“Mingi-“.

“What is it, Jagi? Tell me-“, Mingi nuzzled his nose into the space behind your ear.

You sobbed, squirming but not being able to get away from him in the slightest. His broad form was caging you in, body pressing you into the mattress from behind, big hands pinning yours to the mattress on each side of your head.

His cock was twitching against your soaked pussy, not pushing in, his slow and lazy thrusts just making him slide in between your folds and his head nudge against your clit.

“Please just- fuck me, please”, you whined, trying to angle your hips up to guide him in, but it was futile.

“Ahh, so that’s how it is”, he cooed, tongue darting out and touching your neck there, “Pretty girl is too impatient, yeah? Just- let me- a little longer, okay? Feels so good like this-“.

Your moan was gut wrenching, his pace stuttering because of it, but still torturing. Mingi was drunk on the friction the sheets underneath you provided, combined with the slickness of your pussy gushing down on him continuously.

Except the fact that he wasn’t willing to cum inside you each time, he didn’t hold himself back anymore - he was hungry for you, craved your touch, your embrace, your lips and your pussy and wasn’t afraid to show it in the privacy of your ongoing solitude.

He told you the others would join you in the second estate soon, but as long as they weren’t here you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. The staff serving you food and keeping the house clean didn’t seem to want to be involved in any of this, so they weren’t saying anything whenever they saw you two together.

“Please-“, you turned your head to the side to be able to look at him properly.

Mingis pupils were so blown, you couldn’t even see the irises anymore. He stared at you in awe, lips slightly parted as he continued to hump you.

“I can’t- fuck- feels so good”, he grunted.

And with that, he let go of your hands, kneeling in an upright position on the bed and pulling your hips up roughly.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, ramming his leaking cock inside of you in a swift motion.

“Wait- oh my god-“, you whined.

You came instantly when he bottomed out, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly just once. The orgasm hit you like a truck, he was fucking you through it with quick and harsh thrusts - not stopping as long as you were pathetically clenching down on him.

“Fuck-“, he growled again, pulling out just in time to cum onto your back with guttural moans.

You could feel the warmth of his seed on your skin, whimpering because you preferred to feel it inside, but he still was denying you that.

Both of you were breathing heavily, both of you immediately searched for the others closeness.

Mingi laid down beside you while you turned to your side to face him, pulling you close to his chest.

There was silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence with Mingi was effortless, not a burden - it was a conversation that didn’t need any words. You just needed to feel and hear each others heartbeat, needed to feel each others skin.

“I’m getting you out of here”, he promised you quietly, “I’ll find a way”.

Your eyes lit up, your hands coming up to his naked and sweaty torso.

“You’re going to run away with me?”.

There was a slither of hope in your voice, immediately smothered by the shake of his head.

“No”, he said flatly, “You know I have to stay, but I’ll make sure you can get away”.

His broad hands cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him. The amount of sincerity in his face was unbearable, you could feel how fast his heart was beating underneath the palm of your hand.

“You don’t deserve to be locked up”, he cooed, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, “I’ll think of something, yeah?”.

You could melt into it, if it wouldn’t have stopped so quickly again. His hands slipped into your neck, holding you impossibly close and inhaling the scent of your hair. This was more intimate than sex could ever be, it was pure and raw. And everything you ever needed.

“I won’t leave without you”, you sighed.

Mingi chuckled, it was a sad laugh. Discussing this was futile, but you wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let go.

Mingi and you used every second together, not knowing when the two of you would be separated again - you knew you couldn’t keep any of this up when Hongjoong was with you again.

You spent your days with cuddles, conversations, sex - just being together.

Mingi turned out to have a whole lot of stamina and he was more than happy to use that to pleasure you. But you wanted this, enjoying everything he gave you and you even were bold enough to try and seduce him. Most of the time, it didn’t need much convincing though.

You’d put on one of these flimsy lingerie dresses Hongjoong had bought you and despite you admitting that you felt dirty that you wore it for another man, it only heightened the pleasure for you.

“You trying to make me weak or something?”, Mingi asked, seeing you in it.

It was a lace dress, completely see through with huge cut outs on the side - basically presenting you naked with nothing left to his imagination.

You noticed him shifting in his seat, hands clutching his pants.

“Is it working?”, you chuckled.

Mingi groaned, head falling back into his neck.

“You know it is”, he admitted, “But I have to work”.

You saw his phone in his hand, he clutched it so tightly like it was personally insulting him, hand closing around it.

“Didn’t Hongjoong say you should take care of me?”, you cooed, a pout on your lips, “Isn’t that also part of your work then?”.

It was twisted, how you used the abuse for this, but maybe that was a way to make it less painful, less real. Like a really really unnerving way to cope with it.

There was a little laugh on his side and he shifted again, spreading his legs for you to stand in between his knees.

“You’re right, jagi. I bet he would be thrilled if he knew”.

It was a warning, but he still grabbed your hips to pull you a bit closer while he leaned back. Maybe it was just a warning to himself.

“He would”, you agreed, “Because you’re doing such a good job”.

He huffed, letting you sit down on one of his thighs. Just like the first time you had been intimate like this.

“Don’t say shit like that”, a hand slid behind you, up your back, “Do you even wear something underneath that thing?”.

You shook your head, watching Mingi in- and exhale deeply. You relished in the way he reacted to you, it was so inherently empowering to know that he wanted you so bad.

“How about- you prepare yourself for me while I make this phonecall? And then I’m all yours”, he cooed, “You can ride my thigh like this, right? Be a good girl for me, jagi”.

You felt your pussy throb at this, you nodded a bit too quickly to be nonchalant. You were probably already ruining the fabric of his pants without even moving on it, you felt it getting sticky because of your arousal.

The rough fabric felt good against your clit though, you almost rocked your hips back and forth automatically in a need for more friction.

“Hey, yeah, everything’s been fine”, Mingi said into his phone, sounding a bit too normal for your liking - as if this wasn’t exciting for him at all.

Your fingers sneaked up his chest, up into his neck and played with the strands of his hair there.

“She’s getting used to it, I think. No, she didn’t”.

His gaze flickered to you and although he didn’t sound affected by what was happening, you could very well see it in his eyes.

“Did you manage to come up with a solution to that problem?”, he asked, “Hongjoong, it’s very- I know, I know”.

You felt your heartbeat get a little faster, a little kick to the already spiking heart rate when you heard that name. So instead, you decided to concentrate on the way Mingi looked at you, how he scanned your barely covered form while talking to that man.

While one of your hands stayed in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, the other came down to his crotch to palm the outline of his cock through his pants.

“Uh-huh yeah”, he sighed audibly, “Yeah, I get it”.

You grinned satisfied, very pleased that this simple act was enough to rile him up. When you leaned forward, one of the straps slid down your shoulder. Mingis eyes followed, making it heavily obvious what he was thinking right now.

It spurred you on, making you move faster on his thigh, the pants rubbing so deliciously over your clit.

“That’s- okay, yeah. Okay”.

You didn’t think he was actually listening to what his captain told him, not with his cock twitching underneath your hand.

“Okay, see you then”, he ended the call, literally throwing his phone onto the other chair next to him before he hoisted you into his arms to stand up with you.

“What did he say?”, you taunted him, grinning brightly as he opened the door to the balcony with one hand.

“I don’t care”, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, setting you down onto your feet in front of the railing without breaking the connection to you.

The metal was cold in your back while he shoved his own body against yours, pressing his erection into you.

“And since you like the thrill of getting caught-“, he turned you around, lifting your lingerie dress so he could reach your pussy, “I figured you would like this”.

His middle finger dipped between your folds immediately, not wasting any time to shove it into your entrance in a swift motion.

“Hahh- Mingi-”, a hand clasped over your mouth, shutting you up with it.

