seventeen imagines

vernon - mafia

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hours ago, you saw your crew get taken out by members of seventeen, and hours ago, you were taken and trapped in an empty room in one of their hubs. you were about to go crazy if you had to stare at the walls any longer, full on knowing who ordered for you to be held here.

"VERNON!"

you abruptly shouted as you tried to find something to use in order to pick the lock on the door. you knew there was a camera and looked over to see a red light flashing, indicating it was recording. you tried to unscrew a screw that was in the leg of a table but failed.

standing up straight again, you went up to the camera and looked straight at it. "vernon, you better—"

suddenly, the door unlocked and opened, swinging back towards you before stopping by itself. vernon stood in the doorway, his shirt was stained of blood from what you presume the fight that you were both in. he left the door open, and you could see one of the guards from where you were standing. he started walking towards you, pausing after a few steps.

"what the hell are you doing?" you asked, speaking in english so the guards and whoever was monitoring the camera couldn't understand your conversation.

"i'm keeping you safe," he replied in the same language.

"you should've killed me right then and there!" you yelled at him. "we aren't on the same side. you can't just do this because—"

"damn it! it was the only way i could keep you safe! the only way i could see you alive!" vernon interrupted you, completely furious. "i don't care about all of this! i don't care if our bosses want to rip each other's throats out. i don't care if i have to get myself locked up again," he said as he approached you. "every fucking day, all i wonder about is if you're safe. the people you're with are fucking maniacs, which means you do even more dangerous things than i do. you know how many times i've seen you on the streets hurt? do you know how many times i followed after you when you left to go do something with your people?"

"why the fuck do you care so much?" you asked once he stopped speaking.

"because i love you."

he stood inches away from you. if only you could control everything about you, but your emotions got to the best of you. you could feel tears starting to form and looked away, not wanting to look at him. you tried blinking them away, but you felt more tears form and fall.

"damn it, hansol..."

you heard him take another step forward and felt him put his hands on your face to make you look at him. vernon leaned in and kissed you on the lips, and this wasn't the first time he has done this. after a few seconds, he pulled back and leaned his forehead against yours.

"woozi's on security. he'll mess with the footage. the guards outside are my boys, so they won't do anything to you," vernon mentioned. "don't come back to our territory," he demanded from you as he wiped your tears away, "never come back here. you hear me?"

"then how are you going to see me alive?" you asked him.

"i'm a shadow of you," he said, "i'll always follow you, so don't worry about me if i end up on your territory. i'll stay alive, and i'll find you. we'll be okay."