#mafia ff

idk if i like this but my girl req it so yall know i had to do it!

warnings: filthy asf. 18+ mdni, mmf threesome, eiffel towering (smoke in the back duh), spanking, dirty talk, mafia!smoke, mafia!john, little bit of praising.

anyone who knows you knows that you’re spoiled.

it isn’t your fault.

every man you’ve ever been with has spoiled you rotten. smoke most of all.

he wasn’t the best boyfriend no but he made sure you had everything you wanted and needed. now john? he was amazing.

the whole boyfriend thing, he had it down packed. you just wished of course, that he or your ex would’ve mentioned knowing each other.

when elijah first came by to talk business, you looked like you seen a ghost. “i didn’t know you worked together” you whispered after pulling john away.

“yeah we’ve been in business for years”.

and from that day forward it seemed like they were inseparable just to taunt you. they would decide things together, go everywhere together. it started to get weird when they would both flirt with you “you look good baby” john would grab your chin before kissing your mouth.

“good ‘nough to get bent over that counter” elijah told following the same path of his friend to the refrigerator.

john didn’t even bat an eye at smoke’s comment.

so it really came as no surprise that you would end up like this.

you were on all fours (doggy is smoke’s favorite) with your ex behind you and your boyfriend in front of you, lips wrapped around his dick and your other lips wrapped around smoke’s.

“mmh” you would moan at the feeling of elijah in you as it quickly got muffled against your boyfriend’s skin. you were full.

“mhm—arch that fuckin’ back” told smoke as you complied. john held your head steady and continued to fuck into your mouth “that’s it, good job baby” while sliding down your throat.

your eyes watered, he was too deep.

“it’s okay baby, i promise you can take it” that felt condescending as hell. behind you, smoke pushed down deeper on your back before slapping your ass.

if you could talk right now, you’d cuss.

all it took was for elijah to part your leg since you were now laying flat on your stomach, and you automatically knew what he was finna do.

you felt him slide in again but with how you were laying he was deeper now.

“mmm!” you whined at the feeling “feel good don’t it?” he leaned down to whisper in your ear before wrapping his arms around your throat and thrusting into you.

you whimpered quietly as john continued his ministrations.

“feels so good in this mouth” while shuddering. y’all had never done this before surprisingly. that explains why he came so quick. “fuck” moving your head faster through the aftershocks.

smoke’s was shortly behind his. “nut in this pretty pussy again” and he did just that as you followed suit. a chain reaction.

Mafia it's not cool, it's not romantic and there aren't any cute boys or hot couples. It's death, pain and unjustice. Anything but something worth of a romantic fanfiction, it's a form of disrespect for all of us.

I don't know if this even exists but anyway.

Remus "Badass gangster Mafiaboss" Lupin

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Rating: Mature

Genre: Action/Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Description: Why would you care that you have three young, fine, and mafia related men wrapped around your finger? It just matters on the choices you make along the way and who you turn into. But its also not like you have family to turn to, the only person you had is the reason you're in this mess.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Cursing, Mafioso Themes, Mentions of Mafioso Themes (that's all this chapter too..)

Here's to chapter 2, I'm sorry for taking so long.. I'll try my best to make sure it doesn't happen again ❤️

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It’s been one and a half hours since these men had just barged into your house. They've been getting agitated with you for declining their command to get into the car. It wasn't like you would just give up your freedom willingly. Your dad was also trying to convince you to just go with them. No. It didn't make sense that he got to decide how your life would just change unexpectedly.

You groaned out looking up at Namjoon; the boss of the group, "I already told you no. My dad can get himself out of his own trouble. I shouldn't be involved," You explain but they all didn't seem to care. It was like they didn't care about your opinion. "That's not how this works. I'm going to say this once, the longer you take to come with us.. the more pissed off I get." Namjoon snaps taking steps closer to you so that he was now right in front of you and just looking down at your smaller figure.

