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Good Girl Ch 40: A Queen and A Jester

“You work for him?” I repeat back to him.

The stranger nods, “Sort of, I’m more like a consultant.”

“How so?”

He hums as he thinks of a vague enough answer to give me, “When they need certain things done that they don’t want to be associated with or if their men can’t do what we can. We go where the money is.”

I nod, “So killers for hire?”

He chuckles, “Basically.”

“Why can’t I run into normal people?” I ask the universe and myself.

“Is this a common problem you have?”

“Trouble is drawn to me.”

“Don’t worry pretty bird, I’m here to keep trouble at bay.”

I laugh, “Does that make you my guard dog?”

“I guess so.”

“Thanks again for walking me.”

He smiles down at me, “No problem, anything for you pretty bird. Do you want some coffee?” I open my mouth to decline but he pulls me into a random café and pulls me straight to the counter. He orders a black coffee for himself and a green tea for me. I don’t bother trying to object when he pulls me to an empty booth and sits down across from me.

“Such a gentleman,” I tease.

He chuckles, “You are the first to say so.”

“That makes me a little less nervous.”

“You aren’t nervous.”

I cock an eye brow at him, “How do you know?”

“Killers for hirer,” I continue to stare at him, waiting for an explanation. He rolls his eyes as if it’s obvious, “No one would ever say that to an actual hitman unless they were comfortable.”

“Maybe I’m just an idiot.”

He shakes his head, “You aren’t stupid.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You’re Jiyong’s girl, he doesn’t like stupid girls.”

“I’m not Jiyong’s girl.”

“That ring would beg to differ,” He takes my hand and holds it tightly, not hurting me but warming it. I stare at our hands, my other hand is on the table, the ring my daddies gave me is shining up at me. He notices and takes my other hand and twists the ring around my finger, “If you aren’t Jiyong’s, than who’s are you?”

I snatch my hands away, “I’m a free agent.”

He chuckles as he turns his hand over to revel my ring, his eyes scan the inside and he chuckles, “Xoxo.”

“Does that mean something to you?”

“It just answered my question. Now let me ask you another, which one do you belong to?”

I take the ring back and stare at the engraving, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He seems to sense the sadness washing over me, “Do you want to ask me a question?”

“You aren’t going to have to kill me if I do?” I half-heartedly tease.

“Have you heard that threat before?”

“I thought I was asking the questions.”

He chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

I sigh as my eyes scan him, “How do you know about me?”

“Rumors mostly but I’ve been doing a little looking in on you.”

“Really? Why?”

“I like to know who I work for. If the man I work for has a weakness, I like to know who or what it is.”

I nod, “And what are you going to do with this information?”

He shrugs, “I’m still trying to figure that out.”

Our drinks come and I thank both him and the waitress before sipping the warm drink. He drinks his coffee and we are left in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. He surprises me by pulling a card deck out of his jacket pocket. Casually he begins shuffling it until he thinks it’s had enough. I watch confused as he takes a majority of the cards and sets them to the side.

After spreading them out he looks to me expectantly, “If I asked you to pick a card, how hard would it be?”

I shrug, “Not very.”

“Even if I said you had to just pick one?”

Not understanding frown, “I can pick.”

“Really? Even now?” He does a little trick and flips all the cards over together. I’m confused to see thirteen kings, a joker, and a queen staring up at me. “You can only pick one. Even if you think you can pick more, I’m here to let you know, that isn’t realistic pretty bird.”

“What is the joker?” I wonder.

“I threw myself in there for fun.”

“Does that make me the queen?”

“Someone thinks highly of themself.”

I scoff at him, “Are you saying that I can’t have myself and them?”

“You can loose yourself a lot easier than you think.”

“And the kings? Does it matter which one I pick? There are no names, you won’t know who I’m picking.”

“But you will.”

I don’t respond to that, he doesn’t really expect me to. He packs up his cards and places them back in his jacket pocket, done with his lesson. We finish our drinks and head back out into the cold. My arms are wrapped around me in a sad attempt to keep the chilly wind at bay. He notices and without a word, pulls me close. We walk silently down the busy sidewalk for a few minutes. He has me tucked under his arm and into his jacket so he can share his warmth. I know I should be weary of how much he seems to know about me but at this point, I don’t really care what kind of stupid situation I could get myself into. Sure, he could be leading me to his headquarters where I could be held for ransom or killed but to my surprise, the farther he leads me threw the city the more familiar the streets become.