“Shhh”, he cooed, nose nuzzling into your hair, “Still have to try and be quiet, imagine someone seeing this and telling the captain”.

You didn’t want to be reminded of the man basically having you in his claws. You didn’t want to be reminded about what would happen when he showed up here - when you and Mingi couldn’t be together like this anymore.

So you turned off your brain, just living in the moment, holding onto that slither of hope that was the man behind you. And Mingi helped you with that, gathering your wetness to rub your clit with it.

“Can you keep quiet when I fuck you, jagi?”, he whispered.

You nodded, although you weren’t sure you could. But that didn’t matter right now. His hand on your pussy was gone and you heard him unzipping his pants to pull out his cock.

“Let’s see”.

He pushed you forward into an arch, bending you over the railing and shoving that useless dress higher again so he could guide his dick to your entrance like this.

Needless to say you couldn’t keep quiet, not even when just the tip was sliding in. You moaned, muffled by his palm. His sounds were unfiltered though, groaning deeply when he pushed forward, slowly forcing his dick inside. You couldn’t stop the noises that found their way out of your throat, you were glad he was at least partially silencing you like this.

Mingis hips stopped when he bottomed out, he let you get used to the stretch, hoping it would be less intense and you would be able to keep your voice down. The fact you could feel him twitch inside you relentlessly made you move on your own.

You grinded against him, moving your hips back and forth slowly at first, but you got faster gradually.

“Greedy girl”, Mingi growled, “Fucking yourself on my cock for everyone to see?”.

You moaned again at his words, your hands gripping the metal of the railing so harshly, your knuckles turned white.

Although you just had started this, you could feel how close you already were. It wasn’t even embarrassing for you, you couldn’t even care less about it - the situation, the way he fucked you here in the open although he really shouldn’t - it all made your arousal only more intense.

Mingi moved with you, hips snapping forward to meet you halfway through, his free hand grabbing your hips for leverage. Your head fell forward immediately when he let go of your mouth, not being able to contain the sounds of pleasure in the slightest, the sobs and whines came out continuously.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“, his hands were gone, letting go of you completely and you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out, one of his hands wrapping around his base to squeeze once, stopping himself from reaching his release too fast.

Mingi was staring at you with half lidded eyes, enjoying the sight of you bending over effectively naked, his hand starting to move in quick pumps.

“No-“, you sobbed, spinning around to grab his wrist, “Please- just cum inside this once- please”.

Your dumb fucked brain made this decision for you, you needed to feel him coat your walls, needed to feel him finish inside of you.

He looked at you, a grin threatening to form on his lips.

“Want me to fill you up so bad? I can’t- I-“, Mingi sighed, you could see his jaw clenching, “Fuck it-“.

He wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up into his arms, walking over to the sofa standing in the corner of the balcony.

He splayed you out there, sliding back in and held himself up over you on his elbows.

“Can’t deny you anything- shit-“, he moved in a punishing pace, his cock drilling into you with a breathtaking force, “Fucking take it then”.

You held eye contact, not even daring to look away, cupping his face as you feel him finally cum inside of you.

But his movements didn’t stop, he seemed obsessed. Now that the final restraints were gone, he continued to fuck you, pushing his cum deeper into your pussy like this.

It made you tumble over the edge as well, your back arched off the couch from the dizzying sensation of your orgasm, walls pulsing around him and milking him dry.

But he still wasn’t stopping, driving you into overstimulation with his unrelenting thrusts and even though it seemed to be too much for him as well, he just couldn’t detach himself from you.

“You wanted it so bad, huh, jagi? You gonna take some more, right?”, he leaned down to kiss you, bribing you to endure the overwhelming feeling.

But no matter how overwhelming it was, the way his cum was oozing out around his cock whenever he moved back was enough to make you nod.

You loved how sticky and wet it felt.

“Fuck- you shouldn’t have let me do this”, his mouth wandering down to your jaw, “I’ll fill you up over and over again- feels so-“.

He was too caught up in the moment to finish his sentence, too caught up in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you in such a nasty way.

Your fingers were buried in his hair, trying to pull him off of your throat, his lips there were only making everything worse. There was a pull in your lower belly, the knot already loosening again although you just had reached your climax. As if him finally letting go was enough for you to be so close again.

“Mingi-“, you sobbed, “Mingi- it’s-“.

“Too much?”, he teased, kneeling upright all of the sudden, hands squeezing your hips, “Sorry jagi, just one more. Give me one more, okay?”.

His thumb wandered, pressing down on your clit to make you jolt involuntarily. He pulled you towards him with every snap forward, growling as he continued his assault on your most sensitive parts.

“Just. One. More”, he accentuated every word with a particularly harsh thrust.

And you did, you came with a very loud moan, holding onto his wrists for leverage as your whole body seized up in pleasure.

“That’s it”, he sighed, “Good girl”.

He emptied himself deep inside of you again, grinding into you while bottoming out.

“Mingi-“, you whined.

He chanted your name like a prayer, over and over again, as he filled you to the brim and made his promise to you reality. His hands were all over you, feeling you, worshipping you - not wanting to pull out for now.

But then, he looked down onto you and froze, his expression literally fell out of his face. You heard a car driving closer, the click of a door.

“Shit”.

Mingi was gone in an instant, tugging himself back into his pants and fixing his clothes, a hand frantically shoving his hair out of his face and smoothing them down like this.

“Clean yourself up! Immediately!”, he hissed and pulled you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t move, fear was rooting you to the spot. You knew what was happening, but you had hoped it would never happen.

“Did you know he was coming?”, you asked, your voice a whisper.

He came closer to you to grab your arm and pull you back inside the house.

“What?”, he scoffed, “Of course not! I-“.

He went silent, the grip on you loosening.

“He- he told me on the phone. But I didn’t really listen. I- fuck”, Mingi groaned in frustration, letting go of you completely, but urging you to walk, “Go to your room, I’ll think of something- I’m sorry, I-“.

He stopped in the middle of his sentence again, front door opening. Hongjoong walked in, a grin on his lips as he saw the two of you. You noticed the shift in Mingis stance, his posture, his face. He avoided looking at you.

“Ah, princess-“, Hongjoong approached you, grabbing your hand like he always did, “What a way to greet me- Did you put that on because you wanted to surprise me?”.

You felt your blood boil because of the contact, the way his eyes roamed over you made you shiver in a heavy contrast though. You couldn’t help but nod as an answer, your body acting on its own.

“I see- what a good girl”, he chuckled, nose nuzzling against your wrist before he pressed his lips to your skin, “You look stunning, princess. Doesn’t she, Mingi?”.

You held your breath as soon as he spoke out these words. Did he know?

You hated the way your body betrayed you, how hot you felt when he had called you a good girl. The same reaction when Mingi did it.

“Yes, captain”, Mingi answered.

Hongjoongs other hand pulled you close by your waist, leaning in slightly until you could feel his breath on your throat.

“Can I get a kiss, princess?”.

You shivered, you felt the other mans cum dripping out of you in the most inconvenient moment. The fear consumed you, it left you unable to breathe, to move properly, to let any other emotion in than this paralyzing panic.

But still, you nodded again. He grinned brightly, at least it looked honest. The grin on his lips made him even more terrifying, it was suspicious, but it also made him look so unbearably handsome.

He let go of your hand, his own coming up to cup your jaw.

The kiss was intense from the start, he claimed you with it. His lips moved against yours, gently asking to get in with his tongue and you let him. A gasp escaped you, which made Hongjoong sigh contentedly as he tasted you.

Your own hands grabbed him by the collar, needing to hold onto something, but pulling him in by accident on the same time.

