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3:09 am.

you awoke with a startle. your body was warm, your chest glistening with sweat.

another nightmare.

red eyes. silver fangs. blonde hair.

almost like what your moms journal describes.

with a shaky breath, you try to calm your racing heart. you look over to k, who was still sound asleep, his long limbs stretched. one thing for sure, this man was a blanket and bed hogger. you gave up fighting him on covers.

you quietly got out of his bed, adjusting the long dark shirt over your body as your bare feet padded against the floors and down the steps to the kitchen.

maybe a snack will help you go back to sleep.

you went to the pantry and the shelf you knew harua and maki hid the best snacks. you rumbled around the bags for a while not realizing you had woken up one of the wolves.

“what are you doing?”

you jumped, turning around with a few bags of snacks in your arms. you let out a relief of air when you realized it wasn’t the nightmare figure after you.

“yuma!” you scold, hand on your chest, “you scared me!” you swallowed, licking your bottom lip noticing yuma was shirtless, just in basketball shorts. you noticed the tattoo on his lower torso.

he frowns, eyebrow raised, “it’s after 3 am, and you’re making a lot of noise.” he scolds.

you shrink back, “oh, sorry.”

yuma steps closer, toe to toe with you, dark eyes staring right into yours. you gulp, as he searched within you. “are you okay?”

believe it or not, this is the first time you think you heard yuma be genuinely worried. usually he’s bratty or sassy with you.

little did you know, yuma was fighting with his wolf. his wolf was becoming of age—sexually aggressive.

yuma continued to stare at you. his eyes changing colors slightly, but you caught it. yuma bites his lip, eyes raking down your figure. a hand of his went to the hem of the shirt, tugging at it.

you swallow, not backing down from his stare or touch. “yuma?” you had never seen him be so touchy or longing for you before. “do you want me?” you whisper.

yuma licks his lips, and lets out a low growl. he couldn’t have you. not yet. first, not before nicho, no. second, he’s not sure how he would behave while in bed with you. would he hurt you?

“what’s going on?” you hear another voice come from behind yuma. yuma breaks out of his almost trance like state.

yuma steps back, his eyes changing. he smiles, then frowns, “little miss witch here was making too much noise for it being 3 in the morning.” yuma says annoyed.

there he was.

“i said i was sorry!” you furrow your brows at yuma. sometimes you really wanted to slap that attitude right out of him. you place the snacks in your arms onto the countertop, then your hands go to your waist. “you know, you could be a little nicer.”

yuma thinks for a second, “nah.” you cross your arms, ready to throw a tantrum to yuma.

“yuma, go back to bed.” nicholas scolds to the youngest. yuma scoffs, rolls his eyes, and walks off, leaving you and nicho alone.

nicholas walks over to you, eyeing all the snacks on the countertop with a laugh. “worked up a hunger, huh?” he teases, turning to you, eyebrow raised. nicho was just wearing grey sweats, completely shirtless. your mouth watered at the sight of his bare chest.

your cheeks reddened. “um, maybe.” nicho smiles, hands reaching for your waist, moving you so that your backside hit the counter. “nicho—,”

“i can’t wait any longer. i need you.” nicho nearly begs, and leans down to capture your lips with his. you moan into the kiss, your right hand gripping his hair in a hold. he grinds his hips into yours, stealing a moan from you into the kiss.

you pull away breathlessly, “wait, here?” you ask as he rested his forehead against yours.

he nods. “yes. please. i won’t make it up the stairs.”

when you nod, he turns you around and bends you over the counter, bunching the shirt to your waist. nicho whines realizing you only wore a shirt, no panties. “just waiting to be fucked again, huh love?” he slaps each cheek twice, causing you to stand on your tippy toes, quickly getting wet at the sensation.

“nicho—,” you whine yourself, wanting him to go ahead and fuck you before someone else walked in.

“i’ll be quick love, okay?” he sighs, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “next time though, i’m taking my time.” he growls.

without warning, you felt the head of nicho’s cock tease between your folds, before he slowly begins to push into you. “mhm, nicho—,” you gasp, taking in a deep breath. your warm walls immediately stretched for him, welcoming his cock.

like fuma, nicholas was thick, but he had a bit more length. “taking me so nice and well,” nicho groans, leaning down so that his forehead rested against your shoulder.

nicho kisses the back of your shoulder, as he slowly pulls out, to the head of his cock, before pushing back in with force. all you could do is tiredly moan, forehead resting against the cool counter, hands gripping the granite.

“feels s’good nicho—,” you whimper, heading leaning up, nicho using his other hand to turn your head to meet your lips in a kiss:

the sound of skin to skin only being heard, with the sound of loud, slopping kissing, as nicho ruins you against the kitchen counters. detangling your tongues, nicho reaches around you, whispering into your ear, his index and middle finger rubbing circles around your clit.

he nibbles on your earlobe, moaning into your ear. his own deep voice, vibrating in your ear, making you wetter if that was even possible.

“my turn couldn’t come fast enough, love. been waiting for this since i met you.” nicho says, pistoling in and out of your walls, squelching come from you.

sweat worked up on both your bodies, a loud moan slipping from your lip, your head resting backwards against nicho’s shoulder.

“nicho—, i’m gonna—,” you cry out as his fingers rubbed quicker circles against your clit.

“come on my cock, love. i’m gonna come deep in you, fill you up.”

“yes, please!” you whine between one last cry, as you come around nicho’s cock, your toes curling, thighs shaking from your orgasm. nicho stills in you seconds later, his warm seed filling you up so good.

you lay, chest flat against the counters, breathlessly, nicho still breathing hard himself, warm breath fanning against the back of your neck. he kisses the junction where your shoulder meets your neck, and chuckles in happiness.

“fuck you felt so good.” he says through a grin, you reach your arm behind you, hand gripping nicho’s neck, to have his lips meets yours.

nicho pulls out carefully, you whining at the loss from him into his lips. you put your thighs together so that both of your releases wouldn’t drip on the floor. nicho tucks himself back into his sweats.

nicho turns you around, back to the counter, and leans down to capture your lips once again. you wrap your arms around him, immediately searching for his tongue.

nicho was such a great kisser with those thick lips of his. you could kiss him forever and be content. his tongue met yours, his hands going to your waist, pinching your sides.

you heard footsteps and a voice clear. nicho pulls back, and you look to the door seeing jo, face red, ears as well. “sorry, i—just wanted some rice.” he says softly.

you chuckle, forehead against nicho’s shoulder. nicho chuckles as well, “come on in jo, we’re done anyway.”

“oh,” his face reddens even more.

you quietly scold nicho and walk over to the pantry and grab a bowl of rice. “i’ll make you some, jojo.”

nicho chuckles quietly. “when you’re done, feel free to join me in bed.” nicho kisses the top of your head and leaves the kitchen.

“i didn’t interrupt anything did i?” jo asks, nervously. you shake your head with a smile.

“no jojo, no worries.” you say running your hand through his tousled hair, and kiss his cheek. “you want anything with your rice?”

jo shakes his head. “just rice, please.”

