Of Mafias and Men (4)

Here are parts 1, 2, and 3!

Warning: Crass language in the later part of the chapter.

Note: Finally! I can post this because my exams are over! *insert Winwin’s whoop whoop here*

I would also like to thank Sikah for staying up late to read this and give me her thoughts before I post this even though she was sleepy (lol and awww~) and you, for reading and being patient with my updates~ 

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N / Taeyong

Originally posted by curlyjaehyun

“Why are you late in coming home tonight, Y/N?”

Y/N swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Sometimes, Taeyong was way too protective of her. But that was what she liked about him. She wouldn’t have him any other way.

Forcing a smile, Y/N opened her mouth to reply at the same time hoping her voice wouldn’t shake. “You know how it is, Tae. Late night shifts.” Then, she went to Taeyong and hugged him. “I missed you. So much.”

It took a few moments before Taeyong released the tension inside him. He sighed before wrapping his arms around her as well. He could never stay mad at her for long no matter how hard he tried.

“I miss you, too.”

Y/N broke the hug and asked, “So, how was the trip? Closed any deals?”

Taeyong frowned before answering her. “Before we talk about any of that, I wanted us to eat…”

“Oh! Shall I cook for you—“


Y/N’s smile fell and her mouth hang open. She realized Taeyong wanted to take her out for dinner the moment he arrived but she went home later than expected. At the back of her mind, Y/N wanted to kick Jaehyun’s ass for the delay. But wasn’t it also her fault if she found his company enjoyable she didn’t notice the time passing?

Y/N sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry, Tae. I didn’t know. Next time, I’ll come home early so we can go out. Okay?”

“I guess.” Taeyong shrugged. Then he turned on his back and marched towards the kitchen. “I’ll settle for some sandwiches.”

That made Y/N chuckle. With a mock salute, she said, “Yes, sir!”

After fixing Taeyong sandwiches of various fillings ranging from chocolate spread to ham to cheese, Y/N settled on a seat in front of him. “So, how are you?”

“Good. You? Sorry, I couldn’t walk you home while I was away—Hey!”

She messed up with his hair that he probably spent hours styling. But it was so like Taeyong to worry about others even when he was away.

“It’s really fine, Tae,” Y/N said, smiling. “It wasn’t too bad or sad since—“ Then she stopped herself as she almost mentioned Jaehyun. And she knew that Taeyong doesn’t like people he personally doesn’t know getting to close with her.

Taeyong sent her a pointed look. “What?”

“Nothing.” Y/N shook her head, hoping Taeyong wouldn’t notice her slip-up.

Fortunately, Taeyong did not press the issue. That was one of the things she liked about him. He waits until she was the one who shares whatever it was herself.

“Anyway, there would be a party hosted by one of our partners by the end of the month.”

This was met with eyebrow-raising from Y/N. Taeyong rolled his eyes.

“So, I want you to go with me. Seriously, Y/N, do I have to spell out everything for you?”

Y/N laughed as she noticed Taeyong’s ears turn red. Even though he was the son of one of the most famous and powerful mafia boss in the country, he could be such a shy dork sometimes. “I’m just messing with you, Tae.” She laughed some more as Taeyong deadpanned at her.

“Of course. And it’s not like I have any other choice, anyway,” Y/N added, sticking out her tongue.

Taeyong played along, glaring at her although a smile was already on his lips. “Tsk.”

But his expression turned serious all of a sudden. “Is there anything else you want to tell me, Y/N?”

The way Taeyong stared at her was like he was peering into her soul, tugging at her secrets. When the intensity was too much to handle, Y/N looked away. “Um. Nothing.”

He sighed “Okay. Thank you for the sandwiches. I guess we’re back to the usual tomorrow, then.” Then he stood up and took his dirty plate. Y/N stood up to offer to wash it when he beat her to it. She stood behind him, watching his back. It felt good that he was finally back.

“Good night, Y/N,” Taeyong said when he was done. He hugged her this time but she felt something was a little off.

Y/N looked at Taeyong after the hug and wondered if she said anything wrong. His question had an undertone. But what?

“Okay. Good night, Tae. Sweet dreams.”

