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I liked this wayyyy too much

the lion and the lamb

member: enhypen sunghoon

synopsis: what would you do if you found out your boyfriend is a mythical creature?

genre: established r/s with sunghoon <3; twilight! au because why the fuck not; fluff; smut, angst

warnings: blood and... idk vampire kinks...?

wc: 3k

a/n: for niwa @haechanhues, who struggles to stay a jungwon stan <3 i wanted to write this with more vigour and like, idk, make it spicier? but everytime i think about a vampire story i can't help but think about all the other things that a story conveniently omits. like what does the family do? won't they find out that oc is NOT aging? is oc not fucking worried about being alive forEVER? so this ended up angstier and fluffier than i expected it to, so advanced apologies to niwa who wanted smth spicier 😀 p.s this is my first smut for a vampire au + a member younger than me so please don't fucking attack me. sunghoon is legal, this is fiction, we know he's not a fucking vampire.

"i knew it!" you screech and reach behind for a table lamp, messily holding it up to his face as you clutch the night stand and knocking over the family photo in the process. "i fucking knew it."

sunghoon's eyes widen, then he bursts into an arrogant chuckle. "baby, a desk lamp wouldn't do anything to me, you know this."

with a huff, you put the lamp back down, clearing your throat and crossing your arms across your chest. "is... is that why we had that whole... that entire night talking about vampires and mythical creatures... wasn't just a conversation? you were just... telling me stories about what you know?"

"maybe," his lips curl downwards by the corners and he nods. "come on, cut it out, would you? it was just a matter of time before you found out."

"oh- and when were you going to tell me?"

"when did you figure it out? did you suspect anything prior to this?"

"what?" a frown cements into your forehead. you try to move back a little more, but you push more things off your nightstand when you realise you can't back up any more. sunghoon had his hands in his jogger's pockets, stepping in a strange zig-zag manner towards you. "i... your sports are all indoors and you jog in the night- i just thought you hated people- no! no, you tell me when you were gonna tell me-"

"i mean i hated people before."

and then he swings a leg out, falling backwards into your bed and rolling over to pull a pillow into his face. he inhales sharply, arms tightening around it as you hear your heart race in your chest.

"oh...!" you turn and step backwards, this time against your wardrobe. "you're a- oh! this better be a joke. this has to be a joke."

"why?" his muffled voice sounds from under the pillow, and you can see his toes wriggle into your carpet. your lips part in a bid to hurl more accusations at him - if you could even believe yourself - but sunghoon lifts the pillow off his face and sits up, resting his palms in the mattress by his hips. "you saw my eyes change when we were at the butcher's. i'm not denying it."

a lock of hair topples over his forehead, and he cocks his head. "wanna see it again?"

gulp.

he blinks, and his dark eyes flit into a bright yellow. blink. dark.

"fuck off, how'd you do that?"

sunghoon smiles, and your heart drops when you see his canine teeth. they've always been long, and absolutely mesmerising to look at, but only now you've realised-

"you've had your fucking fangs out the entire time and- oh...!!!!!!"

sunghoon suddenly rises to his feet, striding to you in barely a few steps. you've backed up against the wardrobe again before he holds your face and leans down, abruptly pressing his lips against yours.

your fists are balled against his chest, but your harsh pants against his calm demeanour cools you. cold fingers dig behind your ears as he parts his lips, tongue gently coming over yours in a bid to remind you that it was still him.

the truth doesn't change who he is.

he remains cupping your face as he slows, then he breaks the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner," he whispers, shaking his head. lids flutter open to reveal bright amber eyes. "i thought about it for a long while and i wanted... i wanted to tell you for the longest time but you were always so caught up with other things and i didn't want to tell you over christmas."

"rotten idea of a christmas gift."

"i know," sunghoon grins and sucks his teeth between his lips as he backs away.

"hey, um..." you clear your throat and rub the back of your neck, blinking from the floor and back up to him. he rests his hands on your waist, his amber eyes glimmering down at you. using his nose to push your jaw aside, he plummets into your neck, and you can hear him inhale so harshly, it runs chills down your spine.

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"no," he chuckles lowly into your skin, pressing fragile kisses into your skin like it were glass. his breathing has turned erotic and harsh and irregular, so you're naturally on edge more than before. "if i wanted to kill you, i would've a long time ago, my love. but..."

he pulls away and lifts a hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards so your eyes would meet his. "i'm much too in love with you to make you an exception."

"you're not exactly making me feel better with whatever you're saying, you know that, right?"

sunghoon giggles, baring his teeth and stroking your cheek. but the hand that had been previously on your waist was slowly moving downwards, over the curve of your bosom and his fingers are digging into your flesh.

"i know, but you like that anyway."

he presses a smiling kiss to your lips, not hesitating to drop both his palms to your rear and picking you up instead. he does it effortlessly, which makes you wonder how many times he's acted like he was struggling when really, he could've probably carried a few of you.

your back meets the wall of your room and your fingers crawl up into his hair on the back of his head, the scent of his cologne masking all your senses and breaking down all your walls as if you didn't just find out your boyfriend was a lethal, mythical creature.

