#fastfurious

Summary: Han Lue is Y/N's close friend since she moved to Japan from Korea. They're both tri-linguals so the language barrier wasn't a problem. Han finds out that her boyfriend, Han Seok, was abusing her and he drags her out as soon as possible.

Characters: Jang Hanseok x reader, Han Lue x reader

Notes: mentions of domestic abuse (if this triggers you, please do not read) Vincenzo themes, Fast Furious: Tokyo Drift themes

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You knew that it was going to be a long night. Jang Hanseok saw you hugging Han. Han is your best friend. He has been since you got here but it's been platonic because he was still getting over Giselle and you were in a relationship with Jang Hanseok.

If you could call that a relationship. You're basically his sex toy slash punching bag. It's hardly a relationship but you're stuck in it. The last time you tried to leave him, he near threw you over the side of a 10 floor building.

Your heart sank when you saw him staring at you from across the street. What was he doing there? Was he following you? Doesn't matter, you guess. He saw something he didn't like. Which means that he was going to make you pay for it later.

Walking through the eerily quiet house, you notice that none of the lights were on. You knew he was here because he his car was here.

"Hanseok, Han is my friend. Nothing more. The hug was just a hug." You explain but only your voice echoes through the house. You set your purse and keys on the stand before walking up the stairs to find him. "Hanseok?" You call but didn't get any response.

Your heart races in your chest. What if he's hiding, waiting until you have your back turned to choke you out. You spin around and hold your neck in anticipation but he wasn't there. You wince as the front door bursts open.

"Baby?" Hanseok calls breathlessly. You hesitantly walk out of the room and down the stairs. He came back from a run, sweat trickles down his wide chest pecks and down his abs. His hair sticks to his forehead as he pulls out his wireless earbuds.

"Hanseok, I can explain everything." He shushes you as he nears you, your heart still slamming into your chest. "Han is just my friend and he was still going through a rough time losing his girlfriend. We're no-"

He grabs the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. "I said shut the fuck up." He says softly. "I wasn't going to bring it up but you just don't know when to shut up, do you." He adds, digging his finger into the back of your neck.

"I-I'm sorry, Hanseok. I'll shut up." "Are you cheating on me?" He asks and you shake your head frantically. "Of course not." "Do you love me?" "Yes." Wrapping his hands around your neck, he says, "Then what are you doing hugging other guys?" He drags out every word and applies more pressure.

You hold onto his wrists as he pushes you against the wall and lock his elbows to add more pressure. Your head started to throb and your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of your head. The few shallow breathes you took did nothing to ease you.

"Huh? Tell me!" He yells, applying more pressure and you finally let go of his wrists as your vision goes black. He lets go and you fall to the floor, hitting your head on the wall on the way down. Coughing yours into consciousness, you clutch your throat.

"If I see you hugging him again, I'll snap your neck." He spits before going upstairs to take a shower. You wince at the sensitivity of the skin but you notice a burning sensation in your eyes. Using the wall to support your weight, you stand on your wobbly legs.

You walk into the guest bathroom and inhale deeply when you see the whites of your eyes turning red. He must have pop the blood vessels in your eyes. God, you can't go anywhere like this. He's choked you before but never for this long. You really pissed him off.

"Baby, come take a shower with me." He calls over the sound of running water. "I'm coming," you say hoarsely. Your legs tremble as you walk out of the bathroom and made your way to the stairs. You spend a little time on the last step before using your momentum to rush into the bathroom.

You run into the sink and it knocks the wind out of you. "You okay?" He asks, peeking over to the curtains. You nod and slowly stand up to take off your clothes. Your dress falls to the ground and you take off your bra and panties soon after.

Stepping into the shower, you sigh as the hot steam embraces you. "Hey, I'm sorry. I just.. I love you too much to let another man ever think about touching you." He explains and you bow your head to him. He cups your cheeks and looks at your blood shot eyes.

"Damn it." He says to himself. You turn away from him and stand under the scolding hot water. Running fingers through your wet hair, he washes your back side with the loofa. "You must hate me," he finally says after a long silence.