Y/N’s morning was greeted again with a cup of coffee. This time, it had a note stuck to it. It said, “Good morning. :)”

Just who on earth was sending her these cups of coffee? By the end of the day, Y/N had her answer. She tapped Jaehyun on the shoulder.

“Hm?” He looked up from his notebook.

“Are you the one behind this?” she held up the coffee cup. Its contents long drained.

Jaehyun smirked at her. “I’m sure you’d love to think of that.”

“What? Pfft. No!”

“Never thought of it? Even once?” Jaehyun wiggled his eyebrows up and down as he rested his head on his palm.

“Never. Anyway.” Y/N tried to change the subject when Jaehyun cut her off.

“Can I walk you to the coffee shop?”

“I guess?” Y/N shrugged. “But you can’t walk me home.”

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in question. “Why not?”

“Because someone’s coming to get me.”

“Wait.” Jaehyun had his palm in the air. “I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

Y/N nodded. “I don’t. My better half’s coming to walk me home.”

“And who is that—“

“If you wanted to talk for the entire session, may I suggest you two, Mr. Jaehyun, Ms. Y/N, to please continue your discussion here in front,” the old Literature professor called them out. He had his hands on his sides, a very annoyed expression on his face.

“You two had been disturbing the class with your chatter since yesterday. We are all very interested to hear what it is all about,” he added sarcastically.

By this time, Y/N was blushing so hard as the entire class grew quiet. All of their classmates were staring at them with blank eyes. She wished the professor would stop but he was on the roll.

“Ms. Y/N, you’re a good student. You shouldn’t be getting distracted.” He did not vocalize the rest of his sentence.

Jaehyun began to stand up from his seat but Y/N held him down. “Keep your temper,” she whispered to him.

Y/N faced forward, swallowed her fear, and straightened up in her seat. “Thank you, sir. But Jaehyun’s not a bad influence, if that is what you’re hinting at. We apologize for interrupting the discussion. It won’t happen again.”

The old professor’s nose flared but returned to his discussion. It continued without a hitch until the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Still, Y/N felt bad like she messed up with the subject. The professor will surely give her a hard time now.

“Why did you do that?” Jaehyun’s voice was deep and serious.

“Why shouldn’t I?” They were both out of the classroom and into the corridor

Jaehyun looked upset and she didn’t understand why. Then he sighed. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

Like a reflex, Y/N took a step back.

“Why are you moving away?”

She had her arms across her chest. “Because every time you say ‘thank you’, you always steal a kiss.”

He laughed that deep, boy-ish laugh of his. “I do?”


“Well.” Jaehyun stepped closer to her and she had to lean away. His breath fanned her face. She looked away as she anticipated what he would do next. “Let me carry your bag. I wasn’t able to yesterday.”

Then he stepped back, amused at her reaction. A blush slowly crept on her cheeks.

Y/N sighed in relief. But she held on tighter to her backpack. “Nuh uh. I can handle it.” She willed her blush to go away.

“Aish.” Jaehyun took her bag anyway. “It’s always the guy who carries the bag.”

“What?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “Where’d you even get that idea?”

Jaehyun wanted to reply but decided against it. It was just going to be a waste of time and energy. 

They were silent until he broke the silence again.

“Who’s your ideal guy, Y/N?” Jaehyun asked as they were walking on the sidewalk.  They were on their way to the coffee shop.

“Didn’t I describe him to you yesterday?”

“But that was the one you were waiting for.”

He noticed she walked with her hands clasped behind her back. It made him smile.

“They’re one and the same. He’s my ideal guy.”

The smile quickly turned into a frown. “Can he cook?”

“Of course, he can! Can you?” Y/N eyed him, challenging him.

Jaehyun smirked at her. “Want to try my specialty, jaeyuk bogum?”


“I’ll bring you some tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait. I’ll be tough on you because Tae— I mean he makes restaurant-level type of food.”

He raised an eyebrow cockily. “Well, prepare to be blown away by the deliciousness of my jaeyuk bogum made yours truly, Jung Jaeyuk.”

“Oh my God!” Y/N covered her ears as she laughed at the pun made from his name and the dish.