"hoon," sighing, you break the kiss.

"hm?" he uses his nose to tilt your chin up, tongue darting over the skin on your neck. his lips press into a bundle of nerves, and he smiles to himself when he notices your shoulders cringe upwards.

"haven't you ever thought about... you know."

"i don't know what you're talking about, baby," his whispered breath draws tickles from you, and you bite on your bottom lip to hide the growing desire.

"my blood. haven't you ever thought about it?"

he presses one last kiss into your neck - one that would probably leave a mark and he did it deliberately, you're sure - then comes back up to search your eyes with his bright amber ones.

"i have," he pauses. something is holding him back. "but human blood tastes different from an animal's. it's addicting and given how long i've gone without having it... i could drain you on my own if there's no one around to stop me."

it's like being surprised you got slapped in the face when you were the one who asked, really.

sunghoon releases an exasperated chuckle, looking down and hoisting your hips up so you wouldn't slip down further. his hands travel up your hips and waist and to your face where he cups your cheeks, thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

so this is why his hands were always cold.

"i can't afford that. to kill you."

"so don't."

something glimmers in his eyes, and his hold on your cheeks tighten just the slightest bit. a little squint; his lips part.

"no," he shakes his head, lips curling downwards as he shakes his head with disapproval. "no."

"no one will know."

"everyone will know. what are you, stupid?"

you shake your head, wanting to hit him as a natural reflex. he says that all the time.

but you suck in a deep breath and rest your head in his hand, closing your eyes to let the coolness in his fingers seep into your skin. "hoon... anything to be with you for the rest of my life, even if it means forever."

when your eyes open, he's tearing up. his glistening amber eyes are twinkling under the dim lighting in the room. for a few seconds, you can hear every breath he takes, if he even is actually breathing.

"i can't," he shakes his head, looking away and grimacing to himself. "you're still young. i can't-"

"it wouldn't make a difference. i'll just be stuck at 19 for the rest of my life. what, do you want to wait until i'm 50 and scrunching up into a raisin then turn me immortal? besides... i have no one else except you."

sunghoon laughs, but he quickly recovers and turns back to look at you. "i just... i love you. i wasn't supposed to get involved with humans, but you... it just had to be you. you, who has no strings attached to this world."

sucking your lips between your teeth, you reach up and brush his hair out of his eyes. "i just wish i knew you sooner, maybe then you could've helped my parents."

sunghoon breaks.

not in the form of breaking out into sobs or giving you a tight hug, but instead, he kisses you with cold tears streaming down his cheeks.

you can taste them when it sets between your lips, but it doesn't taste like salt.

it tastes like water.

"if you choose this then you'll live for the rest of your life, you know that, don't you?" he mumbles between light kisses, then presses his forehead into yours. he rubs his nose against yours, his eyes fluttered shut with a gentle frown between his brows. "that means you won't get to see your parents again, since that's what most people believe."

"i know. but i wanna live the rest of their lives for them too, so."

he takes a moment to process your words, then whispers the words, "i love you".

with that, he holds you away from the wall and slots his lips between yours again. he gently sets you in the bed, palms pressing into the mattress by your head as he almost kisses you into the cushion.

your hands are curved over his shoulders, fingers tracing his hairline on the back of his neck when he reaches down to pull off your shorts. long, slender fingers trace your hip and downwards until you let out a soft gasp into his mouth, with cues a sneaky smirk from him.

"it'll hurt less with this, i promise," he kisses your nose, then your forehead, and removes your lingerie. his nose dips into your jaw just as he does, a sudden surge of nervous bundles coming undone everywhere.

with your fingers digging into his shoulders, he continues leaving butterfly kisses on your neck, until the sharp tips of his fangs slide across your skin.

the entire bed is jerking, though just a tiny bit. and your soft whining is muffled into his shoulder. his shirt is being balled into a crumple in your fist, and then a sharp sting sinks into your neck like two needles at once.

then you can feel the latch of his lips onto the wound.

something clicks.

maybe it was him finally getting a taste of human blood, for he abruptly stops, and his torso is crouched over yours in sheer animalistic feeding.

his shoulder blades are shifting in and outwards, breath heavy on your jaw and under your nose with his hands on your shoulders, pinning you down into the mattress.

the cotton under your shoulder dampens. the texture starts to soak, and the lightheadedness starts to sink in.

sunghoon is in a trance you don't think you have the power to snap him out of, but the harsh breaths tell you he's thinking; trying his very best to fight against his instincts.

but maybe it was the blood that made him tick too, for he suddenly pulls out from below and rams back into you. the entire bed jerks loudly from the friction between the bed frame and the flooring.

a gentle yelp courses through your throat as your nails dig deeper into his back. his pace picks up as he drains you from your neck, and your eyes are starting to roll back into your head. your vision is started to blur, mind beginning to fade out into static with his tongue lapping against your neck like a beast starved for an eternity and his hips rolling against yours.

your hair is starting to get blood in it, but you don't have the headspace to think about how disgusting it is. you're tearing up from the force he's gradually forcing up into you, and he's struggling to tear himself away from you before you die of blood loss.

