Dark Necessity - Mafia AU (Himchan x Reader x Jongup) - Part 2
Request: Continuation of part 1 ~Â
Warnings: Alcohol, slight sexual content, mentions of violence and other mafia related things
âH-Himchan?â (Y/n) breathlessly whispered as her worse nightmare stood in front of her. âMiss me?â a delightful smile formed on his face upon hearing his name from her plum lips and he inched a step closer causing her to take one back. âHow did you find us? And what do you want?â She boldly asked surprising herself with her courage after what he had put her and Jongup through. His smile widened upon hearing her question.
âWhy do you think Iâm here? 3 years ago, I said Iâd make you mine. Iâm just here to fufill my declaration. Moreover, do you honestly think it would be hard for a person like me to find you? Especially after my influence has experienced a tremendous increase?â He chuckled shaking his head and locked her under his intense gaze.
âLook at you, still as beautiful as everâ he gave a genuine smile which held no trace of cunningness or anything of the kind but seemed pure and innocent as a nostalgia danced in his orbs which disappeared as soon as it came.
âYou wouldnât come willingly I suppose?â That once gentle look was now replaced with a sly smirk.
âNeverâ (Y/n) instinctively backed away further, while on high alert knowing exactly what this man was capable of.
âWhy must you make things so hard?â He gave a fake sigh of disappointment.
âBut then again, I was expecting that. Tell you what? Iâve got a deal to proposeâ he gave a devious smile a (Y/n)âs ears perked up at the word âdealâ.
âMy urge to kill Jongup right now is really strong you know. Especially after the kind of stunts he pulled. Taking you away from me, destroying half of my empire. He did two things I dislike most, disobedience and betrayal. The penalty for both is deathâ Himchanâs gaze didnât once waver from her form and her stiffening upon hearing his last sentence didnât go unnoticed by him.
âPlease. Just⌠Please donât kill himâ she pleaded feeling pathetic.
âOh no. I wonât kill him for what he didâ Himchan strolled over to her making her stumble back until her back made contact with the wall.
âIâll torture himâ he snarled with a dark look covering his sharp features. Placing his hands on both sides of her head he leaned down until he was breath away from her lips. (Y/n)âs eyes widened in terror and her breath got caught in her throat.
âSlow and painfulâ he finally mumbled with his gaze travelling down towards her lips which made her gulp.
âUnless of courseâ He suddenly backed away putting safe distance between the two, making her let go of the breath she was holding and look at him curiously. âUnless what?â She cautiously asked prepared to do anything for him. As much as Himchan loved having the upper hand, her attachment to Jongup made his blood boil.
âUnless, you come with me willingly. If you do that, I will not touch a single hair on his head. Also, if you do decide to come with me, youâll have to break ties with him completely. Youâve got one day to think. Iâll text you the location and time tomorrow. If you make an appearance, itâll be yes and if you donât⌠Well, then you know how that goesâ he smirked and turned around leaving the dumbfounded girl behind. Placing his hand on the door handle, he turned his head taking one last glimpse at her. âAnd one more thing you should know. Iâm a man of my wordâ was the last thing she heard before hearing the door click. Feeling her knees go weak, she fell on the floor, recalling the events of the fateful evening.
âWhat took you so long Jagi? I was starting to get worriedâ Jongup chuckled getting up from his seat. âSorry.â She gave a weak smile. âCan we please get back home Jongup? I donât feel goodâ She sighed looking down. â(Y/n)? Is everything alright?â He frowned titling her chin up. âYes, just tiredâ she lied with a small smile.
The next day went fast and Jongup knew (Y/n) enough to figure out that something was wrong. He had asked her a few times throughout the day but he didnât want to push her further so he let the topic slide for a bit and decided that if she needed to share something, she would do so when ready.
It was late at night and the couple was sitting on the couch together watching TV. (Y/n) was cuddled up at his side with Jongupâs arm securely around her waist.
