Gangster | Kim Taehyung

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Little does Y/n know...

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I want to be left alone. But everything about me is special. I just can't, no matter how hard I try. Not like I tried anyways, or I'd probably be resting eternally in a coffin.

I want to have a normal life. But people like Taehyung and Chanyeol exist. I just can't. I'm stuck in another warehouse, wrapped around the finger of a gang leader threatening me to not let go with just a glare from his men.

Honestly, I'd rather die than suffer; but I want to live life first.

I haven't had a proper childhood.

I haven't had a proper social life.

I haven't had a proper job.

I haven't had a proper lover.

I haven't experienced college life.

I haven't experienced the good things in life.

I've only experienced the bad things in life.

Heck, I haven't properly lost my virginity.

Thinking about what happened makes my blood boil and my temples throb. I was the submissive - not knowing what to say or do while being seduced by someone I thought I loved. His demeanor lured me in, like a siren's voice luring in their prey.

The pleasurable feelings made me want him. 

In reality, I don't want him. 

He might've been the first person I ever adored, but he wrongfully shattered that adoration by rejecting me. 

He kidnapped me and treated me like a piece of candy he refused at first, then shamelessly stole it in regret - sinking his teeth into it not caring who it belonged to, as long as he had his hands on it in that moment.

He finally got his hands on me. When he found out Chanyeol's gang wanted a hold of me, he became greedy - not caring about how I felt.

In all honesty, he deserves this. He deserves to see me captivated by somebody else. I'm in a mutual relationship with a gang, which is slightly better than being in a non-reciprocal relationship with another gang.

I'll take advantage of this 'chance', and probably even do Chanyeol while I'm at it so Taehyung can feel the guilt once he sees I'm somebody else's.

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"Why is everything so quiet today?", I mumbled as I sat on the bed covered in white silk sheets. 

I was now working  for their gang, who were later introduced to me as EXO. They consisted of Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, Xiumin, and Kai. The others were abroad for some reasons.

Usually I'd be paged by a phone to fetch something, massage one of the men, or just to entertain them in any way other than sexual. I was given a phone, trusted enough not to call anyone besides them. Besides, it only had signal up to the radius of the warehouse or where they were at, if outside. 

They also didn't take the money I earned from my job, which was stashed inside a drawer next to my bed-side.

"The men are out", a voice sounded, bringing my attention to the door-way. I sat up, fixing my outfit. 

"Oh, h-hello Master", I stuttered. Yeah, he wants me to call him Master. How ironic.

"But, that doesn't mean you don't have to do work...baby", Chanyeol said, emphasizing the last word which made me tense. He noticed how tensed up I got and laughed which I awkwardly smiled.

"Be in my room in 10 minutes." He walked out, flexing his shoulder blade in pain. I watched him walk away until his figure was no longer visible. 

What is he doing to me? 

I released a loud sigh as I fell onto my bed, covering my warm face. 

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10 minutes passed by. 

I was walking towards his room, seeing the door open slightly with a low red light glowing through. I peeked through the open space, then walked inside. I gasped as I saw Chanyeol sitting on the bed, with no shirt on. He chuckled. "What? You don't like what you see?", he smirked. 

"Um, I-", I was finding words to speak when he cut me off. "Come here", he interrupted sternly. I walked over, standing shyly in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he was laying on his stomach with his hands on the pillow. 

"I hurt my shoulder blade. Massage it." I nodded.

Feeling nervous, I placed my hands on his back. I flinched from the skin contact, knowing I was feeling awkward. His back felt stiff underneath my finger tips as I rubbed and pressed it.

"Aahh, right there", he sighed while smiling.

I chuckled, repeatedly doing the same action on the particular spot. My face became warmer by the second. I must've been as red as a tomato. I swear, I was seeing red. Haha...ha...that's cause the light in the room is red.

He kept sighing as I massaged, making me more nervous by the second.

After a few minutes, he stopped making satisfactory sounds and grabbed my wrists. I yelped, unexpected to be pulled onto his now turned over body.

You would except this moment to be sort of cliche, like each other staring into each other's eyes. But, no. He slammed his lips onto mine right away, moving and angling his head to get proper access. I didn't move as I was flustered above his bare chest. I started to move my lips along with his.

All that could be heard was a ringing in our ears, and heavy breathing. Little did we notice that the rest of his men had arrived, standing right outside the bedroom door watching the heated-session. 

I whipped my head up at the sound of chuckles and whistles to see them watching us. I quickly got off top Chanyeol, fixing my uniform, and pushing beside them scurrying to my room.

Chanyeol sat up on his elbow letting out a low laugh and a glare when noticing the cause of Y/n to scurry away.

[a/n: it's hard to think of what should happen in each chapter oof. btw i don't want short small details in a few chapters and a lot of chapters with smut because that's just...weird. anyways, the next chapter will be...better? you/the reader will be in a cool situation...i guess—or interesting. ¯＼(o_O)/¯ okey, yeah. well um cya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ..]