To your surprise, Hongjoong ended the kiss abruptly, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip slowly. You fought the urge to lean in again, cursing yourself for your thoughts and they way you were a victim of your own desires.

“Your kiss is addicting, princess, can’t get enough of it”, he cooed, the flicker of something sinister in his eyes before he turned around to his henchman, “Right, Mingi? You feel the same, huh?”.

Time stood still for a second. You didn’t breathe, your heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, captain”, Mingi answered, his tone not faltering.

Hongjoong let go of you, taking a step forward to the taller man, looking up to him with a shit eating grin.

“I see-“, he nodded, “So you’re fucking her without kissing her? Where are your manners?”.

You wanted to stop this, you really did, but you couldn’t move. You felt dizzy, everything was blurring around you.

“I don’t-“.

“Oh, come on”, Hongjoong laughed, “You think I’m stupid? Since when, huh? Since when are you fucking her behind my back?”.

Your heart clenched, Mingi was looking at you for a second and his gaze softened. Why was this happening?

“Does that matter?”, Mingi finally asked.

“I don’t like that tone”, Hongjoong tilted his head slightly, “You better fix that attitude”.

Something snapped inside of Mingi, even if it was just for a second, you could see it. He slightly leaned down to his eye level, grinning equally wicked. They were friends, even more - they were brothers. And yet, they looked like they wanted to tear each other apart.

Mingi huffed after they stared at each other for a moment, forcing himself back into submission because he knew it was futile. He wasn’t in the position to speak up, but it was obvious it gnawed at him.

“I’m sorry”.

“Sorry?”, the captain asked, “Sorry for what? Sorry for touching what is mine? Sorry for forgetting where your fucking place is?”.

Mingi didn’t answer at first, as if he was thinking about what to say - wanting to be careful here. You were still on edge, with wobbly legs you moved forward, grabbing Hongjoongs arm to bribe him.

“You better be”, Hongjoong said, voice flat.

In a swift motion, he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun, holding it against Mingis temple.

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Inhale.

Exhale.

You tried to calm yourself, but this time it wasn’t working. It was supposed to be a familiar setting. Your father greets today’s visitors, they have dinner, talk about business and leave again.

It was somehow different, the aura shifting.

You had a hard time breathing in that damn buttoned up shirt, it felt too tight, too itchy, too warm.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You always had to play pretend to be the waitress whenever your father had guests. Your mother would prefer for you to not participate at all in these events at all, but he insisted that he wanted you to witness it. He just didn’t want to present you as his daughter, thinking you would be in too much danger like this.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You held your breath when you stepped into the room, a tray with a bottle of whiskey and eight glasses on it.

The men sitting on the table already looked intimidating even from afar. Their clothes were expensive, just as their watches and jewelry, the scent of literal wealth was filling the air.

They ignored you, your fathers guests always did. Who would look at a waitress for that long anyway? You walked past them without them even acknowledging you were there.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You set the glasses down in front of each of them and poured the honey colored liquid in, you weren’t looking into their faces either. You’ve learned to not maintain eye contact with these people.

But when you reached the man sitting on the top of the table, you froze in your movements when he reached out to grab your wrist. The glass you had been setting down in this very moment hit the wooden surface with a loud sound, making everyone to turn and look your way.

This wasn’t good, you were shaking, not daring to move an inch.

Inhale.

“Look at me, baby”, he said.

That wasn’t a question, it was an order. His voice was clear, confident and it made you forget to exhale again. The tone he had chosen left no room for discussion, so you bit hard onto your tongue before looking up and into his eyes.

Oh, he was pretty.

His features were so soft, though, too soft for someone to be involved in shady businesses. And considering the position of his seat and the way everyone around him was spiraling to act to his liking, he was the boss of the others.

“What’s your name?”.

You really didn’t want to talk to him or reveal your name. Being so close to him was already enough to make your stomach turn because of the nervousness. Your mother had been right, you shouldn’t be involved into anything of this and yet his grip on you was so strong, you couldn’t sneak out of it.

So you just came up with something, saying the first thing that came to your mind to make it as natural as possible.

The way the made up name rolled over his tongue made you very grateful you had decided to not give him your real one - you would’ve been swooned at the spot.

“I’m Hongjoong”, he cooed.

Okay, you swooned either way. You were trembling, heavily shivering where you stood and even softly gasping when he leaned in closer. His eyes, his stare made you fold in under a second.

“You better remember it, yeah?”.

You just nodded, hoping he would let go of you now. The skin where he had touched you was almost burning as soon as his hand was gone, as if you just had contact with the devil. He grinned like one, baring his perfect teeth to you in a mischievous expression.

You scrambled away, serving the remaining men in a quicker manner than before.

Exhale. Exhale.

You didn’t care how unprofessional it was, you hurried to get out of the dining room, hiding behind the massive door. You hugged the metal tray tightly, pressing the cold material against you to cool down.

Needless to say it didn’t help at all. You were breathing heavily, the rhythm long forgotten as you had trouble finding it again.

You felt your heartbeat in your throat, thumping relentless against the metal in your arms.

“What are you doing?”.

You hadn’t noticed your father had been following you, you immediately felt tears pricking at your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I-“, you stammered, not a slither of your voice coming out.

“You should be sorry!”, he hissed, shaking his head, “You better make sure he’s in a good mood for the rest of the night, got it?”.

You winced, your father usually wasn’t talking to you like this. But he was really on edge, jaw clenched since these people had entered the building, sweating immensely every time one of them was speaking - so you bit down your emotions.

“Yeah, I was just- caught by surprise. I’ll behave, I promise”.

You had no other choice either way. You could actually be really lucky Hongjoong just flirted with you- wait- he flirted with you? The thought of it made your knees weak in an instant.

“You think you can go out there again?”, his voice was a bit softer this time.

You nodded, although you felt wobbly. Conversation with people in this business is risky. Flirting was- just really dumb. But it was also dumb to not talk to him when he asked you something, right?

Your body was on autopilot when you followed your father back into the dining room, deciding to stay behind and stand at the wall beside the table. Maybe, if your wish would be granted, you could just vanish into it.

But you felt a strong gaze on your body, relentless and determined to dig into your soul. It made your head fall slightly forward to look at the floor.

“So- I hope dinner was great, gentlemen”, your father spoke up, “We should talk about business now, yeah?”.

Hongjoong chuckled and even if it wasn’t intended to, it sounded menacing.

“You’re right, that’s why we’re here for”, his voice was so casual, effortless, like he was buying a few flowers, “Yunho, Jongho”.

He snapped his fingers, that’s when you looked up again.

The two men he called both had black hair, like all of them had except for one blond man and himself. One of these two was ridiculously tall.

“Don’t you want to participate?”, your father asked.

You knew him long enough to know that little wobble in his voice meant he was nervous.

“Oh no, I never engage in the deals”, Hongjoong leaned back, throwing a leg over the other, “Trust me, they are acting in my will”.

He must have a huge trust into his people when he was so ready to willingly give up the responsibility of his income to his henchmen. You’ve never seen anything like that before.

But your father nodded silently, guiding them out of the dining room. You didn’t know what your father was making his money with exactly - he would tell you when time is right, he always said. And you had no right to speak either way, so you were glad he would postpone that into unforeseeable future.

Hongjoong pried his eyes off of you, you finally had the chance to take a breath. He was looking at the blond man on his right side instead, moving his chin to the side to signal him to lift up the metal case from the floor.

When he turned back to you, he caught you staring. You almost lost balance, almost let the metal tray fall to your feet. It was creepy how every time he looked at you, your body and brain short circuited so intensely you could either maintain the eye contact or look at the floor like an idiot. As if everyone else was just not there anymore.

The brunette beckoned you to come closer with two fingers and you forgot how to walk.