(Y/n) had been thinking about the proposition made by Himchan all day, weighing her options. And now, she had made her decision. Peeking over at Jongup, she looked at his majestic features. The sharp cheekbones, beautiful blonde-black tresses that complimented him greatly. His pale skin, soft lips. He was absolutely majestic. Straightening up, she turned towards Jongup and straddled his waist catching him off guard as his eyes widened a fraction. âIs everything alright jagiya?â He questioned as she was rarely the one to initiate something.
She looked down at his face and traced her finger down his cheeks, trying to memorize each curve making him shudder as he closed his eyes. And then slowly, she leaned down placing her luscious lips where they truly belonged, against his and kissed him with burning passion blazing inside of her. He placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving upwards, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her fully into him with their lips still attached. Breathlessly pulling away, their chest heaved up and down as they tried to intake as much oxygen as they possibly could.
(Y/n) moved towards his lips again for another kiss when he stopped her, placing a finger on her lips. âI am loving this Jagi, I really am. But first I need to know if youâre fine. You seem distracted latelyâ He asked caressing her cheek. âI justâŚâ She stopped and leaned over his neck, placing tender kisses causing making his vision to get clouded with lust. His breath quickened and he pulled her flush against him. âI need youâ she looked up at his hazy eyes and that was all it took for him to crash his lips against hers and lose control, taking her to their bed nearby.
Their night of intimacy was unlike any other for (Y/n) as she poured every ounce of her feelings into their kisses and tried to imprint every single detail of his body in her mind. This was indeed, their last night together. She would never feel his touch again, hear his voice or be near him and that shook her to the core.
Waking up to the sound of chirping birds, (Y/n) stirred in her sleep and felt her movement to be more constricted than usual, that is until memories of the previous night flashed in her mind and she allowed a small smile to grace her features. Opening her eyes completely, she looked at the peacefully sleeping Jongup who had a tight protective grip on her even in his sleep. She delicately ghosted her fingers above his chest, tracing it gently. Looking up at the clock, she read 7:56 and thatâs when she remembered that Himchan was going to text her the details and so, she reached for her phone. Sure enough, she had received a message from a private number. â11:30 AM at the New Year Venue.â Biting her bottom lip, she begrudgingly left Jongupâs side to freshen up. During her shower, she couldnât help the salty tears that escaped her eyes and travelled down her cheeks just like the water. Knowing Jongup had to get up for work at 8, she quickly got out of the shower and sure enough, he was awake waiting for her.
âMorningâ (Y/n) smiled and went up to him, giving a light peck. âHm, youâre able to walk after last night?â he groggy voice teasingly asked against her lips pulling her into his lap, making a dark crimson coat her cheeks.
âShut upâ she mumbled playfully punching his chest making laughter escape his lips as he buried his face in the crook of her neck âI love youâ he sighed. âI love you tooâ She gave a sad unnoticeable smile. Jongup soon left for work and she was all alone, packing her belongings.
With her heart cracking at every single step she took towards the cab waiting for her, she gave one last fleeting glance at their house and allowed a tear to slip down as she sniffed. She knew she made the right choice no matter how badly it tore her apart. She needed to do this for him. And so, for the first time in her life, she was leaving him without a proper well deserved conversation just like he had done with her years ago. Maybe this is how our relationship was supposed to be all along she ironically chuckled sitting in the cab and bringing her bag along with her. Breaking each otherâs hearts to protect one another. She only left a letter, knowing is she had done this face to face, heâd see right through her. At least through the letter, he wouldnât see the countless tears she shed as her heart ached with each stroke. But little did she know, heâd rather die and have one lifetime with her than spending a hundred without her.
â(Y/n)! Iâm home!â Jongup cheerfully called out as he entered their house and was greeted with an eerie silence instead of her cheerful voice. â
Jagiya?â he questioned in confusion and went towards the kitchen, only to find it empty. Frowning, he went towards the shared bedroom and saw no trace of her there either. But before he could leave and inspect the other rooms, a piece of paper which lay on the table caught his eyes. Knowing of (Y/n)âs tendency to keep the house spotless, he decided to inspect it. Getting ahold of the paper, he opened it and his confusion got even worse as he recognized her writing. But his heart sank with each word.