“You should laugh more often. I like how it sounds.”

That shut Y/N up. Her cheeks and ears felt hot. She also felt somewhat awkward. “Thanks?”

To relieve some of the awkwardness, Y/N hastened her pace towards the coffee shop which was, thankfully, wasn’t that long of a walk now. When she arrived, she thanked Jaehyun for carrying her bag and proceeded to work until late night. Jaehyun, of course, sat on his usual spot by the glass windows, ordering nothing but Americano.

Only when her shift was almost over did he show other signs of activity. Y/N saw Jaehyun was talking on his phone in urgent whispers. His hands were closed as fists.

She wondered what had happened.

His eyes met with hers as he stood up from his seat. “I’m sorry I can’t walk you home tonight, Y/N.”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s fine. Someone’s coming anyway.”

“I need to meet your better half,” Jaehyun said.

“Sometime maybe.”

“You sure you’ll be alright?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll be.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow.”

“Seriously, Jaehyun, it’s okay.”

“No longer sir?”

Y/N stuck her tongue out. “Just this once.”

Jaehyun laughed and shook his head. “Okay. Lunch. Tomorrow. Jaeyuk bogum.”

It was Y/N who laughed this time. “Okay.”

Then he did an unexpected thing again. Y/N’s eyes widened as Jaehyun hugged her tight. But just as quickly, he broke the hug. “See you tomorrow.”

He left her speechless.  Even when her shift was over, Y/N was still in a daze.

“Y/N, are you alright?” It was Taeyong whose voice snapped her back to reality.

She didn’t realize that she was already walking side by side with him. They were back to the usual, just like before she met Jaehyun.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Taeyong pressed his lips into a thin line before encircling an arm around her shoulders. “I know just what you need. We need to eat.”

A smile made its way into her lips. “Let’s go!”

“Good evening, sir.” A guard nodded his head in acknowledgment of Jaehyun’s presence as he approached the hotel owned by his family.

Jaehyun nodded back. As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by his close group of friends.

Hyung!” Mark, the youngest of them, clapped him on the back.

Taeil, the eldest, only gave him a silent look.

“What took you so long?” There could only be one left. Doyoung glared at Jaehyun but was only met with a chuckle from him.

“You guys had bad timing.”

“Well, the guy’s almost left,” Mark said, filling him in, “He acted like his pants were on fire or something.”

This time, Jaehyun laughed hard that his dimples showed.

“You almost blew the deal off.” Doyoung’s tone was reprimanding. “We had to stall.”

The four of them walked towards the elevator. Once inside, Doyoung pressed the button for the 50th floor.

“Your dad’s gonna kill you if you mess up this one.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “Don’t he always? And it’s not like this guy’s the biggest shot around here.”

That effectively Doyoung shut his mouth. Jaehyun had a point.

“But why?” Doyoung pressed for answers. He was relentless and Jaehyun need to give him an answer that would satisfy him.

Jaehyun was about to when Taeil beat him to it. “A girl.”

He snapped his head towards the eldest with wide eyes. “What?”

Then Taeil surprised him with a peace sign. “Joke.”

“What the f—“

“Or was I?” Taeil deadpanned.

Jaehyun visibly gulped. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Mark gasped. “Hyung!”

But the elevator dinged and opened. Waiting for them on the other side was the mafia boss they were supposed to meet an hour ago. He was a large man with tattoos peeking out of the collars and cuffs of his expensive suit. A cigarette butt hung out in his mouth. Surrounding him were a few of his goons.

Jaehyun’s expressions turned serious. He had been tasked by his father to take care of the small random deals with mafia bosses who were building up their reputation in the mafia world.

His family was on top of everyone. Except one.

“So how many are we talking?” Jaehyun cut to the chase. Mark, Doyoung, and Taeil surrounded him, like a protective shield. Their faces were hard, alert, and ready should there be some sort of confrontation. But their expressions were enough to intimidate the other party.

“Half a million dollars for a hundred assault rifles,” the mafia boss replied.

“You must be crazy.” Jaehyun tutted and shook his head. He was unfazed even when the goons took out their revolvers. “Half a million for thirty.”

