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191. Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

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*the actual fic is under the read more bc it's long as hell and i'm not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

· you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building's roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

· "(y/n)-ssi," jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group's absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, "i just want to talk with you, i'm not going to hurt you."

· "bullshit," you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

· you hadn't trust jung sewoon's charming voice and easy smiles when he'd first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn't trust him now

· "(y/n), this is your last warning," sewoon's velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, "stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT."

· you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

· your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn't really helping matters

· "Fine."

· you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon's voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

· "taehyun, go."

· there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

· "you fucking shot me?" you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

· "I told you, that was your last warning."

· the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

· the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

· "how are you feeling?

· that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

· you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

· one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

· "you just can't leave me alone, can you?" you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

· sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

· "we have a proposal for you."

· you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you'd taken a few sips

· "who exactly is 'we' and what kind of proposal are we talking?"

· sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

· "fine, i'll take the hint," the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

· "thanks, gunhee," the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

· sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

· "i can't move my right arm, dumbass," you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages