Dirty Deeds || Kim Hongjoong x FemReader

Playing with paint

All of us standing in our usual meeting room. Our individual burner phones laying on the glass table with their batteries plucked from them.

Another week and a bit has passed since Yunho got that 'odd' phone call. Since then, each of our phones would act up and numbers of past associates or just people we never knew called.

We tried tracking the numbers or getting any valuable information out of the callers, with no luck.

So the decision we came to was to go old school. No phones. Not until this was all settled. And who knew how long that would take.

Most of us received at least one call from someone in their past. I got two.

One from each brother. Both calls were far from brotherly love.

Jongin was sure to remind me about his threats and gave me another shot at turning myself in. 

Haechan played more of a good cop role, trying to offer me this and that if I complied with him and came 'home'.

First time this guy said anything to my face in so long and all it is is about this stupid game he plays with Jongin. Fighting over our parent's attention and favour.

The words they both spoke are burned into my memory. 

Their words laced with venom and pain, sear into my mind. They fuel the hatred I have for my past, for them, for my parents.

Fuck them.

"Y/N? You're spacing out." Yunho shakes my shoulder and brings me back to reality.

"Whoopsie daisy. Had a little flashback there." I admit.

"Did you miss what I said then?" Hongjoong asks me.

"Yessir."

Hongjoong sighs and re-explains his plan.

"To be extra cautious, I'm moving us out of the city for now and into a safe house. We'll close the compound down until we get back. But we're leaving tonight so you need to pack whatever you'll need. We're not coming back for anything."

I nod and swallow hard. "How far out of the city?"

"'Bout an hour."

I can feel my anxiety rising. I've packed up and moved in the blink of an eye too many times, but each time makes me feel like I'm leaving a part of me behind. And this time, I feel that even more. I found a real home, with a real family. 

Other than this safe house is an hour outside the city, I don't know much and I don't like that. The unknown is something I don't deal with well. I need to know what's going on when, where and why.

But I trust them. I trust Hongjoong. 

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San leads me to one of the various hidden closets I never knew existed.

"How did you know about all these?" I ask, but quickly add, "Actually, nevermind. I have a pretty good idea."

He winks to confirm my suspicions.

Him and Wooyoung had some romantic excursions in these hidden, dark closets.

San pulls on the chained light bulb and the small closet stacked with suitcases lights up.

"Take your pick. Except for the ones that have my name on them. They're mine." San quickly grabs a navy blue carry on and clutches it to him.

"Got anything special in there?" I ask him while I pick through the closet.