"Just please don't hurt me anymore. My body can't take it." You croak. He wraps his arms you and pulled you into his chest. "I promise," he says with a kiss to your temple. You don't know why you even bother saying things like that. You know that people like him don't change.

"Can you hand me the loofa please?" You ask, stepping away from the water.

**

The passed couple of nights, Hanseok has been trying his best to make you happy. Buying you gifts and giving you massages. It always starts this way, he treats you well to make you stay and once he things you won't leave, he'll go back to being who he is. An abuser.

You two moved to Japan to escape Vincenzo's plan to kill Hanseok, but he's still paranoid till this day about Vincenzo finding him and killing him. He installed cameras inside and outside of the house.

You used your vacation time from work to wait until your eyes heal. This isn't some bruises that you could cover up with foundation and turtlenecks. This is in your eyes. Your eyes are blood shot and everyone would notice and say God knows what.

A breath hitched in your throat when you heard a doorbell ringing. You look through the peephole and you feel a little relieved when you see Han. But you have to send him away. You don't want him to get hurt by Hanseok. You crack the door and say, "You can't be here, Han."

"I know but- Oh my God, what happened to your face?" "Nothing, I just fell." "Stop bullshitting me, Y/N. How long has this been going on?" When you don't respond, he pries the door open and picks you up bridal style. "Han, no. Put me down." "You're not staying here another day." He says, piling you into his car.

He drives off and speeds down the highway. He was going well over 90 and counting. "Jesus, look at your eyes. How could I not see this earlier?" "It's not your fault, Han." "It's not yours either. It's that douchebag's fault. I'm going to kill him. The next time I see his face I'm going to slit his throat open."

"Han, please. Just take me back. I don't want you to get hurt. Please!" You beg. "You're never going back there again. You're going to stay with me and I'll make sure you're protected." "No, I refuse to be a burden to you." He slams on the brakes and pulls over on the side of the road.

Taking your hand into his, he leans over the middle console of the car and gently touches your cheek. "You are anything but a burden. You are my best friend. Please let me take care of you." You nod gently and tighten your grip on his hand. "Just don't leave me," you say, your voice cracking from holding back the tears.

This is the last thing you wanted. You didn't want to come off as clingy. But without Hanseok, Han is all you have left. "I'm never leaving," he says, giving your hand a squeeze before pulling onto the highway again.

You arrive to his house and it was a lot larger than yours. He suggested you take a bath while he orders food from your favorite restaurant. You were in the process of taking off your shirt when Han comes in with some clothes in his hands.

"Oh crap sorry. I should've knocked. I'm an idiot." He frantically says, covering his eyes. "Relax, Han. We went to the pool together, remember? You've seen me in a two piece before." "I know but.." he trails off when he sees the bruises littering your torso.

"I already gave my guys the green light to take him off the board." He says. "What?" You say softly. "What, you still want him alive after what he did to you?" He tosses the clothes on the counter and crosses his arms.

"Killing him now would be merciful. He needs to suffer. I know someone you could call." You say, surprising yourself.

You didn't think you had it in you to want to enforce life-threatening pain on someone, but he's put you through hell since the day he met you. "Alright, I'll call my guys and tell them about the changes of plans. Who's the guy you know?" Han asks. "Vincenzo. Vincenzo Cassano."

"What kind of name is Vincenzo Cassano?" "He's Korean who grew up in Italy." "Interesting. I'll give him a call. He speaks English right?" He asks. "I'll translate just in case,"

"Great, enjoy your bath." He says before leaving the bathroom. You spend thirty minutes in the bath and smile when you look at how loose Han's clothes is on you. He has a similar build to Hanseok but he's just a few inches short than him.

You walk out of the bathroom and toss the clothes in the hamper. Your stomach gurgles when you smell Donburi and Yakitori from your favorite place. "You're amazing," you say, jumping into the seat next to him.

"Well someone sounds happier." "I am happier. Thank you." "Oh, it's just the beginning." He says, popping a corn chip in his mouth. "I know you are not eating a corn chip when you have Donburi right in front of you. How many of those you eat in a day? Twenty?" You tease.

