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The darkness was warm, suffocating, smelling of expensive leather and Kwon Jiyong’s cologne. Rosé was on her knees on the plush, imported rug of his private studio, the fibers digging into her skin. His hand was tangled in her blonde hair, not gently, but like a leash, guiding her head up and down the thick, hard length of his cock. The taste of him, salty and slightly bitter, coated her tongue. The sound of his breathing, low and guttural, was the only soundtrack to her degradation.

“Just like that, Rosie,” he’d groaned, using the nickname she hated. “Show me how much you want this feature. Show me how bad you need it.”

Every fiber of her being screamed in protest. This was the price. Not for a debut, not for a spot in a group, but for a few lines on one of his songs. A stepping stone. A fucking stepping stone. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, but she willed them away. She would not cry. She would not give him that satisfaction. She focused on the end goal: hearing her own voice on that track, proving her worth to the company. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her movements mechanical and detached. She was a doll, a tool for his pleasure. And when he finally came, flooding her mouth with his hot seed, she swallowed it down, the act a final, silent capitulation.

She’d gotten the feature. “Without You” had been a success, her voice praised for its unique, emotional timbre. But the victory tasted like ash in her mouth.

Rosé jolted awake, a silent scream caught in her throat. She was drenched in a cold sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The dorm room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Jennie and Lisa were breathing softly in their beds, but Jisoo’s was empty, a stark reminder of the night before. It wasn't just a dream; it was a memory, a raw, open wound that had been festering for over a year. And now, it was her turn.

For the entire week following Jisoo’s departure, Rosé had been a nervous wreck. The vibrant, sunny girl who charmed the trainee dorm was gone, replaced by a hollow-eyed ghost who jumped at every sudden noise. The knowledge of what was coming—a closed-door “evaluation” with five men, one of whom she had already serviced—was a constant, low-grade hum of terror in the back of her mind. She knew what Kwon Jiyong was. He was a predator, a collector of pretty, talented things who he believed existed for his amusement. The others, she could only guess, but she knew they swam in the same polluted waters.

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When she walked into Studio 7, the contrast to Jisoo’s entrance was stark. She was trembling, her hands clutching the hem of her sweater so tightly her knuckles were white. She couldn’t meet their eyes, choosing instead to stare at a point on the floor just past their feet. Her long, dark hair, recently dyed for a new concept, fell like a shroud around her pale face.

She bowed, a jerky, ungraceful motion. “Annyeonghaseyo. Trainee Park Chaeyoung. I’m… I’m ready.”

G-Dragon leaned back in his chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. He remembered her. He remembered the way her blonde hair had felt in his fist, the desperate look in her eyes as she’d swallowed his cum. He saw the fear radiating off her in waves, and it was intoxicating.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a silken thread of malice. “Look at what we have here. Our little main vocalist is scared.” He looked at his members, a silent communication passing between them. The Miyeon incident had taught them a lesson in messiness. The Jisoo incident had taught them about the thrill of the slow burn. Tonight, they would combine the lessons.

“Rosé-ssi,” he said, his tone softening into a grotesque parody of kindness. “We can see you’re nervous. That’s understandable. This is a big night. So, we’re going to change the format. No need for a big, scary performance. We think a more… personal mentorship is in order. One on one. A chance for you to truly connect with each of us.”

He stood up, gesturing for the others to stay seated. “We’ll start with me. To help you… relax.”

The other four men settled into their chairs, a silent audience of voyeurs. They unzipped their pants, their hard cocks springing free. They began to stroke themselves, their eyes fixed on the stage, ready for the show.

G-Dragon walked towards her, circling her like a shark. “You remember our last session, don’t you, Rosie?” he purred, his voice a low whisper near her ear. “You were so eager to please then. So willing to do whatever it took. Let’s see if that fire is still there.”

He stopped in front of her. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. “Slowly.”

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons of her sweater. She let it fall to the floor, then her jeans, her bra, and finally her panties. Soon she was standing naked before him, her body trembling in the cool air, the other men’s soft grunts and the slick sounds of their masturbation filling the silence.

“Good girl,” he said, his eyes roaming over her body. “Now, on your knees. You know what to do.”

She sank to the floor, the familiar position sending a wave of nausea through her. He stepped forward, and she took his cock in her mouth. It was just like she remembered. The taste, the feel, the humiliating power dynamic. But this time was different. This time, there was an audience. She could hear them, see them in her peripheral vision, their hands pumping their shafts as they watched her degrade herself for their leader.

He fucked her mouth slowly, deliberately, making her feel every inch. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like old times.” After a few minutes, he pulled out. “On the floor. On your back. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

She lay down, her eyes squeezed shut. He knelt between her legs, pushing them apart. He entered her in one hard thrust, and she gasped, a sound of pain and surprise. He began to move, his hips slapping against hers. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me. Look at them.”

She forced her eyes open. She was staring up at his face, contorted with lust, and beyond him, she could see the others. Taeyang, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. Daesung, stroking his thick cock with a focused intensity. Seungri, a cruel smirk on his face. And T.O.P, his massive erection in his hand, his dark eyes promising an agony she couldn’t yet comprehend. The shame was a physical weight, crushing her.

Jiyong grunted, his pace quickening, and with a final, deep lunge, he came inside her, a hot, sticky flood. He pulled out, and without a word, moved back to his chair. Taeyang took his place.

Taeyang presented himself as the “gentle” one. He helped her to her feet, leading her to a polished leather bench. “Bend over,” he said, his voice soft. He ran his hands over her back, her ass, his touch almost clinical. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding easily into her cum-filled cunt. His thrusts were deep and rhythmic, less brutal than Jiyong’s but more invasive. He seemed to be testing her body, its limits, its responses. His thumb circled the tight pucker of her asshole, pressing slightly, not entering, just a threat of what was to come. A cold dread settled in her stomach. He came with a low moan, painting her lower back with his seed.

Next was Seungri, the smiling sadist. He pulled her over to an armless chair, sitting down and pulling her on top of him. “Ride me, Rosie,” he grinned. “And face the new you.” He gestured to the mirror on the wall, forcing her to watch herself as she impaled her body on his cock, the other two men stroking themselves in the reflection. He controlled her pace with his hands on her hips, forcing her to bounce faster, harder. He reached up and slapped her tits, sharp stinging blows that made her cry out. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until tears welled in her eyes. “That’s it, scream for me,” he laughed. He moved one hand down to her clit, rubbing it with a brutal expertise. Against her will, a shameful, unwanted orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing with pleasure even as her mind screamed in protest. The humiliation was absolute. As her walls clenched around his cock, he groaned and came inside her. “Such a good little slut,” he whispered, shoving her off his lap.

Daesung was last before T.O.P. His quietness had been a deception. He was a coiled spring of aggression. He didn’t bother with chairs or benches. He simply grabbed her, throwing her onto a large sofa and spreading her legs wide. He spat on her cunt, a glob of saliva hitting her swollen, sensitive flesh. “Dirty fucking Aussie whore,” he snarled, his voice a low growl. He slammed into her, his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. It was a raw, angry fuck, pure punishment. He held her down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and foul. He called her every filthy name he could think of, his words like physical blows. He finished quickly, pulling out and emptying his balls all over her stomach and tits.