"hoon-" an airy whisper manages to leave your lips. "i'm gonna-"

he groans into your neck as a form of acknowledgement. he's trying to stop himself, but he's struggling. his teeth start to loosen from your skin, but then it sinks back in. the sting comes out in a soft whimper from you, but everything down below is a gratifying distraction.

"hoon, i'm gonna come."

and it's like a magic spell that worked - for he forcefully removes himself from your neck and hovers above you, his hands coming off your shoulders and resting around the circumference of your head.

half his face is covered in blood, a good amount of it around his lips and some smudged on the tip of his nose.

his eyes are hooded, and red.

"you taste... so fucking good," his voice is lower and hoarse, and his tongue darts out all around his mouth in a bid to savour whatever he has left of you on his face. "shame you wouldn't have that to offer me anymore."

he dips his nose into your neck again, and you'd half expect him to start sucking you dry - but he doesn't. a quick swipe across your neck and the sting disappears.

the scent of blood starts to cloud your mind.

he must've seen something in your eyes change, for he dumps all his weight into his torso when he leans down to kiss you again. the iron in your own blood tastes like caffeine to a coffee lover; honey to bees.

and then he picks up his pace again, this time pulling your thighs higher so he can keep them off the floor. when he pulls away, his palms come around your neck, holding you tightly to the bed as the sound turns inconsiderately loud.

everything in the room blurs, then sharpens. birdsongs outside seem louder - but so do his pants and laboured breathing. every slap churns through you like a gong being sounded.

something creaks - it's the bed - and then something definitely snaps or breaks or fractures.

throwing your head back, his thumb is gentle on your throat, holding you still while he fucks the rest of your humanity out of you.

"hoon, i-"

"i know, i know," he huffs and smiles, almost sinisterly. he leans forward, releasing your throat and pressing another kiss to your nose. "forever and for the rest of our lives."

the bed breaks just as your entire body shivers and shudders under him. your muscles twitch and spasm under his hold as his fingers travel down the length of your body, as if searching for any sign of injury as he pulls away.

his chest is heaving when he's finally removed himself, but he lifts you without much effort and away from the puddle of soaked blood in the sheets.

"sorry about that," he rests his forehead against yours, using his thumb to wipe away the blood smudged on your cheek. you know it's not really helping.

but you're in your own trance now. everything in the room seemed to be moving in swirls, and your vision was blurred. there's a sharp ringing in your ears, mixed with all the noises from outside.

he's trying to talk to you, holding onto your shoulders and pushing your hair out of your face. but then he steps away for a few moments to your desk, rummaging through the drawers for a moment.

then his blurred figure returns, and he holds out a wrist above your face as he drives the edge of a penknife through his own sheet-white skin.

the blood oozes out, then drips onto your lips and between your teeth where you finally have a taste of it.

"come back..." the words sound muffled. "hang in there, it'll be over soon..."

what were a few moments felt like an eternity as your mind and body feels like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together, and you're sure you passed out, for the next thing you can process was abruptly sitting up in bed and huffing, hands clutching the collar of your shirt with sunghoon sighing in relief as he topples to the floor.

he sighs heavily, hand holding his wrist where he had cut himself.

"you gave me a good scare there," he raises a brow, obviously tired. his face is still in a mess, and his eyes are a gorgeous crimson red, which made you think - what about mine?

you lick your lips, the taste of iron still lingering on your tongue as you stand. walking to your desk, you pull out a table mirror.

and there it was - a pair of crimson red eyes staring back at you. warily reaching up to your lips, you pull them back, expecting to see fangs in place of your canine teeth.

but sunghoon's arms come around your waist, and he snuggles his head into your neck where you had been bleeding (or being sucked out, actually).

"fangs will take awhile."

Damn

four: a date??

warnings: sunghoon being an oblivious jerk, angstyish, pure feelings, jokingly fighting (a little violent)

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taglist: @viscoolreal @enhacolor @jwiy0m1 @lomlyeonjun @mochisnlix @sunshine-skz

SUMMARY: park sunghoon, y/n’s beloved boyfriend is failing biology and seeks help from a tutor. what happens when she sweeps him off his feet? a tired and miserable y/n is left in the dark but park jay isn’t gonna let that happen. welcome to the cheater’s club.

Scandalous 👁️👄💧

three: the meet up

warnings: pure feelings and angst if you squint, slight profanity?