I donât know how to tell you this but⌠I guess the truth is always bitter. I love you and you know that. But not as much as I used to. I... I donât know how to explain this. But I canât keep living a lie. I just canât. In other words, weâre done.
Iâve tried so hard to build back what we used to be but itâs gone you know. There isnât that spark anymore. I gave it a lot of thought and tried to ignite the lost flame yesterday night. But itâs just not working Iâm sorry. I didnât know of any other way of giving you this information. I mean, I remember the fun weâve had together. I remember our vows, I remember everything. But I donât want anything to do with this or more specifically, you. I donât want anything to do with you basically. So, weâre done. And oh, donât worry. Nobody is holding a pistol above my head or I wouldâve written our decided code word. This is all me. I was infatuated with you yes, but it wasnât love. Just reckless infatuation. So, goodbye. And donât try to contact me as I wouldâve long changed my mobile by then. Even if I donât I wouldnât answer you so donât bother wasting your precious time. And youâre not the one at fault. I was just sick and tired of our boring relationship. I need alone time. I guess it wasnât meant to be. Youâll find someone else, someone better. Goodbye
Crushing the now wet paper in his hands, he clenched his jaw with tears rolling down his cheeks. His body shook violently as he grabbed the nearest object which happened to be a frame and threw it towards the wall with a loud scream, âNO!â shattering the glass into pieces. And just like that, he lost control as he wrecked the whole room throwing everything he saw and as soon as exhaustion consumed his body, he broke into a sob and fell on his knees, fisting his hands in his dishevelled locks.
â(Y/n)! I knew youâd be smart enough to make the right decision.â Himchan grinned as he saw her approaching body.
He was leaning against the wall in the parking lot close to the black SUV that awaited them both with two men standing next to it. He was wearing the same glasses and a proper suit. He looked over her condition and saw that she had bloodshot eyes. Then again, it was expected and he almost felt guilty making her go through pain. But the fact that Jongup was suffering cancelled the guilt. âCome nowâ he extended his hand with a smirk.
With a deep breath, she looked into his piercing pools and gently placed her hand in his which he gripped tightly. Going to the SUV, he opened the back door for her to enter like the gentleman he was and then, hopped into his side through the other door while taking his glasses off.
âI hope you know better than to break our deal. Because if you do that, not only Jongup will suffer the consequences but so will everyone else you ever cared aboutâ He spoke after a while.
âWeâre going to my hotel. After spending a night, tomorrow we would leave for South Korea againâ he spoke more gently this time while placing his hand under her chin and bringing it to face him as he pecked her forehead. âIâll treat you right I promiseâ he softly mumbled not wanting to scare the frightened girl any further and let go of her.
Himchan couldnât help his gaze which travelled to the marks on her neck that she had tried hiding with makeup. âIâm guessing you had an interesting nightâ he spoke after a while, burning holes in her neck and unconsciously clenching his right hand. (Y/n) turned bright red as she awkwardly coughed pulling the collar up. After one look at her adorable embarrassed face his anger vanished away and he chuckled looking away again. The effect she had on him scared him completely.
Jongup was a complete mess. He took a month off from his job, he was broken beyond repair and had frequent visits to the bar as he drunk his pain away every day, every night. He loved her with everything he had and he was sure she loved his just as much. Nothing was adding up but there was no mistaking the writing he didnât know what to do anymore.