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you stretched in nicho’s bed, rolling over seeing you were alone in the room. his clock read 10:22 am.

after freshening up in the bathroom, you walk down the steps in the shirt from last night, but also in a pair of your own boyshort underwear.

walking down the stairs, you noticed k, fuma, and nicho with euijoo in his office.

“meeting time?” you say as you walked into the office. euijoo always told you when his office door was open, to feel free and come in at anytime.

nicho smiles, holding out his arm for you to walk into. k scoffs. you frown to k with a pout, “what’s wrong?”

“you left me in the middle of the night princess.”

“i wanted a snack.” you shrug, nicho’s arm tightening around you. fuma and euijoo chuckle.

“and you got more than a snack, huh?” k crosses his arms staring at you, then glares at nicho. “what if i wasn’t done with my turn?”

nicho chuckles, “don’t worry k, you will have your chance to have morning sex with her another time.” nicho rolls his eyes.

k gasps dramatically, “and what if i wanted to have morning sex with her this morning?”

“well, technically it’s still morning,” you say hoping to ease any actual tension.

k looks down to you, “princess, it’s not the same. we’re already out of bed.”

you roll your lips together, “then we can have morning sex tomorrow, k,”

k shakes his head, “nope, it’s not something we can just plan. that ruins the mood.”

“plus it’s been way too long without my mate and i would like to spend time with her.” fuma says, walking from his spot across the room and towards you.

he removes you from nicho’s hold, and wraps you in his own thick arms, head resting against his chest, covered by a thin tank. you lean closer into fuma’s hold, suddenly missing his warmth. you sighed in relief, inhaling his scent.

“come on, let’s sit down. we’re still discussing some things.” fuma softly says and you nod.

he leads you to the couch where he sits, and you sit on his lap, legs outstretched, ending up being sat in k’s lap.

nicholas sat near euijoo who sat behind the desk. “should we discuss this—,” euijoo began nervously.

“yes.” fuma answers, holding you tighter. you were barely paying attention, relaxed in content as fuma played with your hair, you heard his heartbeat, and k rubbed soothing patterns on your bare legs.

euijoo sighs. “well,” he clears his throat, “i reached out to jay and sunghoon about ni-ki, apparently they didn’t even know he had came on our property and weren’t happy themselves.” euijoo explains, “i told them if it happens again, i’m calling in bangchan and jurin for back up.”

“what did the park brothers say?” nicho asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“they locked ni-ki in their basement per them, and are depriving him of fresh human blood. apparently fresh human blood is the only way ni-ki gains his strength.”

“i think the enhypen clan is scared of ni-ki himself and his capabilities.” fuma says, his chest rumbling from his deep voice.

“then they better keep him on a tighter leash.” k says, “yuma and jo’s wolves are soon going to become full adult meaning—they’re going to become more aggressive. we won’t be able to handle them much, only prepare for the worst.”

fuma sighs, “especially when their wolf becomes sexually aggressive and anxious to mate.”

nicho sighs next, “i think yuma is getting close. last night he was in the kitchen with her before i was. the way he stared at her, if i hadn’t interrupted i’m sure he would’ve taken her right there in the kitchen.”

“oh like you did?” k replies with a smirk.

“i hope you disinfected the counters at least.” euijoo frowns at nicho.

“at least i was gentle with her, k. we know yuma wouldn’t be.” nicho points out.

“you never did answer my question, nicholas.” euijoo says.

“i didn’t, but she may have. she made jo some rice last night before she came to my bed.”

fuma looks down at you in awe as nicho and euijoo continue to bicker about the countertops. fuma’s wolf and himself were excited to have you again. not just sexually, but just to be around him. fuma suddenly stands up with you asleep in his arms.

“i’m going to lay her down in my bed. i may join you guys back. if not, leave us alone.” fuma orders, ignoring any protesting from the others.

he walks straight to his room on the first floor, kicking his door shut, laying you on his bed. you grip his shirt when he pulls away. “no, don’t leave.”

“not going anywhere baby.” he kisses your forehead, before grabbing the television remote and laying down beside you.

you cuddle into his side, immediately feeling healed. “mhm, you smell good fum.”

fuma rubs your hair out of your face. “i can say the same for you.” he leans down to capture your lips. “go back to sleep, i’m sure you’re exhausted.”

you lazily nod against him, and was tugged back into a deep sleep as fuma laid beside you, catching up on some anime.

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desert sand. wind storm. heat. a sniper.

you’re just a slut for them. nothing better.

yerasah. sooha.

you once again awoke with a startle, sitting straight up in the bed, body covered in sweat.

fuma was gone, you were alone in the bedroom. you suddenly felt as if you couldn’t breathe—as if sand had taken over your lungs.

you began to cough violently, rolling off the bed thinking that would help, but it didn’t.

gasping for air, feet came running to your side. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” it was maki, leaning down beside you.

you gasped for more air, unable to speak. taki brought a cold water to your side, attempting to help you drink it, but it seemed to only make it worse.

harua came running in next, grabbing your hands in his, hoping he could quickly heal you. “look at me!” harua commanded, and you looked at him, staring into his eyes.

the feeling of choking on sand soon faded away, only gasping for air that you could finally breathe again. taki helped you drink water again, succeeding this time.

“good girl.” maki praises, rubbing your back, as taki helped you drink water and harua held your hand tightly.

“fu—fum—fuma,” you gasp out after taki moves the water from your lips.

“fuma will be back, okay” harua rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

“wh—where?”

“he, euijoo, k, nicho, and yuma went to talk to the park brothers. they should be back soon.” taki answers.

maki hesitates, “did ni-ki tell you anything while he had confused taki, yuma and myself?”

you shook your head with a frown, heart beating fast in your chest. “no.” you croaked out.

maki rubs your head. “i know you’re lying, but i won’t push you. just know fuma, k, euijoo and nicho found out from the enhypen clan after ni-ki went bonkers on them.”

“huh?” you asked confused.

maki smiles, “he’s so deprived of blood, he’s saying a lot of things,” maki then frowns, “like how he told you, you were just our slut.” maki shudders. “you’re more than that, okay?”

you nod, still not understanding this whole arrangement your ancestors planned, but kept quiet trying to trust the meaning behind it all.

jo suddenly comes in with your mom’s journal. “you need to read it. i was passing k’s room and it was literally shaking on his dresser.”

“we’ll leave you be.” harua begins, but you held tighter to his hand. “can you at least stay, harua? i may need your strength.”

maki and taki both stand from their position on the floor, “we’ll go fix some food for us.” maki offers, and the three men walk out leaving you and harua alone.

you slowly open the journal, the pages moving on their own to a page.

yerasah. it all started there. 10 centuries ago. a fight between a mysterious, powerful being and her admirers from different realms.

you are the linage that can fix it. get it back to the original story. unravel your true power ray. you know how. rely on your true instincts.

i can see, 6 year old ray, running in the grass barefoot, climbing trees, wanting to smell every flower she passed by. listening closely to the water fountain in grammy’s garden, surrounded by the fish who always stared at you. later in the evening, the camp fire called to you, the wind howling in the distance, bringing you comfort.

my ray of sunshine, you are the actual sun shine.

like last time, after you finished reading, it morphed into a nursery rhyme—the itsy bitsy spider.

