Pairing: Jeongin x Jisung
Top/dom: Jeongin
Bottom/bratty sub: Jisung
Type: Angst, fluff but make it manipulative?
Au: Joker x Harly Quinn
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome (does it count if the person really likes being kidnaped?), mentions of stalking, kidnapping, knives, violence (not too graphic), cursing, pre debut Han attitude, boy pussy
Word count: 1,471
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'Why is it always me?' that's the first thing Jisung thinks once he notices he's being followed. He had just left his job at the Hellevator club where he was a pole dancer. This means that it's about four in the morning, and he can't shake the person following him.
He was wearing some baggy white sweatpants and a sweatshirt to hide his baby blue lingerie set he was wearing underneath.
It had been a good thirty minutes, and at this point Jisung was ready to just turn around and beat this guy's ass. 'Well, at least I'll go out swinging' he thought as he turned around, ready to deck this guy in the face.
Jisung marches his ass right up to the man that's been following him. Before he's able to throw a punch, the man speaks,
"I was wondering when you'd get tired of taking random turns, Jisungie." the man's voice is low, almost gravely, and holds great amusement as he watches Jisung lower his fist. The blood visibly drained from his face as he stood there.
Jisung isn't as stupid as to not realize that he was still wearing his necklace with his stage name 'Hannie', but that didn't explain how this creep knew his name was Jisung.
"Alright mister." He states, a hand on his hip and one digging a finger into the man's chest. "I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't care to. Now I need you to take your creepy, lame, shady lookin' ass as far away from me as possible. I don't know how you know my name, but if you're gonna keep following me then I'm gonna throw hands. All I want is to get home and pass the fuck out, but I can't do that with creeps like you following me around. So imma need you to beet it. M'kay?" Jisung was almost physically red and was swaying where he stood. He was so tired he was seriously considering crashing on the street.
"Well, despite you not wanting to know who I am, my name is Jeongin," the man pauses, seemingly for dramatic effect, "But everyone calls me Mr. J." His smile is unnerving, and Jisung stares blankly before his gaze flits to a poster behind the man's head. It read, in big, bold lettering;
WANTED: YANG JEONGIN FOR MURDER, ROBBERY, VANDILIZING $50,000,000 ALIVE
Jisung's fight or flight kicked in.
He ran.
And I mean absolutely booked it down the street. 'Of course I had to provoke the most powerful and dangerous man in the entire world. Of. Fucking. Course.'
He rounded a corner and rammed smack into a firm chest. He was relieved, until he felt a cold blade pressed into his neck.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing." the man nosed at his neck, licking a stripe up to his ear before nipping at it "Looks like I found myself a little treat." his grubby hands began to feel up Jisung's sides before landing a harsh smack on his fat ass.
His fight or flight kicked in again.
Fight.
He grabbed the back of the man's neck and slammed the slimy man's nose into his knee. He crumpled to the ground, howling in pain, and Jisung turned to make a run for it again.
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Stray Kids Oneshots
FanfictionSo my original oneshot book got deleted, but luckily I backed up almost all of them. These are all my original work, but some may be based off of other stories I've seen.