One usual day, ha sat drinking his poison hoping to die eventually when his ears perked up as he overheard some men talking âIâve heard that Himchan got his girl back.â âYeah! Thatâs right. What was her name againâŚ.? (Y-) (Y/n) right?â Jongupâs head snapped in the direction of those voices and he felt himself become fully sober again. With his thoughts running wild and having no clue what was going on, he screwed his eyes shut pondering over the events. It all made sense now. His eyes snapped open and an ominous aura surrounded him.  It was Himchan all along. Thatâs why she seemed distressed since the New Yearâs Eve. Thatâs why she was being intimate the other day. Everything made sense He had no idea what Himchan had offered her or if he forced her but one thing that made him the happiest man alive was when he realized that what they had all along wasnât a lie after all. She did love him, as much as he loved her.
Getting up, he got a closer look at the men and saw they had something in common, tattoos of dragon adorning their skin. Being sure he had seen the same kind of symbolic dragon before, he decided to do some research.
After 3 days of some solid research and less drinking as he had stopped poisoning his liver since he found out the truth, he got a lead. He also used his rusty skills to confirm his theory and the rumours he heard as he plunged himself into the criminal underworld yet again. As his uncle used to say âOnce a mafia member, always a criminalâ. He hacked into a security camera at the New Yearâs Eve party and paid close attention to any suspicious people coming before or after (Y/n)âs visit to the ladies room and sure enough, he caught a whiff of odd dark red hair that exited the ladies room. Zooming in the picture, heâd recognize the face anywhere.
The men with the tattoos were a part of Dragon King mafia, the national level rival of Senhanjeo. And now, he had the perfect plan in mind as he waited for the leader to come and see him.
âSo, youâre the backstabber Jongup?â Jongup heard a booming voice come from the corridor behind him and turned to see a man wearing a suit and black coat along with silver hair slicked back and a cigar between his lips.
âYesâ Jongup gave a simple reply as the boss named Chungeo Kazuma sat in front of him.
âWhy do you want to join us? Give us a taste of your backstabbing as well?â he chuckled gazing at him intimidatingly. âI want revenge. And Iâm going to get it whether you help me or not. Even if you do decide to help me, Iâll not only bring down your competitor, but youâll become the talk of the year among the underworld with Himchan out of the pictureâ Jongup boldly stated, staring right at Chungeo.
At this, Chungeoâs grin widened âYou have fire in you. I like that. Welcome to the family sonâ he grinned standing up and patting his shoulder as Jongup sat baffled having never guessed joining them would be so simple.
"Come on, I'm taking you out now." Himchan smiled, putting on his blue jacket on, turning around to see (y/n) dressed in sweatpants and a large t-shirt, which had previously belonged to Jongup - not that Himchan knew. It had been a month now, a month since she'd left Jongup and came back to South Korea with Himchan.
"I uh really don't, can I just cook for us-" She began, playing with her hands as she began but Himchan smiled, walking over to her and stopping her midway during her rant by placing a finger on her lips.
"Shhh, don't worry, you can come like this, let's go." He gave her a soft, genuine smile, before moving his hand down to gently grab hers, twining his long slender fingers with hers. (Y/n)'s eyes widened, she really didn't want to go with him, really but giving it a small thought, she agreed. After all, this was her new life and Himchan was her new partner.
"Sir, what would you like to have?' The waiter timidly asked the pair. (Y/n) looked up, her eyes meeting the poor terrified waiter who shook as he stood there. Himchan had brought her to the best restaurant in the city, which was all booked for them and scanning the area, (y/n) immediately felt embarrassed. The staff were all dressed in fancy black suits, even the security guard and yet here (y/n) was, dressed in Adidas sweatpants and hoodie with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
Himchan smiled at his beloved, she was indeed too adorable. He chuckled, taking his coat off and handing it to one of the waiters and sat down himself, taking off his thick black glasses and placing them on the table.
After ordering their meals, after much persistence as (y/n) refused to order such unnecessarily expensive food, the pair sat in silence until their food came. The black headed female placed the two glasses of wine on the table, only to jumble the second glass, spilling the red wine over Himchan's lap, causing (y/n) to look up when Himchan groaned and a familiar sound of footsteps came rumbling.
