I decided that for any random scenes I'd like to do that probably wouldn't fit in any of my stories, it would be good to create this.
So I welcome you all to my Stray Kids One Shots!
Some will be Y/N stories (Member x female reader)
Trigger Warnings...
This One Shot has become a full story that goes by the name of "The White Lily" in the meantime. Here is the cover for it, and you can find it on my profile.
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If you choose to read here, kindly note that the first chapter of "The White Lily" and this one shot are almost identical, slight changes made.
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"Find and kill CB97."
"That's impossible."
"It's not, if you wanna get out of here."
"Fuck you."
"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't forget who you're fucking speaking to, bitch." Boss said, while pointing his loaded gun at me. "I'm giving you two options here. You either kill him, or you leave this place dead."
"I don't even know what he looks like or what his real name is!" I retorted.
"Look, that's not my fucking problem. I think I'm giving you a pretty good offer here. Most don't get to leave this place alive at all. So you either do what I'm asking, or you don't and suffer the consequences. You know the rules." He screamed harshly.
I knew he was right. Leaving a mafia wasn't as simple as submitting a resignation letter when you get tired of your job.
You couldn't simply leave a mafia.
Someone who's outside is a risk to the others' safety. Anyone who's out becomes a target.
In my gang, the rules state that, if you do wish to leave, you have the opportunity to do so, providing you complete the mission Boss gives you.
More often than not, though, the mission proves itself to be simply impossible. Some give up on leaving, some get killed while attempting to do so.
I believe no one's ever managed to complete it. There are only rumours that some people have, but there's no actual proof. And as they say – only believe what's in front of your eyes.
So, why would I want to go through this just to leave, you might ask?
It's pretty simple: this gang's rules no longer coincide with my life views. In fact, they never have, but even more so lately. My boss makes me take innocent lives. I am forced to kill families, children... I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't mind killing bastards as long as they deserve it, but I'm drawing the line at infants who can't even speak, let alone be guilty of anything.
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There's been three weeks after the pretty chat with my boss.
I've heard through the grapevine that SKZ Mafia will be hosting a party at their house and made some plans on how to get in.
I've faked my identity, posing as a millionaire's wife, and entered the premises quite easily, wearing a classy but slutty long black dress, under which I've hidden a dagger, strapped to the back of my thigh.