I begin to reconsider my decision of going there. What if I’m unwanted there too? My hand in my uniform pocket tightens around the small gold card that Jiyong gave to get into his apartment whenever I want. Maybe this is a bad decision.

“Why do you call me pretty bird?” I ask casually, both curious about the answer and not wanting to be left alone with my thoughts.

“Because from what I’ve heard, you don’t get out much, people only see you out on Tuesdays and when you go to school. But nothing more than that. So I figured you must be locked up in his penthouse the rest of the time, like a bird in a cage. But form what I’ve learned today, you may be spending your time elsewhere.”

I sigh, “That’s what Jiyong said to me when we first met. I’m a bird in a cage.”

“So are you?”

“Am I?”

“A bird in a cage?”

I pause for a minute, “Yes. I think I am.”

We don’t really talk after that. He hums some random song softly as we continue to walk, the sad song weirdly comforts me in my wallowing. Inside my heart is broken, but I feel numb. I keep telling myself that it’s all just a joke or a dream because I don’t want to think of the reality of it. They don’t want me. No one wants me. Not my parents, or my sisters, or my daddies. I want to call Jihyo so bad and ask her if we can still run away together. I know she would jump at the chance but I can’t do that to her future. She has so much ahead of her, I would just ruin in all since that is all I’m good at.

I think back to what Suho said on the phone, nothing but pity. I wonder if that’s what they all feel for me. If that’s why Jihyo would runaway with me, why my daddies even took me in, why Jiyong even looked at me. They pity me. Then I think about this stranger’s words. I can only pick one. I never thought I would be the girl who wouldn’t even want themselves without someone else. I want them. All of them but like he said, it’s not realistic. The realization makes my chest tight and my eyes burn with tears.

“Yoo who, pretty bird,” The stranger whistles at me playfully. I look up at him, brought out of my pitiful thoughts to feel tears stinging my eyes. His smile drops at the sight of my glossy eyes. “Are you okay? I’m sorry for the whole bird thing I didn’t think it would bug you that much.”

I quickly shake my head and wipe away my tears, “It’s not that.”

He frowns, “Then what is it?”

“Everything else in my life,” I sigh and look up to find that we are in front of Jiyong’s apartment building.

“Do you want me to walk you in?” He offers sweetly but I shake my head.

“You’ve already done so much for me and I don’t even know your name.”

“Lets leave an air of mystery to this friendship,” He teases earning a smile from me.

“What am I supposed to call you than?”

He shrugs, “Whatever you want.”

“Okay, see you later guard dog.”

“Oh come on, at least be more creative,” He teases as I slip inside the glass doors. I give him one final wave before turning around and shuffling past the front desk ladies, who are glaring daggers at me. I step into the elevator and use the gold card to get access to the hall that leads to Jiyong’s apartment. Riding up the gold elevator is kind of nerve racking. I should have called. I shouldn’t just show up at his place without him being home, that’s rude. I should leave. My finger hovers over the lobby button as the elevator dings and the doors open. I peer into the empty room before shrink back into the elevator where I almost jam my finger from stabbing the lobby button so many times. But it won’t close.

“What the hell?” I mumble to myself as I press every single button in that elevator but it still won’t move. “Why do I feel like he’s doing this?” Looking around the elevator I see a camera in the corner. I sigh, “He probably has something to do with it.” Taking this as an okay or just fate, I shuffle out of the elevator to the unlocked door to get inside. “At least someone wants me.”

As those words leave my mouth I’m tackled to the ground by other guard dogs who look happy to see me. I giggle and enjoy their sweet dog kisses and seemingly unending about of love. After they calm down I stand up and place my stuff on the couch. I convince myself to peek into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat just laying out on the counter. I’m not going to dig threw his stuff, though I honestly don’t think he’d mind, I don’t want to risk someone else getting mad at me. So I shuffle back into the living room and sit down for a second but I can’t seem to get comfortable in the massive cold room. I consider going to my room, I stop in front of my door but after glancing down the hall I feel like Jiyong’s room is calling to me.

