Lessons - Hangyeol
A/n: I’ve never written mafia stuff before so excuse this for sucking. Also, I can’t remember if this is proofread so I’m sorry if that’s not a thing here.
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“But daddy,” You whined in a voice that was a few pitches higher than your normal one. It normally worked on your father. Key word: Normally. “I don’t wanna marry him.” You pouted.
It’d been a week since you found out you were set to marry Hangyeol. Being the daughter of one of the biggest gangs, you figured this was bound to happen, but not after your twentieth birthday.
“How long are you going to keep this up?” He sighed. “It’s already been decided.”
“Yeah, by you.” You mumbled. “We’re already powerful enough as it is, do you really need more?” You tried.
“Are you telling me you don’t want more?” He challenged. “You know you wouldn’t be kept on such a tight leash with him by your side.” He pointed out.
That line alone had a bigger effect on you than you’d like to admit.
Your father always had you under strict control. Bodyguards and curfews that you deemed useless since you were trained in almost every form of self defense. Though you knew it was more than that, it still irked you.
“Did you guys pick a date yet?” You asked and he smirked.
“Later this year. They’ll be coming over in a few weeks to help with preparations.”
It was the last you ever brought it up, but it’s not like you had a chance to since everything that came after wasn’t anything your father had promised.
You and Hangyeol had been married for a year now, and if you thought your father was something else, Hangyeol was definitely worse.
Coming from your background you weren’t used to taking orders well and that’s all Hangyeol expected from you.
“Don’t leave the house.” “Tell the guys if you need anything, they’ll get it instead.” “Don’t interrupt my meetings.” “Don’t ask to come along when we go out.” God, did he have nothing better to do?
The first time you snuck out was successful. The second, too. But the third didn’t end so well. Hangyeol lecturing you as if you didn’t grow up in the same setting he did.
“If something happens to you, how do you think that makes me look?”
That was the day you were officially assigned guards, but oh, how Hangyeol underestimated you.
The next time you snuck out took a little more effort, but you were your own downfall because you drank too much and made a scene when you got home.
The fifth time you snuck out was almost a blessing had you not been thrown into lock down after. But something about pissing off Hangyeol had you wanted to try again.
So you did.
“Yohan,” You called sweetly, looking up at the boy that stood in front of your door. “Can’t I walk to his office alone?” You pouted.
“You know I can’t let you do that.” His tone flat, too used to hearing the same questions.
“It’s just his office.” You whined. “It’s right downstairs. Where else could I possibly go?”
“You tend to wander, y’know.” He gave you a look and you huffed, an idea popping into your head. You slowly walked over to the counter, your hands running under it and wrapping around the knife that was stashed there.
You’d learned the hard way that Yohan was a better fighter than you, so you had to resort to other tactics.
“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like it if I suddenly got hurt under your watch.” You paused. “My husband, that is.”
“And how would you get hurt?” He raised a brow.
“This room isn’t exactly baby proof, now is it?” You smiled, pulling the knife out, but leaving your hands hidden. “We both know he has stuff hidden in here. Do you really think I won’t use them on myself?”
“I thought we got over this whole ‘suicidal’ bit?” Yohan stayed calm. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this anyways.
“It’s still your word against mine.” You batted your lashes, revealing your hands and stepping back when Yohan flinched. “He already knows what you did anyways.” You baited, smiling when his eyes widened.
“I’m going to check if you made it there.” He said, moving to let you open the door.
“It hurts that you don’t trust me.” You pouted, walking past him. “But fine.”
The second the door closed, your head turned to see if anyone was there. After making sure it was clear, you started moving. The walk to his office wasn’t a long one so you didn’t have much time to get out. But lucky for you, everyone seemed to be busy, making your escape that much easier. You couldn’t say much for your return though. But that was a problem for later.
Given that this wasn’t your first time out, you knew the area, the club a couple blocks over to be exact. It wasn’t anything fancy, but still far from simple. You’d go out for a bit, drink some, dance, then go home.
Nothing could go wrong.