“fuck, again?” you groan. “how am i supposed to understand what i just read?” you close the book with a thud.

harua continues his soothing hold on your hand. “i’m sure it’ll make sense soon, bun.” he smiles and kisses your cheek. “why don’t we go see what the boys are making?”

you nod, getting up from the bed with harua’s help. “i think im going to shower. i will join you all in a bit.”

harua nods, leaving you in fuma’s bedroom. you walk over to his en-suite, stripping from your clothes and turning on the hot shower water, immediately stepping in.

maybe a refresh is what you need. a nice warm shower to clear your mind and think about everything.

why would your ancestors be dead set on you being there for these men as a mate? as someone to basically please them sexually? all of them believes it’s more than that, but the more ni-ki’s words haunts you, the more you’re unsure.

you take fuma’s body wash, smiling at the scent and using it to wash off your body. you heard his bathroom door open, and you paid no mind thinking it was one of the four boys updating you on the food.

however you were surprised when the shower door opened, and in walked fuma behind you with a smile. “hi baby.” he smiles. you smile shyly back turning your head to him then quickly turning back to the shower head.

fuma kisses your naked shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back to his naked skin. you absentmindedly sink into his body, a hum of satisfaction. fuma kisses your temple.

he hands wrap around, meeting to the front of your stomach, teasing your lower half with his fingertips rubbing circles. he kisses your earlobe, and quickly nibbles.

“fuma,” you sigh with a groan. “please no teasing.”

“can i have you?”

you nod, then quietly say, “yes, fuma, please.”

fuma turns you around, your back against the shower wall, him lifting your right leg against his waist, his cock already hard and ready for you. “you’re ours, understand?” he growls. you nod, both hands cupping his face, thumb tracing his lower lip. he kisses your thumb, and playfully bites it.

“i understand, fum.” you smile, and use your right hand to grip the back of his neck and pull him closer to capture his lips.

fuma groans into the kiss, desperately trying to pull you closer. he pulls your leg closer if possible, his mushroom tip already teasing your trance. he uses his free hand to guide himself between your folds, teasing the both of you.

you accidentally bite his lip in the process, with a moan, your head leaning against the back shower wall as he pushed inside you, stretching you. “i’ve missed you so much baby.” fuma sighs, his cock buried deep in you. you bite your own lower lips this time.

“fuma—please, move.” you beg, and fuma leans down to capture your lips again, before pulling out and finding a rhythm where your bodies met.

he picked you up with ease, wrapping both your legs around his waist, his balls clapping against your ass as he fucked you fast and deep.

you moan into his kiss, his mouth, your walls fluttering around his cock, causing him to growl mixed with a groan. “keep pulsing around me like that, and i’ll come way too fast.”

you chuckle, purposely this time clenching your walls around him, and fuma removes his lips from yours, going to your neck with a bite, causing you to cry out in pleasure. he slaps your ass cheek with a sting, and ups his pace, hands settled on your hips, your back still pressed against the wall of the shower.

it was just fuma’s strength holding you up, and it turned you on even more if possible, realizing his actual strength. “fuma—,” you cry out, his thumb reaching down to rub circles around your clit.

however, just as you were about to come, he pulled his hand away, and pulled his cock out, helping you to the shower floor.

“what—fuma, no,” you cry with a whine.

“let’s get finished washing up and then maybe i will give you that mind blowing orgasm.”

“i’m sorry i teased you,” you pouted with a stomp of your foot.

fuma tsks, “none of that baby. you’ll get rewarded, i promise.” he kisses your forehead, and finishes helping you wash up.

after washing up and getting dressed in some sweats of his and a hoodie, you were still on fire and frustrated that seemed to not bother fuma at all.

you joined maki, harua, taki, and jo in the kitchen as they finished up the barbecue. maki snickered, fuma shoots him a glare, but maki doesn’t react.

you sit at the dining table, fuma next to you. soon, k, euijoo, nicholas, and yuma joined you all.

“have a nice shower?” yuma smirks.

“oh, um, yeah,” you nod.

“i can smell your arousal from here. did poor mr fuma leave you dry?” yuma teases with a laugh. you turn red and hang your head.

“shut up, yuma!” you whine. fuma rubs your back.

“maybe if you weren’t such a tease or annoying you would’ve been rewarded with an orgasm.” yuma snips.

you stand up suddenly, pointing at yuma. “i’m stick and tired of your bratty attitude! you either learn to be nice to me or i teach you a lesson!”

yuma smirks quietly, leaning forward against the table from across from you. “i’d like to see you try.” yuma clicks his tongue, you huff, stomping your foot, really about to throw a tantrum.

“calm down princess,” k says coming from behind and gripping your shoulders with a soothing touch, and had you sit back down.

maki, taki, jo, and harua quickly joined you all inside with plates and plates of food.

“looks good boys!” euijoo clapped.

everyone was happy and content. except you. you were now in a sour mood. while everyone ate around you, you picked at your plate, no longer hungry. no longer wanting to be around them. you felt suffocated.

“are you okay?” jo asks softly from the other side of you. you give him a weak smile and nod.

“yeah,” you sigh. you scooted your chair out and stood, “i’m not hungry, i’m just gonna go lay down.” you announce.

the boys protest, but you ignored them. walking out the kitchen, you held back tears, and walked up the stairs, and to the end of the hall where you knew there was a door leading to the back balcony overlooking the garden.

once there, you opened the door, the fresh cool air welcoming you immediately. you sit on the balcony ground, staring out, tears whirling in your eyes.

you stared out at the garden and the woods that surrounded the house. you could see movement within them, but paid no mind to the danger that may have lurked.

back down stairs, the boys were chattering here and there, but there definitely was some tension amongst them.

whether it be from the enhypen brothers or yuma’s bad attitude.

“did ya’ll see ni-ki?” maki asks curiously.

“fuma and k did.” nicholas answers. “euijoo, yuma, and myself stayed on the main floor with sunghoon, jungwon, and jake.”

“they’ve been rotating who keeps an eye on ni-ki,” euijoo explains, “one of the park brothers always has to be with him since they are elders and the strongest. they had heeseung down there since he’s the one that turned ni-ki, and sunoo since he’s an intuitive vampire.”

“what did ni-ki’s smart mouth say this time?” maki scoffs.

the five men who went exchange looks. “i rather not say.” euijoo says. “we all are still, shall i say, trying to calm down, from his words and thoughts.”

“he’s obsessed with her for some reason.” nicholas says.

“and we have no idea why.” k groans, leaning back against his chair.

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“You okay?” her dad asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been in your head since you got here.”

She blinked, forcing a tight smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t look convinced, but let it slide. He took a bite of his sandwich, then, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment, dropped the bomb.

