“You let them escape!” The one in charge of the federal agents yelled at me, storming into the room.
“I let them escape? I did my part of the job, it was your job to keep the other eight occupied while I detained their leader, agent,” I spat out, turning around to face her, “If anyone let them escape it was you.”
“You insolent little bitch. You think you can talk to me like that? Just wait until-”
“That’s enough!” The sergeant yelled out, cutting her off, “I didn’t ask for your help just so you could berate one of my detectives, agent.”
“You gave up all jurisdiction the moment you called us, I have the right to call out a detective that let our person of interest go.”
“Not when the blame was yours to begin with.” The sergeant spoke, his tone low.
She scoffed, turning to walk out the door before she turned back one last time, “You must be glad your baby daddy is still a free man, let’s hope your son doesn’t turn out like him. You know the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”
With that she walked out, the rest of her team followed her out. I ground my teeth together, my hands forming into fists to keep myself from marching after her and introducing her to my fists. The other detectives shifted in their place, knowing that the subject of my son and his father was a delicate one.
“Why did you call them? We could’ve handled this ourselves.”
“She has a point, Y/N.”
“What?” I asked, dumbfounded that he would agree with her.
“You have a past with them Y/N…there can still be some lingering feelings there.” He said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“With all due respect sir, that’s complete bullshit and you know it. I had a gun aimed at me while I only had a measly knife. I wasn’t about to stupidly risk my life in a fight I knew I was going to lose.” I explained, beyond the point of just simple anger, I was livid.
The sergeant and other detectives simply stayed quiet, knowing that the accusation was biased and flat out outrageous. I stood up, grabbing my jacket, “If you doubted me why did you let me take the lead on this case? I was put in that position because of your orders. I let myself be kidnapped and basically risked my life so you could belittle my efforts?”
I walked closer to him, taking my gun out of the holster and putting it on the table in front of him along with my badge, “If you’re just going to doubt me every step of the way then I’d rather stay out of it entirely. Now if you’ll excuse me I have paid vacation days I have saved up and I’m planning on using them…immediately.”
With that I walked out of the room, stopping by my office to pick up my son who was just dropped off by another officer who had been looking after him in a safe house. As soon as I opened the door and Jihyun saw me he jumped out of his seat and came running towards me. Seeing my son’s face made all the anger in me dissipate, a smile on my face as I knelt down in front of him and hugged him tightly. I may have hugged him too tight, Jihyun squirming in my grasp after awhile.
“I did exactly what you told me, mommy. I was a good boy for the nice officer.” He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.
It was time like this where I saw traces of Chanyeol in him, at least the one I used to know. Jihyun inherited his father’s smile, his eyes, his ears, basically everything. Jihyun was Chanyeol’s clone, making this whole process a little harder for me to do. I knew at some point I’d have to tell Jihyun who his father was, the story I’d tell him would be of the Chanyeol I knew five years ago, the Chanyeol I fell in love with, not the criminal he is now.
I smiled, “I knew you were, now say goodbye to the nice police officer so we can go home and have a movie night. What do you think, we can even stop by and get you some ice cream, how does that sound, buddy?”
He nodded enthusiastically, waving to the officer that had taken care of him before grabbing onto my hand and basically dragged me out of the station. I laughed at the energy he still seemed to have even though it was almost ten p.m. Normally I would enforce his bed time if he was still up at this time but I kind of wanted to make up for everything that happened over the past two days. I had sent him to that safe house yesterday, the day before this whole fiasco started and I had left him with the promise of making his favorite food before Chanyeol had his men grab me. It seems like it was so long ago but in reality it was only five hours ago, the whole thing going down quicker than I had imagined.
“You sure you can carry all that, Hyun?” I asked him, seeing him grab the giant tub of ice cream and the various candies I bought.
He nodded, taking careful step towards the front door, stopping as he noticed a shadow in the corner of our porch. I didn’t take notice until I got closer, immediately dropping my bags and running up to Jihyun. I grabbed his arm, moving him to stand behind me as I shielded him from whoever was hiding in the shadows. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was, the events from earlier playing out in my mind, his face the first I thought of. And low and behold it was him, Chanyeol stepping out of the shadows, a smirk on his face.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up in front of me.”