You were stumbling forward as if he had casted a magic spell on you before halting right in front of him.

“I’d like to have some more”, he moved his glass around in front of his face, letting it dangle from his fingers.

Better to keep silent this time, just nodding as you began to move again. But oh, your eyes flickered and you wished they hadn’t. You caught a quick glimpse of the open case in front of the blond man, a laptop was seated inside. At that very moment, you knew why Hongjoong had sent you away.

Not because he wanted another drink, but because they would be alone in the dining room without you lurking around for a second. On the screen, just for the part of the second you had looked at it, you could see Yunho, Jongho and your father.

You couldn’t really see what they did because you had walked past so quickly to not seem suspicious. They probably had thought that an ordinary waitress couldn’t tell what they were planning there, they would have never presented it like that otherwise.

But you were no waitress, and you knew that they’ve hacked into your fathers security system. You knew that angle, that was one of your surveillance cameras.

You were sweating heavily, the anxiety and boiling heat of your blood clawing at the back of your throat in combination with a sudden rush of nausea. As soon as they noticed you were his daughter, you were probably dead.

So of course, your heart was racing in fear. But you had promised your father to behave and play the waitress, you couldn’t fuck this up, he would be dead too if they sensed any kind of threat.

You tightened your jaw, biting down hard on your tongue until you tasted blood to make you stop trembling. You walked another bottle back to them, Hongjoong was already awaiting you with a grin. He watched you filling his glass again.

“What do they pay you here, sweetheart? Gotta make sure they treat you right”, he mused, he was distracting you.

You told yourself that this was his only intention. That he just wanted to have your whole attention on him instead of the man and his doings beside him.

“Do not worry, sir. It’s enough”, you answered with a smile.

You definitely noticed his lips parting when you addressed him so formally, he sucked the air in between his teeth before regaining his composure. Was he.. flustered? By you? You felt goosebumps form on your whole body.

The head of a mafia family. Flustered. By you.

“I bet I could pay you more”, he answered then.

A cough came from the man sitting a bit further away. You dared to let his face slip into the corner of your eye.

Why were all of them so stupidly beautiful? He looked like a damn elf. Probably the most androgynous face you’ve ever seen with wearing a strong and powerful aura at the same time. He was probably very high ranked, he was just oozing with the right amount of power.

“Ahh, come on. I’m joking”, Hongjoong chuckled before eyeing you again, “But if you’re considering a.. change- just tell me, yeah?”.

Your heart was fluttering while your stomach turned. You had to flex the muscles in your lower belly to stop it. You didn’t want to feel flustered by him, not in any way. You didn’t want to be involved in this more than needed. No matter how incredibly handsome he was.

“You’re flattering me, sir. Thank you”.

He moved in his seat, shifting to the other side of it. It was easy to guess he liked that you called him ‘sir’ and the fact you didn’t turn him down but politely answered him. He probably liked the feeling of superiority.

You got out of your trance, getting back to staring into the nothingness while moving in the second the man with the suitcase in front of him closed it again.

Only seconds later, you heard your fathers voice coming closer. Had he just been watching them to make sure everything was to their liking?

“Pretty sure we have a deal, right?”, Hongjoong sounded confident with his question as soon as the three of them came in.

“Of course, sir. I’m very honored to make business with you”, your father answered, bowing down in front of him.

He didn’t seem to enjoy the “sir” as much as when you had said it. That fact let your heart miss a beat.

Hongjoong stood up, the others mimicked him. It was all trained, perfectioned to the end from years working and living with each other. The head of the organization wasn’t as tall as your father, but he radiated so much more authority with these men behind him and the way he moved.

“My pleasure”, he said, but he didn’t bow, “Thank you for having us. Don’t be afraid to contact Yunho when you need something”.

But then, instead of leaving, he really came towards you. Your first natural reaction was to shy away a step, but it also came to you that this was incredibly inappropriate. So you just looked down, bowing to him out of respect.

“Look at me sweetheart”, he ordered, a hand on your chin literally forcing you to do so.

You were sure he would hear your heartbeat when he was so close. He stared you down, a slight smirk on his lips.

“It was nice meeting you, I look forward to seeing you again”.

You were the only one left in this part of the building. Your family didn’t live here, although it may seem like it. But your father refused to invite the mafia into his house, fair to be honest.

You hummed, polishing the wooden table. Just one of the tasks you had to do after days like these. But it was different, the whole day just had been weird. When Hongjoong and his henchmen left, you finally were able to breathe although the anxiety and stress took some hours to completely die down.

But something was off, a weird feeling in your gut told you to finish and get out of here as soon as possible.

Looking up, there was someone standing in the doorframe. You didn’t recognize that man, neither did you know how he got in.

You were too stunned to speak, his broad form making your breath hitch. You were alone and there was no way you could get past him, not even with your knowledge of self-defence. He came closer without saying a word, hands carelessly in the pockets of his pants.

Instinctively, you moved away from him, until you were stopped by another person behind you.

“Aww, San-hyung you’re intimidating her”, you heard him saying.

You stumbled, adrenaline flushing your system when you understood you were cornered by both. Your heart threatened to break through your ribcage, considering the rate of your pulse.

You tried to get some distance between you and each of them, but they slowly came closer now. You hadn’t time to think about how they could get so close to you without being heard in the first place.

But you still had enough common sense in you to connect the dots before the fear got to you and enveloped you completely.

Before you could run, the second man got a hold of you, pulling you back and against his chest while he pressed a cloth to your nose and mouth.

“The captain said to not scare her too much”.

You held your breath, refusing to inhale the chloroform. You knew that it would take you some time until the narcotic effect would wrestle you to sleep.

“And that’s not scary?”, the first man asked, mentioning towards him.

You tensed your muscles when you struggled to hold the air in your lungs, trying to trash out of his grip. But this fight was futile, you gasped for air sooner than intended and inevitably inhaled the sweet smelling anesthesia.

“Not as scary as what I wanted to do“.

Nausea hit you, with that tight grip around you and with the strength he was able to clasp his hand on your face, you really feared you could choke on your vomit.

Every weak movement made your head throb, but you couldn’t stop writhing, not wanting to give up yet.

“She’s feisty”, the buffed man commented, his voice coming to you as if he was talking through a cloud.

“Yeah, I can see why the captain likes her so much”.

So you had been right, they belonged to Hongjoong and they came back to get you. You had barely looked into their faces, their boss had been too captivating.

They continued talking, but you couldn’t even understand anymore what they were saying. Your head hurt and felt fuzzy while you kept salivating because of the intense urge to vomit.

You only noticed you were crying when the tears were already streaming over your face. Your vision blurred and you couldn’t even hear your muffled cries, but you were sure you screamed from the top of your lungs.

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The days passed and you found some kind of a routine. You woke up way too early after restless nights, sitting upright in the bed that felt way too big and empty for you on your own and staring out of the floor length window.

They locked it, you couldn’t open it anymore.

And although you felt so alone in it, you were glad Hongjoong didn’t insist on sleeping next to you. He was.. decently nice to you. But you were scared. Scared what he was capable of doing.

He held his promise to not touch you inappropriately in any way if you didn’t want it - he respected your boundaries, although it left you wondering for how long he would do so.

After a while, they served you breakfast in bed. He wanted it that way, saying you should be treated as the princess he saw in you, although you didn’t really know what he meant.

Until lunch you tended to be bored. You sometimes resorted to play a game of chess with Yeosang. You warmed up to him, if you could call it that. He was smart - winning almost every game - but very quiet, he didn’t talk much, but that was probably why you enjoyed his company the most. You could be silent with him, but you weren’t lonely at least.

But there were days where he wasn’t in the estate, you didn’t ask where he was, though. Some of them came and went again, Hongjoong was with you every single day until now, though.