You felt small under his intent gaze so you immediately took a few steps back, and then turned your head to Taehyung, who was the redhead in the room as he spoke, "Him pissed off really isn't pretty, so just come on" he said trying to 'reason' with you. You took a deep breath, looking down to the floor as you thought. How hard could it be to get away from them.

You lived in a one-story home so you could easily run away freely if you wanted too, all you had to do was get to your room and lock your door, "Let me go get my things." You said finally and before you even had the chance to walk down the hallway Jungkook had moved to the side and gotten in the way. He was the one who had a hood on but he took it off and you were able to see his dark brown, doe eyes, the bottom half of his face was still covered with his mask.

"That won't be necessary." Namjoon speaks again making you turn around to face him, "You're a hostage being held until your father pays his debt to us. So whatever we give you is what you own until you come back." he speaks out before chuckling at you, that made you annoyed. Your dad would probably sell all of your stuff and who knows how long you'll be gone for.

At this point you wanted to cry, everything was just so stressful right now. You turned and took a couple steps towards the front door, looking over your shoulder at the three men and your dad packed in your living room. Maybe you should just go. You've been helping your dad for so long, and he was all you had. You tug at your bottom lip, putting it in between your teeth as you thought. Either way you technically would have to go, it's just whether you are forced or willing.  You opened the door and started to walk out, you didn't even bother to try and run. It wasn't just that you were scared to go, it was that your dad hasn't seen you cry in years and you would never give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your weakest.

The cold air instantly hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine along with goosebumps soon after. You tried to quickly think of any ideas to get yourself out of this situation, but it was impossible. You weren't allowed in your room and you're lucky you even made it towards the door. You sighed and kept walking, looking at the car that the guys had pulled up in as it slowly got closer to you. It was a black car.. it was big too, big enough to fit at least 8 people in their own seats.

You managed to take about 10 steps out of your home before you felt a strong force tugging at your waist followed by another hand over your mouth so you wouldn't be able to scream. Whoever it was began to forcefully pull you closer and closer to the car against your will. You thought about fighting back but it wasn't like you'd be able to put up much of one in the first place. You didn't like this feeling, it had your stomach turning a million times. Being taken away from your home and forced into a mafia house.

It wasn't long before you were being forced into the back of the car, at first you tried your best not to get cramped into the car but that plan was interrupted when another male who had been in the car all along had grabbed your wrist. You flinch and looked up widening your eyes as he spoke up, "I swear I'll put a bullet in you if you don't fucking get in this car" he threatened.

This man was pale. He had an interesting haircut.. Being blonde mostly and then his undercut was brown with bangs that stopped just above his small triangle shaped eyes. He seemed a bit more serious than the rest of the boys there or just in an extreme rush to get to wherever the hell they were going after taking you.

After the threat was sent you couldn't help but nod your head. Who wouldn't? You slowly step into the car, getting a slight push from the guy who had grabbed you. After you had been pulled down to sit in the middle seat in the second row of the car the person came and sat right next to you then the car door was shut. You instantly turned your head to look at who had been so aggressive with you for no reason and then he looks in your direction as well revealing that it was Jungkook who had assaulted you.

Everyone else was starting to pile in the car, Namjoon was driving and Taehyung had sat upfront in the passenger seat. Meanwhile, you just stared in front of you while they got situated in their seats. You were scared, angry, nervous, sad, and confused. All at once, so you didn't really know what to think.

The car got started and it soon began to move. You just sat quietly, you're hands resting in between your thighs nervously. So many emotions were running through your head by that point, it all made you stressed and when you felt that way you cried. So when a tear just happened to form in your eye and then followed down your cheek you weren't surprised. To hide the fact that you had started to cry, you just looked down in your lap and closed your eyes.

"You wouldn't be in this situation if you just left him" You heard someone finally speak up, breaking the silence that had flooded into the vehicle. The voice came from the front so you peered up at the male and it was Taehyung. You just shrugged in response more and more tears coming out of your eyes. A sigh came out of his lips. "I'm just being honest," he said before chuckling lightly.