Sunghoon fumbled with his fingers as the old secretary gave him smiles every now and then. To be quite frank he was panicking over this tutor.. was he someone familiar?, would he judge him for his stupidity?, were they even a he??, questions clouded his mind. Alongside this was the slight guilt of leaving his girlfriend at the side of the street upon notification. Maybe he could get her some snacks on the way home? His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps down the hall as he unconsciously brushed over himself, straightening the wrinkles in his sweater. “Hey!” she spoke as he jumped in his seat startled at the voice, eyes meeting hers as he stared. That‘s pretty much all he did actually… he stared the whole time until a cough from the other lady in the room shook some sense in to him. “Ah, Hi I’m Sunghoon” she nodded her head in response pulling out a notebook from her beige tote bag. “I’m Aerin! Kang Aerin, It’s nice to meet you” she gave him a smile which he returned. “May I have a second? I just need to jot a few things down” she asked, he replied with a simple hum. He glanced at her a few times covering it up with a smile on attempts to look polite. “So what do you find challenging Sunghoon?” his facial expression shifted in confusion, “Huh?”. A chuckle left her lips “What’s hardest for you in the course? anything specific?” she repeated in attempts to make things simple. “I understood what you said the first time I’m not thaaat stupid, I didn’t know I had to have specifics ready” He spoke again quite playfully as her smile only grew. “Pretty” he thought but quickly shook his head. “So.. are you free this week?” she said as his eyes widened in disbelief, “I have a girlfriend” he spoke a little too loud, he would never do anything to hurt you like that. She suddenly burst in to a fit of laughter at his confession, “I’m not hitting on you, it’s so I can plan out our study schedule” his cheeks flushed red at the information. “Uh yeah I’m free after Wednesday next week” he spoke quite embarrassed avoiding eye contact. “Alright! well I didn’t really have much planned out it was just a quick meet up so I’ll see ya!” she spoke almost rambling, and damn the girl was fast. He grabbed his coat trying to catch up, “WAIT” he yelled startling himself and her as she flinched at his voice. “Yeah?” she replied, it was late so he thought it would be nice, “I’ll walk you home” he shyly spoke rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s fine really you look like a busy dude” his eyes shot up, “No, No really It’s late so I insist” her eyes lit up at his kindness “Thank you.” The two began to walk in silence as the night wind and singing crickets accompanied them. It was comforting at most, not an akward kind of silence between to who weren’t quite friends but not quite strangers. “DAZED DAZED DAZED” a sudden sound broke through the moment as Sunghoon rummaged through his pocket to retrieve his phone. The Caller ID read “my love<3” as he glimpsed at the time, realization hit him.

“Hey love are you alright? It’s been quite a few hours just wanted to check up on you”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t let you know bubs the meeting took a little longer than expected”

“Noo you don’t always have to notify me, everyone has their moments I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything..”

“I’m alright just making my way home soon I don’t think I’ll be able to come over I’m so sorry y/n I really am”

“It’s no problem, really, get home safely! I’m gonna head to bed so goodnight, I love you more than I can describe”

“and I love you even more, goodnight baby I hope you dream of me” he spoke chuckling as the call cut off.

He almost failed to notice the presence of the other girl who simply stood waiting. “You must really love her” she spoke purely what she thought. “I do, I really do” he replied smiling back. would he stay truthful to his word?…only time will tell.

[just a short written chapter now things get started ;)]

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taglist: @viscoolreal @enhacolor @jwiy0m1 @lomlyeonjun

SUMMARY: park sunghoon, y/n’s beloved boyfriend is failing biology and seeks help from a tutor. what happens when she sweeps him off his feet? a tired and miserable y/n is left in the dark but park jay isn’t gonna let that happen. welcome to the cheater’s club.

AAAAAAA CHEF COOKED🔥

CRIMINAL LOVE — p.sunghoon

PAIRING: killer!sunghoon x rich!fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, maybe fluff WC: 4.6k+

WARNINGS: weapons, drink, drugs, swearing. mention and execution of murder, blood, fights (physical and verbal). unprotected sex (the details of the sex parts i'll add as i post the chapters), but there are more than two, for sure. lmk if i forgot anything else.

SYNOPSIS: paid to kill people, sunghoon finds himself in the biggest dilemma of his life. getting paid the most money his profession has ever given him to kill a woman. but he can't do it because it goes beyond his principles, who has never laid a finger on a woman. what will he do when the twist is right in front of his eyes?

NOTES: i had this initial idea for jay, but i don't know why i thought i'd write it for sunghoon. i've modified a few things and i'm thinking of making it a story with a few chapters. i hope you like it!

TAGLIST: i don't know if i'll do it, but…

masterlist | prologue | part 1 | part 2 [...]

None of this was new to Park Sunghoon. The eyes stared at him in fear, shining with a pair of panicked features as they begged for their lives. His index finger against the trigger of the gun before he asked to speak his last words and then fired. Seeing the body slowly collapse in front of you, the eyes losing life and the blood dripping through the fabric of the clothes and onto the floor. This was a very familiar scenario, even more so as a hitman.

If anyone ever asked him why he lived this life, the answer would come quickly: easy money.

Sunghoon got used to being on the streets in search of a job to maintain his almost miserable life after the death of his parents. His grandfather, an alcoholic who barely stayed at home, was the only living relative he had. And the only person who could give him a roof over his head at fifteen.