“Too few.”

“Listen, you can either take your cheap ass out of here or take my offer.” Jaehyun looked at him straight in the eye while lifting a bit of his shirt where they can see his silver .44 Magnum etched with their family’s symbol and his name. The goons took a step back and hid their revolvers.

“And I’m already being generous with my offer,” Jaehyun added with a smirk.

The mafia boss gulped. He must have heard of Jaehyun’s prowess when it comes to firearms and combat.

“W-We’ll take it,” the mafia boss said in defeat. He then gestured for someone to hand Jaehyun a cheque worth half a million dollars.

“It will be delivered,” Jaehyun said as he inspected the cheque. When he was satisfied, he held out his palm to shook the mafia boss’ hand. “Nice doing business with you.”

The mafia boss merely nodded and left without another word. When they were gone, Mark was the first to celebrate.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Good job, guys!” Doyoung was all smiles.

“Only one thing left for us to do is close the biggest deal at the end of the month,” Taeil said after the excitement died down.

Jaehyun nodded.

“He will be there, too,” Taeil added.

Even before hearing his name, Jaehyun’s eyes hardened and his hands closed into fists.

Jaehyun whispered the name into the air.

“Lee Taeyong.”

Note: Hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :D Stay tune for the next part! :D

anonymous asked:

I'm desperate rn. So I'm a 17 year old girl and I'm starting to want to find someone and start dating. I've never thought dating was so important but as I'm getting older I think I should start. But the problem is all the guys my age are actual douchebags and only care about hitting and quitting it. I went to a concert last night and guys were animals. Not all guys are like that right? Do they get better as I get older? I'm scared I'm never gonna find anyone and be alone and never settle down

17 is way, way too young too be stressed about relationship status, dear anon. Many boys in their late teens *are* douchebags. Work on figuring out yourself, your life, and your role in the world. Heck, go read that link I posted this morning.

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Hey. It's really late at night and even though I feel like I already said my goodbye I just read "break them rules" and wow I feel sad and really feel like it's over now and wow. I am going to miss you so much.

Endings are hard (I’m sad it’s over too). But I’m not going anywhere; I’ll be in the BSN tag, and probably still posting way more LoLiLo fic than I should. And as I said in the “Break ‘Dem Rules” post, my ask box is always open.

Just a quick post for the late-night crowd, to let my AkaFuri readers know that I FINALLY updated The Fast Train to Kyoto! (And I’m definitely not reblogging it here, because Chapter Five is WAY TOO LONG and I don’t want to clog up anyone’s dash a second time, haha.) So for any of you who are in the mood to read a long multi-chapter AkaFuri friendship fic, here’s the latest chapter:

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(As for Chapter Five, I’m kind of dying to talk about it, but I’ll wait so more people can read it! Since anything I say would be pretty spoiler-y? //laughs)

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Of Mafias and Men (2)

Parts: 1 / 3 4

Note: Thanks again to Sikah for plotting this with me as well as staying up late just so she could read then tell me her thoughts about this before I post. XD

However, I need to ask this question: do you guys prefer reading short chapters or longer ones? Because I might just break up the chapters if you guys think these chapters are too long. Answers are appreciated because I need to know~

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N / Taeyong

Y/N went home that night feeling a little bit surreal. The events she witnessed earlier was probably enough to scar her for life. That was for sure.

“And I haven’t seen…anything… like…” Y/N couldn’t even finish that. She pouted and sighed after reaching the familiar road that would take her home.

It reminded her of Taeyong, who Y/N refers to as her better half or the brother she never had. He usually accompanies her after her late night shifts, making sure she was safe. 

Thinking of Taeyong made her miss their late night talks and snacks (he always treated her to those.) But because of his ‘business’ trip, she was left alone until he comes back.

When? She had no idea.

Silence became her temporary companion yet the noise inside her head was loud.

Y/N’s mind was like a broken TV. It kept replaying the scenes where the guy’s hand was on the girl’s inner thighs. She shivered to think of what could have happened if she hadn’t interrupted them.

Now, Y/N wasn’t born yesterday. She understood what they were about to do. However, knowing that didn’t really comfort her either.

