1 and 0nly (SVT one shots)

My Desire That You Feed On (MinWon)❗

Mafia AU , Bodyguard - Wonwoo , Mafia -Mingyu

Wonwoo isn't even drunk when it happens. He's maybe a little tipsy at worst, but he has the pleasant buzz of cheap alcohol and good company thrumming through his veins, distracting him from thoughts he definitely should not be thinking about a certain mafia boss.

His certain mafia boss.

Nope. He's definitely not thinking about it.

Instead he excuses himself from his friends and heads outside to smoke.

It reminds him far too much of the night he and Mingyu first met. Back before the man had made it his personal mission to get under Wonwoo's skin, to dig and pry until he'd nestled himself there with that annoying fucking smirk of his that fucks with his head so bad. It scares him how easy it is to get lost in just the thought of Mingyu; scares him how much of a distraction he really is. Which is exactly why he doesn't expect it when a fist connects with his jaw and sends him stumbling a little, caught off guard. It's enough for his attackers to get a few blows in on his ribs before Wonwoo finally manages to right himself, spitting out the blood that had managed to gather in his mouth.

There's five of them, but they're over-confident, emboldened by the fact that they managed to land a hit even as they wobble on their feet, unsteady. They're clearly drunk, and Wonwoo is just mildly relieved that it's not one of Mingyu's more competent enemies looking to send him a message.

It isn't hard to take them down, and by the time his friends come out to join him, theres four men unconscious on the floor around him, the last running off down the street. Wonwoo just rolls his eyes and lights up another cigarette.

"Seriously?" Jun blinks at him. "You were alone for five fucking minutes, Wonwoo."

"You're bleeding," Minghao points out, gesturing at Wonwoo's arm and fuck, so he is. He knew one of those fuckers had a knife.

"I'm fine." Wonwoo just waves off their concern and starts heading home.

He's so tired of people trying to kick the shit out of him, all he wants to do now is go home and sleep until the morning. At least tomorrow he'll be getting paid good money when people try to kick the shit out of him.

When Wonwoo wakes, he's sore; he can feel his entire body aching in the same way it does when he pushes himself too far at the gym and ends up suffering for it. He groans, rolls out of bed, and stretches, which proves to be a big fucking mistake because his ribs scream at him in protest.

"Fuck," he whispers to himself, stifling back a yawn as he stumbles his way to the bathroom.

Once the light blinks to life and Wonwoo manages to get a good look at his reflection, he's so tempted to just go the fuck back to bed.

His lip is split and there's a light bruise forming under his right eye. It's nothing too serious, he could explain it away as just being tired to anybody who maybe didn't have a clue what he does for a living, but Mingyu and the others will know and they'll keep side-eyeing him all day and he is definitely not in the mood for that. The thought of it is already setting him on edge and making him grumpy, which is fucking ridiculous.

He's a grown man for fuck sake, so why is he fishing his phone out of his pocket and calling Dino? And why does Dino have to pick up on the second ring before he can change his damn mind and hang up.

"Hello? Wonwoo?" he hears through the speakers and god, now he really is screwed.

Wonwoo sighs to himself and, really, at this point there's no going back, so he just mumbles out a quick: "I can't come in."