“Pulled someone over the other night.”

Y/N froze mid sip, hand tightening around her glass.

“Yunho,” her dad said like the name tasted sour. “Little shit in that car that sounds like a damn rocket. Recognized it right away.“

Her stomach twisted into a thousand knots. That night. She’d been in the passenger seat, hoodie pulled over her head, practically folded in half trying not to breathe too loud. Yunho had cracked smartass jokes. Her dad hadn’t seen her.

Or… had he?

She kept her expression neutral with every ounce of strength she had. “You give him a ticket?”

“Nope,” he grunted. “Smart mouth got in the way.” Her dad rolled his eyes. “Slick bastard. And get this, he had the nerve to say he’d heard my daughter’s seeing someone. Looked smug as hell. Yet, here I was not even know you and Han had broken up.”

She tried to laugh. “Maybe he was messing with you.”

Her dad eyed her. “That so? So you and Han aren’t broken up?”

“No, I’m not seeing anyone and, yes, I did breakup up with Han.” she said quickly, taking another sip of lemonade to hide the shake in her hands.

“Hm.” He went back to his sandwich, thankfully dropping it. “Just saying, if I did find out you were seeing someone like him, I’d be having a very different kind of lunch right now.”

Y/N stomach churned. The image of her dad’s patrol car flashing in Yunho’s rearview mirror played behind her eyes. Her own face ducked beneath the dashboard. She’d nearly had a heart attack when the door opened and her dad stood there, oblivious.

Her dad went on talking, something about an arrest the week before, but she couldn’t hear any of it. Her head was spinning. She’d thought they were being careful. Clearly not careful enough.

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“Someone’s…. going to see …. us…” y/n gasped, panted, moaned as Yunho kept thrusting with a deep, hard speed. Her hand was around his throat, legs around his waist. He gripped her waist, face buried into the crook of her neck.

“You” he pulled almost all the way out of her, “were” he snapped his hips, thrusting all the way back in, “fucking” he did it again, pulling all the way back out, “made” and then thrusting all the way back in, hitting her spot, that amazing fucking spot that made her legs start shaking and her moans turn to cries. “for me.”

She came, gripping his throat, and pulling at his hair, and one, two, three more deep, rough, possessive thrusts, he came too, biting at her collarbone then soothing it with his tongue.

Yunho leaned against the workbench, still catching his breath, one hand resting on y/n bare thigh as she perched in front of him, legs wrapped around his waist, skin flushed and sticky with sweat. Her shirt was somewhere behind them, and his belt hung loose around his hips.

“That’s twice now,” she murmured, dragging her fingers along his chest. “Garage sex. We’re getting reckless.”

Yunho grinned, pressing a slow kiss to her jaw. “What can I say? You bring out my worst instincts.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. The afterglow softened the earlier tension, but not enough to erase it entirely. There was still an ache behind Yunho’s eyes, still that unspoken fear threading his touch.

She leaned her forehead against his. “You know Seonghwa’s dad’s a cop too, right?”

Yunho pulled back slightly, brows lifting in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. He transferred, does narcotics in Seoul.”

Yunho let out a low whistle, then gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re surrounded, sweetheart. That’s two strikes. You and Seonghwa trying to take us down from the inside?”

She grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Maybe I’ll use that against Hongjoong,” Yunho said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell him you’re part of a secret cop coalition and Seonghwa’s your handler.”

Y/N laughed, tossing her head back. “You’re so dumb.”

But before Yunho could lean in for another kiss, the side door creaked open behind them.

“Hey, Yunho, do you know where the…. OH MY GOD!”

Y/N shrieked, scrambling to yank Yunho’s shirt in front of her bare chest while Yunho instinctively stepped in front of her, glaring at the two stunned figures in the doorway.

Wooyoung stood frozen, eyes wide and mouth halfway between horror and delight. Beside him, Yeosang blinked slowly, looking more confused than scandalized.

“Seriously?” Yeosang deadpanned. “This is the second time we’ve had to witness this.”

“You’re getting predictable,” Wooyoung added, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Also, is this your kink? Public sex in places with terrible lighting and the scent of motor oil?”

“Get out,” Yunho growled.

“Oh, we’re going,” Wooyoung said, already backing out the door with both hands up. “But not before I tell everyone.”

Yeosang simply nodded once toward y/n, who was bright red and clutching Yunho’s shirt to her chest, before walking out behind him.

The door shut with a dull clang, leaving behind stunned silence and the echo of Wooyoung’s laughter.

Yunho sighed and dropped his head onto y/n shoulder. “I hate them.”

She snorted. “No you don’t.”

“Okay. I don’t. But I do hate that they’re always around when I’m trying to be inside you.”

Y/N bit her lip, giggling against his neck. “Maybe we should invest in a lock.”

“Or your place,” he muttered.

“Or your place.”

Yunho went quiet again, arms tightening around her just a little.

Because his place still felt like too much. Too close. Too permanent.

And it scared the hell out of him.

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The garage felt colder than usual, despite the heat outside.

The air hung thick with tension as Yunho stepped in, the usual buzz of drills and engines replaced with stifling silence. He knew something was wrong before anyone even said a word, Yeosang looked like he hadn’t blinked in ten minutes, Jongho was pacing, and Hongjoong stood dead still in the middle of the floor, arms folded so tight his knuckles were white.

“What happened?” Yunho asked, voice low, already bracing.

Yeosang looked up. “Wooyoung got caught.”

Yunho froze. “Caught how?”

“Possession,” Jongho said, walking in tight circles. “Pulled over in his car. Weed in the glovebox. Not even his biggest stash, but enough.”

Yunho’s stomach turned. “Shit.”

“Your girl’s dad got him,” Yeosang added. “Detective Kim recognized the plates. Didn’t even hesitate.”

The room spun for a second.

“He didn’t get a warning?” Yunho asked, already knowing the answer.

Hongjoong’s voice was low and sharp. “Does it look like he got a warning?”

Yunho looked at him, eyes dark. “He’ll be out, though?”

“Bail’s being processed,” Jongho said. “But that’s not the goddamn point.”

“No,” Hongjoong said, stepping forward. “The point is that Wooyoung got picked up by your girlfriend’s dad. The same cop that’s been trying to pin shit on me since we were teenagers. The same one who’s been sniffing around every time one of our deals gets even a little hot.”

Yunho clenched his jaw. “Y/N not involved in any of that.”

“Is that so?” Hongjoong snapped. “Because her father sure as hell is.”

“She doesn’t know…” Yunho stopped himself mid lie, swallowing hard. “She’s not in it.”

Hongjoong didn’t buy it for a second.

Yeosang spoke up. “You told she was in the car with you when he pulled you over the other night.”

Yunho didn’t answer.

“And now Wooyoung’s sitting in a cell because of a family name.” Jongho muttered.

“I’ll get him out,” Yunho said quickly. “I’ll go now.”

“Not yet,” Hongjoong barked. “We’re not done.”

