging in the back of Billy’s hands, how his breaths are controlled and barely seem labored at all.

The kids around him are screaming, counting each push, but Steve cannot focus on them. He can feel every rep, how much of Billy’s body is being used in each movement, and wants to plaster his whole body to him, to lay out like a cat and soak in the power and heat radiating off of Billy.

He finishes. The kids scream in excitement and Billy collapses, just for the fanfare. He makes some comment about how Steve is “heavy as hell” but Steve doesn’t bite back. He slowly gets off of Billy’s back, missing the warmth under his palms. Billy looks at him, smiling and flush faced, but the smile fades upon seeing Steve. And Steve misses the smile. He misses the laughter, the roundness of Billy’s cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes when he grins.

Steve shakes himself of it. He slaps Billy on the shoulder like the blonde has done to him on many occasions and commends him for not “being a wimp”. They sit down and The Party goes back to whatever they’re doing, but Billy isn’t paying attention. And Steve only knows that because he isn’t either. He’s looking at Billy and he is staring right back.

Steve feels like he should look away, but he can’t seem to care to. They have both almost died—and died, in Billy’s case—enough times to know when to run and when to bare your underbelly and let it eat you alive. So Steve plants his feet and lets himself look, to do what he has wanted to do for months.

“You want a beer, Harrington?”

The gaze doesn’t waver. It’s a question that is more than that. It’s an invitation and Steve wants to know what for. So he answers.

“I’ll take whatever you got.”

Billy stands and only breaks the gaze when he turns towards the kitchen. And Steve has never stood up so quickly in his life. Not for Nancy, not for his first crush, Tiffany. Steve should be terrified, the fact that it’s Billy of all people, but it feels as right as when his bat connects with the fleshy side of the demogorgon’s head and it makes that noise and he gets the sweet satisfaction that “I did it right and I’m going to win”.

He rounds the corner to the kitchen with hummingbirds in his chest. Billy’s waiting for him, looking at him from his open beer. He sips on it. Takes a real good pull. Bares his neck to let Steve look. He knows he looks good. He knows his angles, his appeal. Steve has always known Billy is the most attractive guy in Hawkins, but he never knows when Billy stopped being good looking and became simply beautiful to him. Must have been during the late nights with the low hum of the tv because Billy fell asleep and Steve turned it down. Billy was no longer angry, no longer scared, and he looked at peace for once. Steve thinks it’s then that he decided he wanted to make him feel that way forever, to help him be safe and happy.

Billy passes Steve a beer. Their fingers brush. Steve wants to linger and pull away at the same time. He plays it cool. Billy watches him. Calculating. Seemingly indifferent.

Steve puts the beer on the counter and Billy cocks his brow.

Steve takes a step and a half forward, curls his fingers into the soft, warm cotton of Billy’s shirt and presses his mouth to his.

It’s soft and quick, a test. Steve believes he won’t be punched, but he doesn’t know how Billy will react. And he barely does. He freezes, doesn’t move, and Steve would believe he turned him to stone like Medusa if it wasn’t for the soft, almost yearning noise that escaped from Billy’s lips at the contact.

Steve pulls away slowly, to not spook Billy. The kids are still rambling away about something in the living room. Billy’s eyes open slowly, dark lashes fluttering. He looks to Steve, open, raw. His eyes hold so many questions that he won’t dare to utter. They both know they can’t. There will be time for questions and talking, but Steve decides that’s for later and tilts his head, running his hand up into Billy’s curls to bring him in for another kiss.

He feels Billy sigh into him, the string keeping him upright is snipped and he sags into Steve. He’s soft and warm and everything Steve imagined and more. Steve can taste the smoke from Billy’s cigarettes that he “quit” months ago, swears he can taste the California sea salt on his lips.

They kiss for a bit, gentle and slow. It’s tentative, holding no bark or bite, unlike how everything else had been for them. It’s the raw sides of them, the parts they only show each other, that are present now.

It’s only for a moment—who knows when the kids could come in—but they pull away with a look, how it all feels like the waves that have been building have finally crashed. Billy smiles, laughs a little. Shakes his head and makes his curls bounce.

“Been planning that for a while, Pretty Boy?”

“No,” Steve says.

“A little spur of the moment fun then?” Billy says and Steve can see him start to guard up.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, “And I’d like to do it again.”

Billy’s walls shatter. He smiles, beams. It reaches his eyes in the way that Steve loves. Just for him. All for him.

“Yeah? I think that can be arranged.”

Summary: Wonyoung takes Jake and Daniel to... a partucular doctor.

Note: this is a crack fanfic that it doesn't take place in canon timeline. In this fanfic, Daniel and Jinyoung have an nephew-uncle relationship that in canon is non-existed except for bloodties.

Wounds... and both of them starts to be reckless.

Wonyoung stares at her younger half-brother and his friend, like an older sibling having to deal with younger ones.

"Another one?"