He greeted you for lunch with an arm wrapped around your waist and a chaste kiss on your hand. You let him do so because it lightened his mood. You didn’t want him to be upset, you didn’t even want to think about the way he would act then.

He seemed to be very delusional while talking to you, believing you were his guest and grateful for the way he treated you. But you played along with his behavior as long as you couldn’t find a way out.

In the afternoons, he let you use the library or have a walk - but positioned Mingi at your side while he was in business meetings.

You used these walks to check out the estate and its contents and surroundings in hope to find a way you could flee. Mingi ignored you, not reacting to any questions, a smile or anything else. He followed you like a guard dog with a shut mouth and sparkless eyes, only giving you warnings when you decided to walk a bit faster - a broad hand wrapped tightly around your wrist as if he was telling you to not run away from him.

Dinner usually was with every member of the family, at least with those who happened to be present. That’s where you learned all of their names and antics - understanding what some of their roles would be without them mentioning it.

In the evenings, Hongjoong said good night in the same way as he greeted you, but he took his sweet time then. He kissed every knuckle gentle, but with intent then, his eyes looking up to you while doing it. Your body was betraying you once more with every touch of his mouth against your skin.

It made your knees weaker with every passing second and you tried to tell yourself that it was because you were so damn scared of him.

You struggled to sleep every night, tossing and turning in the expensive sheets. Even the damn nightgowns felt like costumes, it wasn’t particularly comfortable. You cried a lot, you missed your family and the false security of your home. But apparently you hadn’t been safe there either way.

Eventually, you would fall asleep because of exhaustion, just to begin with the same story the next morning.

The servants knocked to bring you breakfast, a whole lot of fruits, eggs, different kinds of bread - basically anything you could think of. Usually, you wouldn’t eat much and tell them to bring you less the next day, but it still was the same amount as usual.

Your eyes felt puffy, your whole body was sore - you weren’t really in the mood to have a discussion with them. So you forced yourself to eat at least something although you weren’t hungry before getting out of bed.

The door of your room opened with too much force and Mingi stepped in.

There was a second where he stared you down. His eyes obviously were skipping over the hem of the nightgown, basically glued to the spot where the skirt ended on your thighs.

“Hurry up, get dressed”, he said flatly.

You should probably just swallow down your pride and ignore the fact you knew each other for years the same way he did, but you couldn’t. You tried it with friendliness, with sadness, now you were just frustrated.

“You can’t tell me what to do”, you sighed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Mingi was silent, still eyeing you attentively.

“I won’t move if you’re not talking to me”.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, walking towards you to grab your arm and shove you forward roughly. Your attempts to wriggle out of his grip were futile, it only grew tighter and started to hurt.

“I said get dressed. Now”, he growled, only letting go to push you towards the closet door, “Don’t make me say it again”.

You bit the inside of your cheek to drown the next feisty answer, giving up on fighting him before it had started. Maybe it was because of your connected past, but you were so weak to him. You felt a bit bad for biting back.

“Can you turn around, at least? Huh?”, you growled at him before pulling the nightgown over your head.

You felt his gaze on your naked back and it made you shiver. For a tiny moment you wanted to face him again, just to see his expression.

Was it softer than before?

Would he look gently at you when he thought you weren’t noticing?

You shook your head, ignoring the raising heartbeat stubbornly to focus on getting through this day as well.

Mingi followed you down the stairs, the entrance empty as usual. But something was different, you knew it. You could feel it.

Something was off.

Voices were muffled behind doors you weren’t allowed to go through. But you could hear Hongjoong and Seonghwa speaking - just not comprehend what they were saying.

Yeosang was walking towards you, a briefcase in his hand, but instead of approaching you to your - almost - daily routine of chess, he wanted to go on past you.

“Are you busy?”, you decided to ask, the shift in the mood was making you anxious.

Until now, every day seemed to be as effortless and careless as it could be, everyone behaving differently was fueling your fear. It was suffocating, compressing your lungs and whole chest to the point you were almost wheezing.

“Sorry princess, change of plans”, he answered, not even stopping to talk to you.

The pulse thrumming in your ears was quieting down his voice.

Servants were hurrying through the halls, suitcases and bags being stacked and carried wherever they went.

“Princess”, Hongjoong came out of the room next to you.

He was so quick, you couldn’t even get a glimpse of what was going on inside there.

“Good to see you, really”, he smiled, but even that was faltering.

It didn’t look the same way it had been before. He looked kinda mad, on edge, as if something was bothering him. But either way, he came closer, his left arm wrapping around your waist to pull you against him.

Hongjoong smelled good, incredibly good. And it was excruciating how quickly and easily your body was reacting to it. Your stomach flipped when he leaned closer to take your hand in his and press his lips to the first knuckle, the sensation being even stronger than your anxiety.

“Did you sleep well?”.

You nodded, you mind basically screaming to shove him away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You found yourself in the wolfs fangs, as if he already was preparing to take a bite and you willingly presented your neck to him.

“I’m glad”, he murmured, soft lips grazing your skin to kiss the next spot right below your finger, “You know, princess- I really have to rely on you today. You would be a good girl for me, right?”.

Oh, you swooned at these words. You couldn’t handle it. The fear of being so close to him mixing with the forbidden truth that your body wanted him.

You almost whimpered.

Almost.

But you gritted your teeth so hard, your jaw hurt.

Another nod from you.

“Mingi will accompany you to the other estate, so you won’t be alone”, a soft kiss on your palm, “I have an issue I need to handle”.

“What kind of issue?”, you asked, your mouth being faster than anticipated.

You knew it was none of your concern, that he wouldn’t tell you either way. But you just hoped to get something that was soothing your soul, maybe a glimpse, a hint in his eyes.

“Just business, princess”, another kiss to your wrist before he laced his fingers with yours, “I’ll come and get you as soon as everything is settled, yeah? Don’t miss me too much”.

That wasn’t helping you at all. Hongjoongs business was not normal - nothing what these people did was normal. So you decided to take another step into your personal hell, just to be safe. Just to give your family and yourself that slither of security back that you destroyed by telling away your secret.

“I won’t”, you answered with a smile.

Before Hongjoong even had the time to think about what to say to you now, you raised your free hand to let it slide into his hair, cradling his head with a firm but gentle grip on his neck to have some leverage when you leaned in.

Your lips touched his a bit hesitant at first - but when you noticed you took him by surprise, you used this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

Hongjoong groaned into the sudden kiss, his arm around your waist locking to pull you impossibly close. You licked into his mouth and he let you, angling his head to dive into the intimacy with a specific kind of urgency that was too much for a goodbye kiss.

You didn’t care in that moment though, letting yourself fall for a second, letting your body take the reigns and silence the thoughts of getting away as soon and fast as possible. You craved some kind of intimacy after days of isolation, you needed this more than you had thought. So you took it, relished in the feeling it gave you, not thinking about what the consequences could be.

His taste was faint, but still overwhelming, slightly bitter and sweet at the same time. You savored it, wanting to remember it for eternity as you swirled your tongue around his so lazily.

God, you could really lose yourself in it, it was hypnotizing. Your body wanted to take take take while your mind silently wanted to run run run.

But when you tugged on his hair without wanting to and he gasped into your mouth, you ended the kiss abruptly before it was too late.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, now when you were separated it finally dawned to you what had just happened. As if you just broke free from a trance.

“Princess”, Hongjoong sighed, he looked at you like he hadn’t fully regained his ability to speak.

His dark eyes were telling you that he still was on edge, but another form of it. His previous anticipation washed away, but replaced with deep dark desire.

“I’ll definitely miss you now”, he whispered, grinning brightly before letting go of you.