With a deep breath I slowly make my way to his door and slip inside. His massive bed with thick red covers looks so warm and inviting. He wouldn’t mind, would he? He would be encouraging me, right? Right. That is all the motivation I need to jump into the bed and burry myself in the pillows. His familiar smell burns my nose, calling me deeper into the bed. It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep, this has been a very interestingly heart breaking day that I would like to forget every happened.

A warm hand on my face calls me from my dreamland, “Hello Beautiful.”


Do any of you lovelies have a guess on who are Jester is?


Squalo is the the protective kind of friend, well, if you earned his trust.


Harumi works at a hospital maintained by Vongola’s families. Since it’s a mafia friendly ground some groups try to take advantage of that from time to time so incidents occur frequently. Squalo tries his best to make sure Harumi stays safe but he also tends to forget that she’s capable of taking care of herself.

If there’s something unclear feel free to ask! I hope you guys like it ♪

Good Girl Ch 39: Where I Go, Trouble Follows

“Can I go later?” I politely ask the teacher when she tells me there is someone in the hallway that wants to speak with me. She presses her lips in a firm line and shakes her head. I sigh and ignore the questioning look Jihyo is giving me. My friends are watching me intently as I pack my bag, Joonie whips out his phone and begins typing furiously on it. I think nothing of it, it’s probably one of my daddies wanting to talk to me about this morning. To my surprise I am very wrong. Two officers in full uniform grab me right when I step out of the door, making sure to cover my mouth so I can’t scream.

I don’t know how they were able to drag me out of that school without running into anyone else but I know they didn’t make it out without at least a dozen burses from my mary janes. They toss me in the back of their cop car before climbing in front. I bang on the cage separating us, “You can’t just fucking abduct me like that! What the hell is going on?”

“Shut up!” The driver snaps at me then looks to his partner, “Did you find her phone?”

The other nods as he pulls my phone out of the side pocket of my backpack that her took from me. “Does it matter which one I message?”

“I don’t think so, Lee just said to tell them she’s going to Oppa’s early.”

“What the hell does Lee want?” I yell.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” One snaps again.

“I don’t fucking care.”

“Better keep quiet pretty girl or I’ll make you,” The other taunts through the review mirror. That makes me snap my mouth shut and sit back in my seat. I watch him open my phone and go threw my messages. He stops at the last guy I messaged and reads the name out, “Handsome oppa?” His thumb glides over the screen as he skims threw our messages. “He’s sweet talkin her mostly, the last one is a bit sassy,” The man chuckles. “You made Lay and Luhan upset, you need to watch your attitude.”

“Why are you messaging him? Afraid to have them come looking for me?” I tease.

The driver scoffs, “Why would we be afraid of a spoiled little girl like you? What are you going to do whine us to death? ”

My brows go up, “You don’t need to worry about me, you should worry about my oppas.”

“Got a scary big brother we should be worried about?” He mocks me.

“Twelve, well technically 13, but if you add my friends it goes to about twenty.”

They just chuckle like it’s an empty threat, it kind of is but at the same time I can almost guarantee that if I mentioned it to any of them, there would be hell to pay. We pull up to the station where I’m dragged out of the car and into the building where I’m started at like a wanted criminal. I’m led to a familiar office and find unhappy familiar people inside.

“Mom? Dad?” The door is slammed shut behind me leaving me with my parents and Detective Lee, who looks annoyingly amused by my dumbstruck expression. ‘What are you guys doing here?”

“The detective called us here because there is apparently some trouble at the place you’ve been staying and he’s worried you might be getting in over your head,” My mother answers with an almost realistic tone of worry, but I know better. To be honest, I’m only surprised that they actually remembered they have another girl.

“You couldn’t stay out of trouble could you?” My father sighs, obviously annoyed by the whole situation.

“I don’t know why you called them,” I glare at the detective.

“I wanted you to feel comfortable here so you wouldn’t be afraid to talk,” Just like my mother, Lee’s tone is filled with irritatingly fake concern.

“Talk about what? I have nothing to say to you.”

“How about something to us?” My mother huffs, “It’s been over two months since we last saw you. You didn’t come home for break during Christmas or any other holidays, you didn’t even call.”

“I pretty sure you have my number too. I believe it’s the parents job to call their child to wish them happy birthday.”

“Watch your attitude,” My father snaps.