He simply chuckled at that, taking a step of the porch. I put a hand out in front of me, stopping him from coming any closer, “Take one more step and I won’t hesitate to kill you where you stand.”
“I don’t think you will actually…at least not with little Jihyun watching.” Chanyeol said with a cocky grin.
He took a step forward, his eyes on Jihyun the whole time. I took one step back, a hand on Jihyun to make sure he was following. At seeing me take a step back Chanyeol frowned, his eyes now moving up to look at me. For a moment there I thought I saw a flash of hurt cross his eyes before he quickly masked it. He put on that same smirk, taking another step towards us, subsequently making me take one back.
“He’s my son too, Y/N. Don’t you think I have the right to at least meet him.”
“No. He is my son. You have absolutely no right to even lay your eyes on him. As far as he knows he has no father.” I said, trying to keep my voice low enough so Jihyun wouldn’t hear me but at the same time be loud enough for Chanyeol to catch every word I said.
“You really think I’m about to let you into his life, after knowing what you do? Not a chance. I don’t want my son to know all the disgusting things his so called father has done.” I said through gritted teeth, “As far as I’m concerned you’re more of a sperm donor than anything else.”
“I am his father. Whether you like it or not and I have every right-”
“No, you don’t!” I yelled, cutting him off.
I heard a small whimper coming from behind me, now realizing that Jihyun was crying this whole time. Forgetting about Chanyeol I immediately knelt down in front of Jihyun, wiping his tears away.
“W-why are you fighting? I d-don’t like it w-when you yell, mommy.” Jihyun said through his sobs, making my heart wrench at the tears falling down his face.
“No–no Hyun we’re not fighting, right?” I turned back to Chanyeol, my eyes sharp as I urged him to say the right thing.
“Huh…oh! Yeah, yeah we weren’t fighting, your mother just got a little too excited is all. No need to cry little man.” Chanyeol said softly, a small smile on his face.
With that I turned back to Jihyun, relieved to see that he stopped crying. Pulling the sleeve of my sweater over my hand I wiped at the tear streaks on his cheeks. Making sure to keep him as far away from Chanyeol as possible I walked him to the front door, letting him inside and assuring him that I’d be there soon before closing the door.
With irritation filling up my body I turned back to Chanyeol, marching up to him and grabbing him by the collar, dragging him away from the door. My grip on his collar didn’t loosen as I pushed him up against my car, “You show up again, in front of my house, in front of my child I will not think twice about arresting you. If you manage to weasel your way out of it again you better fucking pray that I don’t see you anywhere around me or my son because that’ll be the last time you see the light of day.”
I pushed him away roughly, hearing his back hit the metal of my car just as roughly, “This is my last warning Chanyeol. Don’t ever come back here again.”
With that I turned my back on him, ready to just spend the rest of the night with my son. I didn’t get very far, Chanyeol grabbing onto my forearm to stop me. I turned around to face him again, yanking my arm out of his grasp only to have him grab my wrist instead.
“Why are you being so selfish? I’m doing all of this to give you and Jihyun a better life.”
“Five years ago I found out you were pregnant, the pregnancy test not as well hidden as you thought. That’s when I decide to leave and come back once I could provide the both of you with the lives you deserved, wanting money to never be a problem.” He explained, his other hand now grabbing onto my other arm.
I stared up at him in shock, my brain not knowing how to respond to this. He knew…this whole time, he knew and not once did he think about coming back until now. He must’ve known how much I suffered all these years without him, how much I had to sacrifice to make sure my child had everything he needed yet he just…didn’t care. He stayed away and went on to become the criminal he is today. With my jaw clenched I brought my hands up and pushed him away from me, taking a step back as well. I felt the tears well up in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
“This whole time…you knew and instead of trying to find us and try to make yourself apart of your lives you were out there…hurting and killing people? Chanyeol are you even hearing yourself?” I paused, wiping away a stray tear, “This is the last time I repeat myself to you…don’t ever come near me or my child again do you understand me?”
I didn’t wait for him to say anything else as I turned my back on him, closing the door behind me once I was inside my home. With a heavy sigh I leaned my back against the door, regaining my composure before heading towards Jihyun.