If he was trying to cheer you up it definitely wasn't working. How were they all so calm and professional about this? How many times have they taken an innocent person from their home? None of this made sense and you were starting to build up the courage to ask a question but instantly lost it when the male you most recently met had decided to speak up instead.

"Give me your phone." He commanded reaching out his hand for you to put it in. You look up at him. Everything that has come out of his mouth made him seem like a complete dick. You sniffled as you moved one of your hands from in between your thighs and reached in your waistband. You then pulled out the device and set it in his hand.

You watched as the male took the phone away and began to roll down the window, after he did he held one part of your device in both hands. You couldn't help but flinch when he bent it and had it almost crushed in half. It made you realize after the longest that this was no longer a 'leave you're home until you're dad pays his debt' situation. It was something you would once again have to try to get yourself out of.

The boy threw the phone out the window and rolled it up, he then leaned against the door and closed his eyes, not speaking up again. You decide to not give much of a reaction to him, if you did you'd be showing him he's in control. Yes, he technically was but you didn't want to give the satisfaction to him.

You bring your hands up to your eyes and wiped the tears away from your face, happy that you weren't wearing make-up. Now you were looking out the window as you passed buildings after buildings. The buildings that they were passing started to become sparse and soon it was only trees with the occasional street light.

After a long silent drive, the car turned into a gated driveway. You looked at your surroundings constantly trying to recognize where you had been taken too. The gate was opened after Namjoon typed in a code and he drove forwards, you're eyes widened as you approached a huge mansion that was surrounded by woods and was completely secluded. 

The car was parked and you were once again pulled out by Jungkook. That was getting annoying and it made you want to say something but you didn't. You were too nervous to say anything just in case you'd get yelled at,,, or killed. You just wanted to lie down and fall asleep. It was late and many events happened within the last few hours so it was reasonable to be tired.

You looked at Namjoon as he walked to Yoongi and began to quietly talk to him. Taehyung however comes over and wraps his arm around you with a smirk "welcome home" he said chuckling. When he spoke he brought his other hand up and put it up in front of him to further show off the mansion.

"So cool.." You whisper back sarcastically, the exhaustion in your voice obvious. Taehyung pulled you forwards, closer to the house making you sigh. "Are you tired or something? Cheer up! Be happy Namjoon isn't putting you in a cell." He laughs. His sense of humor already seemed to be off. How is not being put in a cell a joke?

It didn't take long for you to be brought inside their home. As soon as you walk in you are met with a long and wide hallway with a designer carpet in the center, a table rested on it holding a small plant in a flower pot. Towards the end of it was a huge staircase that led upstairs. You look up and notice that there was a small indoor balcony that led two separate ways. A crystallized chandelier hung right over where you stood. Everything lit up appeared so golden and beautiful to you, it almost made you forget what kind of situation you were in.

You stopped looking and glanced up to Taehyung, "It's really pretty.." You had to admit. Taehyung wasn't exactly you're friend but he's not someone you hated so you didn't mind saying it "I know," he replied cockily, "But let's get you to your room. I don't want to carry you when you get too tired to walk." He shrugs glancing at Namjoon for permission to take you. Once the boss nodded the boy began to take you to your room.

On the way there he explained a few things and how the situation was hopefully going to play out, at all times every single door in the house will be locked along with some of their men walking around the halls to ensure that you weren't doing anything suspicious. Other than that, you pretty much had free reign of the basic rooms in the house. If a door was locked then you knew not to go in there.

All of this made you feel better, knowing you'd have your own privacy.. And you also wouldn't be treated like a prisoner unless you had given them a reason to do so. "I see.. But what if he never pays the debt off?" You ask since the subject has been switched to how you were put in the center of the drama.

"If he never pays, you never go home. If you don't prove a value to us within a few weeks.. maybe months then Yoongi will more than likely convince Namjoon to have you sold off." Taehyung spoke so bluntly to you, it was as if he's known you for years instead of a few hours. He wasn't physically aggressive towards you like some of the guys living there but he also wasn't the nicest person you've met either.