"Oh, take an hour bath and all of a sudden you have jokes." He retorts. "It was not an hour," "It felt like an eternity." He says and you jump on him and try to take away his chips but he holds it high in the air where you couldn't reach.

**

It's only been a week that you've been staying with Han and you've been the happiest in a long time. Even though it's purely platonic, you love him. You love him for caring enough to take you out of the relationship and to take care of the guy you hurt you.

You eat more Yakitori in your bowl as you sit on the couch in Han's garage. He took a new kid under his wing, Sean. And from Han says, he's got a lot to learn. Right now, Sean was looking down at his car, scratching the back of head with frustration.

You feel a little sorry for him. Being kicked out of his father's house, the only place he has left. All because he followed his passion, racing. You stand from the couch approach the railing. "It sounds like it's a broken fuse." You say to him.

He looks up at you and says, "What?" You walk down the stairs with your bowl still in your hand and your chopsticks in the other. "Check your fuses." You say as you approach him.

He does as you say, unscrewing the broken fuse from its place and showing it to you. "How did you know?" "I've learned a couple things from Han. And my parents were mechanics so."

He nods with understand before saying, "How you feeling?" You knew that he was talking about the bruises. You started to feel better about yourself and started to wear tank tops instead of long sleeve tees.

And not to mention that your eyes were still healing. You decided to wear glasses to avoid the gazes but the bruises draw attention themselves.

"Better, they look a lot worse than they feel." "Hey, lover boy, she's off the market." Han says to Sean, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Off the market? What does that suppose to mean? "She helped me find the problem with the car. It was a broken fuse." Sean explains. "She's a jack of all trades, isn't she?" You use your chopsticks to eat more Yakitori and you offer some to Han who happily took it.

Sean watches as you two smile at each other. Yeah, that's definitely not platonic. Sean says to himself.

**

You were doing well, better than you anticipated until you got the call from Vincenzo. "I handled it," he says coldly. "Did he suffer?" You ask after a long pause. "Yes. Would you like to hear it?"

"No. No, I believe you." "Han told me what happened. What he did to you. He's paid for everything. Don't burden yourself with the thought of him anymore." He says before hanging up.

You set on the edge of the bed and rest your face in your hands. You don't even know why you're crying. You don't know if you're emotional because the man that gave you torment was finally gone or if you just need to let it all out.

Your stress levels have always been through the roof with Hanseok but now that you've spent weeks apart, your body was starting to adjust to the simple life. The life with Han. The door creaks open as a sob leaves your lips.

You feel a weight on the bed followed by the crunch of chips. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head no and he adds, "Is it alright that I stay here with you anyway?" You lay down on the bed next to him but on the opposite side of the bed.

Deckard Shaw, Deck for short, he was having a good break from all missions he need to be in, having more time to spend with his, so called new profound boyfriend, Hobbs. Don't ask how they end up together, it just happened. 

He was at the warehouse lying at the couch with Hobbs at the other end until they heard a door slam. He turned around, noticing the familiar figure, it was Owen, his brother, all cranky like a small child. The Dom family immediately took anything as a weapon as precaution, they haven't seen Owen, they thought he was out for revenge or something. 

"Calm Down everyone, he's not goin to blow up anyone's arse right now, let him be". everyone was at disbelief as Owen was walking at a slower pace, as he got near to Deck, Deck got up from his sleeping position and Hobbs moved to another sofa, he knew what and why Owen was like that. As soon as Owen stood facing Deck, he took off his jacket and laid down by him, laying his head on his brother's lap. 

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" Tej, being all clueless, well, exactly nearly everyone is clueless of what is going on. Hobbs got up saying that is usually a Shaw thing when they get tired, they just do that, only feel safe around each other but never ever interrupt, or they will actually shoot you, or if they're nice enough, they will just threaten you. 

Deck took out his phone, receiving a message form his sister, "Owen there with you?"

"Yeah, instant sleep". 

"He needed it, or I be the one knocked him out". Deck scoffed, as he put his phone away and let his brother sleep his tiredness away, but his lap won't be feeling comfortable soon, but it is what it is..what a day.