Yunho flinched as Hongjoong stepped closer. “How long have you been keeping this from me?”

“Not long.” Yunho lied straight through his teeth.

“And you didn’t think any of this was worth bringing up?”

“I handled it.”

“Handled it?” Hongjoong’s voice rose. “You brought a fucking detective’s daughter into this, and now one of our guys is locked up because of it.”

Yunho’s jaw ticked, but his voice stayed cool. “I didn’t drag her in. I didn’t ask for this to happen. It’s not like I can control who her father is.”

Hongjoong stared at him, breathing hard. Then he laughed bitterly. “And here I thought you were the careful one.”

Yunho snapped, “I’m not the only one with a cop in their life.” He hadn’t meant to say it, it wasn’t his place but he spoke before he could stop himself. “Seonghwa‘s dad is Narcotics Division in Seoul.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened. “Wait….. what?”

Hongjoong’s face darkened. “And no one thought to mention that to me?”

“Guess we all have secrets,” Yunho muttered.

Jongho gave a long exhale. “This just keeps getting better.”

“I’ll go get Wooyoung,” Yunho needed to get out of there, he wanted to disappear and cool off before he did something he would regret. “Bail’s probably posted by now. I’ll bring him back.”

“No detours.” Hongjoong said, his voice cold.

stay away from her was the unspoken words.

Yunho didn’t respond, just turned and walked out. The second the garage doors clanged shut behind him, he cursed under his breath and pulled his phone out, dialing the number from Wooyoung’s earlier call.

He had no idea how bad the fallout might get.

But if there was one thing he knew for sure, it wasn’t over.

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The station reeked of floor cleaner and stale coffee, the kind of sterile smell that made Yunho’s skin crawl. He walked in like he owned the place, which only made the front desk officer narrow his eyes. But they all knew who he was. Yunho wasn’t some anonymous face, they just hadn’t caught him with anything yet. And that was enough to keep his name muttered in quiet hallways and posted on boards with red pins and question marks.

He found Wooyoung sprawled on the bench like he was waiting for a table at a restaurant, not being held for drug possession.

“About time,” Wooyoung said with a shit eating grin, kicking his feet up. “Was starting to think you forgot about your favorite criminal.”

“You’re not my favorite anything right now,” Yunho muttered, glancing toward the front desk before leaning down. “What the hell happened?”

“I got pulled over. Your girlfriend’s dad, actually. Seems he knows my face.” Wooyoung winced. “Didn’t even give me time to toss it. He was waiting.”

Yunho swore under his breath just as the sound of polished boots echoed down the corridor.

“Jeong Yunho.”

The voice was too familiar. Cold and sharp, like a scalpel.

He turned to find Detective Kim standing near the hallway entrance, hands clasped behind his back, expression carved from stone.

“Come with me.”

Yunho gave Wooyoung one last glance. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” He teased.

Wooyoung saluted mockingly. “No promises.”

Yunho followed the detective down the hallway lined with closed doors and frosted windows, past judgmental glances and cops who didn’t bother hiding their suspicion. The silence between them was thick, the tension nearly tangible. The detective didn’t look back once as he pushed into his office.

The door shut with a heavy click behind them.

“Sit.”

“I’ll stand,” Yunho replied evenly, arms crossed.

Detective Kim arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press it. He stepped behind his desk, sliding into the chair and staring Yunho down like he was already in handcuffs.

“You and Wooyoung have known one another for years.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Since high school,” Yunho said coolly. “Is that what this is about?”

“What it’s about is him getting caught with weed in his car, on my side of the city. And you showing up like some damn knight in leather armor to bail him out.”

Yunho didn’t respond, jaw tight.

The detective leaned forward. “And now I’m hearing rumors. That you’re seeing someone. That you’ve been… distracted.”

Yunho didn’t blink.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re chasing skirts,” the detective continued, not knowing that skirt was his daughter. “But I do care if you’re dragging innocent girls into your mess. Because you and I both know the kind of shit that happens when someone like you gets too close.”

Yunho’s tone was razor sharp, glancing at the framed picture of Y/N on her dad’s desk. “I keep my business separate.”

The detective’s jaw ticked. “Funny. That’s what your father used to say. Before he got himself killed working a job for this city. For me.”

That hit like a punch to the ribs.

Yunho’s mouth was a flat line, but his fingers clenched at his sides.

“Your father was a good man,” Kim said. “Tried like hell to keep you on the right path. And if he could see you now, racing through the streets, mixed up in whatever the hell Hongjoong is running out of that garage, he’d be disappointed. No, ashamed.”

Yunho swallowed that down like venom. “Then good thing he’s not here,” he said, voice low.

Y/N dad leaned back, eyes cold. “You got lucky tonight. Wooyoung’s record’s clean enough that I’m letting him go. But next time? If I catch either of you slipping, there won’t be a warning. I don’t care how long we’ve known each other.”

Yunho didn’t flinch. “Then maybe stop wasting time on clean records and go after the people who actually have something to hide.”

The air between them cracked like glass.

“Tell your friend he’s free to go,” the detective said finally.

Yunho turned and walked out, shoulders tight, pulse drumming in his ears.

He didn’t breathe until he was back at the front of the station and saw Wooyoung already on his feet, twirling his keys.

“You get your ass chewed out by your future father in law?” Wooyoung asked, stepping into pace beside him, teasing.

“Yeah,” Yunho muttered. “The whole thing. Got the your dad would be ashamed bonus speech too.”

Wooyoung winced. “Damn. He went there?”

Yunho didn’t answer. Just shoved the door open and stepped into the night.

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Yunho was laid out on the couch in his and Jongho’s apartment, one arm flung over his eyes to block the dim light drifting through the blinds. The room smelled faintly of weed, sweet and earthy, a haze still hanging in the air from the joint he’d smoked a while ago. The ashtray on the coffee table was full, his phone face down, music playing low from the speaker in the corner, something old and slow and scratchy.

But none of it really registered.

He kept hearing it.

Your father would be ashamed.

The words hadn’t left him alone since Y/N dad said them earlier at the station, after dragging him into his office and closing the door like they were equals. Like he had the right.

It wasn’t the first time someone used his dad as a weapon, but coming from a man who used to work with him? A man who was supposed to be a friend? It hit harder than he expected.

It made him want to punch something. Or light another blunt. Or forget altogether.

So he stayed there, barely blinking, chest too tight, brain too loud.

Then there was a knock.

Yunho blinked once, sat up slow, muscles sluggish from the high and the weight of everything sitting heavy on his shoulders. He opened the door with a low, tired groan and there she was.

Y/N.

Hoodie sleeves pushed up, jean shorts that showed way too much thigh for his already fried self control. Her expression was soft and concerned, eyes flicking over him like she’d been preparing herself to find him worse.

“Jongho told me where you live,” she said quietly. “I wanted to see you.”

Yunho’s chest stuttered. He leaned against the doorframe for a second, unsure whether to let her in or keep her far away. Not because he didn’t want her, God, he wanted her, but because this… this was real.