"We are fine, sis. Isn't a big deal."

"Are you two kidding me!?"

Daniel looks at Jake like a younger brother seeing the older sibiling as the only one to get them out from the current situation. Wonyoung walks only to grab them. If these young men say that they are fine, then she will take them... somewhere.

"Sister! I said we are fine!"

"If you said you two are fine, then you can also explain this to unckie."

Jake froze. Wonyoung will take him and Daniel to Jinyoung. The uncle Jinyoung, his favorite uncle then other uncles from his father's entourage. At the thought of him seeing them wounded it will get into a scolding.

But the one who looks worried is Daniel. While Jake's case, Jinyoung is uncle because he is Gapryong's friend, in Daniel's case is that Jinyoung is his biological uncle form maternal side of the family. Regardless of what kind the relationship they have, both of them will ge the scolding on the same level.

In short, both Jake and Daniel are screwed up beacuse of the injuries.

"Noona! Do something else! Take us to anyone buy not uncle Jinyoung!"

"Y-y-yeah, Won!"

Wonyoung sighs, cleary having to deal with two stubborn people (while she excludes herself being on the same level.)

"I don't trust other doctors. You know that uncle Jinyoung is the best doctor."

"Anyone, but not him! He will get pissed when he sees us wounded, noona!"

"It could be even hyung's auntie!"

"I might hate Gun, but even going to his aunt is better idea."

"Are you two kidding me!?"

Jake and Daniel stare at Wonyoung, but it's clear they don't want to get scold be their uncle. For the only Kim daughter, the only option is to trick them in her own way.

"Fine... we go to Ari."

The duo smile mischieverly, thinking that they won into convincing to go at Ari.

Wonyoung gives them a 'candy' to make these two shut up. She hopes that the 'sweet product' will work on them.

Then Jake feels a dizziness in his mind. "Noona... what's... that..?"

"It's like I'm going to sleep..." Daniel hits the ground first.

Jake tries to fight from not going unconciously, but he too colapses.

Wonyoung grabs their clothes and literally drags them to the clinic. Deep down, they might be right about uncle Jinyoung's reaction at their wounds.

...

"These two rascals are going to be kidding me." Jinyoung was angry at their behavior. "It reminds me of younger days."

"Ahjussi... I thought you're going mad..."

"I'm mad, young lady, but I guess the blood doesn't lie."

Wonyoung stares at Jake and Daniel that are regaining conciousness. Both young men stare at her in disbelieve, that she lied to them for not going at Ari. Jinyoung stares at his nephews, his fingers pressing against the temple.

"U-uncle-"

"Don't explain it. Have you forgotten what your moms said?"

Daniel knows that Jinyoung could report to his mom in anytime. Jake feels the preasure of seeing his own mom staring at him. Both of them might try to usr their dads' to pardon their actions.

"N-no more reckless behavior..." Daniel looks away, not wanting to face his uncle's scrutiny.

Jinyoung sighs and walks to their bed. "Dan, Jake... I'm not mad at you for your injuries. I'm mad because you two act like that, putting yourselfs in trouble."

"But hyung puts himself in more trouble." Jake tries to bring Gitae into discussion, hopping to get it.

"That man puts himself in more trouble. Plus, you and your sister might end up doing the same shit."

"Uncle! I'm not like that!"

"Then explain yourself why you spend time with that Yamazaki heir and his crazy friend?"

That it made Wonyoung to shut up.

"And seriously Jake, you have more scars then your father and your brother combined."

"H-hey!"

Daniel tries to not laugh at the entire situation. The Kim siblings are almost the copy paste when it comes to the subborness. Jinyoung didn't forget about his biological nephew either.

"Dan... I know you're better then this. Don't give your mother an heart attack."

Daniel pauses, feeling that his soul will go to leave his body at the thought of that. Jinyoung grabs his shoulder and shakes him. The Park family's antics didn't left them either.

"A-ahjussi! I-I'm fine!"

"Don't you dare to infaint in front of me!"

Everytime Jinyoug looks at Daniel, he sees the younger version of himself. The way he infaints and the way he reacts it reminds him how his dear elder sister or Gapryong checked on him.

Jake might look almost like Gapryong and have the sence of romantisism and Wonyoung barely resembles his friend, but Daniel looks almost as if he was Jinyoung's young sibling and not the nephew.

"You two might took care of your injuries."

"They will uncle. They're grown up adults for the small injuries. For ther bigger ones... they will still come at you."

Daniel looks at Jake. "Buddy... when you will get a girlfriend?"

"D-Daniel!"

"I mean I'm with Zoe, Wonyoung is with Gun. Hell, even Gitae it seems to be intrested in Ari."

"What I did wrong to deserve this!?"

"Being a Kim."

Jinyoung rubs his fingers between his eyes. "This is going to be the Cold War version of the Great War."

Wonyoung chuckes. "Yeah... a Great War on tolerance..."