Wandering the streets in search of something solid led Sunghoon to meet all sorts of people and ways of making ends meet. He worked with a bit of everything until he found the job he had settled into today. It was through Jake, one of the first people he befriended, that he learned what it was like to kill for money. His friend's father had a scheme and paid him well enough to eat, dress, and live in his grandfather's house, which he barely saw.

Jake and his father became a family to Sunghoon, even if it was in the worst of environments, but it was the only thing he could get close to that bordered on a good feeling. The boy couldn't call it love because he'd never heard it from any of his friends, although they could say that they respected and cared for each other, but love, for Sunghoon, was too strong.

Who would say about love when, in fact, he was hired to kill? Often people from his own family and for financial reasons. So how could he believe that love existed when his job showed otherwise? Of course, everyone had family problems… Look at him! Sunghoon wasn't the greatest example of this, but come on, he would never have his grandfather or anyone else killed in his own home. It was bizarre, but unfortunately, that's what he dealt with most of the time. And that's what filled his pocket and made him change his life.

Moving into his apartment after his grandfather died, having more contact with Jake and his father about the business, and even getting on a bit more when things started to expand. This was all thanks to Sunghoon's skill and eye for instigating Jake's father to think bigger. It was risky for him to try to suggest that they think big, such as killing some CEO in debt or someone high up.

You've got to be crazy, he heard Jake mutter once, at an informal meeting they had after a successful case. Sunghoon could be crazy, but when it came down to it and money, the highest cases paid well. And that's what he asked Jake's father about until they had their first diplomat client. The amount to be paid was so high that they had never thought of having it in their bank accounts.

"We need to kill about four people to get that" Jake muttered after looking at the amount. A sigh left his father's lips before he agreed.

And so began the great social affair between Jake and Sunghoon – along with Jake's father – for bigger cases with fat sums in their money accounts.

It was dangerous, but Sunghoon lived for it. He didn't have anyone else, he didn't have anything to think about except his well-being and how he could have what he wanted more peacefully after living in poverty for years. He didn't want to go through the insecurity of not having anything to eat, or having to wander the streets looking for something to do or somewhere to stay so that he wouldn't have to be alone in a house where he didn't know who would come back. But now, in his apartment, he shared the peace of knowing that everything was his. Every little thing in there had been earned by him, even if the money wasn't in the cleanest way, but someone had to do that kind of work.

And it wasn't as if Sunghoon would kill just anyone either, he had strict criteria about this that he made very clear to Jake and his father before things got as strong as they are today. Like killing people who had only done some kind of harm to those who had asked for it. Like women who had been beaten by their husbands, or someone in particular who had physically or mentally hurt whoever was hiring the service. Or that person posed a risk to the society in question and they knew that no authority would do anything about it. So they did. And the most important thing of all was that under no circumstances would Sunghoon lay a hand on a woman.

But the universe seemed to play tricks on him that morning, arriving at the office and seeing Jake's eyes light up. It would be pointless to ask why, considering that he was one of the first to receive clients and their proposals, so someone had probably come to Jake to talk to him and give him a huge sum of money.

"Dude, I think we're rich" he threw himself into the leather chair that initially belonged to his father. But as long as the older man didn't arrive at the office, Jake took possession of it until that happened.

"What do you mean?" Sunghoon held back a laugh as he walked a little further into the office, throwing his body into the small armchair opposite the desk Jake was sitting at "A client with good money?"

"Better than that" he sighed, throwing his head back "This client wants to hire our services for two people, but the price is—"

"Jake, spit it out" Sunghoon said quickly.

"Bro, she'll pay two million" he looked directly at Sunghoon. That amount would cheer the boy up if he hadn't heard it before, or even been paid for it "For each of us, and for each of the two people we're going to kill."

Wait, that was new to Sunghoon. Two million for each of them, totaling two people to kill, so… Four million for him, and four million for Jake?

"Man, that's…"

"Insane, I know" Jake interrupted him as if he already knew what his friend was going to say. But something seemed a little off because he didn't have that much energy to say that amount. Normally Jake would have been bouncing around the room literally like a child, totally losing his hitman pose as he commented on the four million that would be playing around in his bank account for the next few weeks.

"What's wrong?" Sunghoon asked at once, noticing the change in his friend's mood as the seconds passed. Jake now looked a little uncomfortable in his father's chair and shifted his body a few times to try to find a comfortable position, opting to lean his elbows on the table and tilt his body a little.

"You know it's four million each, right?" he asked, watching Sunghoon agree "And that the percentage we give my father on each client is very small because, well, he already has a lot of money…"

"Speak up, man. You're stalling on something." Sunghoon wasn't out of patience, but he knew that Jake tended to talk too much when he was nervous. What could have happened to make him like this?

Jake nodded in agreement and continued to lean on the table, leaning towards Sunghoon, who settled into the armchair and imitated his friend's position on the other side. Leaning his elbows on the table and looking at the boy in front of him, who was now looking at his hands.

"A woman wants us to kill her brother and…" Jake slowly closed his eyes "Her niece."