The information shocked you though. You're dad had to pay or you'd just be sold off since there was no way you'd give a mafia any particular perks. That's one of the only facts that actually terrified you. If you were sold then the things you could be forced to do would be unimaginable.

"I swear if you start crying your eyes out again.." Taehyung said letting out a loud groan, "dead ass. Don't think about it. It's that simple" he said before opening a door on the left side of the hallway. You peer up and looked at him. You weren't even going to cry, the audacity this man had to even think about accusing you.

"I wasn't ev-" You shamefully get cut off from a low chuckle "It doesn't matter does it?" He says, glancing back at you with narrowed eyes. Something about that made you just shake your head 'no'. "You actually know how to listen?" He laughs, his lips tugging up into a smirk, "Shocker."

You just frowned, you wanted to retort so badly but the fact that they controlled if you get sold off or not flooded you're mind and made you just remain silent, following him inside the room. You glance to a window instantly seeing that it looked strange. Taehyung apparently noticed you're confusion and took a few steps towards the window, knocking on the glass when he was in reach "Bullet Proof." He states. You're mouth formed into an 'o' shape for a few seconds before nodding again.

He moves across the room to make sure every window had been screwed or nailed shut so that even if you had the balls to jump from the third story, you couldn't. You walk next to him and looked out the window, noticing that there was a pool that ended about a foot away from the wall and curved around to the opposite end of the wall.

"And that's why the windows in this room are locked at all times," Taehyung mutters, "but you seem tired so imma let you sleep" he waves lazily before walking out of the room. When he was out the door he yelled "Never lock your door by the way!!" And then that was it from him. He left and you now stood in complete silence other than the fading footsteps of the random red head that had just entered your life.

After a while of just looking around the room without moving your body, you finally go towards the door and closed it. You then walked to your bed and sat on it, you're eyes closing as you feel how comfortable the mattress was. It was as if it wanted you to sleep forever and in your mind, that wasn't too bad of an idea at the moment.

You lay back against the sheets and sigh, your hand resting on your stomach as you slowly think of what happened today. You whine out after a little bit, grabbing the blanket that sat at the end of your new king sized bed and pulled it over you in attempts to get warm. Your eyes starting to get heavy and your unwillingness to move is what signals you that you were tired. You let yourself flutter your eyes until they remained closed, rolling over on your side as you slowly drifted away into sleep.

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The sun shining brightly is what had your body shifting back and forth so you could try to go back to sleep. All of those attempts failed though. You groan out as you slowly sat up, defeated. Glancing around the room, you come back to the realization that you weren't in your own home anymore.

You still feel tired, although, you knew that it would be impossible to fall back asleep. So instead, you get out of the bed while rubbing your eyes. When you're hands were moved you opened them again and noticed that a nicely folded pair of clothes had sat on the dresser positioned against the wall in front of the bed, below the tv that was mounted to it.

You quickly grabbed them and looked at them, shocked to see that the articles of clothing had lingered close to your size. A small breath leaves your lips knowing that you wouldn't be forced to sit in dirty clothes all the time. You go to the bathroom that was connected to your room, the entrance resting on the same side of the room as the bedroom door.

Walking into it, your eyes widened seeing how nice it was. Everything was perfectly cleaned and the marble countertops looked to be newly polished. You're shower and you're bath both separate and the toilet had its own room.

You set the clothes down and looked around a few more times to get a better feel of the room.

You decided that you want to take a shower. It’s not that you want to impress but it's the fact that she just felt dirty. Her eyes looked to herself in the mirror and she really did look a mess. A groan leaving her lips, she turned her back to her reflection and began to strip before stepping into the shower.

It didn't take too long for you to finish showering before you cut the water off and stepped out. You grabbed one of the towels from a rack and wrapped it around your body, trying to dry yourself off. Once done, you start putting your clothes on. They had given you a pair of gray Calvin Klein sweatpants with a cropped white tank top to wear for the day.