She lay there, a trembling, broken mess, covered in their cum, her body aching and bruised. But it wasn't over. The biggest, the most terrifying one, was still waiting.

T.O.P loomed over her, a giant cast in shadow. He didn’t say a word. He simply picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the center of the room, laying her down gently on the floor. This gentle act was more terrifying than any violence. He produced a bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He knelt between her legs, and she began to cry, silent, racking sobs of pure terror.

“Shhh, baby girl,” he rumbled, his voice a deep, terrifying vibration. He spread the lube around her tight, virgin asshole, his thick fingers pressing against the entrance. “Just relax. Let me in.”

He positioned his monstrous cock at her back door. The pressure was immense. She braced herself for the searing pain, but he was surprisingly slow. He pushed forward, millimeter by millimeter, giving her body time to stretch, to accommodate his impossible size. The pain was still there, a deep, burning ache, but it was blended with a horrifying, intimate sensation. He was taking his time, savoring her destruction.

He finally buried himself to the hilt, his massive balls resting against her ass. He began to move, his strokes long and deep. The other men were gone from her mind. There was only him, only the feeling of being completely and utterly filled, claimed, ruined by his colossal cock. He reached down and began to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, and to her absolute horror, she felt another orgasm building. This time, it wasn't a sharp, shameful peak, but a slow, devastating wave that broke over her, leaving her limp and sobbing.

Her convulsing walls pushed him over the edge. He let out a guttural roar, and she felt a hot flood deep inside her bowels. He pulled out slowly, and she lay on the floor, utterly spent, a ruin of a human being. Cum leaked from her ass and her cunt, a river of filth. Her body was smeared with it. Her mind was a blank, white void of pain and submission.

G-Dragon walked over, crouching down beside her head. He reached out and stroked her long, dark hair, a gesture of obscene tenderness. “You know, Rosie,” he said softly, his voice dripping with condescension. “I think I like this hair on you. Makes your face look sluttier. More fuckable.” He smiled. “You’ve passed.”

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At 4 AM, she was cleaned, dressed, and escorted to a new building, a new dormitory. The door swung open, and there stood Jisoo, her face calm and beautiful.

The moment Jisoo’s arms wrapped around her, the dam broke. A raw, gut-wrenching sob tore from Rosé’s throat, and she collapsed against her unnie, the entire night’s worth of pain, terror, and humiliation pouring out of her in a torrent of tears. She clung to Jisoo, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Jisoo held her tight, rocking her gently, her own body a vessel of grim understanding. She didn’t offer empty words. She just let her cry, her hand stroking Rosé’s hair, a silent testament to the shared hell they had both endured.

After what felt like an eternity, the sobs subsided into quiet hiccups. Rosé pulled back, her face swollen and blotchy. She caught her reflection in a small mirror by the door. She saw the long, dark hair that framed her tear-streaked face. She saw the hair that G-Dragon had called “sluttier.” The symbol of her violation.

She looked at Jisoo, her voice a raw, broken whisper. “Unnie,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with a desperate, fragile hope. “Help me… help me change my hair color.”

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You let out a small scoff, not harsh or rude, but shocked and relieved. “Yeah,” you say softly. “I think I have for a while now.”

He smiled at you. His eyes showing his smile before his lips began to curl upwards. He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly. You stood there for a moment, letting everything both set in and flow out of you before leaning into Ji Yong and wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you,” he said softly. You smiled.

“I love you too,” you replied. Ji Yong pulled himself away from you, his hand gliding up from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek. He gazed into your eyes, as you did with him. He pushed back any stray hair from your face, just wanting to study every inch of it.

His eyes seem to pour into yours, gallons of emotions that you’ve both have been repressing until now being released. “(Y/N),” he said. “You love me.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I do.”

In one smooth motion, he leans in and pulls you closer to him, his lips softly pressed against yours. And just as smooth and as quickly as he acted, you quickly react. Your eyes close shut, and your hands grip his waist, pulling his body against yours. Your left hand quickly hops up to his chest, grasping and wrinkling the clothes that draped there.

Ji Yong’s hands were softly holding your cheek, and the other still stuck on your waist. Your hips were pressed against his, Ji Yong’s hand constantly pushing you against him. Your kiss was soft and sweet, building up in pressure and in need. It wasn’t until Ji Yong added his tongue into the mix did things get heated. Your right hand had left his waist and found itself tangled in his hair. Ji Yong’s hands were behind your neck and the other lowering itself towards your ass.

You moan into his mouth as he begins to knead a handful of your ass. Your hand slowly leaves his hair and you place it on his chest. “Ji Yong,” you pant out quietly. He continued to kiss you, little and softer kisses placed on your lips. “Ji Yong,” you say once again, your voice a little stronger. “Slow down.”

He pulled away, his hands still resting on your waist. You were panting, and you could hear Ji Yong also having a hard time catching his breath. You smiled, your head tilting down. You leaned against him, your forehead resting on his chest, your nose barely skimming his shirt. “I don’t wanna go too fast,” you say.

“That’s okay,” he said softly, reassuring you. His fingers carefully lifted your head up so you could meet his soft caring eyes. “I won’t push you to do any of that.”

“Thank you.” You give him a soft peck on his lips. Your noses slightly touching before pulling away, a smile on both of your faces. You looked at the clock, not realizing how much time had passed. Ji Yong had seemed to pick up on this, and pulled away from you.

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed,” he said, softly kissing your nose. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him turn and leave, heading towards the bathroom. You find yourself moving back to the bed, sitting on it. Ai strides onto your lap, sitting there casually. Your hand goes up and pets him, Ai leaning into your touch. You looked around for a minute to settle down before getting up and leaving to get ready for bed.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir,” the gray colored man stammered. “But we are still short on people and money. There is no way that we could attack or do anything.” He carefully eyed the man sitting in front of him. Flynn sat in his poorly organized office. He sat in his leather chair, his face set in a stone harsh look. His chin lifted up and His gaze lowered down.

“Defense is the best offense,” Flynn said smoothly. His words were calculated and so was his mind, already finding a way to play with the man in front of him. “That’s what so many people say, and yet they can’t even put up a good defensive line. And here we are, unable to do either.”

“Sir I’m-”

“Do I care?” Flynn said shortly. “Was I talking?” The man’s eyes went wide, shock expressed clearly in his eyes. Flynn didn’t blink, staring casually at him.

“Yes- yes Sir,” the man said. “You were talking. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Flynn said casually. “Now why aren’t we able to do anything? How come we cannot defend nor take offensive action.” Flynn got up from his chair, his desk in front of him as he carefully looks down at the man. “What specific reason can we not defend ourselves in case of an attack?  What caused us to lose these many men?”

“When G Dragon came back to-”

“Not just that,” Flynn interjects. “We could’ve defended ourselves properly. What made us lose?”

The man stood there, unsure how to answer. There is one set answer that he must say, and any slip up can cost his life to his impulsive boss. Flynn stared him down, his eyes sharp yet relaxed. “Because,” he started off, quickly finding a good enough reason. “Because our defensive strategy didn’t work efficiently.”

“Our defensive strategy?” Flynn said, his voice going into a mocking tone. “If I remember correctly you were so adamant about having that strategy. In fact, you created it yourself. Now tell me, how did that strategy work?”

