Dreamcatcher One Shots / Imagines

Jiu ☆ At Your Service

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader (& some Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader)

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mentions of violence, etc.

Word Count: 33,401 (grab a snack)

Synopsis: Jiu -- a married heiress and product of the centuries old, successful dynasty of Kims -- finds herself in need of a new personal maid following the sudden departure of her previous one. When opportunity arises and brings Y/N L/N -- a stubborn, working class citizen with a hatred for her less than ideal circumstances -- to her doorstep, how will they deal with the fallout?

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's my first Dreamcatcher fic. I hope you enjoy! :)

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Blood trickled down the side of your father's hand, shining crimson in the subtle flicker of candlelight. A makeshift weapon – some mangled piece of metal, resembling a shiv – cut into his skin slightly, due to the force of his grip on it.

His weight was shifted to one foot, keeping him prepared to strike if need be; with the front door of your home slightly ajar, he craned his neck enough to communicate with the guards on the other side. His thumb rubbed the handle of the blade in rhythmic strokes... one, two ... keeping his breathing in check. Appearing suspicious was a death sentence, and he knew that; so, he patiently waited for the opportunity to make a move.

In an eerie flash of black suits and gloves, the men pushed their way inside.

They came to loom over your family members with piercing gazes, staring holes into them. Tension was thick in the room, nearly suffocating. Each second was an hour as the interrogation they started dragged on, only increasing the chance of impulsivity on both sides. Glancing eyes were a silent challenge, the twitch of a finger was a call to arms.

At the center of it all, surrounded in more ways than you even knew at the time, was you. Had you known then how drastically your life would change, maybe you'd have done things differently.

Maybe you would have started running after that first knock.

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"We aren't here seeking trouble, Y/F/N. What the heiress requires is simple, and you're the first on the list to provide it," the boss explained, reclining in your father's chair. His slicked-back hair looked greasy in the low light of the room.

"Y/N has nothing to do with any of my financial dealings," your father reiterated, not backing down. "Paying off my debts isn't something that concerns her."

That statement earned him a wary glance from you, though he didn't see it.

The leader shrugged in response. "We have our orders just the same as you. And besides," he reasoned, leaning forward enough to touch his elbows to his knees, "...this is something to be grateful for. All of your debt will be forgiven when she finishes her time at the estate. It's as easy as that."

"The estate?" You broke in, confusion heavy in your tone.

The man seemed appreciative of your question, with the way his face brightened as he turned his focus to you. "Precisely, Y/N. It's a beautiful place, where Mrs. Kim lives; acres and acres of land, so many sights to see. And the house, well..." he paused, attempting to build anticipation like a parent reading to their child. "... the house is the best part. You'll have your own quarters, near the heiress's room, and be free to roam the halls once your work is completed for the day." A wistful look befell him. "It's absolutely breathtaking."