“Innocent,” Taeyong would tease her.

“You say that as if that’s a bad thing,” Y/N would reply, hands on either side of her waist.

A bit of a traditionalist, Y/N believed in saving herself for that one guy she will eventually marry. Cheesy and idealistic, she knew. But that was just how she was.

“You need to see and know of these things, Y/N,” he’d say. On his hand was his phone with an adult-rated movie playing.

“I don’t need to!” Y/N would squirm and avoid his phone. 

‘But they’re a couple, so…,’ she thought. Which was reason enough. She really shouldn’t judge people of their choices or preferences.

Taeyong would laughed at her reactions and pinched her cheeks.

“You’re so cute.” His smiles were rare and Y/N always cherished those.

“Oh well,” Y/N said. Home was still a little bit away and she couldn’t wait to plop down her bed. 

She guessed had to accept the fact her eyes were no longer ‘virgin.’

‘I miss you.’

The bed Y/N shared with her younger sister creaked as she shifted around. Her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but she was already half-awake, out of habit.

Cracking one eye open, Y/N fumbled in search of her phone. The room was dark as her sister couldn’t sleep with the lights on. Even though she can, Y/N had to give in to her sister.

She pressed a button on her flip phone and saw the time read five in the morning. With barely any sleep, as the scarring event haunted her even in her dreams, Y/N stood up from her bed and stretched out her limbs.

The day has started.

Y/N prepared everything, from cooking to setting up, before her mother woke up. Always.


“Mom!” Y/N liked to think that she inherited her smiles from her mother who probably was smile-iest woman in Earth.

Even at age 50, she was still a trusted maid for the Lee family who took them in and provided their basic needs.

But Y/N promised herself that one day, she’ll give them a better life. Not that the Lees treat them bad. Y/N just thought it would be nice to be able to support themselves without help from anyone.

Success was sweeter when reaped by your own hands, she supposed.

“Mom, feeling better?” Y/N wrapped the towel tightly around her damp body. She just came out of their bathroom and was already setting down the plates and utensils. Her hair dripped water drops on to the floor. While waiting for a reply from her mother, Y/N went to wake her younger sister up.

“Hey. Time for school.” Y/N shook her sister lightly.


Y/N had both of her hands on either side of her waist. “Don’t use that tone with me.”

Her younger sister peeked one eye open before covering herself with the sheets. A moment passed before Y/N launched a full tickle attack on her.

Eonnie, stop!” Her sister said in between giggles.

“Take a shower!” Y/N still continued to tickle her sister’s sides.

“Yeah! I get it! I get it!” Her younger stood up, trying to avoid all the impending attacks from Y/N.

“Hurry up!”

“Yeah!” Her replied echoed in the bathroom.

Her mother chuckled. She was looking at the two of them with happiness in her eyes.

“Y/N, change into your uniform first. I’ll finish setting the table up.”

Y/N sighed and conceded. “Okay, Mom.Just don’t overdo yourself!”

Her mother laughed. Sometimes, Y/N did act more motherly between the two of them.

It took a few minutes for Y/N to change into her uniform. By the time she was done, her sister had bathed and the table was ready.

Y/N sat down and filled her plate with rice and a couple of sunny side ups. Her eyes searched for her sister.

“Here!” The smile on her sister’s face was enough to brighten her day. She also took her own share of food.

“Mom, I might be able to give my salary by the end of the week. We might be able to—“

Her mom held up her hand and Y/N stopped in the middle of her talking. 

Y/N took this time to study her mom’s face. Work aged her. Her skin turned sallow and thin, showing the veins beneath. The bags under her eyes darkened as she spent tired, almost sleepless nights, cleaning up after her bosses and their children. Y/N let her eyes down to her hands. Her hands, which used to be pretty and healthy, were now bony.

True, she might be happy but people do have their limits.

If it were anyone else, they would have cried at the situation. Y/N didn’t. Instead, she smiled. Her strength to work harder and better renewed.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” Her mom had the sincerest of smiles.

“Yeah,” her sister paused from eating another spoonful of her breakfast, “Thank you, eonnie!”