“Horribly sir,” he replied. A wicked smile grew on Flynn’s face. The corners of his mouth curled up, a plan of action brewing in his mind. “Exactly,” Flynn confirmed. “Now look and the horrible inconvenience it caused.”

The man stood there petrified. Unsure of what he should do. He can’t run, it’s too late for that. He can try to get on Flynn’s nice side, but the chances of that are slim. All he could do was wait, see what Flynn had in mind.

“Go,” Flynn ordered. “Go through all of our records. See who owes us. They’ll have to pay their debt with their lives.” The man felt his shoulders relax, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “And when you’re done,” Flynn added. “Come right back. We’ll talk about our new defensive strategy next.” The sound of a gun being reloaded filled the room and echoed in the man’s head. He turned around to leave the room, escaping as fast as he could.

Ji Yong in SpongeBob pajamas is a sight you’ve seen many many times. It’s a cute sight, and you couldn’t get sick of it, especially since this time his hair is still wet and he hasn’t put on a shirt yet. You quietly walked out of the closet, your loose pajamas hanging on your body. Ji Yong turns around, smiling as he sees you.

“You ready?” He asks. You quietly respond with a nod. He grabs the semi-wet towel that’s casually laying on the bed and dries his hair one last time. You already hopped on the bed, already tucked into the covers. Ji Yong drops the towel in the hamper and makes his way towards the bed after turning off the lights.

He slips in between the sheets next to you. Awkwardly you shuffle towards him, his arms instantly wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in his clean scent and feeling your cheeks heat up. “Are you okay?” Ji Yong asks.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “I don’t really like the whole wedding thing still. It gives me an unsettling feeling.”

“Maybe it’s just wedding jitters,” Ji Yong playfully adds. A light smack echoes in the room. “Sorry.”

“Ji Yong I don’t think it’s safe or smart,” you explain. “I don’t trust it.”

Ji Yong pulls away from you, adding distance between you. He looks down, the moonlight shining through the windows giving a guide to your face. He cups your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You know I never want to willingly put you in danger. Never. Right?” You nod your head, a quiet yes confirming it. “Good. Do you still feel nervous about it?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I just don’t trust it.”

“How about you come with me to the next meeting.” You stare up at him, eyes wide. “You’ll be there and you can help plan and see how much protection I’m putting around you. Does that sound good?”

It takes you a second, thinking through everything, but you nod your head. “Okay,” you finally say. Ji Yong smiles down at you.

“I love you,” he says in the dark.  A small smile slides on your face.

“I love you too,” you reply. He kisses your nose before kissing your lips, pulling you close to him right before you close your eyes and sleep.

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You sat in your and Ji Yong’s room. He had refused to separate you from him again, thus you moved in by his wishes. You were currently putting your clothes in the closet, neatly folding and hanging them. Ai casually laid on the bed, enjoying a particularly comfy spot on the bed. You heard a knock on the door. You turned around just in time to catch Mr. Kwon being wheeled into your room.

“Look at you moving in,” he said, his voice somewhat cheerful. “Well, again.”

You smiled at him giving him a light chuckle. The man that wheeled him pushed him towards the bed and locked him in place. He bowed to Mr. Kwon, who dismissed him with a wave of his hand. You stopped your folding and sat on the bed in front of him, your legs crossing in front of you.

“How have you been?” You ask him, concern taking over your expression. He shrugs, not interested in your question.

“Fine,” he says. “Getting old, but what’s new.” You give him a warm smile. Fur brushes against your arm, and you lift it up, finding Ai climbing his way into your lap. “How have you been?”

“Fine,” you say plainly. “Training’s gotten a bit harder, which is nice. A little lonely, but that’s not new.”

“How’s the wedding planning going?” Mr. Kwon asked. You look at Mr. Kwon confused, not sure what he meant. He responded to you with a confused look of his own. “What?” He asked.

“What do you mean by wedding planning?” You ask.

“Well you and Ji Yong have to get married some time,” he explained. “After all this, I’m not gonna let my plan of a legacy fail. Not just that but with the ring on your finger I assumed that you had started planning.”

“Oh,” you say shortly. You had neglected the fact that this was a forced marriage, and now it didn’t seem as nice. You looked down at Ai, hoping to distract yourself, although as you quietly pet him you recall the fact that this is all a plan.

“Well, I guess that you aren’t planning the wedding,” Mr. Kwon said. “Awkward.”

Chaelin quickly looked to Ji Yong. He didn’t move, his eyes were locked on her. The room went silent, everyone keeping quiet. “She could be onto something.”

“What?” Ji Yong exclaimed, turning towards Seungri. He glared at the maknae as he started to explain himself.

“Think about it Hyung, there’s enough evidence to show that he really wants her. It’ll get him here easily,” Seungri said. Ji Yong opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by Seunghyun. “We’d need more than just (Y/N) to bait him though. There needs to be something else with her that’d tick him off so much that’d get him here.”

“Hold up-”

“Hyung’s right,” Daesung cut in. “There needs to be something else that’d push him to come here.”

“Something that’d make him jealous,” Youngbae added.

“The wedding!” Seungri shouted proudly.

“HOLD UP,” Ji Yong yelled. He glared at everyone around him. He was furious as he scanned over his members. He took a dramatic minute to calm down. “Now I don’t expect her to know better about (Y/N),” Ji Yong started, pointing at Lisa who sat there awkwardly. “But you four,” he said looking back to his members. “You guys are willing to put (Y/N)’s life on the line? This fucking psychopath already fucking kidnapped her!” His voice escalated, getting louder with every word. “And you fucking expect me to put HER FUCKING LIFE ON THE LINE AS BAIT!”

“Hyung,” Seungri said, his voice hushed compared to Ji Yong’s. “You know that none of us want her hurt.”

“Yeah,” Seunghyun added. “She means a lot to us too.”

Ji Yong continues to look at the guys bewildered. “Hyung,” Daesung said. “We want him gone too, and I’m sure she does as well. We wouldn’t don’t want to put her in situations that could hurt her, but no matter what we’ll be there with her.”

Ji Yong didn’t say anything, still pretty upset with the mention of you as bait. He didn’t love the idea. Seungri took Ji Yong’s calming demeanor to continue. “Besides hyung,” he said, grabbing Ji Yong’s attention. “I think I have a good idea that wouldn’t get her hurt, in any way.”

Everybody looked at him patiently. He sighed, “Fine, tell me.”

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“I’m sorry what?” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at Ji Yong. “What do you mean by ‘can we use our wedding as a trap’?”

Ji Yong gave you a nervous smile, that you didn’t return. “Well,” Ji Yong started, already trailing off. “It was decided that you would be the best way to get Flynn to come out of whatever hole he’s in. It wasn’t my idea I swear princess.” You rolled your eyes, feeling your irritation seep through small cracks. “The plan was to use the wedding to get Flynn jealous and bring him here. We’d have maximum security, focused primarily on you, and we’d catch him here and well… end it.”

Ji Yong waited in silence as you didn’t respond to him. He was hesitant as you didn’t answer, no major emotion shown on your face. “So…” He said anxiously. “What do you think?”

“You’re using our wedding to trap a psychopathic borderline rapist asshat,” you say bluntly. “That is gonna be the reason of our wedding.”

“Well not exactly,” he said, hearing how it sounds. You frown, your arms crossing over your chest. “It’s just...”