Sunghoon felt a ringing in his ear and then his whole body tensed up. He couldn't explain why he had that reaction, but just mentioning that there was a woman for him to kill made everything seem completely out of place to him.

"You're kidding me, right?" Sunghoon asked.

"I really wanted to, man, I swear" he whined, watching Sunghoon's withdrawal appear little by little as he slid his arms off the table and leaned back in the armchair.

"And what did those two do to make her want to kill two people at once?"

"I don't know" Jake shrugged. "She hasn't told me yet, she's arranged a meeting and my father wants to go along. It's too high…"

"You two do it" he stood up, walking to the middle of the room before he heard Jake calling after him. Without turning around, Sunghoon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He waited a few seconds before finally turning to his friend.

"I can't do this without you, bro. You know we've been working together forever" Jake began.

"But what are my conditions?" Sunghoon asked, and for a moment he saw a glimmer of regret in Jake's eyes. For mentioning or even thinking that his friend might do this kind of thing. Maybe the money had messed with his head a bit and he wouldn't deny it, but Jake knew Sunghoon well enough, he just wanted to try until he couldn't anymore. Even though he knew it would come to nothing because Sunghoon would never accept.

Silence was Jake's way of responding, not knowing exactly what to say because he knew Sunghoon's terms well. Everyone was aware and in agreement, so why change their minds at that moment?

"I just need your help, then" he said after some quiet time.

"I'm not putting my hands on either of you, be warned," Sunghoon said, a little angry about the whole situation until he saw Jake nod silently, implying that he had nothing more to say.

Then, as if on cue, he left the room and walked around the building in search of something to clear his mind of what had just happened. It was an unimaginable amount for him, but Sunghoon wouldn't go against his principles for it.

For the first time, he had refused something that Jake had asked of him. And he felt immensely awkward about it.

You could feel the migraine invading you little by little. The side of your head ached like never before, while your eyes stung and you tried your best to pay attention to people and their words of condolence.

It had been a week since your grandfather's death, and the only sincere tears you had seen – apart from your own – were those of your uncle. He was the closest thing to real family you had after your father's death a year ago. Having him around was comforting, especially as your family was driven by money and scandal. Everything revolved around social and financial status. Your grandfather's company was the focal point of all that arrogance in the family members.

But now, with his death and the will read, you had to assimilate that the only beneficiaries were you and your uncle, the one who was still crying over his father's death and trying to understand how it had all happened. And then there was him, a well-groomed gentleman who eschewed the stereotype of the rich old man and business owner who walked around with a glass of whisky in his hand. On the death certificate, his grandfather had died of cirrhosis, but you were surprised. Even though he wasn't a health professional, you could assume that this would be different, to say the least, since the old man had never drunk a drop of alcohol.

“This is terrible for your health” he once said. “Try never to drink more than necessary. And at parties, I promise to serve you the best natural juice.”

Those words always lingered in your mind because your grandfather was serious, in his own right, but he was very loving. You became so attached to him that you took an interest in the affairs of your grandfather’s company with a genuine gesture of helping him, which he appreciated.

Maybe that was what had made him put your name on that paper, inheriting half of the family fortune. While your uncle got the other half.

Millions and millions, or should say billions? It was so much money that you swore you would die and the amount would continue to yield in your account even though you used it almost every day. That was why you knew that some people who had always been there for your grandfather’s money were now furious because they couldn’t enjoy a single cent of it.

“We are so sorry for the loss of your father, Yvone” someone’s voice took you out of your thoughts, making your eyes dart around the people around you. A well-dressed woman with a tired expression was greeting your aunt. She didn’t have a trace of sadness on her face. That stranger seemed sadder than your aunt over the loss of her father.

“I’m sure you are too” she tried to fake a sad voice that you recognized from afar. Your stomach almost churned as she hugged the other woman.

Suddenly, your embarrassment became even greater, because your aunt's gaze was immediately on you. She seemed angry, with something bad inside her that immediately wanted to be directed at you. Your gaze soon turned away from her to try to find your uncle who was desolate.

Your steps through the environment were fast and precise, the sound of leather shoes against the devastated floor was inhibited by the sound of other people's voices and laments. You weren't running, but the things inside your body said very well that you seemed to be in a hurry.

Your eyes quickly spotted your uncle a little further away, sitting on a bench alone outside. You walked a little calmer towards him until you sat next to the man. He didn't need to look up to know that the only person with compassion in that family was you.

"I wish this nightmare would end" he said quietly, a sob breaking out of his voice when your uncle raised his head and continued to look ahead.

"I still can't believe it" you sighed. Your eyes are locked on the events in front of you. Some people were coming and going from your grandfather's mansion with small flowers in their hands or pieces of paper, like written notes of thanks. Of course, he wouldn't read them, he was dead. But it was a way of thanking everyone he knew, and the reading would be up to you and your uncle. The only ones who cared about the sentimental side of things.

"Do you think Yvone hates us now?" your uncle asked, finally looking at you. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets and bloodshot from his eyeballs, they were so red. You swallowed a sigh and just nodded.