[Dae sent these after y/n threw the phone so she didn’t see them]
“W-What are you doing here?” I asked, cursing at myself internally for stuttering.
Junmyeon said nothing as he let himself in, stopping in his track once he noticed the suitcase laying on my bed, “You’re not seriously thinking of leaving are you?”
I said nothing as I walked over to close my bedroom door, “Answer my question first.”
“You honestly think running away is going to solve anything?” He asked, dumbfounded that I even had the thought of leaving.
Seeing as I wasn’t going to answer he got frustrated, a scoff of disbelief leaving his lips. He raked his fingers through his hair, “I honestly can’t believe you right now.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, repeating my question from before.
Junmyeon simply laughed but his laugh contained no humor, “Have you always been like this or was I so fucking in love with you that I couldn’t see it.”
This rendered me speechless. It was the first time I had heard him say it out loud, in person and I didn’t know how to react so I didn’t. I kept my face as blank as I could but I knew my eyes gave away how shocked I was to hear those words coming from his mouth. If it was anybody else they wouldn’t have noticed but this was Junmyeon, he knew me better than anyone else and just like he said before he knew me better than I knew myself at times.
“You know over this past week I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’d be okay with pretending none of this ever happened but now…” He paused, taking a step closer to me.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, my heart hammering violently in my chest at his words. Seeing his intent I side stepped him, putting distance between the two of us, my back facing him.
“Tell me you don’t feel anything for me, tell me that I’m only a friend, tell me you don’t feel the same…and I promise you I won’t ever bring this up.” He said, making me turn around to look him in the eyes.
I stayed quiet, my words refusing to come out. He didn’t seem to take my silence well, his face falling, his eyes glossy over as he came up with his own answer. He nodded, moving to turn away and walk out the door. Seeing him do so sent me into a panic, the thought of going longer without seeing not sitting too well with me. He stopped mid step, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
“Then does that mean…?”
“Fuck I don’t know Myeon…all this is just, it’s too much.” I said, my voice suddenly full of emotions.
“I don’t know what I feel but I do know I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you…after everything…you–you can’t leave me too.” I continued, feeling a stray tear trailing down my cheek.
Junmyeon smiled softly, facing me fully and cupping my face in his hands. He wiped away the tear, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my cheek, lingering for a few seconds before bringing me in for a hug, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. That’s more than I needed to hear, it’s alright. I’m right here.”
✴Chanyeol tries to make you jealous as a joke but it backfires (PT 13) ✴
[a/n: Damn this was hard to write….I usually don’t write stuff with this kind of ending but I got two requests for this…well here it is I’m sorry I took so long]
Pairing : Zhang Yixing/ Reader
Genre: ANGST, character death…sorry….
Words : 1.3k
“I’m sorry, Y/N…”
“It’s hard to know exactly but I’d say a month…maybe less.”
You laughed loudly at what Yixing said, reminded of why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was the reason you were able to smile as brightly as you did. He was the reason for your laugh, for your happiness. He was the reason for it all and it broke your heart to know that you’d have to leave him all alone. If miracles truly did exist you was praying for one, at least to let you be by his side a little longer. You know the chances of that even happening were slim, but you had to have hope.
“Babe are you listening?”
You were snapped out of your thoughts as Yixing, nudged you with his shoulder. You shook your head, ridding yourself of any lingering thoughts, forcing a smile back on your lips as you turned to look at him. He furrowed his brows in worry, immediately seeing right through you.
“Is something wrong?”
You shook your head, hoping he’d drop the subject but you knew him all too well. If Yixing was worried about something he wouldn’t let it go until he found a solution, especially if the person or thing he’s worried about involves you. Yixing stopped in his steps, moving to stand directly in front of you, His hands grabbing both of yours.
You sighed, keeping the smile on your face, “I’m fine, really, just a little tired is all,”
You said letting go of his hands and cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs reassuringly.
He said nothing for awhile, making you think he was going to pursue the topic longer but much to your relief he believed you. Sighing heavily he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tightly, raking his hands through your hair, “Let’s go home then.”