“This is ridiculous,” I cross my arms over my chest, “Last time I checked I’m a legal adult who hasn’t been charged with any thing so I’ll be going home.”

“You aren’t welcomed at home anymore,” My mother sneers. “You are so ungrateful! We come all the way to the police station to support you in your time of need in a bad situation you got yourself in.  I should expect nothing less from you. If you leave, don’t you dare think about coming home.”

I roll my eyes at her, “I don’t even consider that place my home anymore, I didn’t really think of it as one in the first place. I’m going home to my oppas.”

“I knew this was a mistake,” My father sighs as he stands up and fixes his suit. “Lets go Honey, she says she wants nothing to do with us, that is fine by me. I didn’t want her in the first place. You were so adamant about having four, should’ve stopped at one or two.”

“I don’t want you crawling back home at the end of the year when that place kicks you out when you fail out. How you managed to get into that school is beyond me. Soon you’ll realize that those friends of yours don’t really care,” She sighs and gives me one bitter look before brushing past me with my father out of the office. To be honest, I don’t feel much of anything when they say things like that too me, I’m used to it by now.

“That wasn’t what I was expecting,” Lee whistles.

I glare at him, “Happy? Now that you reminded me why I never went home, am I free to go without anymore problems?”

He scoffs, “Where are you going to go?”

“Home to my oppas, I can call one of them,” I dig in my side pocket expectantly but when I pull out my phone I find it dead. How did they kill it?

“Here, let me, who would you like me to call? Suho?” Lee walks behind his desk and sits down as he puts his phone on speaker and begins dialing my more responsible daddy. The phone rings for a long time and I begin to loose hope but thankfully he answers.

“Detective Lee, I swear to god if you are calling about that irritating little girl again, I’m going to find you and destroy that phone,” Suho growls into the phone. Maybe he shouldn’t have answered. My heart drops at his words, he can’t still be that mad about this morning. And he knows that I’m here and he hasn’t come to get me, is this some kind of joke or punishment?

“Well good afternoon to you too Mr. Kim,” Lee chuckles, his eyes are locked on me and my reaction to the words coming out of the speaker.

“I’m a very busy man Detective, I don’t have time to deal with dumb girls who can’t take responsibility for their actions.”

“Be careful with what you say, you are on speaker and she can hear you,” Lee warns.

Suho scoffs, “She knows how we feel about her. There is only one reason she is still alive and we both know it. But her time is counting down rather quickly as of late with all the trouble she’s been causing. Nothing but chaos follows that girl. She is the cause of almost all fights in my home so fucking keep her. I want nothing to do with that girl. She can’t just call us whenever she needs something, that isn’t how this works. Have her call Jiyong, they are really close apparently.” Daddy what are you saying? Stop it!

“Are you sure? What happened to your sweet caring side last time you were here?” I can see the amusement in Lee’s eyes as he eggs on the insults, fucking bastard.

“That was nothing but pity. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much more important things to be doing. So call Jiyong, I’m sure he’d love to come pick the little slut up. I’m actually surprised she’s not with him. When she left earlier my first thought was that she was going to fuck him like the whore that she is. Much to my surprised the dumb bitch ends up in the police station blowing up my phone because she has no one that would care if she called. Fucking keep her. You are saving me the trouble of getting rid of her myself. Maybe now my house hold will have some peace and quiet.”

The line goes dead and I’m left staring dumbstruck at the phone on the desk. That didn’t just happen, this whole thing is some massive joke they’re playing on me, Baek and Chan are going to pop out laughing, Lay is going to be apologizing non stop that he let them play this joke on me. Xiumin, Kris, and Luhan are going to be beating up Suho for saying such things, even as a joke. But they don’t. Lee is just staring at me, he gulps at the sight of a few tears rolling down my cheek and I can say that he almost feel guilty. But that doesn’t last long when I stand up and storm towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going? They said they didn’t want you,” He reminds me. “Your parents don’t want you either so where do you plan on running away to?”

I think of Jihyo but if I call her crying I can guarantee she is going to find my daddies and start some massive fight. So I just throw open the door and snap at him over my shoulder, “That is none of your fucking business.” Without another word I run out of the station and blindly down the street, not caring who I run into. My mind is swirling into a dark place as I replay his last words in my head, fucking keep her. How could he say such things? Was the fight really that bad this morning and I just over looked it? No! Wait a fucking second, this isn’t my fault. I was dragged away and that is all he thinks about is that I left to fuck with Jiyong? Sure they sent a fake message but is that really all it took for him to toss me away? Do the others know? Would they even care?

