In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
Yuri lay on Seungcheol's bed, her boredom growing as she watched him sitting on the sofa, focused on his laptop. His phone rang, and he answered sharply, "No, I’m busy. Don’t fucking disturb me like this."
She glanced away, feeling restless. She needed to use the bathroom and wanted to take a shower, but the last thing she wanted was to anger him by asking. Deciding to go on her own, she slowly moved, attempting to slide out of bed. Just as her feet were about to touch the cold floor, Seungcheol's hand caught her ankle, his palm warm against her skin.
Yuri froze as Seungcheol’s hand caught her foot, his intense gaze locking onto hers. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low but firm, the edge of control clear.
She hesitated, her heart pounding. “I... I wanted to take a shower,” she said softly, trying not to provoke his anger.
Seungcheol narrowed his eyes slightly, not letting go of her foot. “You should’ve asked,” he muttered, his tone possessive. “You’re not supposed to move on your own, not until you’re better.”
Yuri glanced away, feeling the tension in the air. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” she whispered.
Without a word, Seungcheol lifted Yuri up effortlessly and carried her to the bathroom, placing her gently on the counter. "Wait here," he instructed before stepping out briefly. When he returned, he held a soft nightgown from his cupboard.
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He turned on the warm water in the tub, letting it fill as the steam rose. Moving closer to her, he reached for the buttons of her shirt, intending to unbutton it, but her hand shot up to stop him.
Her voice trembled slightly. "What... what are you doing?"
Seungcheol raised his eyebrows, his tone calm but firm. "Helping you," he said as he continued to unbutton her shirt.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, trying to stop him again.
He paused for a moment, but then turned back to the tub, checking the water temperature. After making sure it was just right, he came back to her, continuing to unbutton her shirt. When she tried to stop him again, his voice turned sharp, but not harsh.
“I’m your husband, wifey. No need to be shy. One day, you’ll have to make babies with me too, don’t forget that,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Her cheeks flushed red as she averted her eyes, embarrassed. He peeled the shirt off her and tossed it into the laundry basket. Yuri instinctively tried to cover herself, but Seungcheol didn’t look at her body—his eyes remained locked on hers, as if they were the only thing that mattered.
Without another word, he picked her up and gently placed her into the tub. As the warm water enveloped her skin, Yuri let out a soft sigh of relief, her tension melting away.