As you were walking out of the bathroom, you're stomach growled. You had to get hungry at some point. You didn't want to leave the room but you would have to eventually. A sigh immediately escapes you're lips as you think to yourself.

You could easily stay in the room and wait for someone to force you out but you also didn't know how long that would take. Defeated, you slowly walk out of the room. You glanced both ways in the hallway to make sure no one was there before hesitantly leaving the comfort of the room.

You walked down the hallway with your arms crossed protectively over your chest, taking small deep breaths as you did. Your eyes trailed to the milky walls as you walked, and before you know it you had walked down two flights of stairs and now were on the first floor.

Dragging your feet behind you, you eventually found the kitchen, trying your best to avoid eye contact or conversation with anyone in the halls. You walk into the kitchen only to be met by a male who had appeared to have been eating silently, on his phone.

He seemed to instantly noticed your presence because he lifted his head and looked at you, letting you see his full beauty before choking on his food. His eyes were small, his silver, messy hair reaching down just past his eyebrows. He had very full, soft-looking lips and his skin just as flawless as the rest of him.

“Y/N right?” He asks, flashing you a soft smile. You nodded slowly, just standing there awkwardly as he began to stand up to approach you. You instinctively took a step back causing him to stop and sigh.

“I’m Jimin,” He introduced himself, his eyes went over your body and then back up to your face. You nodded and looked away from him. You didn’t really know what to say to him, it wasn’t like you knew him. “Oh- do you want something to eat?” he asked raising an eyebrow and motioning to the fridge.

Your lip gets caught between your teeth as you looked around, “Yeah.. I didn’t know anyone would be down here though” you admitted causing Jimin to chuckle, “I get it. First day here, don’t really wanna talk to us.” he stated, and it was truthful. You didn’t want too, yet he just seemed the friendliest so far.. Everyone else had been shoving you around and it was nice to know they weren’t all like that.

Jimin then moved out of the way and went back towards his seat, “You can get anything you want, but make sure to save Jungkook some banana milk.. I don’t wanna deal with him whining today.” his words made a very small smile form on your lips. Jungkook? The big bad, hound dog? Soft? You didn’t believe it.

You opened the fridge and immediately was overwhelmed with how much food was in the fridge. You randomly grabbed a banana milk. You then dug deeper into the fridge and found some leftover steak. You grabbed it almost instantly and pulled it out of the fridge, trying your best to ignore Jimin’s stare. You swore if he didn’t stop holes would be put into your back.

You heated up the steak and opened the banana milk, sipping it before you heard the microwave beeps. You instantly turned and grabbed the plate before basically going through all of the cabinets and drawers before finding the silverware. You picked up a fork and a sharp knife and headed over to the table where Jimin sat.

Jimin looked at you before raising his eyebrow, his eyes slowly trailed to your hand where the knife was. He then shot forward and grabbed your wrist, wrapping his small hand around your flesh. Tightly. You jumped before your head shot up so you could look at him shocked, not expecting him to be so bold with you, “Wha-”

“Namjoon-Hyung will be very pissed if he hears your holding a sharp knife.” The boy says simply, eyes piercing straight into yours. You couldn’t help but just nod, letting his other hand come and take the blade out of your hand. “Hoseok was supposed to put them away..” he groaned. “Sorry, I didn’t know” You muttered under your breath watching as Jimin breaks the eye contact you two shared and pull the plate closer to him and began to cut the steak into pieces himself.

It really was going to be a game with earning their trust. You wished that you could just go back and leave your father, but that was the past. You just needed to figure out a way to get out of there, and to be free again.

After you had finished eating, You were about to grab your plate but Jimin took it before you could even touch it. So instead, you began to stand up and go towards the exit of the kitchen. You got to the doorway and suddenly you saw Yoongi.

He wore a sweatshirt and joggers. Simple, yet hot. He looked to you, and then to Jimin. “Namjoon wants us all in his office.” he mumbled and turned around so his back was facing the both of you, “he seems like he’s in a pissy mood so don’t take 10 minutes.” and with that he put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

You instantly looked back to Jimin who didn’t say one word to his hyung the whole time. “Do this, Do that.” he spoke out while shaking his head, “that’s all they ever say.” your eyes narrowed at his words. He said them as if he didn’t want to listen to the commands his ‘boss’ gives him and it made you realize something. He could be your key to escaping.