"For the reading of Grandpa's will? Of course" you laughed humorlessly, listening to him accompany you.

As if summoning a haunting, just saying her name out loud made your aunt's figure appear in the doorway of the mansion. She welcomed people by trying to look sad or convincing whoever was arriving. Her eyes quickly fell on you and your uncle, further away from the house and sitting on a secluded bench. She didn't show any reaction but took her cell phone out of her pocket to do something you didn't even care about. Her attention was on the man next to her.

“I can’t be happy knowing that my father left all this for me and you” he ran his hands through his hair, almost pulling it out if it weren’t for your hands stopping him. You held one of his hands and kept it in your lap.

“It’s okay uncle, I’m not happy about this either” you said. “Money won’t erase anything that’s happening to the two of us, you know that.”

Of course, he knew. You and your uncle could sometimes say that you were born into the wrong family because you were the only ones who didn’t count on money. Even though you knew that your whole life revolved around it. Even though every interaction you had since the day you were born was driven by money. It wasn’t your fault for being born into a family like that, but you could deal with it and think about how you spent what you had.

“How about you come in and get a drink? I bet you’re thirsty” your uncle said quietly, making you look at him after some time of contemplation while still watching people entering and leaving the mansion.

“I think I’ll go in a little while, I want to stay here a little longer” you smiled sadly at the man as he stood up and just waved in your direction. Just as you knew when he wanted some time alone, your uncle was also able to understand when you needed it.

Leaving him and going back into the mansion, you saw him disappear among the little people who had now gone inside the house. You remained there, looking around that immense land that your grandfather owned. One of them, to be more exact. You remember playing with your uncle and your father to guess which was the largest land your grandfather had in his name. Of course, the two older men always let you win, even though it was a rather unfunny game. But it was one of the few moments when the three of you were together, aware of the money you had and trying to make good use of it.

Your body slowly shrank with a small gust of wind, indicating that the weather was changing from sunny to something colder and almost rainy. You looked up at the sky, noticing the clouds beginning to darken. Rain was the last thing you wanted, but maybe you needed it. To wash away all that heaviness you've felt since your grandfather died. Rain could help wash away the dirt that remained beneath your feet and wash away all the bad feelings and burdens you would face in the days to come.

The decision to go back inside wasn't so difficult as your body shrank a little more, curses spilling from your lips as you missed a coat or a blanket that could cover your arms. Just a tank top and silk pants weren't a suitable outfit for the moment, but it was the first thing you could think of to wear when your aunt summoned the whole family to pay homage to your grandfather at his mansion.

You got up from the bench and stretched your whole body, trying to shake off some of the day's exhaustion and thinking about how you wanted to go back to your apartment and take a shower. Get all those sticky, fake hugs off your body. Those words buzzing around in your head lamenting what had happened. No one there really cared, so you at least paid attention to the fake tears in front of you.

You walked in slow steps to the front door, trying to avoid walking in with anyone who might greet you. You didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, just to be there long enough to leave. But your steps were quickly stopped.

Feeling a hand around your waist, you looked up to find your aunt standing in the doorway just as something covered your mouth. It all happened too quickly. Your vision began to blur as you struggled against a body that seemed much bigger than yours. Your hands were useless at grabbing any kind of skin to scratch because the arms holding you were covered.

You don't remember much, but the only thing that didn't leave your mind before passing out was the cynical smile of the woman right in front of you.

“What did she ask for?” Sunghoon was exasperated, pacing back and forth as he looked at your unconscious body on the other side of the room.

“To torture her and get a video of her saying she wants to pass everything on to her aunt…” Jake began.

“First of all, I never agreed to this” he interrupted his friend, controlling himself as much as possible so as not to scream and wake you up. They had just taken off the masks and all the equipment when they laid you down on the small mattress with almost no foam.

“My dad just asked you to help me bring her in, I know.” Jake sighed. “I don’t want to do this either, but—”

“Dude, listen” Sunghoon looked at him. “We can deny this and say fuck you to those four million. Seriously, there’s no way we can continue.”

The desperation in his voice was completely real, Jake could feel it. He was also desperate about all of this, although it wasn’t something new for either of them. But the cruelty in how his aunt was making requests of them without even knowing them or having finished the job. How demanding she was and how she wanted everything to be done as quickly as possible. Sunghoon never had bad feelings about his work, he just went there and killed whoever was necessary. But as soon as he looked at his aunt through the gap in the mask and noticed her smile, the way she behaved in front of the people who were entering the house, without even noticing that he and Jake were carrying her to a black car with no license plate.

He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he had accepted all of that. Sunghoon was breaking one of his biggest rules and all because of money? Four million wouldn't pay for his principles even if his job was one of the worst possible. He already had too much blood on his hands, but that didn't matter when you had a woman unconscious and almost ready to be killed by Jake.

Arguing with Mr. Sim was out of the question, he had already tried since he received the offer and saw the man's eyes light up at the amount. Even though he knew that Sunghoon's biggest criteria were at stake.