I’m brought out of my thoughts when I basically run into a brick wall, well a man built basically like the brick wall. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I tell myself I should fight out of his embrace but my body just doesn’t want to, my alarms aren’t going off and it’s freezing out here in nothing but my school uniform and he’s warm, really warm. My face is in his chest, I take deep breaths to try and calm myself, his cologne, that smells like firewood, fills my nostrils. The ice smelling stranger does nothing but pulls me out of the way of the busy side walk and continues to hold me.

After who knows how long, I stop crying and attempt to step away from the stranger but he continues to hold me close. I look up at him, he’s tall, probably about the same height as Kai and Sehun. He’s staring down at me with soft eyes and a small smile. I have to admit that he’s an attractive man, but he has a frightening appearance as well, like him switching into gangster mode wouldn’t be that hard. I shake that thought out of my head, not every man I meet is a gangster.

“If I let you go, it’s going to be really cold,” He warns me.

I nod in understanding, “I know, thank you but I should really be going.”

“Where are you headed? I could be your escort, or better yet, your heater.”

I laugh, “Thank you but I don’t want to burden such a nice stranger like yourself.” I place my hands that are wedged in between us on his chest and gently push away but his arms around my waist are much stronger than mine.

“At least let me give you my jacket or something. I can’t let a pretty girl like you run around this town in just a school uniform,” He gives me another smile and places one of his hands on top of mine on his chest. His smile falters when his hand finds my dragon ring. With one arm still tightly wrapped around me he takes my hand and stares at hit dumbstruck. “Jooyoung?”

I gulp, “Yes?”

“This has to be some kind of joke,” He chuckles.

“You know me?”

“Everyone knows you pretty bird.”

“Pretty bird?”

He nods, “The pretty little thing that has Kwon Jiyong wrapped around her little finger.”


Squalo’s and Harumi’s oddish friendship [Part 2]

[Part 1]

Mafia school AU: adulthood time

Squalo is interested in his former school mate Kurogane who’s also Harumi’s best friend. As a truly good soul and supportive friend Harumi sets them up if she gets the chance so Squalo tries to return her a favour as often as possible.

It slowly gets out of hand.


Guess who did some shading as is now dead? Though seriously if I learned one thing in Elementary and Middle school was how to shade decently.

I was listening to Melanie Martinez’s “Tag, You’re it“ and couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry
I just realized that I often forget hands when no arms are to be drawn, and that the closet Sitch is in, is just as tall as he is (look at the door, holy shit)
Sitch by @ask-castle-bleck / @flipsidesworst
Acollous by @bugaboo-darling
Art by me


Squalo’s and Harumi’s oddish friendship [Part 3]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Mafia school AU: adulthood time

Squalo is interested in his former school mate Kurogane who’s also Harumi’s best friend. As a truly good soul and supportive friend Harumi sets them up if she gets the chance so Squalo tries to return her a favour as often as possible.

Yeah, it escalated. Since Harumi is a kindhearted and loving person she got along with Nono very well, even though it was a very awkward start at the beginning. In the end everything went out good and Kurogane managed to get a date with Xanxus for Harumi:
“He will probably ignore you and you can watch him eat steak for 2 hours but have fun.“ [ @gator-ally]

The end.

Nightmare ~ Kim Jongdae [4]

Tagging : @kaori-yuki-chan,@aceangel-official,@darkperfectionuniverse,@colon-d


This chapter is full of plot twists and a load of things, which you should probably be aware of before you read. 

M A S T E R  P O S T

Baekhyun cut him off by shushing him, before the boy took deep breaths and began to furious wipe off his tears, the tear tracks so vivid on his face as he hid his face in his white sweater for a few seconds but the Baekhyun who emerged from the sweater was not the soft, giggling boy from a few minutes ago but the boy he became when they investigated a victim, harsh and ruthless with a fire in his eyes.

Jongdae had always wondered during investigation sessions what it would feel like to be in the place of the people who were being questioned, and it seemed today was his chance for the experience.