“Come in,” he said eventually, stepping back.

She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room, simple furniture, a few car parts on the kitchen table, Jongho’s sneakers by the hallway, Yunho’s jacket draped over the back of the couch along with a Spiderman blanket.

He can’t sleep without his Spiderman blanket.

Smiled, because Jongho hadn’t been joking when he told her that.

Yunho watched her take it all in, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “You want a drink or something?” he asked, suddenly self conscious. “It’s not much, but…”

She turned to him, brows raised in surprise. “Are you nervous?”

Yunho let out a low scoff, avoiding her eyes. “It’s weird having you here, alright? I didn’t think you’d ever be in this part of my life.”

“You literally have had sex with me at the garage where anyone and anyone have, walked in on us,” she said, crossing her arms with a teasing glint. “But this, your apartment, is what makes you nervous?”

He gave a breathy laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s different. That’s the mess I’m used to. This..” he gestured to the space around them “this is where I sleep. Where I come back to after the world tries to ruin me.”

Y/N stepped closer, eyes softening. “And you wanted to keep it safe from me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, voice quieter. “I just… I don’t want you to see me like this and realize I’m not worth it.”

Her expression cracked, just for a second, before she grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the couch beside her.

“Too late,” she whispered, climbing into his lap.

He barely had time to breathe before her lips were on his, hands tangled in his hair, the need between them hitting like a lit match to dry leaves. Yunho kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to earth, fingers digging into her thighs, hoodie riding up to her ribs.

His nerves didn’t matter anymore. Not when she touched him like this. Not when her breath hitched in his ear and her nails scratched lightly across his scalp.

Y/N gasped when he stood, legs wrapping around his waist and moving to kissing at his neck as Yunho carried her down the hall and to his bedroom.

His back hit the bedroom door with a soft thud as Y/N slid down his body, pulling him in, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. It was halfway off his shoulders already, exposing his flushed skin, and he didn’t care. He only cared about her mouth on his, the urgency of her touch, the way her body molded to his like she belonged there.

Because she did.

She hadn’t stopped kissing him since she climbed into his lap on the couch, and now, with the door shut and no one around, it was like everything snapped.

Just her. Just him. Nothing else.

Yunho’s mouth crashed into hers again, all heat and hunger, and he groaned softly when she bit down on his lip, pulling at it with her teeth. “You trying to kill me?” he rasped against her mouth, breath hot.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her hands already sliding under his shirt, nails dragging across the firm ridges of his stomach.

He growled low in his throat and spun them fast, pressing her against the door. The kiss deepened. She gasped into it, legs hitching around his waist once again, his large hand sliding under one thigh to hold her up. The way she clung to him, wrapped herself around him, made something in Yunho’s chest tighten almost painfully.

It scared the hell out of him, how badly he needed her. How much of himself she already had.

“Y/N,” he breathed, barely pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. “You sure you want this?” You sure you want me?

Her eyes met his, bright and sure and impossibly soft. “I came here for you, Yunho. I want this. I want you.”

And that was it.

He kissed her again like he needed her to breathe, walking her backwards until her legs hit the edge of his bed and they tumbled down together, tangled in denim and skin and heat. Her hoodie came off first, followed by his shirt, and then his sweatpants, landing somewhere on the floor as they stripped each other down in frantic pieces.

His mouth dragged down her stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast as he took his time memorizing every inch of her. She arched into him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips jumping, letting him pull her shorts off, practically tearing the blue lace panties off, his tongue finding the spot between her legs that made her cry out.

“You better catch your breath, baby,” he smirked. “I’ve got the munchies.” He took his time, working her apart with long, slow licks, making her whimper and writhe and beg before Y/N reached down, pulling at his hair. “Enough… I need…. I need to feel you….”

Yunho crawled up her body, mouth slick and eyes dark. “You’re gonna destroy me,” he muttered, lining himself up and sliding in with one long, deep stroke that made both of them gasp as he stretched her, her always so tight for him.

Y/N clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth open on a soundless moan. He moved slow at first, deep and deliberate, watching her face like he was starved for it. Every twitch of her brow, every hitch in her breath, every time she moaned his name, it undid him.

“Fuck,” his hands gripped at her waist, lifting her up only slightly off the bed, the angle earning him the hottest cry, the most addictive moan of his name from her parts lips. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

They moved together like they were made for this. Like they’d done it a thousand times in a hundred different lives. It was hot and slow and so damn intimate it made Yunho’s chest ache.

He buried his face in her neck as he got closer, her name whispered like a prayer. “You feel so good, baby. So perfect. Can’t… can’t get enough of you.”

She arched up into him, her nails leaving red lines down his back. “Yunho…. please…. come with me….”

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, pulling him under with her. He groaned her name, hips stuttering, burying himself as deep as he could go before everything went white.

The aftermath was breathless. Quiet. She lay tangled beneath him, skin dewy with sweat, her fingers tracing soft patterns along the back of his neck while he tried to catch his breath.

She was still here.

In his bed.

And the scariest part?

He never wanted her to leave.

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Sunlight was already leaking through the blinds when Yunho blinked awake, his arms still wrapped around the warm body beside him. Y/N was tucked against his chest, legs tangled with his under the covers, her bare back pressed to his front. Her soft breathing was steady and calm, and he swore he could’ve laid there forever.

He almost didn’t want to move. Almost.

But then she shifted sleepily, her hips brushing against him, and Yunho groaned softly against her shoulder. “You’re killing me,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep and sex, placing a kiss just below her ear.

Y/N hummed, smiling without opening her eyes. “Mmm. Thought you liked a slow death.”

He grinned and nuzzled her neck, letting his hand slide lazily down her side. “Only if it’s you doing the damage.”

She rolled over to face him, hair messy and eyes half lidded, and Yunho swore he’d never seen anything better in his entire life. His fingers brushed her cheek like he couldn’t help it, his smile softening. He should’ve been scared. He was scared. But in that moment, all he felt was her.

Until the door creaked open.

“Whoa. Whoa!” Jongho’s voice came from the hallway like a bucket of cold water. “Jesus, Yunho, lock your damn door!”

Yunho groaned and reached for the nearest piece of clothing, a discarded shirt on his bedroom floor, to chuck at the door. “What part of knock first do you not understand?!”

“Clearly the part where I don’t expect to see ass first thing in the morning,” Jongho fired back.

Y/N buried her face in Yunho’s chest, mortified. “This is my nightmare.”

“Don’t worry,” Yunho whispered, smirking as he rubbed her back. “Jongho’s been dreaming about walking in on me since we were sixteen.”

“I heard that!” Jongho shouted from the kitchen. “Also, I made coffee. I’m assuming you both need it after that symphony you played last night.” He was very thankful he passed out at the garage the night before now.

Y/N groaned, but Yunho kissed her temple and pulled her closer, lips brushing her ear. “Stay here. I’ll get you a cup.”

But before he could get out of bed, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Unknown number.

He frowned, answered. “Yeah?”