"If you're not going to kill her, at least help Jake bring her here" was the only thing he said after finishing the little discussion he had started. He couldn't win this one, he couldn't deny something that he had at least managed to keep going.

Now here he was, pacing back and forth and going over what your aunt wanted Jake to do to you.

For one lousy moment, Sunghoon felt a twinge of regret and compassion for you. Your calm countenance while you were unconscious and the way you seemed harmless, something clicked in his mind telling him that you weren't as bad as the woman said you were. Maybe she'd done the worst kind of propaganda just to make you look bad enough for them to kill you.

"Sunghoon, hey" Jake called out quickly, taking off his black glove and throwing it on the table "What are we going to do?"

"I already told you," Sunghoon sighed once again, stopping walking and feeling his throat irritated because he had already shouted at Jake the whole way "Let's give up that four million, it's not worth it."

"Is that all I'm worth?"

Sunghoon looked in Jake's direction and they both froze. Eyes wide, breathing almost labored as they searched for something to cover their faces. But it was too late. As soon as Sunghoon crossed the room and focused on you, there you were. You were sitting with your back against the wall, your hands tied by the ribbons perched perfectly on your lap. Your hair was completely messed up, but he could still see every detail of your face. How, even so, you looked very beautiful.

"Shit" Jake cursed softly, turning away while Sunghoon stood there staring at him. He felt his friend pull him a few times so that you wouldn't stare so hard at his face that you wouldn't recognize him if something went wrong. But Sunghoon simply couldn't move.

"It's okay, I've seen you. I've been awake for a few minutes" your voice was hoarse, perhaps from lack of use, and because you tried to scream before Sunghoon put the cloth over your mouth to force you to faint.

Jake hesitated to turn around but did so when he saw that his friend wasn't moving at all.

"If you say anything—" Sunghoon made Jake look like he was speaking rudely when he landed a weak punch on his arm. He didn't know why he was defending you like that, not least because that was Jake's role, to be rude at first and gradually hurt whoever was in front of them.

Knowing this, Sunghoon already sensed that he would start being rude until Jake's hands were on you to hurt you. And he didn't want that.

"What did you hear?" Sunghoon addressed you for the first time. His eyes still glazed over at your completely weak and staggering figure in front of him.

He noticed that your eyes were bright, maybe watery, and if you blinked a little more, tears would fall like waterfalls. He was already weak just knowing that he had done this to you, seeing you cry would do what to him? Sunghoon didn't want to know. That case was getting too emotional.

"Just the four million part" you moaned a little in pain as you moved and felt your back crack. That mattress was terrible and you assumed you'd been on it for a long time, but it wasn't important. Your mind was elsewhere and on how you were here, so before you could even think of anything, you asked "It was her, wasn't it?"

"Her who?" Sunghoon and Jake asked at the same time.

For a long minute, you were quiet, just thinking about the little interactions you had with the woman who was supposed to have done this to you. Your heart ached, that wasn't possible. You never thought she could do that.

"My aunt told you two to kill me," you tried to keep your voice steady, "did I?"

It was the turn of the two boys to be silent right in front of you. Jake moistened his lips and tried to find the words to answer you, pondering whether or not to be rude to you. Not least because he didn't want to be punched again by Sunghoon. He swallowed dryly and looked away a few times, wondering whether or not to tell the truth.

"I triple it."

"What?" Jake raised his voice, echoing throughout the room as he looked in your direction and then at Sunghoon.

"I say I'll triple that amount" you moved again, trying to find a more comfortable position on that shitty mattress that was making all your muscles ache "If you don't kill me."

Jake laughed. Nervously, perhaps, but he tried to look a little more cool as he walked towards you and bent down right in front of you. Knees bent enough to bring him close to your face. If you were in the best condition, you could lift your leg and kick him in the knee, only to stagger and fall backward. But you just wanted answers.

"Do you think we're open to negotiations, princess?" he shifted his gaze between your eyes and your mouth but remained in your gaze, which was still sparkling. Jake didn't want to seem arrogant, but that's how he'd been taught.

That's how he learned to deal with that kind of situation, listening to everything and every possible appeal before doing his job. But he never received a counter-proposal, especially one as high as that.

"I don't think you'll even get paid that four million, actually" you looked at him, your voice becoming more and more shaky, "but since the whole inheritance is with me, I'll triple it if you don't kill me."

For a second Jake looked back to Sunghoon for support at that moment. He knew that his friend would probably accept because it would give him the chance to never lay a finger on you.

"Instead, I want you to kill my aunt."

That turn of events was making Jake and Sunghoon's heads spin. Hearts pounding as you let a single tear fall down your cheek. You tried to look convincing and strong talking to two guys who were about to kill you.

But being able to protect yourself was one of the few things you learned because it wasn't the first time someone had approached you out of interest. So why not use the money you had to your advantage? You never thought you'd be able to do that kind of thing, but you'd try anything to make sure no one killed you.

And if the case was to have those who wanted you dead killed, then you'd start with that.

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