“Ji Yong,” you said. “You just said that you wanna use our wedding to trap Flynn. Bait him to come here.” Ji Yong winced mentally. “You do realize how that sounds right? To me, it sounds like you wanna get married just to trap him.”

“I don’t want to get married for that sole reason,” Ji Yong defended. He felt anger bubble up inside him. You roll your eyes and scoff. “Oh right,” you say irritably. “We’re forced to do this. What is this an added perk? Killing off a rival?”

Ji Yong clenched his fists, extremely angry. “Of course not. I’m marrying you because I fucking love you,” he said. “Are you too fucking dense to realize that? Sorry that you don’t fucking understand.”

White hot rage fills you to the brim. “Are you too fucking dense to realize that maybe I don’t want to marry you because I have too,” you argue back. He looks at you confused, and it ticks you off even more. “Maybe I wanna marry you because I love you.”

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Your hands wrapped around the warm ceramic mug. Ji Yong was behind you, pulling out a chair and sitting at the kitchen table. He sat casually, leaning against the back of the chair. He had bags under his eyes, which wasn’t exactly normal; but it could be easily fixed. He watched as you took a sip from your drink.

“I didn’t get anything today,” he complained. You smiled into your mug. “I went to like five different clubs and six different dinners. I didn’t get anyone! Not a girl or guy.”

“Aww,” you playfully say. “Is someone hungry?”

He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. He stares you down, his harsh glare turning into a predatory look. “Very,” he replied menacingly.

“Don’t you have any blood bags left?” You ask curiously. He frowns and shakes his head. He groans, tipping his head back and exposing his smooth neck. “They’re all gone,” he answers. “Most of them were bad anyway. I grabbed too many and then it settled.”

“Besides,” He adds, snapping his head back up. He gazed at you, scanning his eyes up and down your body. “It’s better when it’s alive.”

“That probably sounded better in your head didn’t it,” you say, a slight smile on your face. He dropped the predator act and smiled sweetly. You take a good long sip from your mug, letting the heated liquid warm you up.

Ji Yong let out whines and groans every other minute, causing a disturbance in your peaceful night at home. After about the fifth time he groaned, you roll your eyes and give in. “I swear to god Kwon Ji Yong, you are a child.”

“I’m hungry,” he complained. “You have more than just one hunting methods,” you counter. “Go and find someone.”

“But I’m too hungry for that,” he groaned. You let out a sigh and set your mug back on the table.

“Fine,” you give in, fully knowing what he wants. Ji Yong watches as you cross your arms over your chest and tip your head slightly. “You can feed off of me.”

He smiles at you, a toothy grin. In less than a second, he holds you in his arms. He picks you up, his arms around your waist. Your feet hover above the ground as Ji Yong holds you tightly. “You are the best,” he praises. “I love you!” You hoped that he didn’t hear your heart speed up after he spoke. Although you were sure that he did.

He set you down, backing up a bit. His arms were holding you still as you balanced yourself back on the ground. You look down, trying to calm down a little before he digs in. His hands soothingly rub over your arms, getting you ready.

“Remember,” he says. “If you ever feel like it’s too much let me know. I’ll stop.”

“I know,” you confirm, giving him a slight smile. He pulls you closer, your face inches apart. Your chill carefree mood was gone. You stared into his eyes, anxious. You watched as his face changed. His eye grew dark; his iris’ turning blood red and the whites of his eyes transitioning into a pitch black void. Dark veins appeared at the top of his cheeks, running up to his eyes. His skin got paler, the warm tone that he put up easily disintegrated.  

“I got you,” he said smoothly. His canines made an appearance as he spoke, grabbing your attention. He looked you dead in the eyes. “This won’t hurt you,” he stated. His voice was hypnotic. You nodded your head.

In less than a surprising second, he had sunk his teeth in. It stung at first, feeling someone pierce your skin. His arms were still wrapped around you. Holding you still as he drank. Your head was tilted off to the side; your ear touching your shoulder. In a matter of seconds, your knees buckled, and you quickly slipped from one of his arms. Ji Yong quickly grabbed you, pressing you against him firmly.

You wheezed, beginning to feel very light headed. “Ji Yong,” you whispered weakly. “Stop.”

Ji Yong pulled away from your neck. Blood dripping down the corners of his mouth. Blood coated his lips and tongue. He stared down at you with his dark eyes. Your eyelids hanging low, and your breathing was shallow. You leaned against him for support, your legs no longer support you. He leaned back down into your neck, licking any leaking blood from the holes in your neck.

As he pulled away from your neck, his eyes transcended back to its normal brown. He adjusted your arm on you; bending his elbow behind your knees. He lifted you up and walked towards the living room. Slowly the color came back in his skin, turning back to its human shade by the time he made it to the couch. He turned around and sat down in the corner of the couch. He positioned himself so that you’d rest on his lap as he sat up.

You’re slowly fading in and out of conscientious. You felt Ji Yong rake his hand through your hair, pushing it back soothingly. Ji Yong bit his wrist, forming two small holes with blood slowly gushing out of it. “(Y/N),” he said soothingly. “Open your mouth.”

You slowly let your jaw open up your mouth. He placed his wrist against your mouth. “Drink,” he commanded. You sucked at his purposeful open wound. You let the metallic taste of blood slip down your throat. Right when the first drop hit your tongue, you began to heal. You felt yourself get better sip by sip. He pulls his wrist away from your mouth, leaving you with small drops of blood sitting your lips.

“That’ll be in your system for a day,” he said softly. He watched you as you began to fall asleep on his lap. “I’ll have to watch over you for a little while Little Dove.” He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “I don’t want you to be like me.”

“Okay Yongie,” you say dreamily. He smiles down at you. “Sleep,” he softly commands. “You need your rest, Little Dove.”

