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62. SVT Jun - Family

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Title: family

Member: mafia!junhui x reader

Genre: mafia!au, fluff

Warnings: violence, kidnapping (however, after the scenes it is 200% fluff)

Word Count: 1591

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Junhui hasn't felt this worried since high school, when he needed to give a presentation on childbirth.

He'd rather be going through childbirth than what he's going through now.

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He sighs deeply, dropping his cell phone onto the table loudly, startling the already tense members surrounding it.

There are more things to be worried about. Things like collecting debts and taking out corrupt politicians, or taking down groups overstepping into their turf.

As a member of the top branch of the mafia, he shouldn't be so affected by this, but he is.

Jihoon abruptly enters the room, his laptop in hand. He connects it to the overhead projector, and they're met with a projection of CCTV footage, dating a few hours back.

Junhui doesn't feel any relief at the sight of your familiar figure, and neither do the others. He takes a seat beside Minghao, who's quietly tracing the chain of his nunchucks with his finger.

"I found her," Jihoon quietly murmurs, "But I don't think you'll like this."

He glances around the room, pausing at Junhui, to give him a silent reassurance.

Then he presses play.

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"I'll be fine Junhui, you don't need to bring the car. What's the point of a transportation card if I don't use it?" He sighs heavily into the receiver, defeated. You laugh quietly, leaning against the bus stop sign.

"Call me when you get home, okay baobei? I love you."

"Of course," you smile, "I love you too."

You hang up and slip your phone back into the pocket of your jacket, and squeeze the hand warmer Junhui had given you before seeing you off.

The street is quiet, give or take the few alley cats meowing at each other, and the occasional yelps from a brawl.

You glance at the time and sigh, immediately regretting not having the escort drive you home. Your bus isn't anywhere in sight, except for the black mini-van coming down the dimly lit road.

And then it hits you. The sweet smell of chloroform, and the concrete floor.

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Junhui silently fumes from his seat as he watches your limp body be carried away, into the back of the black mini-van. The urge to put a bullet in each of your assailant's brains, to hurt them a thousand times more than they hurt you, burns through his body.

Then, regret.

Because he should've sent the car anyway, and you'd be where you should be.

Home, safe.

"Junhui!" Seungcheol slams the table, irritation in his eyes. "If you want her back safely, you better goddamn listen to what Jihoon's saying. Don't start grieving when you haven't even lost her."