He released your from his grasp, grabbing onto your hand and leading you back to the car. You frowned as you looked at him, feeling terrible about keeping the truth from him.
“Do you want to shower first…?” You asked Yixing as soon as you arrived to your home.
Yixing immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. You automatically moved your head to the side, giving him more room as he started leaving kisses on your neck. You hummed in content, turning around to face him.
“Not so fast.” You said with a slight smirk, pushing him away before running towards the bathroom.
You heard him run after you, locking the door behind you quickly. His laugh was heard loud and clear through the door as he tried to open it but failed as soon as he realized it was locked.
“Babe…come on let me in.” His voice called out, a smile undoubtedly playing on his lips.
You laughed, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it, “Nope. you’re gonna have to wait.”
He chuckled saying something you didn’t quite catch as you had already turned on the shower. You stripped out of your clothes, frowning as you started noticing the changes to your body already. The doctor said the change wouldn’t happen overnight, the disease taking its time to show itself. That was the reason why you didn’t even know you were sick. Now you could definitely see the weight you’ve lost due to this damned illness, hoping Yixing wasn’t able to notice. Sighing you wiped away a tear that managed to escape and hoped into the shower.
You took a relatively quick shower, stepping out once you were done and walking into your shared bedroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body. You hummed along to a song that randomly popped into your head, slipping on some comfortable clothes. You haphazardly ran a towel through your hair, not caring if it was still somewhat damp and wet your sweater. You turned around to head back to where Yixing was waiting in the living room but jumped as soon as you saw that he was standing directly behind you. You cursed, dropping the towel and placing your hand over your heart.
“Oh my god don’t do that.” You said with a laugh, unaware of the serious look on his face as you moved to walk around him.
You headed for the door, stopping in your tracks at the sound of his voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice full of emotion.
You turned back around to face him, shocked to see the tears streaming down his face. You didn’t know what to say, not knowing what he was talking about, that is until you noticed your phone in his hands. All the color drained from your face, suddenly remembering that you’re doctor had promised to call you later in the day. You took a step towards him, unable to go to him completely as your mind went blank.
“Yixing…I-I can explain.”
“You’re sick? And you didn’t tell me?” He questioned, his voice breaking meanwhile your heart broke at the hurt in his voice.
“It’s not that bad Yixing…really.” You said as nonchalantly as possible, trying to downplay the whole situation and make him believe that you were fine.
“Don’t lie to me, please for once don’t try and lie your way out of this.” Yising spoke out, his voice more stern than before.
“You’re dying, Y/N! And you’re still lying to me?!” He yelled, raising his voice for the first time since we’ve been together.
“When were you going to tell me? Were you going to wait until you were dead? Was I just supposed to wait for a call to tell me the love of my life-” He continues, choking up on his words as the thought of you being gone forever being too much for him.
“Why didn’t you tell me??”
You could tell he was trying to keep himself from breaking down, the news probably knocking the wind out of him. He was holding onto the dresser, trying to keep himself upright. You took a tentative step towards him, watching as he fell to his knees as you got closer to him, his cries breaking your heart into a million little pieces. You knelt down in front of him, bringing him into a hug, Yixing clinging on to you tightly. You felt like someone was punching your stomach every time you heard his sobs, his body shaking in your arms.
“D-Don’t leave me please…” He cried out, bringing you closer to him…as if that were even possible.
You looked up, trying to keep your own tears from falling but failed miserably as the first few cascaded down your face. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down at least even a little bit but you knew you weren’t going to be able to do that.
“You’re going to have to let me go, Xing.” You told him, keeping your voice low.
He shook his head vigorously, “I was supposed to marry you.”
At hear that you choked on a sob, this being news to you. You had no idea he even had thoughts of marrying you until this very moment. And in this moment you cursed at any higher being or the universe for that matter for being so cruel. You said nothing, holding Yixing was all you could do. No words could make this situation better, no words could make you live longer. You had made your peace with your current situation but forgot all about Yixing and how he would feel once he found out. Yixing in this other despair hurt you more than finding out your life was coming to an end. The only thing you could do was hold Yixing and you were going to continue to hold onto him until you took your last breath.