You didn’t need him to tell you again. In a matter of seconds you passed out, your head cradled into his neck. He held you as you slept, quietly watching the TV.

~~~

It wasn’t an unusual thing to let him drink from you. In fact, it became more frequent. You didn’t exactly mind. You knew it could be fatal if he lost control, but you trust him and he trusts you to let him know when he takes too much. Afterwards, he’d give you his blood to help you heal, and he’d watch over you for a day.

It became a routine that you had begun to enjoy. It started out with him taking blood from you once a month, then it escalated to once a week, exponentially making it’s way to him drinking from you almost every few days. It took it’s toll harshly. Your eating habits became irregular. You became thinner as well, your clothes hanging on you a little too loosely. Bags were under your eyes, obviously from the lack of sleep. Ji Yong never seemed to really notice it.

With your physical health deteriorating, your mental health wasn’t doing too amazingly. Of course with Ji Yong always staying around you, mostly for blood, you began to fall in love. You knew for quite a while that you have at least some sort of feeling for him. You knew that you began to look forward to his visits for a reason. You knew that your heart would beat faster around him; that he made you really anxious. You had a feeling that Ji Yong knew this, but he never mentioned it; so you let that feeling dissipate in your time around him.

In your time without him, things were hard. Somedays it felt like you couldn’t move, Other, better, days you felt a weight leave your chest. It was like you could relax. You didn’t have to be strong. You didn’t have to give up parts of you just so he could eat. You didn’t need to do any of it. It was a relief.

You had gotten used to your constant cycle of your relationship. The constant unhealthy way of living that you put up with. You didn’t mind it, until now.

Multiple things had just gone wrong today. You woke up from what was supposed to be a good night's sleep but ended up being a one hour nap of nightmares. Instantly as you stood up, you felt lightheaded and slightly sick. You put up with it though, kinda used to the feeling. You had missed your ride to work and ended up having to walk, which didn’t help ANY part of you. You dealt with horrible people with horrible attitudes, multiple migraines, and the constant nauseating feeling of having and wanting to throw up. You come home, and just lay down, completely forgetting to eat all together.

For some odd reason today, Ji Yong decided that he’s gonna ring the doorbell instead of knocking. He probably didn’t know about your raging headache or the horrible feeling you have in your stomach, but the loud noise definitely made it worse. Slightly pissed off, you got up from the couch and swung the door open.

You watched the smile drop from Ji Yong’s face as he took in your appearance. Right away he noticed how skinny you were, your cheeks beginning to hollow out. Quickly he scanned over the rest of your body, noticing how weak you are.

“What Ji Yong,” you say irritated. He looks at your eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it. You scoff, frustrated towards him. “Seriously you’re just wasting my-” He cuts you off by grabbing your arm and leading you towards your kitchen.

“Ow, Ji Yong, what the hell?” You growl out. He lets go of your wrist as you stand in the middle of the kitchen. You watch as he goes through your fridge and checks out food. You look down at your wrist, already seeing the bruise beginning to mark your skin. You lightly rub your thumb over the mark and hold it gently.

“You need to drink something,” he says, still not facing you. “And not water. You need juice. Something with sugar in it.”

“Ha,” you mock. “That’ll fix me.”

He turns around to face you, anger slightly sparking in his face. You watch as it goes away though, noticing how you’re holding your arm. He begins to lift his wrist to his mouth, ready to feed you his blood to heal you. You hold up your hand though, halting his movements. “Don’t,” you say. “I haven’t been able to hold it in lately.”

He frowns at you. “Why haven’t you told me?” He asks. You scoff once again, completely fed up with your situation.

“Why should I?” you argue, obviously not in the best state of mind. “Because you care so much.”

“Of course I care,” he says. “What’s your problem?”

“I don’t know Ji Yong,” you spit back, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Maybe I’ve had a rough day. Maybe I can’t keep my food in my stomach. Maybe I’m having a hard time standing lately. Maybe I’m tired of being used as a fucking personal blood bag.”

He stood there staring at you. His face was emotionless and his eyes begun to gloss over. He didn’t reply to you, not agreeing nor denying your statements. You sigh, releasing out some tension in your chest. “Do you actually care about me?” you ask quietly. “Do you care about me more than just someone to feed off of?”

“Of course,”

“Do you love me?”

He didn’t answer you. You watched as his eyes flicker up and down your body. You crossed your arms over your chest. You stood there in silence. He went to open his mouth, but once again closed it without saying a word. You let out another sigh. “See,” you let out.

“(Y/N) wait,” Ji Yong started. You looked up at him, your watery ocean eyes meeting his. “I’m sorry.”

You laughed lightly. It was a humorless laugh, one that was sarcastic and dull. “Sorry about what?” You never broke eye contact with him. “Sorry about leading me on or using me for food?”

His face flashed from sadness and guilt to anger and hurt and finally settled on an emotionless look. You hated it when he just stood there, not doing anything. He just stared at you, no emotion on his face, no reaction to your words. It was so inhuman that for the first time you hated that he was different.

“I hate you,” you said thoughtlessly. With your head still aching like a bitch, your temper went off. You just spoke what was on your mind, not filtering what you really meant. “You’re so damn ungrateful. I give you everything, fucking everything. I let you drink from me. I give you a place to stay. I fucking let myself deteriorate for you. When you don’t even fucking need me. You don’t need me. You have money, a place, plenty of fucking time to make shitty choices. Yet here I fucking am wasting away my time and my health.” Your voice sounded helpless, something you don’t have the energy to fight with anymore. “I fucking let myself do this.”

He didn’t react. His face was set in stone as you spoke. There was no indication that he actually heard you, or if he cared. You scoffed, tears flowing down your cheeks. “Get out,” you said. He doesn’t react. “Ji Yong,” your voice quiet. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You watch as he stands there, not seeing an inner conflict in him. It takes a second, he continues to stare at you. After a little while though he gets moving. He slowly walks away from the kitchen. You stand there, not watching him as he leaves. He stops at the doorway and turns back to look at you. He takes in your malnourished state before turning back and leaving without a sound.

~~~

“You’re an idiot.” Ji Yong tried his best not to roll his eyes at his father. He was right though. “Kwon Ji Yong, I didn’t raise you to act like this. You’re stronger than this.”

“I know, I know,” Ji Yong said. He didn’t mean to sound irritated. He didn’t want to come off as rude, but it was a bit disrespectful. “It’s just after mom-”

“Ji Yong I know,” Mr. Kwon said sternly. Ji Yong stopped his words. “I know what you mean and you have every reason to be nervous and upset. I know you’re scared.” Ji Yong looked up at his dad, his eyes wide and pleading. “After your mother, what happened to her…” Ji Yong silently sat, letting his father trail off at the memory of the beloved woman. “I know you’re scared of losing me, but I’ve already planned everything. I know it’s hard, but I’m getting old. I can’t do all the things we used to do together. I know my time is gonna come, and I’ve planned everything so that when it does, it’s easy to let go.” Ji Yong looked at him confused. Mr. Kwon sighed and laid back.

“(Y/N), Ji Yong. I wanted to make sure that you had someone after. I planned for you to have a family for you to lean on when I leave. And right now you’re putting it off,” Mr. Kwon ended bitterly. Ji Yong sighed and looked away. “So you know what you’re doing wrong.”

“I just-” Ji Yong stopped. He sighed, as Mr. Kwon looked at him patiently. The elder watched as Ji Yong stuffed his hand in his pocket. He noticed a fairly unnatural discomfort in his son’s pocket. Mr. Kwon raised his eyebrow as he took in Ji Yong nervous appearance. He smiled, putting together what his son was gonna do.

“Do it,” Mr. Kwon said. Ji Yong looked up at him wide eyed. Mr. Kwon chuckled and continued to encourage his son. “You love her right? And you’ve told her?” Ji Yong hesitated to answer. Mr. Kwon raised his eyebrow in return.

“So, I haven’t told her yet.” Mr. Kwon looked at Ji Yong ins surprise. Next thing he knew, he felt Mr. Kwon smack him upside the head. Ji Yong’s hand flew to his head, cradling the injury.

“Kwon Ji Yong, tell her,” Mr. Kwon demanded. “I’m more than sure that she loves you, although I bet it’ll take a good push for her to tell you.”

“I will, I just wanna make sure that you’re okay.” Mr. Kwon glared at his son.

“Ji Yong, I’m fine. You’ve been by my side for weeks,” Mr. Kwon said bluntly. “I love you son, I really do, but you have other needs and I can’t be your number one focus.”

“But-”

“What about Flynn?” The mention of Flynn shut Ji Yong up right there. His thoughts started to wander in a direction that he was scared of. What if (Y/N) gets hurt. What if Flynn attacks again. He has to be there to protect you.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Ji Yong said. He stood up by his dad, getting ready to leave. “And it’s working.”