He fixed his tie, where you apparently had been holding onto. You didn’t even notice, to be honest. You could already feel the hot blush blooming on your face before averting your gaze. But your eyes landed on Mingis face, which was actually so much worse.

He looked at you with such a disgusted expression, it was shaking you to your core.

“Mingi, you’re taking care of my princess, right?”, Hongjoong asked.

“Yes, captain”, Mingi answered, nodding slightly.

The car drive was silent, as expected. Mingi sat next to you, staring at you. You wondered if that revulsion in his eyes came from watching you kiss Hongjoong so intensely.

“Mingi-“, you began but paused, sorting your thoughts.

He sighed.

“Can you please talk to me?”, your voice was soft.

“I am”.

“No you’re not”, you retorted, “You’re ignoring me most of the time, you don’t answer my questions. You’re looking at me like you hate me”.

You could imagine that he wanted to hide the fact that you knew each other from Hongjoong. But still, it was frustrating to you.

“He isn’t here now. We can talk”, you tried again, “Why are you pretending that you don’t know me?”.

There it was, the flicker of something familiar in these tired eyes.

“Because it’s making this situation easier that way. You should forget that we’ve met before”.

You left it like that for the rest of the trip - it was more than you got before, although his words were slowly breaking your heart the more you thought about it.

The fact that he was here, someone from your past life, no matter how differently he might act now, it was that slither of hope you had to cling onto.

The building you were brought to was gigantic, not as big as the first, but not less glamorous at all.

“I’m bringing you to your room. Rest until we’re having lunch”, Mingi said.

He spoke like his mind was so far gone, like he hid all of his emotions. Like he had to do so to survive. But you weren’t answering, you thought maybe you could do the same. Maybe you could follow his suggestion and forget about your past friendship. So both of you continued to be silent to each other through the whole day. Through lunch. Through the afternoon. Through dinner. Through the evening.

And when you were sitting in this stupid bed in your stupid nightgown, you weren’t having it. This had to stop. And you were determined to break this cycle once and for all.

You didn’t even think about throwing something over to cover your body with more than this flimsy satin fabric or put on some shoes. Barefoot, you stepped out and followed the light where Mingi sat on the luxurious leather couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Go to sleep”, he muttered, voice a bit raspy.

“No”, you said, sitting down next to him, “We’re talking now”.

He huffed, a slight curve on his lips was noticeable in this dim lighting.

“We have nothing to talk about”.

You hoped the alcohol was loosening him up a bit, that he finally broke to give you some sort of comfort or something that gave you a hint of security and normality.

“I think we do”, you offered gently, you scooted closer, your tugged in knees now touching the side of his thighs, “Why did you leave back then?”.

He hesitated.

“I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t my choice”.

He looked like he regretted saying this, moving away from you. But your stubbornness pushed you forward, following him.

“What happened? We were friends, I- I missed you”, you whispered.

“We weren’t friends”, he scoffed, “We just happened to have wealthy parents with- similar ways to pursue it”.

Was he trying to hurt your feelings with this? To scare you away?

“We were friends, we-“, you almost let it slip that you obviously even had deeper feelings for each other - it just never happened that you talked about it.

“Stop talking to me like you know me”, he sighed, bringing more distance between you, but you immediately crossed it again.

“But I do”.

“No you don’t!”, finally some emotion, even if it was anger, “You know the old me. Not whatever this is now”.

Your eyes stung, you had to blink a few times to not let the tears slip too soon.

“Let me know the new you then”, you pleaded.

Mingi leaned forward to dictate the glass on the small table.

The look he gave you was gut wrenching. It said everything without words while he averted his eyes and got into the last corner of the couch. But you didn’t leave him like this, following him and gently touching his arm.

You wouldn’t let him down once more, not this time. Whatever had happened that led him to vanish - it had traumatized him. It was so traumatic that he even shied away from you instead of talking about it. You - although his form was so much taller and broader than yours.

He let you climb into his lap to straddle his hips and wrap your arms around him. Mingi let out a heavy breath when he rested his head on your shoulder, his hands gripping the satin fabric on your hips to pull you closer.

Your fingers combed through his hair, threading in between the strands and slightly massaging his scalp with your nails.

This hug was tight and suffocating, but everything you needed in the last few days.

“I don’t deserve you”, he whispered, “And you definitely don’t deserve any of this”.

Mingi looked up at you again and you caressed his face softly. You didn’t want him to look so hurt, so lost. It crushed you knowing he had to go through something so terrific and you weren’t there for him.

Your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

“We could leave together”, you whispered.

A sad smile spread on his lips.

“You know we can’t”.

“Yeah”.

But there was a twisted promise in both of your voices, the start of something.

And you sealed this promise with a simple kiss - a chaste touch. The second kiss was a reassurance. The third kiss was a question. The fourth kiss was the answer.

Your hands were in his hair, innocent kisses and comforting touches melting away together with the anxiety when you just couldn’t stop kissing and replacing every ounce of gentleness with hunger and need.

What started as nothing sexual at all quickly became a long and hot dance of tongues and desperate grabbing hands. Both of you were in dire need of someone who could soothe each others souls, and luckily you both were very eager to do so. Your shared kisses and the taste of the whiskey he was drinking unlocked a very depraved and carnal desire inside the two of you.

Mingi clutched your nightgown so intensely, you feared it would rip under his force, but he switched to grabbing your naked thighs, pulling you closer to him and also letting your core slide over the fabric of his pants.

You gasped into his mouth without breaking the kiss, needy fingers moving to open the buttons of his shirt while his hands sneaked under the hem of your skirt.

Your mind was completely empty - while the voice in your head telling you to stop had been silenced with Hongjoong, your brain wasn’t functioning now at all. You should stop this too, but because of other reasons. Instead, you gyrated your hips, dragging your clothes pussy over the growing bulge in his crotch.

“Ughh- fuck”, he moaned, lips attaching back to yours immediately, “Stop that, this isn’t- fuck- tell me to stop”.

But he even guided you, helping you to move on top of him in quick rolls of your hips. It was dizzying, especially making you lose your sanity when his lips latched onto your throat. He kissed you there with an open mouth, breath hot against your skin. And as much as you wanted him to mark you, he just let his lips wander over every spot you willingly presented to him.

“Mingi-“, you whined.

“Fuuuck- no, don’t- don’t moan my name like that”.

But he was the reason you couldn’t hold onto anymore, your nails grazing over his exposed chest while he found the hem of your panties, tracing the lace to the front.

You shifted in his lap immediately, he wasted no time to rest the back of his hand on his thigh so you could hump his palm pathetically, it ripped a guttural sound out of his chest. He watched you move, watched every single little twitch of your face with a needy expression - like you coming undone was everything he needed.

“Jagi, please- don’t”, Mingi groaned.

The petname made you shiver, the heat of the moment was driving you insane. You were so needy, so down bad, you thought that if your pussy wasn’t filled in that moment, you would start crying.

So you pulled your panties aside, not having enough patience to get them off before urging his middle and ring finger inside.

The second he bottomed out with it, both of you moaned out loudly.

“I shouldn’t do that”, he groaned, voice trembling as hard as his body.

He was holding back.

“You’re not doing anything”.

You were doing the work while his hand stayed still. He just watched you, lips parted with soft sounds escaping them constantly. The stretch of his fingers was obscene and yet, you couldn’t stop moving on top of them, driven by your desire.

Looking into your blown eyes finally did the trick for him, though, and he couldn’t resist flexing his fingers when your walls clenched around them.

Mingi hit the right spot like this without even trying to, long and thick fingers curling to stroke your g-spot and making you gush involuntarily. Sobs came out in the same rhythm as your pulse. You drenched his hand and his pants while he just stared at you in awe.

“Fuck- Jagi, I-“, he shifted in his seat, his free hand palming himself as he couldn’t hold onto his own commons sense anymore, “You’re-“.