Y/N ruffled her sister’s hair. “Hey!”

She mirrored the smile on their faces. “Anything for you two.”

Literature classes had always been boring for some, what with all the talk about classic novels and dead authors. 

But definitely not for Y/N even though it was her last subject for the day. It was one of the few times where she could let her mind wander and not think of her pressing needs.

Currently, she was jutting down notes when she felt someone sit beside her.

Odd. She specifically chose that seat because it was the only place in the classroom no one ever ventures to. The back.

Shrugging, Y/N carried on with her note-jutting. However, she could feel the intensity of the gaze of whoever it was.

She rolled her eyes and turned to tell the stranger off when she came face to face with the customer who left an impact on her yesterday.

A heart-dropping smile (dimples and all) was pasted on his handsome face.

Y/N immediately directed her attention back to her notebook.

‘Damn.’ She could feel her cheeks heat up as the events of yesterday came flooding back to her system. Clearly, she didn’t do a good job of blocking that memory out. ‘Gross.’

That was the first time ever she had to witness something like that.

Y/N also barely remembered his name. ‘Jae…Jaehyung?’

“So nice to see you again, Y/N. Who knew we share this class, right?” His voice was deep, music to her ears. Y/N wanted to listen more to his voice but controlled herself. 

She managed to smile, albeit awkwardly. “Sorry, but I didn’t catch your name from yesterday. Jaehyung?”


“Right,” Y/N replied, nodding her head before going back to writing her notes.

What does he want now? If he wanted to get back at her for her somewhat rude comment yesterday, then couldn’t it wait until classes were over?

“Aren’t you going to talk to me?” Jaehyun asked after minutes of silence. Y/N obviously had no intention of initiating a conversation with him.

She looked at him and saw that he was pouting.

Raising an eyebrow, Y/N sighed. There was a sudden urge to pinch his cheeks that she had to restrain.

Titling her head to the side, she asked, “Should I? I barely know you.”

Jaehyun smirked. “We have all the time in the world to get to know each other.”

“Correction.” Y/N held her index finger up. “We don’t. And how old did you say you were?”

“I didn’t. But for your information, 19.”

“Oh.” Y/N nodded her head. “I’m a junior. So definitely not.”

“Aw, come on, Y/N.” Jaehyun leaned back on his seat, both arms out. “Whoever said a sophomore couldn’t date a jun—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” She raised an eyebrow. Incredulity etched on her face. “Date? We’re not even friends. We’re strangers to each other.”

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

“Yeah, but that’s gonna change. See ya later.” Jaehyun winked at her as a good bye.

Y/N was only left with mouth hanging open as she watched Jaehyun walk out of the classroom.

What Jaehyun said bothered Y/N even as she worked. 

Just what did he mean by that?

However, the lull that surrounded the coffee shop that night made her sleepy to further think. The sound of door opening was what Y/N welcomed.

Y/N readied her smile even though she was tired. She was almost at the end of her shift, too. “Welcome—“

The greeting died on her lips.

“One Americano, Y/N.”

It was Jaehyun.

She thought her smile now felt forced. “Would that be all, sir?”


“Sir,” Y/N insisted.


Y/N smiled although her eyes sent Jaehyun warning, who merely replied with an eye smile. “Your order will be ready in a few minutes, sir.”

Jaehyun chuckled. “Okay, Y/N.”

She saw Jaehyun settle on a chair right beside the glass wall. He looked out but probably saw nothing because it was already dark.

Y/N snickered at this dumb but cute action.

“Is he the guy from yesterday?” your co-worker asked. “The one you…”

She didn’t finish her question because both of them already knew. Y/N nodded.

“He’s not bad,” she commented.


“Go get him!”

“I don’t want to!” Y/N stuck out her tongue. Jaehyun’s order was done.

“Oh well.” Her co-worker shrugged. “Your loss.”

Y/N laughed. “I don’t think so. Besides, too young.”

“How old?”


She flicked Y/N’s forehead. “He’s not that young! He’s perfect for you.”

“Still. No, thank you.” Y/N already had the tray that had Jaehyun’s cup of coffee. She delivered it to him somewhat nervously. That damn memory kept coming back.