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warning: mature, gore, yandere themes

word count: 4.7k

Love Shot Mafia Series

The atypical mafia troop EXO was formed in the disguise of a modeling agency, in which eight young handsome men use their charms and sly tactics to deceive the aristocracy. Through the practice of their lucrative methods of pulling off heists and discretely eliminating their competition, they are able to make a name for themselves, and rise as the most prestigious agency in Korea. But what happens when an intruder discovers the dark secrets and intentions of EXO, intentionally or not?

A collective series of one-shots (all x reader) featuring the EXO members as mafia gang members. Inspired by the latest comeback, Love Shot, of course.

Night shifts were too agonizing for you; your back would ache from the long hours of standing, and eventually start to slouch due to your bad habits and lack of proper exercise. Your boss wouldn’t let you sit down as you worked the cash register, already scolding you once without reasoning, until you did it again and he started to berate you with a lecture of how unprofessional you would look, portraying the store in a bad manner. Even then, you remained silent during his lecture, biting your tongue back from revealing the sarcastic snides running through your head, like the fact that this was a gas station convenience store, and not some high class restaurant. 

No matter, you were grateful of the pay and what the job entailed. You simply had to stock items here and there, and assist customers when they would come in to pay with cash, or when they picked up a quick snack. Along with the location you worked at, which was relatively isolated from the closest well populated city, it meant that the workload and customer interactions would only be way less. 

To your pleasure, things ran quite smoothly for the first two month. You played mini games on your phone to pass the time and not fall asleep from boredom. As a college student, you were very much used to staying up late, but it certainly didn’t help that the white LED lights of the store were sleep inducing because of your straining eyes begging to close. You managed to never let it happen, though, as you were well aware of the security cameras set up for your boss to review later and instantly fire you if you were caught for the third time. 

It was a Friday night when the first strange encounter with a particular customer occurred. Your friend had invited you out to a dessert shop, but you had to decline because you wanted to pick up the extra shift. So from 10 PM-5AM, you were stuck by yourself yet again...or so you thought.

Three o’ clock rolled around, which you took notice of from the clock on your phone, and you let a sigh escape your chapped lips, before purposefully releasing the ugliest yawn you could muster. You lean against the counter top, palm raising up your cheek, as you stared down the aisles. Your vision was starting to blur and get hazy, and before you knew it, your eyes had been closed for 5 seconds too long. But the distance muffled noises of a vehicle was approaching your hearing, and although you were in the state of zoning out, you were became immediately alert and hyper aware as soon as the sound reached your ears. You sprang up from your slump, hands sticking to your sides. For once, you thanked god that there was a customer, otherwise you would’ve definitely fallen asleep.

You watch from your register as a man on a motorocycle pulled up to one of the filling stations, the rumbling of their engine sounding erratic, as if it was quite low on fuel and quite literally about to run out. The man on the bike hopped off, his stature quite intimidating  from your position, as the dimmed lighting of the station made him appear as a tall, dark shadow. However, his long legs were taking him over to you, and not to the station to start filling up the bike. As he came closer, his striding figure was illuminated by the lights inside the store, and you were able to examine him. He was dressed rather peculiar, in merely an all black attire consisting of a leather jacket and denim jeans, within the dead cold of the night surprisingly. You could barely make out his expression because his dark greasy hair was hiding most of his face, aside from a his lips that were parted and cracked. His abs, which were of great detail, were certainly not hidden nor shy, as it the sweat accumulating all over his chest shone under the glaring lights. 

You start unintentionally sweating, not willing to admit to yourself that you were very much intimidated. You always heard of horror stories of employees that worked night shifts, especially those who worked at convenience stores. But you felt more assured that your fears were valid when the customer had caught your eye on his way to the entrance of the store, and never looked away until he was directly in front of you.