"I'm so sorry Sir! I'm so sorry! Oh dear god, please Sir, I'm really sorry-" And before Himchan could say a word, (y/n) burst out laughing, her beautiful features becoming even more prominent as her melodic laugh reached Himchan's ears. He paused, lifting his right hand to signal his bodyguards to stop as he watched in awe, everything around him getting blocked apart from the precious angel around him.
She laughed, ignoring everything, her hand moving to her chest as she laughed with all her heart, her eyes twinkling, the small strands of hair framing her face moving as she bobbed her head leaning back against the velvet cushioned chair. "I'm sorry, it's-" She began, trying to calm herself down but burst out laughing again, hiding her face with her hands. Himchan laughed, waving off the poor waitress that was scared to death and she hurried off. He reached over, removing her hands from shielding the beautiful view in front of him.
"Don't take my euphoria from me." He grinned at her, softly holding her hands.
"Hello?" Jongup asked into the phone, after all, it was a private number.
"It's been a while." A familiar voice came, causing him to unintentionally tense up as his grip on his phone tightened. It had been 6 months since this man had ruined his life and here he was again.
"What do you want?" Jongup growled back, running a hand through his again blue hair. After all, he needed to be intimidating, he was part of the second largest mafia in all of Asia.
"I mean no harm, just wanna have a chat, you know, about ⌠(y/n)." Himchan's previous tone changed into a sly one as a smirk formed on his lips as he watched his beloved come out of their shared bathroom as he sat on the couch, talking to Jongup via an earpiece.
"You bastard, if you've damaged a single hair on her head, I swear I'll kill y-" Jongup began, shouting into the phone but Himchan cut him off, laughing.
"Relax, I'll have the address sent to you." He replied, and before Jongup had the chance to break into uncontrollable swearing, Himchan disconnected the phone, ripping the earpiece out of his ear and leaning his head back. (Y/n) looked over at him, her wet hair slightly dripping on to her grey sweatshirt and her black skinny jeans showing off fine legs.
"Baby girl, how was your shower?" Himchan smiled, getting up and moving closer to her small form. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his hard chest, tracing his nose against her neck as she shuddered in his arms, her hands tightly gripping his forearms.
"Mmmm, you smell delicious, absolutely delicious." He mumbled against her neck as she tightly clenched her eyes shut, leaning into his touch as her slightly wet and cold skin burned due to his touch. "My precious kitten, my precious." He continued, leaning down lower, moving her collar lower as he kissed her shoulder, the first time in the last 6 months. It was only last week that they began sleeping in the same bed and Himchan was more than ecstatic, he'd been prepared to give her all the time in the world.
"Hi-Him-Himch." She stuttered, his touch igniting a different kind of fire inside her. Himchan closed his eyes peacefully, before turning her around in his arms and falling backwards on to the bed, pulling her on top of him with her hands against his chest.
"Say my name baby girl, come on, say it." He whispered into her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe, pulling her even closer to him if possible.
Jongup sighed as the blindfold fell of his eyes, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room. Looking around, not seeing a sign of his wife and his eyes stopped on a familiar figure sitting on the black leather chair. It was Himchan, dressed in a large black coat and jeans.
"Have a seat Jongup." He smirked, leaning back into the chair as Jongup sat down.
"I've heard you've joined forces with Kazuma himself?" Himchan asked, raising an eyebrow. Jongup glared at the older male, before reaching to his waist band, feeling his gun. "If I were you, I'd pull my hand back, after all, it's not my wife who'd have to see my dead body." Himchan taunted, causing Jongup to freeze temporarily before he looked back up.
"Now I know why you joined the Dragons, it's clear, you want her back but before doing something, I want to ask you one thing, are you going to take away her happiness?" Himchan asked, confusing Jongup who continued to glare at the older male.
Himchan chuckled, before reaching into the pocket of his black coat and pulling out several photographs and threw them on to the table in the middle of the pair. Jongup's eyes scanned the photos as he picked them up, his eyes refusing to believe what he saw.