After getting there, it didn’t take long for your plans to take a different turn but it wasn’t entirely your fault. Most of the blame fell on the handsome stranger who seemed slightly familiar and offered to buy you drinks. And maybe you ended up drinking a bit too much, but when someone else is buying, how could you refuse? And that’s what landed you in your current situation.
Being led up the club stairs and into some random room.
Of course you weren’t thinking of what could go wrong. You’d managed to get out, you were finally having some fun. Plus, the alcohol in your system only heightened that feeling.
The fact that you made it into the room in one piece was a miracle given how your legs decided to give up on you halfway, but thankfully your companion helped you make it to the bed.
He crawled over you, roughly kissing you while his hands found yours and held them above your head. Your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling of someone touching you after so long, but the feeling was short lived as you started feeling dizzy. Maybe drunk sex wasn’t your thing, but when he started placing kisses on your jaw, you really couldn’t find it in you to push him away.
“If he finds out I’m with you, he’ll kill me.” He smirked into your ear. “Or would he kill you?”
The words didn’t quite register until you felt the snap of cold metal on your wrists, your body instinctively tugging at them while he got up. The dizzy feeling grew as you watched him move, your eyes closing so you could try and get rid of it.
“It’s not going to go away.” He smirked. “So stop fighting it and just sleep.” He cooed.
And as much as you didn’t want to, you did.
-
“Who’s going to tell him?” Hyeongjun asked nervously.
“You got the message, you tell him.” Yohan spoke with just as much nervousness.
“Okay, bu-”
“Can you stop standing outside my office and tell me what you need already?” Hangyeol’s voice came from through the door, cutting off Hyeongjun’s response.
The two stared at each other before Yohan nudged at the younger boy to speak up. Hyeongjun glaring and whispering a small curse to the older one before changing his tone.
“I-It’s y/n.” He closed his eyes, preparing for whatever was about to follow.
“What do you mean it’s y/n?” Hangyeol spoke as he roughly opened the door to his office, Hyeongjun holding up his phone to show a picture of you leaning against some guy in a club. “How did she even get out? Who was watching her?”
The boys looked at each other before looking back in front of them.
“We thought she was with you.” Hyeongjun spoke up softly, knowing it was the wrong thing to say but he knew he couldn’t keep quiet.
“Why would she be with me?” Hangyeol’s voice grew more strained as he was holding back his anger, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Where is she?”
“It’s Jaeah’s club.” Yohan spoke up this time.
Hangyeol scoffed at the name. Of course it was Jaeah.
“I’ll get her on my own.” He started, walking past the boys.
“Bu-”
“No.” He stated. “This is between me and him. Stay here.”
-
By the time you came to your senses, you tried to open your mouth, but it didn’t take long to realize there was tape and your eyes shot open, suddenly remembering what happened.
The handsome stranger was sat at the foot of the bed, watching you. Your eyes narrowed, starting to remember where you’d seen him before. Someone Hangyeol specifically told you to stay away from.
Yoo Jaeah.
“Stop staring at me like that.” Jaeah tsked. “Aren’t drugs supposed to relax you? Why are you still glaring?” He rambled on. “He should be here soon, anyways.” He paused. “If you fix your face, I promise I won’t hurt you.”
The threat was enough for you to relax your face, but you remembered that your hands were still cuffed.
“You won’t be able to get out of them.” He spoke up, seeming to have read your mind, but his words did nothing to stop you from fighting against them.
“Feisty one, huh? But I expected that from you.” He smirked as you wouldn’t stop struggling. “You’ll only make yourself tired~” He said in a sing-song tone.
Your response was muffled by the tape and you were partially glad. Anything you said would’ve just made things worse.
“If only I could speak mumbles.” He playfully sighed. “But you’re here for bait, not conversation.”
You rolled your eyes and mimicked him in a dumb voice. He seemed to understand though because he cocked his head to the side.
“Keep up the attitude and I just might go back on my word about not hurting you.” His tone dropped as he got up, walking passed the end of the bed and to your side.
“You just have to lay there quietly and look pretty for him.” He sighed, dragging a finger along your jawline. “That’d be kinda hard if you were all bruised up, no?” He pursed his lips.
You were expecting something else to happen, but nothing came as the sound of the door being kicked open took your attention.