Mr. Kwon held a smug smile on his face as Ji Yong continued to get ready to leave. “Go find her and tell her. Don’t let the first time you tell her when you do it too. It won’t be as nice. She won’t be focused on it.”

“Okay dad,” Ji Yong said. “I’ll go. If anything happens, let me know right away.”

Ji Yong paced outside your shared room. He was thinking about how he was gonna say it. How should he say it? Ji Yong silently muttered to himself preparing his long speech delivering his news.

You were quietly standing by the door. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but you knew that Ji Yong was outside. Your hand hovered over the doorknob. You had to be strong. You were mad at him for neglecting you and his job for the past few weeks. You had to show it. You couldn’t let him get to your sweet side. You took a deep breath before finally opening the door. You swung the door open quickly, catching Ji Yong off guard as he stopped pacing.

“I love you.”

You froze, dropping your cold wall immediately. You both stared at each other wide eyed. You felt your cheeks heat up. Neither one of you breaks eye contact. “What?”

“I love you,” he says. He spoke quieter than he did the last time, but you heard him. You felt your heart skip. You quickly remember the past few weeks and regain what you were gonna say.

“What the hell happened to you for the past five weeks Ji Yong?” You say, your face quickly retaining a scowl. Ji Yong sheepishly looked to the ground. “Seriously! I was worried that you were hurt or injured or mad at me. You cause me all kind of stress Ji Yong. Did you plan for this? You can’t just go and disappear from me without telling me or the guys something. Someone had to help get your whole business stuff back on track.”

Ji Yong’s ears perked up as he heard your last sentence. He looked up at you wide eyed. His eyebrows were up. “You took my place?”

You looked at him, a solemn expression on your face. You shrugged and nodded your head. “The boys helped and did most of it. I just made a few decisions. But that isn’t the point of the lecture. I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He looks at you, then flashes his eyes towards the inside of the room. You move aside and give him room to enter. He enters the room, letting you shut the door behind him. “I know that leaving like that was stupid and horrible, it’s just that after what happened to my mom…” Ji Yong trailed off.

You moved towards the bed, sitting down at the edge of it. He followed you, sitting right next to you. The room filled with silence as he stared off. “Ji Yong,” you started sensitively. “What happened to your mom?”

“She passed away when I was five,” he said. His voice was soft and quiet. He looked back at you. His eyes were sad but stable. “A bunch of men came in the house looking for my dad. They found mom instead.” You felt your eyes widen, carefully listening to the song. “She held me away from them, but they took me away from her and… beat her.” Your breathing stopped. “They held be back as they tried to get information out of her. She didn’t budge though. She was too stubborn. They beat her until she died.”

You let out a shaky breath. You slipped your hand in his, silently letting him know you’re there for him. He lightly squeezed your hand. “Dad got there before they could do the same to me.”

“Ji Yong, I’m sorry,”  you say quietly. You mentally cursed yourself, fully knowing how bullshit your response was. You see him easily dismiss your response and quickly come up with a more meaningful one. “I’m always here Ji Yong. Just don’t shut me out again please.”

“I won’t,” he says, a smile on his face. He gives you a quick kiss on your forehead. You lean into his lips. “I want to make it up to you.”

“How?” You asked, leaning away from him. He smiled down at you. His eyes sparkled with an idea.

“Go wear a nice dress, nothing too fancy. I’m gonna take you out on a date.”

Ji Yong loves going all out. Your first date consisted of him renting out an entire restaurant just for you two. This time, he had set up a big picnic in the middle of the woods. There was a blanket set on the ground with a basket holding down one corner of the blanket and another basket holding the opposite side. Ji Yong helped you get settled first before he gets the food for himself, settling down on the blanket next to you. You ate quietly, looking at the scene around you as Ji Yong stared at you.

“So you’ve been taking care of mafia business while I’ve been gone?” Ji Yong said, a small smug smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him.”You mean when you’ve been hiding away?” You corrected.

“And yes I have been.” Ji Yong smiled at you.

“I’ll talk to the boys on how well you’ve been doing,” Ji Yong says smugly. You scoff quietly.

“I’ve stopped two turf wars in the past two weeks. And one of them wasn’t even ours,” you say confidently. Ji Yong furrows his eyebrows.

“Why the hell would you stop someone else's turf war? It’s not our business.” Ji Yong questions.

“BTS was quickly gaining more turf and they were slowly taking over EXO’s territory. Before it got out of hand I sent someone to BTS to inform them that if they don’t back out and apologize we wouldn’t support them through other wars that’ll soon come. They realized that it was stupid and backed down a bit.” Ji Yong stared at you, still clueless. “After EXO they’d continue to spread into our territory. We had already found some AMRY showing up at our boards.”

“Oh,” Ji Yong said quietly. You seemed to handle everything on your own. Ji Yong’s hands went to his pockets. His fingers immediately took hold of the small box being carried inside. “I’m proud of you,” he said.

You smiled back at him and gave him a light peck on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“You didn’t go on any weapon checks or anything that required fighting or getting hurt,” he asked. Concern covered his face and voice. You gave him an annoyed smile but nodded your head.

“Yes, Ji Yong I didn’t do anything like that.” He smiled, letting all the concern wash away. He looked around the woods, letting silence settle in. He got up from the blanket abruptly. You look up at him from the ground.

“Come on,” Ji Yong says. He holds out his hand for you, which you gratefully take. You stand up with his help and brush off any dirt from your dress. “I heard that there’s a waterfall in these woods.”

You guys leave the picnic stuff and head out towards the woods. You hold his hand the entire time. The woods were pretty. All the tall trees that seem like they could touch the sky if they desired too. You heard the little and loud chirps of birds around you, as well as the insects that crept around in the trees. A comfortable silence settled in between you two. You’d occasionally feel his thumb rub light circles on the back of your hand, and every time you did it you’d lightly peck his cheek. He smiles widely and after receiving three kisses he’d anticipate it. It wasn’t until he turned his head and you kissed his lips did you have to take a moment.

“I think I found it,” you said after a good fifteen minutes of walking. You heard rushing water coming from one direction. You dropped Ji Yong’s hand started to sprint towards the water. Ji Yong followed behind getting ready to pop the question. You smiled as you reached the ledge, water flowing the edge to your right. Ji Yong stayed behind you, watching you as you stood on the edge. You smiled at the view. Below you was a small pond and river as well as trees. It was beautiful. You turned around, looking for Ji Yong. He stood behind you, lowering down to sit on one knee. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, a small velvet box resting in his hand.

“(Y/N),” he stated quietly. Your eyes widen at the realization of what he is about to do. He opens the box and reveals a ring. “Will you marry me?”

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“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. He frowned, confused as to why you would say sorry. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? None of this is your fault,” he reasoned. You sobbed, shaking your head. “I opened the door. You told me not to open the door while you were gone and I didn’t listen. I thought I could take care of myself.”

Ji Yong’s heart broke hearing you cry. He kneeled down, looking up at you as you cried. He brushed your hair out of your face, cooing you with soft hushes and hushed whispers. Tears fell fast down your cheeks and your chest shook as sobs wracked your chest. He stood up, sitting on the bed, his hand never leaving your cheek. He grabbed your head and pulled you into his chest, letting you cry into him.

“I’m so sorry baby girl, but none of this is your fault okay?” He reasoned with your feelings. “I should’ve been able to protect you even when I’m not here. I’m sorry.”