“Here’s your order, sir.” Y/N placed the cup in front of him.

“Thank you,” Jaehyun said, smiling at her. Y/N had a feeling that he was using his dimples against her. “And call me Jaehyun.”

“Yeah, I know your name’s Jaehyun, but I’m not calling you that, sir. Enjoy!” Y/N said, smiling back. 

Jaehyun could probably tell she was slightly annoyed at his persistence. 

Y/N didn’t really have an idea what Jaehyun was doing there. He was not there to meet anyone. No secret lovers, no phone calls, not even an open book.

It appeared that he was there to just enjoy the coffee.

The only time he ever should any sign of activity aside from sipping his cup was when Y/N went back to the employee’s room to change out of work clothes.

Jaehyun left the coffee shop by then but not before bidding her a ‘Good bye, Y/N!’

As if that’ll make her feel energized or something.

Y/N was out again in the nearly empty streets. Silence, again, was her companion. She had no one to talk to except for herself.

Her thoughts  were mostly Jaehyun.

What was he doing there?

Men’s voices interrupted her thoughts. Y/N looked at a few meters in front of her and saw that a guy was being outnumbered by bigger, buffer men.

Her moral instinct told her to run towards it and diffuse the situation. Logic and sense of safety were completely out of the window. Taeyong would have her head if she wouldn’t get into trouble first.

“Hey!” Y/N called out to get the men’s attention.

Bad move. Now, they’ll be on her.

She ran towards their target. ‘Crap.’ 

Y/N bumped the guy’s back as she abruptly halted. “Jaehyun?”

‘Again? Really?’

But instead of replying, Jaehyun kept his gaze on his enemies. He moved in front of her as if shielding her.

“Who’re these men? Are these your girlfriend’s— Wait.“ Y/N squinted her eyes as she recognized them.

The goons immediately avoided her gaze and whispered to one another before breaking out into a run.

Y/N wanted to follow them but Jaehyun caught her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Following them?”

“No need to, Y/N.”

Y/N looked into Jaehyun’s eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Because I actually know those guys.”

‘Those men work for Taeyong’s family.’

But Jaehyun surprised her with a kiss on the cheeks. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized her first kiss was gone.

“Thanks.” Jaehyun smiled at her, dimples and all.

Note: There you have it! Part 3 should be up in a couple of days (because I need to get started with the Chapter 3 of my thesis.)

Thank you for reading and please stay tuned!

Next part here!

book rec meme

I was tagged by @wordsformurder (sorry it took me so long to get to this!)

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list.

1 – Night Calls by Katharine Eliska Kimbriel

(It was the first fantasy novel I ever read and it still holds up today. A different spin on the classic werewolf tale with a child protagonist.)

2 – America Gods by Neil Gaiman

(I’m late to the Gaiman fandom, but I’ve read this book 3 times in the last year. I think that’s a good sign.)

3 – Nineteen Eight-Four by George Orwell

(I had to read it in school and it’s stuck with me ever since. Nothing can compete with the ending of this novel. Nothing.)

4 – World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks

(Please ignore the movie of a similar name and the disservice it did to this novel. This novel is brilliant and sad and wonderful.)

5 – Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

(I went through a phase of watching a movie and then reading the novel. It lead me this one and I still adore it.)

6 – Pop Sonnets. by Erik Didriksen

(This book takes pop songs and turns them into sonnets ala Shakespeare. It’s fluff, but it never fails to make me laugh when I’ve had a shite day. )

7 – The Night Circus by Erin Morhenstern

(It’s quirky and odd and basically right up my alley. 

8 – The Call of the Wild by Jack London

(There’s a poetry to London’s writing that makes me breathe his words and Buck is as memorable a character as any human.)

9 – Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

(I’ve loved it since I was little and still greatly enjoy the poems to this day.)

 10 – The True Story of the Three Little Pigs by Job Scieszka

(Every child in my life owns this book because I’ve purchased it for them. It was my favorite book as a little(ish) kid and I share this love with as many littles as I can. It’s the true story of the Three Little Pigs as told by A. Wolf.)