“Down, boy. I didn’t hurt your little princess.” Jaeah scoffed, already knowing who was there. “But if you step any closer, I might.”
The ceiling suddenly became the most interesting thing you’d seen and you didn’t bother looking away from it as you heard the two start exchanging words.
You didn’t hear any footsteps so you were sure Hangyeol was still by the door.
“Why is she on your bed?” Hangyeol spoke through gritted teeth.
“She was moving too much.” Jaeah smirked. “So I drugged her.”
“If you drugged her, why is she cuffed?” Hangyeol continued.
“Can’t have her swinging on me when she wakes up.” Jaeah said. “We both know I’d hit her back and then you’d be doing more than just standing there, huh?” He smiled.
“Let her go. We can settle this without her around, don’t you think?” Hangyeol tried, his patience wearing thin, but he never liked putting on a show in front of you. One of the reasons he never let you go with him.
“I don’t take orders from you.” Jaeah scoffed, turning to face Hangyeol. “And given that she’s here, I don’t think your wife does, either.”
The words had you shutting your eyes. You knew what was coming, and you didn’t want to see any of it. Your point being proven when you soon heard the familiar sounds of punches, a small yelp coming out of you as the bed you were on was pushed slightly, followed by a loud thud before you tuned everything out.
You weren’t sure how long it went on for, but you nearly screamed when you felt hands on you.
“It’s me.” You heard Hangyeol’s voice before you felt your wrists fall as the cuffs were opened. “Keep your eyes closed.” Hangyeol ordered as you felt him pick you up, your arms clinging onto him.
You didn’t have to be told twice. You knew this wasn’t going to end well so it was best to not give him anymore reasons to be mad.
“And don’t worry, Jaeah.” Hangyeol spoke up. “We can finish this another time.”
Even after making it outside, you didn’t open your eyes. Not because you were following orders, but because you really didn’t want to see the look on his face. But your eyes slowly opened when he stopped.
“Get in.” He said, putting you down and opening the back door.
You slowly stepped in and he closed the door before making his way to the driver’s side.
-
He’d taken you back to the house, most of the men gone, but two cars were still parked out in the front.
“Wait for me inside.” He said flatly.
You gave a noise of approval before hurrying inside, seeing Yohan and Seungyoun at the door, them moving so you could enter.
You didn’t know what to do so you just sat on the couch, trying to stay quiet so you could hear when he was coming.
No amount of attention you paid prepared you for the door slamming open, your body turning to see Hangyeol coming in and throwing Yohan inside.
“So what exactly happened?” He started, looking between the two of you. “You were supposed to be watching her.” He looked down at Yohan.
“It was my fault.” You blurted out, not wanting it to escalate.
“Damn right it was.” Hangyeol scoffed. “But I wasn’t asking you, was I?”
“It won’t happen again. I promise.” You tried, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s all on me, he didn’t do anything.”
“Are you sure you can deal with all the blame, sweetheart?” His tone was darker this time and you only nodded. It wasn’t a lie. It really was all on you. But it’s not like you couldn’t handle your own.
“Then care to fucking explain?!” His voice was louder now and you knew he was done trying to keep his anger in. He never liked blowing up. Especially with you. But this time was different.
“Jaeah? Fucking Jaeah?” He scoffed. “Either you’re pretending, or you’re really fucking stupid.”
“Shouldn’t you be nicer?” Yohan spoke up. “She’s been through a lot.”
"Why are you still here?” Hangyeol glared. “I pay you to be a guard, not give advice.” He nodded to the door, Yohan giving you a soft look before heading out.
“Can’t you ever follow orders?” His attention was back on you and normally, you’d keep up your apologetic behavior, but the sentence struck a nerve.
“Orders?” You repeated, scoffing. “I’m not one of your men, Hangyeol.” You said his name bitterly. “I’m supposed to be your wife.” You scoffed. “But no, I’m a goddamn hostage.” You were playing with fire and you knew it. You knew he didn’t like the word, but for fucks sake, was it a lie?
“Keep going.” He warned, his tone dropping back down. “See what happens.”