It was Himchan and (y/n), his (y/n) but here she was, laughing and smiling with Himchan as the pair sat at a table eating dinner, he quickly flipped to the next one, seeing Himchan's hands on her cheeks, her face bright red, another of the pair cuddled against each other in bed and the next, which absolutely crushed his heart.
It was (y/n), lying against Himchan's bare upper body, her own body covered by the sheets but no sign of clothes on her as indicated by her bare shoulders. Tears threatened to fall, how had she given up on him so easily? Had it been that easy? To forgot him, his love, his touch in a mere 6 months that she'd given herself away to the man that had caused them both so much grief. He was completely unaware of the fact that the photo did not show what it did, after all, nothing had happened between the pair, the strap of her singlet had fallen off and Himchan had used the honest mistake to manipulate the situation perfectly.
Clenching his jaw tightly, his looked up at Himchan who taunted him with another sly smile. "She's happy with me, she's treated like a queen, and she loves it." Himchan continued, leaning back against his chair.
"She begs for my touch, shudders at my touch, moans my name, you should give up on her now, she has the perfect life here, unless you want to take that away from her and pull her back into your miserable relationship that is." He smirked, knowing he'd struck a nerve, a painful one.
"I'm giving you this chance, leave us to be, and I'll make sure you have the best life there is, the best job, house and car, find yourself a new girl, start over, (y/n) will soon become Mrs. Kim anyway." He finished, pulling out a large document from his other coat pocket and handing it to Jongup. Divorce papers.
If possible, his heart shattered even more. Everything around him becoming a blur as he tried to read the papers. Divorce of Moon Jongup and Moon (Y/n) due to martial conflict.
"It's the only thing stopping us so I'm asking you to sign and let us start our life together." Himchan said, watching Jongup carefully, noticing his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on the papers. Giving in to the wild storm of emotions, Jongup slammed the papers down on the table, grabbing the pen and furiously scratching his signature onto the blank line, before getting up and walking off out the door, not caring about a single thing.
"Please, no!" (Y/n) shouted, shuffling around in her sleep, tonight was a rare night when she was by herself, Himchan was over in a different city and she was plagued by nightmares. Her loud screams and sobs could be heard in the entire first floor and caused Daehyun to come rushing to her room, worried for her safety.
He knocked on the door but after hearing another loud scream, he made his way inside, unaware of the fact that Himchan had entered the mansion. He quickly scanned the room, his gun raised in a defensive position but after not finding anything, his eyes fell on the bed, where (y/n) lay, a sweaty mess.
"Hey, you're alright." Daehyun cooed, taking a seat on the bed and gently shaking (y/n)'s arm as Himchan made his way through to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water and some painkillers.
(Y/n) continued to sob and scream, still in deep sleep and Daehyun sighed, before pulling her closer to him, after all, he couldn't leave her like this, no way. Her loud scream caught Himchan's attention and fearing the worst, he ran towards his room, gun ready in his hand as he made his way down the corridor, being slightly shocked to not see Daehyun at his guard position at the end of the hallway and he colour from his face began to drain away as the image of Daehyun trying to do something to (y/n) crossed his mind. With new found speed, he reached his bedroom, expecting to find Daehyun forcing himself on to her but was shocked upon seeing (y/n) sobbing in Daehyun's embrace as he stroked her hair. "Shhhh, hyung will be back soon, you're ok." He continued, completely unaware of Himchan's presence at the door.
"Daehyun..." Himchan called out, catching the pair's attention as (y/n) was now fully awake and still crying, after all, she just had lived through the murder of her husband, Moon Jongup. Daehyun instantly looked up, sending Himchan an apologetic smile as he got off the bed and Himchan took his spot and Himchan smiled at him, appreciating the fact that his close friend and right hand had stepped in and helped (y/n).