The coil of a mixture of adrenaline and dopamine snapped in your stomach, the way he looked at you with so much devotion while you rode out your orgasm on his hand. Blood rushing through your head so loudly, dizzying you, you had to squeeze your eyes shut as your whole body seized.

Mingi pulled you towards him in another searing kiss, swallowing your mewls and whimpers with another promise laced between heavy breaths.

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The first sense coming back to you was the nausea, you felt horrible. You were afraid to open your eyes, you figured everything would be spiraling around you.

Not that you were able to open them either way.

The next thing was the headache, your temples stinging so intensely - as if something was locked around it and applying too much pressure.

You were laying down somewhere, a plush and soft surface underneath you. Your hands stirred, grabbing the fabric in an attempt to push you up, but you couldn’t muster the strength for it.

“Easy, yeah? Take it easy”, you heard someone say.

You didn’t recognize it, but you knew the face when you dared to open your eyes. He had been there in the dining room, that man with that androgynous face. You were weak, every muscle in your body was sore, but you still managed to move away from him as much as possible, almost falling off the mattress on the other side.

You were laying on a bed, a huge one, the sheets already felt incredibly expensive.

“Calm down”, his voice was soft, “I won’t hurt you, I promise”.

You didn’t believe him, not in the slightest. They had basically kidnapped you - making you lose consciousness with damn chloroform, taking you here and- apparently also changed your clothes. Plus - they were part of the mafia. They surely had done worse.

You couldn’t get up to run away - your whole body was betraying you, so you just slid off the bed and hid behind it.

You didn’t answer him, too distracted by your own heart, beating so loudly, you could hear it.

“I know you must feel unwell, you should get some rest. After effects of chloroform can be harsh, but we had no other choice”.

No other choice?

You pulled your naked legs to your chest, you were wearing a short nightgown. You wondered who of them had been changing your clothes while you had been blacked out. Well, actually you didn’t want to think about it.

“You should dress and get down to lunch, I’ll tell him you need a moment”, he said.

Him?

Hongjoong.

Your lips wobbled, just a little. You pressed a hand to your mouth before a sob escaped your throat.

You didn’t want to meet him again or to come out of this room - except it was for you to go home.

But most importantly, you didn’t want the man in front of the bed seeing or hearing you cry. So you held it back as hard as you could, just the hurried sniffle of your breathing telling him how you felt.

“I’ll wait in the hallway for you, okay? Take your time”.

His voice was so.. soft? Almost pitiful?

It made you turn your head to him and there you saw it. The kind of friendliness in his eyes no one could fake, just real and honest friendliness. It shook you to your core, debating if you were even allowed to see that.

So without speaking, you looked down at your feet again and waited for him to get out of the room as he promised. The soft click of the door made all of your built up tension peak and then fall so abruptly.

You lost the ability to hold yourself up, just flopping to the side. Again, a hand on your mouth muffled your screams for help. They needed to come out, you couldn’t stop them from bubbling up, so you had to drown them by silencing them to save yourself. You couldn’t let anyone hear this.

Your other hand clawed at your skin in your neck, just grabbing onto the first thing that you got hold of. The pain was kind of grounding you though, distracting you from the agony deep down in your heart.

There was a possibility you’d never see your family again - maybe you would die before that, maybe they would never let you go back.

Your breathing was restless, heavy, it hurt in your chest with every single movement of your ribcage. But instead of trying to go for shallower breaths, you sucked in the air greedily, wheezing and grunting as you filled your lungs and tears stained your sight.

For a moment you thought you’d pass out again and you prayed for it. You prayed it would just end with it and once, twice - you managed to gather enough strength to knock your head against the marbled floor in hope it would make the process quicker. But you just got dizzy, the pain in the side of your head wasn’t enough to lose consciousness.

You huffed, letting your hands fall to the ground, too weak to scream either way.

When your eyes managed to focus something again, it was the curtains of the floor length window right in front of you. You scrambled, gripping it to pull yourself up to open the window and crawl outside.

It took a few attempts to get up on your feet, you were swaying dangerously, falling to one knee and catching yourself on the railings before you mostly stood safely.

You looked down, peeking over the edge for a good minute. There was a garden down there, partially surrounded by the gigantic building you were trapped in. But there was a conveniently located bush right under the balcony - a really dumb thought began to form in your head.

The knock on the heavy door only spurred on your darkest wishes - you had to think fast. Your knuckles turned white just by the force of your grip around the cold metal bars. You didn’t want to do it, you really didn’t. But when the man entered the room again and saw you lean over the railing you also had to act fast, because he was crossing the distance to you with fast strides.

He probably just wanted to make sure you’re ready and came into the scene of you almost jumping - of course he was storming to you to grab you harshly and pull you back in.

“Noo!”, you screamed, clawing at his hands in a futile attempt to free yourself - suddenly you were so sure you would jump and just free yourself, “Let me go!”.

He wanted to press a hand to your mouth to keep it shut and you panicked, your heart almost bursting out of your chest. The last time that happened you woke up here, so you were determined to not let it happen again. Without thinking, you opened your mouth when his palm moved to your face - biting down as hard as you could manage in your weakened state.

“Ahhh, fuck!”, the man exclaimed, letting go of you momentarily out of pain.

But you weren’t free for long, he pulled you close to him again, both arms wrapped around you tightly to make you stop thrashing.

“Listen!”, the dark haired said in a hushed voice, “Listen to me”.

“Don’t touch me!”, you growled, trying to kick him.

You knew fighting back was dumb, you knew these people were dangerous - but you couldn’t help yourself. What was left to lose here?

“You wouldn’t die jumping from that height”, his voice was strained, “And then? He will find you, there is no way you can leave. He will never let you be unattended again! Never! Do you understand that?”.

Your movements froze, your body was completely giving up now. You were just dangling in his arms. It dawned to you that he was right and that fact was crushing you, everything hurt and your limbs felt numb.

There was no point of resisting anymore - everything you thought about doing would just result in more pain. Tears were running down your cheeks before you could even notice, your lips parted, but no sound dared to come out.

“Get dressed now, it would be better if you do”.

“Why would you even help me?”, you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

When he noticed your lack of fighting spirit, he reluctantly let go of you and moved to close the door for good.

“I’m not. We never had this conversation”, he said flatly, the patient tone gone now - the pity was back though, “It’s not like anyone would believe you”.

Your breathing got slower again, but the agony in your heart was as deep as before. With slow and dragging steps, you walked up to the closet that took in an entire wall. The stupid amount of clothes in it was overwhelming, in another situation you probably would have squealed about this. But the soft and expensive fabric felt like chains and collars, bounding you even more to Hongjoong.

The man was still lingering behind you, not moving to leave in the slightest. Well, it was honestly fair at this point, after you tried to flee the moment he left before. So he stayed, although he had the decency to turn around.

Your tired eyes scanned the room for a moment, there was nothing in reach you could effectively use as a weapon to hurt him enough to make another attempt to reach freedom again. And he knew that, that’s why he let himself be vulnerable to you.

You put on the least expensive dress - at least from your perspective - you felt like everything else made you just look like a luxurious slave.

You were led downstairs, the marbled floor was pouring like a waterfall down the steps and onto the ground in endless waves, leading to an area where a few armchairs were placed around a dark wood table.

“Ahhh, there she is”.

His voice made you freeze in your movements, a shudder of anxiety rolling over your spine, it made you physically jolt.

Hongjoong stepped towards you and you felt yourself being in the same situation as last evening. Two men on either side of you and you wanted as much distance between you as possible. But Hongjoong was faster than you could think, taking your hand in his and didn’t let go even when you tried to pull it out of his grasp.