“Am I wrong?” You kept going. “We’re married but you keep me locked away, you won’t let me leave and when I do I end up being babysat.” You rushed out. “Sounds like a hostage to m-”
You were cut off as he walked up to you, his hand wrapping around your throat tightly, your hands coming up to grab his wrist as you tried to swallow.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” He said sternly. “Or maybe Jaeah was right. You don’t take orders from me.” His grip tightened and you let out a whine. “Why is that, sweetheart?” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you not like being mine?”
You shook your head the best you could, your eyes closing.
“Really? ‘Cause you don’t listen as well as you used to.” He challenged. “Maybe I was too busy treating you like my wife because for a hostage, you sure don’t know your place.” He raised a brow. “Or is it because I never fully made you mine?”
There was a moment of silence and he let go of your throat, a small cough coming out of you as you looked up at him.
“Why else would Jaeah think he could touch me?” You glared at him, referring to his last sentence. “You’re obviously doing something wrong.”
He scoffed before responding.
“You asked for it.”
Before you could say something back, he was in front of you again, pressing his lips to yours, the pressure pushing you back but his arm came around to support you.
“What are you doing?” You panted out as he pulled away.
“Finally making you mine.”
It was all he said as he walked around the couch, his body towering over yours.
“Right here? With them outside?” Your eyes went to the door.
“They’ve heard worse.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t respond as his lips were back on yours. He didn’t move to catch you this time, letting you fall back into the couch instead while he moved between you, your legs instinctively making room for him.
“Was it this easy for him?” He scoffed as his mouth moved down to your jaw, nibbling lightly.
“It’s just been a while.” You glared. “But I’m a fool for a pretty face so maybe it was.”
You were met with a harsh bite below your jawline.
“Are you pissing me off on purpose?” He asked before sucking on the spot he just bit, not missing how you squirmed lightly. “Because acting up won’t get you what you want.”
“And how do you know what I want?” You challenged, your eyes closing as he sucked over your sweet spot, completely missing how his hand was on your thigh until it was too close.
“You’re not very discreet.” He chuckled. “You want it, so just give in.” He whispered, his hand finally cupping over you while he went back to focus on your neck.
The fact that you’d been reduced to this so quickly was kind of embarrassing, but given the circumstance, you were pretty sure being this needy was justified.
You couldn’t help it when your hips started grinding against his hand, the pressure feeling too good.
“Can you stop teasing?” You whined.
“Hmm, but I don’t think you deserve anything yet.” He smirked, licking over the spot he just marked while his hand moved to work on the button of your jeans. “Unless you give me a reason.”
His hands moved under the waistband of your jeans, teasingly rubbing over your clit through your panties.
“I’m still waiting for that reason.” He smirked. “Or you can’t come up with one?”
You shook your head, a frustrated groan leaving you as he pulled his hand away.
“And why is that?” He cocked his head to the side, his hand coming up to grab your chin so you’d look at him.
You glared at him.
“You can fuck me or I can get myself off.”
“You could,” He smirked, his hand going back down under your waistband and running a finger over your slit. “But do your fingers really feel as good as mine?” He raised a brow, watching as you shivered from the contact. “Wouldn’t it feel so much better to have someone else please you?” He pressed harder, his fingers dipping inside you slowly before pulling them out. “Or I could eat you out until you’re crying.” He smirked. “I know you can’t do that to yourself.” He chuckled. “So what is it?”
You let out a shaky breath. You never thought you’d be desperate enough to throw away your pride.
“Because-” You were cut off as his fingers pushed back into you.
“Keep going, sweetheart.” He smirked as he started thrusting them.
“Quit your shit, and I maybe I co-”
Your voice started out strong but turned into a small whine as he curled his fingers.
“Maybe you should quit yours.” He scoffed. “You talk like I can’t feel how wet you are right now.”
You clenched at the words and inwardly cursed yourself as you heard the breathy chuckle he let out.
“Y’know,” He started, his fingers moving to building a faster pace. “We did this for power.” He reminded, using his free hand to hold your chin in place while he leaned in, letting out a light chuckle as you bit your lip to try and hold yourself together.
“But I don’t plan on letting you go.”