"(Y/n)..." Himchan whispered as the terrified girl wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest as she cried. "Shh baby girl, you're alright." He cooed, stroking her hair and wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her beside him. He could feel his heart drop as every little sob ripped through his chest, he couldn't see her in pain.
"Come on baby girl, you're fine, please stop crying." He cooed softly, using his free hand to raise her face so he could see her. (Y/n) looked up at him, her bloodshot eyes meeting his soft, concerned ones as she leaned forward and voluntarily pressed her lips against his, trying to seek comfort in her highly vulnerable emotional state.
Himchan instantly tensed up, feeling her soft, salty lips against his own, he froze, not knowing how to respond. His stomach exploded with butterflies as she desperately moved her lips against his, moving over into his lap with her legs on either side of his body.
(Y/n) kissed him with passion, her hands gripping the collar of his black shirt as she tried to get a response from him. "JongupâŚ" She softly moaned against his lips as she broke off a little, letting her clouded judgement get the best of her, puling Himchan back to reality as he pushed her off him, preventing her from connecting their lips again.
"I love you, so damn much but now isn't the time kitten, not now." He softly smiled, hiding the hurt feeling that his heart was experiencing as he cupped her face, leaning over to place a tender kiss on her forehead before pulling her against his chest and wrapping his arms around her, allowing her to break down in his arms again.
After all, he wasn't going to take advantage of his weeping angel. Himchan spent the entire night, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, stroking her hair, holding her close as she fell back asleep, breaking down the walls she'd built up to keep him out.
"You know alcohol is meant to be slow poison but at the rate you're going, you'll be dead very soon." A soft, feminine voice broke Jongup out of his thoughts as he chugged another glass of straight whiskey. This had been his daily routine for the past week or so, he'd moved to Australia back again, seeing that his current mafia group needed him there.
He looked up, his eyes meeting a pair of blue ones as he stared at the girl in front him, tall, brown hair, big luscious lips and sharp cheekbones inviting him in. "What say you and me leave this place?" She asked, having seen Jongup here for the past 7 days and finally working up the courage to talk to him.
"I'd be ecstatic." Jongup replied, paying for his drink and getting up, following her out of the bar, if (y/n) had forgotten him and moved on, it was time he do the same as well.
"Yah Jagi, stop!" (Y/n) laughed as Himchan attacked her neck with kisses as the pair sat outside on a dinner table at one of the finest restaurants in Australia. It was their first marriage anniversary and to celebrate, Himchan had taken her around the world, their final stop being Australia before they headed home. "I can't wait to get home tonight." He whispered in her ear, causing her to turn bright red, as he chuckled at her reaction.
The pair continued to goof around with each other, completely oblivious to the blue haired male and the brown headed girl that sat across the table from them, celebrating Jongup's birthday.
Almost incidentally, Jongup turned around, having heard a familiar laugh only to see (y/n) and Himchan seated across from his table, the pair were so engrossed in each other that they didn't even notice Jongup being there. Jongup's girlfriend noticed the odd shift in his beahviour and reached out to grab his hand, breaking him out of a train of old memories as he smiled at her, continuing his conversation with her, completely ignoring the two most prominent figures of his past.
(Y/n) on the other hand, finally managing to push her husband and his perverted thoughts away from her, laughed as she looked around, before her eyes stopped on familiar blue hair and her smile vanished. It was Jongup. Turning her head further, she saw the beautiful brown head with him and the pair laughed and Jongup leaned forward, pressing a kiss on to her forehead as they got up and got ready to leave. He's happy, he's found someone new, you should let go of him too Himchan's words rang through her mind, indeed he'd found someone else.
Himchan noticed the situation and before something else could happen, he tapped (y/n)'s shoulder, causing her to turn around and smashed his lips against his wife's as Jongup looked at the pair, only to see them with their lips against each other's and he growled, looking away and lead his girlfriend out of the restaurant, causing Himchan to smirk into the kiss as he bit down on (y/n)'s lip, claiming his dark necessity once and for all.