“You look pale, do you feel alright, sweetheart?”, he asked, his facial expressions as soft as you remembered.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, you felt the nausea coming back so fast, it was like a hit in your face.

“Don’t call me that”, you whispered through gritted teeth, forgetting to be cautious when you snapped, “Why did you bring me here?”.

Hongjoongs eyes flickered to the man behind you.

“Seonghwa, make sure the food is ready, yeah? Tell them to get some water, too. She seems so weak”.

“I’m talking to you!”, you growled.

This was dangerous, but you were so pent up and exhausted that your speech was hard to control.

Something lit up in his dark eyes, you saw the joy in them - was it because you fought back? Because you were so feisty?

“What else should I call you then? Huh? You like ‘princess’ more?”, he cooed.

“Answer my question. Is it because of my father?”, you spat after rolling your eyes.

“Your- father..?”, he tilted his head just slightly to match the confusion in his voice.

Another attempt to get away from him and pull your hand away, but it was futile.

“Yeah, didn’t the deal yesterday work out in your favor? You need to drug and kidnap me then so you have a way of asserting dominance?”.

Hongjoongs stare made your blood boil and your veins freeze at the same time.

You fucked up.

Badly.

“Soo.. you’re not a waitress?”, he grinned brightly, almost madly, wickedly, as if something was possessing him now.

The look on his face was so damn intimidating, it wiped out your fierceness. Drowning it in fear and despair so quickly, you swayed and had to gasp for air.

“Is that- not why you kidnapped me?”.

“That’s such a harsh word”, Hongjoong cooed, “You’re my guest, yeah? I wanted to have you here, because you got my attention, princess. I liked you at first glance”.

The grin was gone, instead he wore an almost brutally honest smile now. The touch on your hand wasn’t warm, it was scolding hot.

“A guest?”, you echoed, “That means I can leave?”.

He chuckled, taking you with him as he walked, still not letting go from your hand. You arrived in a dining room, not as big as the other one but dripping in luxury and glamour. The chandelier over the table was shining in a dark gold, tinting the air in a warm color with the light reflecting on it.

“I possibly can’t let you go now when I have you”.

“So I’m a prisoner”, you whispered, stopping to walk, but being pulled forward nevertheless.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue and shook his hand, pulling out a chair for you to sit on it.

“No, of course not, princess. You’re important to me”, he said gently, laying a hand on your shoulder, the touch ghosting, testing.

Important. Of course you were important. You were his hostage.

But also- you didn’t want to think about it. His lingering but soft touches, the longing in his eyes. He was unmistakably attracted to you.

“Do you expect me to-?”, you couldn’t complete the sentence, tears swelling in your eyes.

You bit your tongue to let them die down before they could properly form. The faint taste of iron filled your mouth.

“Ohhh, no”, he grinned brightly, the red color on his cheeks was unmistakable as he sat down across from you.

You hated yourself for the weird turmoil in your stomach at the sight of him being flustered because of you. That man was dangerous, no matter how stupidly he was grinning now. You didn’t want to take pride in the fact that you were the reason for it. But your body was betraying you.

“I won’t lay a hand on you”, he said, “Unless you want me to”.

After lunch, Hongjoong wanted to show you the estate. He said you needed to know your new home. You wanted to throw up because of these words, but you managed to hold onto your composure.

There were a few doors he skipped and you didn’t dare to question why.

He has offered you his arm to hold onto, noticing how weak you still were, but you had refused to do so. You were glad he was respecting that decision, just as he had told you he would.

You wondered how long you could play that game.

“Captain”.

Hongjoong turned around as you had been getting into the entrance room. There was one of the other men from before, one of the two your father had spoken with about the deal - you really needed to learn their names, this was exhausting.

“Hm?”.

“We have a problem”, the other man said, eyes flickering to you and then back to him.

“One second, princess, yeah?”.

Hongjoong stepped away from you, laying a hand on his henchman’s shoulder and shoving him forward. Walking away from you, you could see him squeezing his neck tightly as if he was punishing him - a reminder how he just held back in front of you.

The other man cowered under the pain while he whispered something so you couldn’t hear.

You stood in front of the massive panoramic window, all of them open to let in some fresh air. A breeze hit you at the same time with another dumb idea.

Without even checking if they were still turning their backs to you, you ran for your life.

Your body was functioning on full auto pilot now. You stopped thinking, just forcing yourself to move as fast as your wobbly legs could take you. The adrenaline made you deaf to everything else, but your heartbeat spurring you on.

Your breathing was staggering, your lungs burning and you didn’t even know where you were running to. Straight through the garden and around the corner in hope you would find a way out.

But strong hands managed to get you, wrapping around your waist and halting you. You were yanked back harshly and you turned around.

“Mingi?”.

There was a second of hesitation when you called out his name. He definitely recognized you, just like you did remember him - although you hadn’t seen each other for years.

Your heart was clenching, steadily, but brutally pounding in your chest and demanding to be heard the second you laid eyes on him. His gaze softened, lips parting as if he wanted to say something. He stayed silent though, staring into your soul.

But the gentleness in his eyes was gone in an instant before he hauled you over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around your hip and legs to carry you back into the building.

“Wait- Mingi, no!”.

You balled your hand to a fist and punched his back as hard as you could, but he didn’t even flinch. You wailed and sobbed, why would he - out of all people - betray you like this?

You knew him, you had been friends before he, well, he just had disappeared. Both of your families had been particularly wealthy and that’s how you got to know each other.

You had gotten along well, very well. Actually, you had a big crush on him as a teenage girl. With his silly smile, high cheekbones, tall and toned form - even in a younger age.

But one day he was gone. Disappeared from the earths surface. And apparently turned out to be Hongjoongs henchmen now.

How could you not have noticed him on the day before? He must’ve been there, but was so under your radar, all of your senses just so focused on his boss.

“Mingi, please”, you cried out, “I beg you, please. Let me go”.

He was still silent, but you felt his hand tightening his grip around your thigh.

“I know it’s you, please”.

You didn’t want to think about how he got into this situation to work for Hongjoong. You couldn’t imagine it to be a nice story.

“Mingi”, you heard the captain say, a whole lot of relief swinging with his voice, “I know I can rely on you”.

Mingi set you back down, right in front of him.

Hongjoong eyed you with a burning intensity, sighing heavily as he sat down on one of the armchairs. For the first time in his presence, he wasn’t the main thing you got your attention on. Not when your lost childhood best friend stood right next to you. Needless to say that Hongjoong didn’t like that.

“Princess”.

His face was stern, the soft features looking so hard now. You couldn’t handle any of your emotions at this moment, everything was so much. It was obvious he was mad, but you weren’t sure what your most serious concern was right now.

You had been full of anxiety since meeting them, fear and pain flooding through you constantly. Mingi had been your only source of light, but only for a handful of seconds - now he looked at you like you were a stranger, if he was looking at you at all.

And plus, you bursted out your secret like it wasn’t kept for your and your father’s safety.

You were on the verge of breaking down, your soul already crushing as you moved forward towards your newly found demise.

“Hongjoong”, you sighed.

“Yes, princess?”.

Tears were streaming down your face, you weren’t able to stop even a single one of them.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry for running away”, you croaked.

Hongjoong hummed, spreading his legs a bit wider and patting his thigh. If you did as he wanted, he would own you. You knew that, and yet you crossed the distance and climbed onto his lap. Playing along would let you have the best chances.

“I’m sorry”, you wailed, not knowing what you were apologizing for anymore.

Probably for betraying your father and yourself with it when you let him wrap his arm around your waist to pull you against his chest.

“I know, I know”, his voice was oddly soothing as you sobbed.

His other hand was rubbing circles on your thigh, holding you close and sealing your fate once and for all.

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