“Ji Yong, it’s not your fault. You told me not to open it and I did,” you croaked out. He frowned and continued to rub his thumb against your cheeks, brushing away your tears. “How could it be your fault?”

Ji Yong frowned. He felt broken watching you cry like this. He was so glad you were back in his arms again, and he was so grateful that you weren’t seriously hurt. “It’s my fault that I wasn’t here to protect you, but hey, you’re here with me now and you’re safe with me now. I swear I’ll protect you forever.”

Your sniffles and sobs had started to quiet down and Ji Yong knew you were starting to calm down. He changed his hold on you, letting his hand slide off your face and down your shoulder onto your back. He held you close to him, rubbing your back in soft circles. He held you as your sobs gradually quieted down. Once your sobs and small hiccups stopped he pulled you out of his chest and eyed your face.

“Feel a bit better princess?” He asks. You shrug and nod your head. He brushes your hair away from your face, stroking your hair lightly, relaxing you. “You wanna shower now?”

“Yes please,” you croak. He nods his head, letting you go and handing you the towel. He stays on the bed as he watches you slowly get up and move towards the bathroom. You stop as you make it to the door. “Yongie?”

“Yes princess?”

“Can, um… can you stay with me?” His eyes widen at your offer. You turn around to face him and he feels his face heat up.

“Like in the shower?”

“No, no,” you say. Your eyes go wide as you realize what you said. “I just don’t wanna be alone.”

“You want me to stay with you?” he asks. You nod your head. Ji Yong swallows thickly, already picturing things that’ll lead him to a cold shower tonight. He quickly gets off the bed and follows you into the bathroom, grabbing the towels. He walks in and heads towards the shower, the new dilemma being the clear glass windows that surrounded the shower. Awkwardness started to fill the once comfortable silence.

“I’ll-um,” Ji Yong stuttered, trying to find a solution to a problem he didn’t realize he got in.

“We could use a towel?” You mention quietly. He turns to you, a little dumbfounded and blushing wildly. He starts to get your drift as you unfold the towel he holds and starts to throw it up in the air. He puts a hand on your shoulder and waits for you to give him the towel. He effortlessly threw the towel onto the glass side, covering a good portion of the glass.

“Problem solved,” Ji Yong said, semi-proudly. You gave him a light smile and looked at him expectantly. Once again, awkward silence started to fill into space once again.

“Uh, Ji Yong, can you turn around?” You ask, a bright shade of red blush appearing on your face. Ji Yong’s eyes widen as he realizes what you’re about to do. He quickly turns around, a bring blush forming on his face. You quickly strip and hop into the shower, leaving your pile of clothes on the ground.

You turn on the water and let the quick rush of cold water wash over you before the water begins to turn warm. You watch as the glass begins to fog up, quickly blocking any clear view from escaping the glass. Hearing the running water Ji Yong turns around, his eyes quickly widening as he sees your bare figure through the glass. He couldn’t see the details that he wanted to see, but your clear silhouette was something he wasn’t expecting. He stared for a little, his imagination playing with what you would look like up close. His eyes widen as he heard you speak though, quickly and quietly standing behind the towel.

“I have a question.” Ji Yong’s eyebrow raised, although you couldn’t see it. He thought about it for a minute, maybe it was time to tell you.

“Go ahead princess,” Ji Yong said. “Ask away.”

“It’s the nickname princess,” you said, massaging shampoo out of your scalp. “Everyone calls me it, and I mean everyone. Flynn didn’t call me it while we were in college and now it’s one of his favorite nicknames. Do you know why?”

Ji Yong thought about it, and you were right. He didn’t notice it at first, but now that it’s been pointed out it became your trademark name. He knew why too, but it’ll be hard to explain without telling you the thing he’s been avoiding for quite some time.

“Remember when I was telling you about the mafia?” He started. “How it was kinda like a monarchy? My dad would be the king and how I was born into it?”

“Oh yeah, I remember,” you say, quickly trying to dismiss the other thoughts that came with that night.

“Well, if my dad is the King, that would make me the prince. And well, a prince… um, needs…” Ji Yong said trailing off. You squinted, your motions of washing yourself slowing. You were confused for a second before the realization of what he was getting at dawned on you. The marriage. He’s trying to tell you the marriage. You open your mouth ready to say something but quickly closed it. You weren’t supposed to know. Ji Yong clears his throat, snapping your attention back to him.

“A prince needs a princess,” he finishes. He feels a lump forming in his throat. Shit, how was he supposed to explain that he’s supposed to be your husband and that he knew for roughly twenty years? In fucking fact, he was supposed to marry you a while ago according to plan but Flynn’s been changing up all of his plans. “And you’re my princess.”

You roll your eyes at Ji Yong’s words, a stupid smile on your face that you can’t seem to get rid of. You quickly run your fingers through your hair, making sure everything is out of your hair. “Very cheesy Kwon Ji Yong, very cheesy.”

Now. He should tell you now. It’s all set up for him, and besides you care about him at least. It shouldn’t scare you away. “Actually I have something I-”

“Ji Yong, can you look away from the shower please,” you cut him off. His words stop immediately.

“Um, yeah of course,” Ji Yong said, his plans and confidence lowering a bit. He slowly turned around, facing the wall. You quickly peak over the towel, quickly checking to see if Ji Yong was looking. Turning off the water you grab the towel and wrap it around your body. You step out of the shower and grab the extra towel that Ji Yong grabbed for your hair. You set your hair up in the towel.

“You good?” Ji Yong asked. You smiled and answered with a short yes. He slowly turned around, cautious not to see something he shouldn’t. He smiled as he saw your face, raw and bare. Your nose was slightly red and your face had a few zits on it, but it was clean and beautiful and he loved how natural you were.

“So umm, you can get boxers and shorts in my closet, and a shirt too,” Ji Yong said. You nodded your head.

“Okay, I’ll go change into something. What about you?”

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said. You nod your head, beginning to turn away before turning back to him before you left.

“You were gonna tell me something,” you stated. His cheeks tint pink as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I’ll tell you when I get out.” You nod your head before leaving the bathroom, closing the door on your way out. Ji Yong sighed, taking off his shirt. He walked towards the bathroom, turning on the shower and changing the temp to cold water. Sighing he stripped off his pants and underwear and hopped into the shower, letting the cold water wash over him.

After a little hunting, you found a pair of boxers and shorts as well as a long T-shirt in Ji Yong’s big closet. You had already slipped on the boxers and shorts and were slipping on Ji Yong’s shirt as he came out of the bathroom. You let the shirt fall down your torso before turning around to face him. Your eyes widen and your face heats up as you see his bare chest with water droplets sliding down to the towel tied around his waist.

“Excuse me,” he said, his own cheeks tinted with pink. The last time he saw you in his clothes was the day he took you away. Now he saved you and you’re wearing his clothes once again. You looked so good in his clothes. He loved the way his clothing hung loosely on your shoulders as if they were ready to slip off you. He shook his head, now is not the time to have these thoughts. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and watched as you shooed out of the closet.

Jesus Christ, he looked hot. You couldn’t get the image of him out of your head. His hair was glistening wet as well, a few damp strands covering his eyes. The drops of water that you let your eyes follow as it streamed down his chest to his abs and reach the towel that made you leave the rest to your imagination. You sighed, trying to clear your mind of these thoughts before he came back.