Towering over the counter, causing you to lean back slowly so he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were frightened, he pants heavily and asks, “You work here?”

You hesitate, looking up to him, wavering eye contact between his two pupils. His stare was sharp and cold, almost lethal at this level of proximity. 

“Well?” His voice is coarse, and he has to clear his throat. He eyes your nametag as you answer him back.

“Uh, yeah?”

The customer looks back up to meet your eyes, his focus solely fixated on you. Out of nowhere, he suddenly breaks into a smile.

“Can I borrow some money?”

You freeze. What an oddly polite way to rob a store.

“E-Excuse me?” You manage to answer back, still confused as to what his intentions were. 

“You know, money. I don’t ever carry cash, and I left my card at home. I swear I’ll repay you. Just this once help a guy out please!” The man starts to plead with you in a daringly innocent manner. You really would’ve thought it was cute and tried to warm up to him if it weren’t for the fact that he still looked like a he just came back from a turf war. 

Out of fear, you run inside to the staff room, where the man assumes you’re going to get the money he’s asking for, as he calls out “Five dollars please!”. You hide behind one of the walls once you entered, where he wouldn’t be able to see you. You stand motionless for several seconds, contemplating your decisions, before ultimately deciding to give the man what he wanted so he would leave you alone later. He wasn’t exactly threatening you or anything, and you didn’t really mind sparing the five dollars that you were supposed to have used today on delicious cakes. The thought was bittersweet; just because you didn’t have the perfect day you wanted doesn’t mean you should bring his day down.

You fished out five dollars from your purse, and then rushed back out to make sure he wasn’t actually a thief trying to take advantage of your kindness and steal behind your back. Luckily, he was still there, arms crossed, but a wide grin still present on his face. It surprisingly grew wider at the view of the crisp bill in your fingertips.

When you handed him the bill, he held it as if it was the most sacred treasure in the world. 

“You ever think about how money runs the world?”

You were caught off guard by his question, wondering why he would ask such a thing as he stared at the bill longingly. 

“Sure, but if that’s how the world runs, then I got to make sure I make ends meet.” You reply, a hint of snarkiness apparent in your tone, to which the stranger snickered at.

“You’re an interesting one. Here, I’d like to pay for gas and a snack.” He hands back the bill to you, and you give him a puzzled look.

“What snack, exactly? I need to know the price.”

The customer scans his surroundings briefly until he lands on a particular food item, which was a chip packet. He seems to not have read the label carefully, but picks it up anyways, and throws it onto the counter without hesitation.

“This one, exactly.” The cockiness in his tone is well matched to your early remark. You don’t question it and quickly ring him up, to which he throws his hands into his front pocket and smirks. When you look up to give him his change, his gaze has shifted and he looks innocent again, gladly accepting the small amount of change with a bow and murmur of repetitive “thank you’s”. 

You think you were rid of him finally once he was leaving your presence, but a sense of fear fills your being when he turns around and greets you goodbye:

“I’ll be back soon!”

Teaser 

so finally the teaser for the Chanyeol Mafia story. I have all the ideas laid out in my notebook but i haven’t quite put them into chapters yet. 

however this story will be about the troubled girl Ruby who more or less willingly starts to work for the Family. 

Admin  asked for a Character in the ‘Done For’ story that will have a story with Chanyeol so that’s what happened. 

Disclaimer : This story will have Drug Use and Prostitution and probably other things that could disturb people but I will mention them above the Chapters once they are finalized.

So I hope you liked the teaser ♥

also deep apologies for the lack of activity on this blog from Admin  and me. But Admin  is having a lot of exams right now and I am preparing for a trip to Seoul which i am very exited about and had a big lack of energy and could not really make me write anything. But I’m feeling better and I still have quite some material that I just have to finalize and I think that I will be soon posting things again.

I really want to write some oneshots again, cute ones, angsty ones but I don’t have a lot of ideas for them so if got any ideas you can surely request them.