It's just a bet, right?
One little bet was all it took, to set her world on fire.
"Babygirl"
"Make me"
SMUT 18+
VIOLENCE
There are trigger warnings in case of violence. Smut doesn't have trigger warnings.
This fanfiction is all fantasy. Please don'...
It is morning and Hoseok and I are working as usual.
I just can't stop thinking about it. What will happen now? Who all knows about it? Do the other employees know about it or not? Does he have extra other men for his mafia business? What do I do now? Does anything change at my work now? Or do I just know about it? Do I really want to become a criminal?
"Mrs. Y/n-"
"Mrs. Y/n-"
"Yes- Yes," I suddenly jolt up from my thoughts and quickly look over at Hoseok. With a sideways glance, Hoseok tells me to turn around. I quickly look behind and see that HE is standing behind me. I quickly stand up, turn around and take a short bow.
"Good morning, Mr. Jeon! My apologies I didn't notice you," I huff down as clearly as possible and slowly look up from the floor into his face.
The corners of his mouth twitch upwards for a moment, but he immediately gets himself under control again and nods briefly.
"Not so bad, you can come with me for a minute," comes out of his mouth and he walks out of our "office" without turning around again with a poker face.
Hoseok looks at me pityingly, "Fighting Y/n!"
I look at him, smile briefly at him and hurry after my boss.
He's already leaning against the door of his office, so I hurry a little more, give him another quick bow, and then step inside. He runs after me and closes the door.
"Drop the formalities".
Aha here he goes again. Relieved, I relax a little.
"Whats the matter?", I ask him as he takes a seat.
"I want to discuss your work with you".
Quick mini-attack. SHIT DOES HE WANT TO FIRE ME NOW!?
"Shit, what did I do wrong?", I slip out and immediately slap my mouth in response.
That was not planned.
He chuckles and looks at me intensely afterwards.
"I won't fire you".
Jesus I was afraid for my damn life!
"Hallelujia", I slip out in relief.
He chuckles again and clears his throat, "Well, since you know that you only work for my cover company, I wanted to ask if you would rather work for my other company. Your move yesterday was pretty powerfull".
I purse my lips and have to grin while I mumble softly "Got ya impressed right". Then I regain my composure and have to grin even wider.
"Yes I think it sounds very interesting and risky. I like it. But first tell me more what I have to do there, how my daily life would look like".
" Firstly, I want you to continue working here for one day in the week, cause your work is good and otherwise people will get suspicious. The other days you will mainly train and do missions. At first, of course, just training and then we'll see when I send you along the first time. That means combat training, shooting training, endurance training and other things."
I nod and my eyes shine maybe a little too brightly.
"Oh, and Y/n one thing I want to make clear, not that you think wrong of me. We are the BlackAngels, we don't kill innocent people. All our victims already have dirt or blood on their fingers. Therefore BlackAngels, Black for evil and Angels for good".
Wow!
I didn't know that. That's somehow so good to hear that he's not just killing people for no reason.
Suddenly I feel fingers on my chin closing my mouth.
"Don't get your jaw dropped on the table," he grins at me.
"Tz now don't get uppity," I say and pull a played arrogant fax.
He raises his eyebrow and looks at me.
Well guess which eyebrow.
The right one, what else!
[All those who guessed correctly are welcome to clap their eyebrows.]
Then his expression twists back into a smile.
"We'll start the change next week. You will continue to come to work here on Monday and fight for the BlackAngels Tuesday through Friday. Jimin, my secretary will explain everything else to you later."
I nod again and stand up.
I suddenly feel his hand on my wrist. I turn my gaze to him.
"Oh and Y/n just for your info, your the only girl".
"For me and in my gang".
Well here we go again through all kinds of emotions within ten seconds. But I quickly regain myself.
"Well I don't see a problem there", I say, stroking my fingers over his wrist and then his hand.
"I know how to handle them," I grin at him and sprint out of his office, just as a matter of tradition.