The voice on the other end was familiar. Clipped. Tight. Too familiar.

“We need to talk.”

Yunho sat up straighter, chest tightening.

Y/N brows furrowed at the at faint look of fear that crossed his face before he masked it with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw.

Y/N father’s voice came through the other end of Yunho’s phone like once again. “One of my deputies saw someone entering your apartment last night. Someone that looked a hell of a lot like my daughter. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that… would you?”

Yunho’s heart dropped. Fuck. Fuck.

“Sir, with all due respect,” he started, scrambling mentally, “I think there might’ve been a mistake. Lot of people come and go from this building. I didn’t even know you had a daughter.”

There was a pause. “Uh huh. Strange how your name keeps popping up lately. Between pulling you over last week and now this… You keeping secrets, Yunho?”

Yunho’s eyes flicked to Y/N, who was sitting up now, watching him with a wide eyed, panicked look.

“I think we should finish this conversation in person,” Yunho said tightly. “When and where?”

“Come by the station. Bring your smartass attitude with you.”

The line went dead.

Yunho set his phone down with a long, sharp exhale, dragging a hand over his face.

Y/N looked like she was about to pass out. “What’s wrong?”

“Your dad knows you’re here. He doesn’t know everything.” Yunho muttered, voice tight. “But if he figures it out… this is gonna blow up. Fast.”

She pulled the sheet tighter around herself, eyes wide. “What do we do?”

Yunho stood slowly, already pulling his jeans on, jaw tense. “We don’t panic. I go handle this. You stay here. Jongho’s got you.”

“You think I’m just gonna hide?”

“I think you’re not walking into your dad’s station right after being in my bed all night,” he said, pinning her with a look. “Let me figure out what he knows.”

She didn’t like it. But she didn’t argue.

He kissed her fast, harder than usual. Like it might be the last time.

And then he was gone.

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The second Yunho stepped into the precinct, everything in him tensed.

The fluorescent lights overhead were too bright. The steady murmur of phones and boots on tile grated on his nerves. Cops looked up when he passed, some recognizing him, some just sensing the weight he carried in his stride. He kept his head down, hoodie drawn up, the same way he used to walk into places he knew he didn’t belong.

Only this time, he did belong. Or maybe he belonged exactly here. That was the problem.

A deputy nodded toward the back. “He’s waiting.”

The door to Y/N dad’s office creaked closed behind Yunho with a sharp click. The second he stepped in, the air shifted, he could feel the weight of every bad decision clinging to his back like sweat. Her dad stood behind his desk, arms folded, jaw already clenched so tightly it looked like he might break a tooth.

“Sit,” he said coldly.

Yunho didn’t.

The older man’s eyes narrowed. “I said sit.”

Still, Yunho remained standing, shoulders squared, chin lifted just enough to be defiant without being disrespectful. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, voice low but steady.

“Let’s not pretend this is a formal chat.”

Her dad gave a bitter laugh through his nose. “You’re right. It’s not.”

There was a beat of silence so tense it practically crackled.

“You want to tell me what the hell my daughter was doing going into your apartment last night?” he asked, his tone sharp and unmistakably father, not officer. “One of my deputies recognized her. Said she looked real cozy ducking into your building around midnight.”

Yunho swallowed. “That’s not your deputy’s business.”

“Maybe not,” her dad snapped, “but it sure as hell becomes my business when you’re the one opening the damn door for her.”

Yunho didn’t flinch. “It’s not what you think.” He tried lying, but what would he say?

“Then what is it?” Her dad demanded, stepping around the desk now, closing the space between them. “You messing around with her? Using her to keep tabs on me? You think I’m that easy to fuck with, Yunho?”

Yunho’s voice was taut. “I’m not using her. I would never do that.”

“Right,” her dad said, pacing now, hands on his hips. “Because when I pulled you over last week, you just happened to have a mystery girl with her face turned away. And you just happened to show up in the middle of every damn problem I’ve been dealing with for months.”

“I wasn’t hiding her,” Yunho lied easily, eyes cool. “She wasn’t involved. She isn’t involved. And…. She didn’t want you to know about me.” Not a total lie.

The older man looked at him, like he was trying to see straight through his skull. “You think I’m stupid?”

“I think you’re a good cop and a better dad,” Yunho said carefully. “Which is why I haven’t let her anywhere near the garage. Or the races. Or the business. She doesn’t know anything.” Lies. All lies.

Her dad stared him down like he could hear the truth in the cracks. “You know what bothers me the most, Yunho?”

Yunho said nothing.

“That you’re his kid,” he said quietly. “Your father was one of the best men I ever knew. And here you are, walking the edge of everything he hated. You think he’d be proud of this? Of you?”

Yunho’s throat went tight. His heart thudded once, hard in his chest. That low, buried shame curled deep in his gut like smoke.

“You don’t know what he’d be proud of,” Yunho said, voice rougher now. “You don’t know what it was like after he died. You got to keep your badge. I got handed a stack of hospital bills and a funeral bill we couldn’t pay for.”

Her dad’s expression faltered. Just for a second. “So you decided to get in bed with the very people your dad spent his life fighting?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Yunho bit out. “You think people like me make it out clean?”

“You always have a choice.”

“Right,” Yunho scoffed. “Like I had a choice not to fall for your daughter.”

The words were out before he could stop them. He didn’t mean to say it. Hell, he hadn’t exactly even thought enough about what he exactly his feelings for Y/N are yet.

Her dad went dead silent.

Yunho regretted it the second he said it, but he didn’t take it back.

“Did you just say….”

“Yes.” Yunho’s voice was low but unshaken. “I didn’t mean to. But I did. I’m not sorry for it.”

The captain’s jaw clenched like stone. “You’re going to stay away from her.”

“She’s a grown woman. You can’t tell me not to be with her.”

“You will, or I’ll make sure every part of your life starts falling apart, starting with your little garage.”

Yunho’s fists clenched in his pockets. “She’s not your leverage.”

“She’s my daughter,” her dad growled. “And if I find out you’ve dragged her into any of your mess, if I so much as catch her name mixed up in one of your dealings, I’ll bury you. And no one will come looking.”

Yunho’s breath left him in a slow, careful exhale. He gave a small nod.

But he didn’t say yes.

Didn’t agree to shit.

Because she wasn’t leverage. And she wasn’t just some thrill. She was his undoing, his temptation, his calm and his chaos, and if she asked him to burn it all down, he’d hand her the match.

“I’ll see myself out,” he said tightly.

And then he walked out the door.

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“Dad, please, this is all I have left!” Y/N’s dad didn’t care, he snatched the few bills she clenched in her palms, then shoved her to the floor.

“I don’t care. I need it more, you brat.”

Her father left her on the cold hard floor without another thought as he exited her home.

This all started five years ago, when her mother died and her father became a huge gambling addict. Every bit of death insurance money that was left for their daughter was stolen by the father for excessive spending.

Whatever, his ass can forget it.