“Kim Jongdae, I think it is time you tell me the truth about how you have a letter from my sister, the real truth”

“Baekhyun-ah, your sister is .. the Queen of Nightmares”

“Jongdae, I told you not to spout nonsense, I swear to god I will tear you apart limb by limb if anything happens to my family”

His family, his sister. The one he had no idea about, and Jongdae realised that he was the only one who had seen her face in their group, the snipers such as Chanyeol and Baekhyun would not have been able to view her face from the top due to the angle at which they were placed, prime for shooting, not so much for face-tracking.

None in their group had seen her before either since there was no documents in any agencies with pictures or even a rough description of her, and so Baekhyun was clueless as to what his sister was doing behind the scenes.

“Baekhyun, why would she leave me that note then?”

“When did you get it? It was for me wasn’t it, I was not supposed to tell something to someone, not you you absolute fool”


“Were you going to give it to Minseok, give it to your old lover, hope he loves you again?”

The words which dropped from his pink lips felt like Jongdae had been pushed down water and the air in his lungs seemed to turn to glass as breathing became hard, a vague memory of Minseok holding him in his arms, first thing in the morning with that genuine, loving smile, pushing him deeper into the ocean of his feelings, and Jongdae gasped for breath, for a break from his memories.

A break from his broken heart, which yearned for only one thing, love.

“N-no Byun Baekhyun, I don’t buy love. If you are so sure about your sister not being who she claims not to be, then why don’t you go ask her?”

“She is my sister!”

“And I am not lying”

“Fine, I will confront her, and you are going to be there and I swear to god Kim Jongdae if you accused her wrongly, your body will be dried outside bleeding tomorrow morning”

The pain in Jongdae’s heart only grew but he breathed and nodded, getting off the bed, as Baekhyun jumped off, his actions no longer childish and comfortable like they had always been with him, rather colder and reeking of hate as he threw him a glare, his eyes trained on Jongdae as he pocketed a gun and a knife, a way to tell Jongdae what future awaited him if his claim was false.

Jongdae pushed his hair back as Baekhyun clutched his wrists tightly, and pulled him into the car and he didn’t resist to seat himself, as he was too overcome with his thoughts, the fact that the boy who had come to be his little brother over the years after Tao now found in him an enemy, a betrayer and his heart pained, pained to see another one he loved hate him, move away from him, forget him.

The bright and bustling city outside the car seemed like a distant world as Baekhyun drove the car deeper into the smaller, more innocent part of the city and Jongdae found himself wondering if he could ever achieve the normal life of a hard-working and innocent lifestyle, leave the money and crime for a life of peace.

The district was full of coffee shops Jongdae could never visit without a strain on his heart, full of not huge shops full of designer clothes, but little ones full of trinkets and items which could make a house into a home.

But Baekhyun drove past these wondrous things and stopped the car in front of a pretty flower shop, where flowers grew brightly in each corner of the shop, as Jongdae could easily see through the windows in the front of the shop as Baekhyun opened his door, a strained expression on his face, as Jongdae realised this was his sister’s shop, the sister Baekhyun yearned for, the sister Jongdae and the rest of the world knew as the Queen of Nightmares, or so he thought.

They both got off the car, as Baekhyun walked towards the light pink door of the shop, on which was hung a pot of beautiful carnations and a gorgeously calligraphed “OPEN” sign, and opened it, his face seemingly giving out the fact that he was troubled.

Jongdae followed him in, and while Baekhyun started for the counter, Jongdae looked around, in awe of all the soft and beautiful flowers, but the most exquisite one was the one sitting by the counter, who Baekhyun was approaching.

For a moment, Jongdae thought he had been wrong, that this girl had not been who had cried by Baekhyun’s bed that night, since she looked so .. pure. Her black hair were up in a messy, bun with strands falling down, framing her gorgeous face, with those plump pink lips and long eye-lashes, her small nimble hands working on what seemed to be a flower arrangement.

But god forbid the moment those chocolate brown eyes met his beside Baekhyun, standing by the counter, whose tears had begun welling up as he smiled at his sister, and Jongdae knew she was the same girl as before, with that calculating look as she realised what had happened.

But his thoughts were cut through by as Baekhyun held up the paper, and Jongdae’s heart stilled as the girl, the Queen of Nightmares, let her eyes scan the paper and he expected her to cry, to apologize to her brother, but instead she laughed and reached over the counter to pull his cheek.