You turned as you heard Ji Yong leave the closet, your body towel hanging in your arms. Your eyes widen once again as you see him leave the closet with just sweatpants on. You had seen him shirtless before, but things had definitely started to change between you two. The once ‘just friendship’ that you loved dearly was starting to change. Ji Yong messily used his towel on his hair as he tried to dry it.

“So you ready for me to tell you?” Ji Yong asked, breaking you from your trance. You nod your head as you sit down on the bed. Ji Yong joins you, throwing his towel into the hamper as he passes it. He sits down next to you. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it as he struggles to find the right way to explain.

“Yongie, you can tell me anything,” you say, placing a hand on his. He smiles at you, grabbing your hand in his. You slip your hand out of his, taking down the towel turban you had for your hair. You dry your hair, waiting for him to explain what he wants to tell you.

“A princess can become a princess if they marry a prince right?” Ji Yong asks. You look up at him, your head tilted as you scrunch and ringed out any water from your hair. This is what he was trying to tell you. You have to act surprised like it’s the first time you’re hearing this.

“I think so, why?” You ask faking a clueless voice. You watch as he plays with his fingers, wanting something to do.

“Well, people call you princess because you’re technically supposed to marry me.” He was being blunt, you gave him that. Although you did give it to him, it’s not an easy thing to bring up. Time to put your acting and lying skills to use. You widen your eyes and stop your movements with your hair.

“Really?” You say. Ji Yong eyes you and nods his head.

“Yeah really,” he said, a little unimpressed and a bit confused. “You’re really underreacting compared to how I thought you would.”

You stayed silent. Turns out lying to Ji Yong was harder than you thought. You continue drying your hair, rubbing the towel against your scalp. Ji Yong’s eyes widen as he realizes why you weren’t reacting as much. “Did someone tell you?!”

You give him a sheepish smile as you watch realization come over his face. He growls in frustration, getting angry that he wasn’t the one that told you, although deep down he was a little happy. Yes, he wanted to be the first to tell you about the arranged marriage, but it was a relief to him that you already knew and hadn’t left him.

“Who told you?” He asked.

“Promise not to yell at him,”

“Only if it isn’t Seungri,”

“It wasn’t. And be nice to him,”

“Okay, okay who was it?” He asked, a slight smile on his face.

“Your dad told me,” you said. Ji Yong’s smile quickly fell into a frown. “Don’t get all upset. All he said was that I was supposed to marry you and that you wanted to tell me the rest.”

“When did he tell you?” Ji Yong asked.

“The day you got shot by Flynn.” Ji Yong’s face contorted in concentration. He stayed there thinking for a minute. You set your damp towel on the bed and place your hand over his.

“Yongie, can you explain a few things about it to me?” you ask sweetly, wanting to let him know you’re not entirely upset about it. Ji Yong looks up at you and smiles.

“Sure baby girl,” he says. He grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “What do you want to know?”

“Well,” you started. “When was it decided?”

“I guess since the very beginning. Dad always planned ahead for life, and I think when he meant taking you into the mafia he had planned to make you my wife. Although I know that it was finalized by the time you entered middle school.”

“It’s a little scary how he’s already preparing for the future,” you say, staring off into the distance. Ji Yong nods his head and squeezes your hand, grabbing your attention.

“With everything that he has, it’s best to plan for the future,” he said. You nod your head.

“Yeah, but I remember him saying something like he won’t be around forever and stuff and he’s planning for when he isn’t,” you say concerned. Ji Yong’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern. You look at him, and he looks up at you. His expression quickly clears from his face.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be okay.” You nod your head, although you’re sure he said that for himself. “Do you have any more questions princess?”

Memories of your talk with Mr. Kwon flood your mind. All the rash questions you had back then seeming silly or dramatic now. “I guess what do you have in mind?”

“Hmm,” he hummed questioningly. He looked at you, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide. You smile at him and rub your thumb in light circles over his hand. He was too cute sometimes, you couldn’t help it.

“Well, you’re telling me that I have to get married to you, which I already knew, but what about you? What do you want me to do? What does being your wife mean to you?”

Ji Yong stayed quiet, thinking through what he should say. He wasn’t too sure what wife meant to him. He honestly hasn’t thought of the marriage yet. Yes, he had daydreamed of a life after marriage with you, the two of you, a daughter and a son by your side. When it came to words, and specifically you, he hadn’t thought of you acting differently just because you’re now married to him. In fact, the only real different thing was that you would willingly kiss him and vice versa.

“Being my wife to me means that you’ll be there for me when I need a comforting shoulder to lean on, just as I would do for you. My wife would be teasing and playful and would always make me smile, just as I hope to do for her. (Y/N), when I picture you as my wife I see the way you normally would act, but with a ring on your hand and one on mine that binds us together.”

Ji Yong’s face is inches from yours once again. Your cheeks are bright red, and your eyes are wide as they stare into Ji Yong’s determined and sincere ones. Ji Yong’s free hand comes up to your cheek, cupping it in a soft gesture. “You don’t have to change if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m more than happy marrying the woman in front of me.”

You felt your heart swell with happiness. You smiled at him, your hand coming up to his on your cheek. Your thumb swiped small circles on the back of his hand. He pulls your head down, giving him access to kiss your forehead. He kisses your forehead letting his lips stay there for a second. You lift your head, letting it rest against his forehead as your noses touched.

“Stay with me tonight?” you asked quietly. A wide smile spread across Ji Yong’s face.

“Of course baby girl, anything for you,” Ji Yong said, causing you to smile. Ji Yong lets go of your hand and begins to leave you. You watch as he leaves the bed and goes towards the bathroom and the closet. He closes all of the doors and shuts off the lights.

Everything goes dark in the room, and in a few seconds, you feel a hand on your knee. You grab onto it, knowing that it’s Ji Yong, and pull him onto the bed. You feel the bed dip and he then leads you into the bed and under the covers. He joins you under the sheets soon after, pulling you close to him. You face each other, your head resting right below his.

One little thought continued to bother you. Although it wasn’t something that you focused on a minute ago, you still needed to know. You felt Ji Yong’s hand lightly stroke your arm soothingly, but your mind was still up. “Ji Yong, when will you tell me about your mom?”

All movements stopped. You felt as he stiffened at your words. “I don’t think I’m ready for that (Y/N).”

“That’s okay Yongie,” you say, slightly disappointed but understanding. Ji Yong stiffly reached out for you once again, pulling you against him.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said. “I just don’t know if I can talk about that just yet.”

“Ji Yong, it’s okay,” you say. Your hand comes up to his face, it’s now your turn to cup his face and comfort him. “I won’t ever ask you to do or say something you might not be comfortable with.”

“Thank you (Y/N),” Ji Yong said. You both laid there, letting your tiredness take you over. Sadly though, as tired as you were the images of what you saw at Flynn’s were etched into your eyelids. Ji Yong had seemed to notice the lack of sleep and offered an alternative. “Do you want me to sing a lullaby princess?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, nodding your head slightly. Ji Yong smiles and clears his throat. A simple melody comes to his mind and he begins to sing it softly. His voice was quiet and smooth. In a matter of minutes, Ji Yong heard light snoring coming from your limp figure. He chuckled as he brushed any hair out of your face.