Y/N had to return to work if she wanted to keep her home, rent and bills were definitely no joke. With a sigh and groan, she grabbed her apron and hat. As much as she hated her customers, she had a good job. It paid well and gave her a nice home: small, but nice. The best part is that it’s away from her fathers run down house.

Oh the family home..it used to be so beautiful. Y/N’s mother always kept it so extravagant and beautiful, her father actually built it for her mother. Alas, once she died, Y/N’s dad let it fall into disrepair. Holes in the floor, broken windows, no working appliances. It truly was just, not hospitable in any way shape or form.

The walk to the car was miserable, with her pockets robbed of the last cash she had, her bank account stripped clean of its currency. Y/N hated her father in these final minutes to her car, “Piece of shit, hate his ass.”

Her car struggled to start, pissing her off even more. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel and she let out an agonizing scream. Tears streamed down her face that signified her further frustration. Why? Why not was her life like this? Y/N stepped out of her car with a slam of the door. Bus transposition it is. She could only count on the money she made tonight to make it back home. Her bus card only had enough for one ride.

Y/N grabbed her coat before heading back outside to the bus station, it better not be packed. Her day was already shitty and she didn’t need to be jostled around by people on the way to work.

The moment she stepped onto the bus and scanned her card, only then could she breathe a sigh of relief. There was no one on the bus which gave her momentary tranquility. A peaceful silence if you must.

After the jostling bus ride and arriving to work, Y/N prepared for a long day ahead of her. Hopefully having no shitty customers and ending the day with a good pay.

She needs it.

About six hours later, she was clocked out of work with some cash in her pocket, she had made about one hundred and twenty four dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her home and maybe something ordered to eat. Tomorrow's payment would have to go to rent no matter what. She absolutely cannot afford to be homeless.

It had turned dark outside on the way home which she didn’t mind but alas, men. She never had to worry about that but she still worried regardless.

With her home in sight, she let out another sigh of relief and stepped inside. Why was it so dark? She knows she left the lights on. She was sure she left them on. Y/N was about to bolt when hands grabbed her and the lights turned on.

Three men resided in her home entrance and she panicked, “Who the hell are you people and why are you in my home?” She tried her hardest to break away from the man’s hold, she couldn’t see what they looked like and that scared her.

A short one with orange hair pushed himself off the couch with a frown, “You’re not Mark..” His face grew cold, “Might I ask who you are instead?”

Y/N could only scowl before giving in, “I’m his daughter. What do you want with my father?”

“Well, you see, he owes us a hefty bit of money. He listed this place as his home but he’s not here. Do you know where he is?” He came face to face with the girl as he scanned her body up and down. Quite the specimen indeed, he thought.

Y/N shook her head, “Why the hell would I know where that deadbeat is? He’s nothing but trouble and continues to steal my money.”

This made the man laugh, the others stiffening.

“Oh, yeah, sounds just like him.” He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, “Well, guess we’re gonna have to take you instead! Maybe we can lure him out with you.”

Before she could protest and scream for help, something was bashed against her head and she fell to the floor in a blackout.

Time flew by quickly.

The moment she woke up, she realized she was in a cell, her body wrapped in a tight rope and her legs barred together tightly.

Y/N began to cry, of course her father would get her in this situation. What a dickweed.

A light quickly flashed into the dark room, someone stepped in.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” The voice was monotone, “Captain wants to see you.” The sounds of keys jingling rattled her ears, swearing she had a concussion.

She was quickly yanked up and taken outside of the cell, “Do not attempt to flee, I will just shove you back in there with nothing to eat.”

Y/N gave in and let him take her upstairs. She was astonished by his beauty once they reached the light. No, no, do not think that way, she thought to herself. She was kidnapped.

She was taken to a room that was secluded from the rest, chandeliers lining the hallway as she walked, well, was forced down. Still, a beautiful place that astonished her.

Once she was shoved into the room and the door slammed behind her, only then could she look up from where she fell.

The other man stood up from his seat and helped her stand up, “I told you to be gentle, Jongho. Follow my orders next time or you know damn well what happens.”

“Yes, Hongjoong, sir, I’m sorry.” The voice spoke from behind the girl.

This guy was the boss?

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m the leader of ateez and you’re in our home. You can thank your father for that.” Hongjoong gently brought Y/N to a seat and sat her down, sending shivers down her spine.

“What do I have to do with my father? He’s not going to rescue me. He only cares about his money.” He didn’t like those words but quickly gathered his cool.

“No matter, fathers always come back if they want to escape our wrath.” Hongjoong cleared his throat before he stood up once more, “You’ll be staying with us until he makes an appearance or pays us back.”

She knew neither was going to happen. She’d be stuck here forever until the day she died.

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to fight them back, “Then you should just kill me.”

Hongjoong laughed in such a maniacal way that it scared Y/N, “I won’t be doing that either, you’re too pretty to kill. I like you.” He wasn’t sending any red flags but still, he scared Y/N.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Jongho, take her to the room I had prepared and have the maids clean her up and feed her.” With a wave of his hand, Y/N was back to being yanked around, “Be gentle, dammit!” His fist smacked against the desk and Jongho was frightened once more, being more careful than he had before.

When the two of them were out of sight, Jongho was harsh once again, “I don’t like you. I don’t see why Captain has such an interest in you, I would’ve just killed you if I was in his position.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, she was too scared, too afraid to die in all honesty. She could only wonder what would happen to her home, her job, everything she had. Would she just be reported as missing? What would happen? Would anyone even care?

“You’ll be staying in here.” She was shoved into a room once again but maids rushed to her this time, helping her to the bed, almost as if they were also afraid of Hongjoong.

She didn’t blame them.

Y/N didn’t even fight back, she let them undress her, too hollow of shell at the moment. They led her to a prepared bath, it was..big. Too big.

They helped her inside and began washing her body before she shouted, “I can do it myself, thank you.” The maids didn’t scamper off unfortunately.

“We’re so sorry, but Mr Kim wants us doing this. We have to.” They spoke with such a frightening tone, almost as if they were gonna get their heads chopped off on a stand.

They scrubbed her body with such ease and care, not wanting to hurt the girl. Too scared to do so. Then again, they haven’t had another girl in the house in so long. It was nice.

Once they were done, they had her step out, drying and dressing her in a gown. Something she normally would never wear, alas she has no choice unfortunately. If this is what the man wanted her to wear then so be it.

The several maids took their leave for a moment and Y/N took that as her chance to escape. She bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room, then into the hallway. Her heavy breaths carried her in a panic, but what she didn’t expect was to run in a hard chest.

Y/N screamed in defeat as they grabbed her tight. She recognized the hold as the person who captured her home.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” The voice snickered in such a mimicking tone, “Mm, captain is gonna love to hear about this.”

Y/N stared up into his eyes, yet another beautiful man and this one was definitely tall.

“You do look delicious.” However, he shrugged and dragged her back into the room, “I’m Mingi, though, next time you try to escape, I won’t be so lenient.” The door was slammed as Mingi left her in the cold and dark room once more.

Y/N could only cry as she came to the conclusion she was never leaving this place.