“Pabo-yah, we weren’t supposed to tell you because you are a bit young for your noona to tell you these things”

“What, noona, what was it?”

“Baekhyunie, can you read the message out for me?”

“Noona, I- alright. ‘Don’t tell him’”

Jongdae turned away from her to look at the paper which Baekhyun was holding, knowing there had been a threat lying right after those three words, and his eyes widened when he noticed there was no such thing, the words had simply disappeared, other than “Don’t tell him”.

“We both are .. dating, Baekhyun”

The glare she sent him as Baekhyun stumbled back was enough to stifle his surprise as she clearly promised a painful death if he didn’t play along.

“I am so sorry Baekhyunie, your noona had to lie to you because I didn’t know he was your friend, and I didn’t want to hurt you”

“Oh, Jongdae, why didn’t you tell me?”

It was obvious that Baekhyun believed her, the way his chest lost all of its tension, the way his eyes dried out and he made his way to headlock Jongdae, like he always had, back to the childish, playful Baekhyun he usually was.

“Doesn’t noona get a hug from her little dongsaengie?”

“Nooona, don’t call me that”, Baekhyun whined as he pulled her into a hug, but it was obvious that he found pleasure in being called so, that it made him so damn happy to be with his older sister that it didn’t even matter if she called him anything.

Once two pulled away from the hug, the genuine adoration for Baekhyun in the girl’s eyes shone, as she let her finger spread over his cheek and mush his face together before grinning at him, a dazzling thing really, as Jongdae realised why Baekhyun wanted to be here all the time.

“Baekhyunie, could you go help Yoongi at the back with the new flower pots?”

“Alright, noona”

Baekhyun said, a smile on his face, so genuine and so precious that for a second Jongdae lost his attention to his surroundings and observed the boy’s retreating back into behind a few doors, however the loss of attention had him pinned up against the wall in no time.

She stood there in front of him, her body flush against his, as she held a knife at his throat, near to where both he and her knew would end his life in a few seconds.

“I swear to god, if I lose my brother Kim Jongdae, I will break your bones on the inside and then cut you open alive”

His breath hitched at the pure malice in her voice, at the stark difference between the girl who had him on the edge of a knife and the girl who pulled her brother’s cheeks like they were children.


A voice came from behind, Baekhyun, still far away but nearing them as she dropped the knife, let it clang as it fell behind the flower pots and then pulled him by the collar of his shirt down for a kiss, colliding his lips with hers as Baekhyun entered the room, nudging his hands to wrap around her waist, which he ended up obliging to.

“Noon- oh my god”

She pulled away so expertly, so realistically acting like she hadn’t known that he was coming, that instead of having a knife between them seconds ago, they had been kissing each other to all oblivion.

But god, she had kissed him away into oblivion, it had felt painfully like Minseok, felt like the times when he had pushed him up against a wall and kissed his away, kissed both their worries away and thus for a second as she pulled him in, he kissed back but she moved away quickly right after and he was left to look embarrassed as he should have looked like according to her plan anyways.

“Sorry Baekhyunie, we got a bit carried away”

And just as Baekhyun was going to re-emphasize that the kissing around him was supposed to be minimal or not exist, the bell by the door rung, indicating somebody had entered into the shop.

“Noona, I got the-”

Jongdae turned to see who had entered, who was calling the girl noona other than Baekhyun, maybe meet another sibling of Baekhyun who he had hid away from him, and stumbled back.

It was a boy, clearly in his twenties but seemingly much younger than him, wearing a black tshirt covered over with a denim jacket, over some ripped black jeans, his hair blonde and falling into his eyes which focused on his in a few seconds.

The girl’s voice rang out behind him and Jongdae crumbled on the inside, his whole heart feeling like it had ripped apart as both him and Baekhyun stared at the boy.

“Zitao! Did you get me the carnations?”

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Squalo’s and Harumi’s oddish friendship [Part 1]

[Part 2]

Mafia school AU: adulthood time

Squalo is interested in his former school mate Kurogane who’s also Harumi’s best friend. As a truly good soul and supportive friend Harumi sets them up if she gets the chance so Squalo tries to return her a favour as often as possible.

Everything is meant to be ridiculous and fun. I hope you enjoy it as much as @gator-ally and i do!