166 | Ot8 | Hurts Like Hell Alternative ending

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Mafia Au | Angst | Fluff 

【Synopsis】 : It's been so long since you've seen your boys. And when the youngest comes knocking on your door, the new life you had only just managed to build comes crashing down.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Ot8 Ateez x Reader

[Warnings] : lots of heartache. The reader is beside herself a lot. Blood. Gore. Death. Torture. Reader gets kidnapped. Tears. Hugging. Lots of crying. Grovelling (we stan a good grovel). And yeah, lots of angst but fluffy at the end. Kissing. Mingi has a dirty mind. Whoops.

Note: uh, so hi. Ahha It's been a while... I finally decided actually to finish the alt ending of this fic. I've had people ask for more, and I honestly forgot about it. But then I saw someone send in a request that had a similar plot, and it made me want to finish this. So this can be read as a stand-alone. But if you want to read part 1 and the other ending. Go ahead, otherwise enjoyyyyy ♡

PART ONE AND TWO CAN BE FOUND ON PAGE 024 AND 025.

PART ONE AND TWO CAN BE FOUND ON PAGE 024 AND 025

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You were alone. Wandering through life with nothing to hold onto. You were going underwater, and no one was around to help you above the heavy waves. You were numb. Heartbreak ridding you of happiness... Or so you thought.

Through a bottle or two... Maybe three or four. You found at the end of it. You were just as unhappy as you were before you took the first sip. You needed a change. A change of scenery. A change of personality. A completely new life. So there you were two towns over. Maybe not a whole country away from the old you, but this was just as good. A new apartment. New job. Architectural design. You enjoyed it, so dearly. It became something that kept you going. That kept you waking up. You were fighting for a glimpse of happiness in mornings that were still hard, and nights were just as restless as ever.

You were alone. Yes. But you tried.

It's been two whole years. You think you'd forgotten everything by now. But the biggest, deepest pain didn't seem to heal as quickly as everyone says it does. Fucking Liars...

You were having a break from your long hours of sketching a new mansion floor plan, a private owner wanted it done within the week and for a heavy price and as much as it was a distraction you couldn't help but think how the design the private buyer seemed to want a floor plan that resembled something that one of your old lovers would have loved. The vintage vibe with a green and gold theme matched Mingi and Yunho perfectly. Your brain almost thought maybe they were the private buyer. But why would they go to you after what you had 'apparently done' to them? Before you could dwell on the idea anymore, the sound of your doorbell broke your gaze from the large sketch in front of you.

You question why someone would be visiting you at this hour, given that most of your clients would email you beforehand and your 'friends' would text. So, who could possibly be at your door? Your heart thumped strangely as if your body knew who was beyond the large oak before you. A ball started to form at the base of your throat. Was this anxiousness you were feeling? Gripping the silver handle, you creek the door open slowly, and when your gaze met the other person you feel your heart stop.

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