nct imagines

jaehyun - mafia

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gunshots fired through the building. not knowing what the hell to do because you were only a computer hacker, you hid underneath your table. your knees were pulled up and you held your head down with your hands on top of your head, sweat still on them from when you heard the first shots.

ah yes, so smart y/n. a table is going to give you coverage.

you'll be okay. you'll be okay. you'll be okay.

your sarcastic thoughts were overrun by the sounds of gunshots that sounded closer to the room you were in, the room that you were told was guarded by people because they knew lots of people who would be after you in your line of work. you have caused things from power outages to missiles firing in different countries and you were a target by everyone.

this was the moment where you started to regret every decision you had made in your entire life span, knowing that your end was coming quick.

the supposed-to-be protected doors flew open and you felt your heart stop for a split second. you heard someone walk into the room and stop right next to me.

"being under a table isn't a great hiding spot," someone spoke sarcastically before the person grabbed your shirt and pulled you out from underneath your not-so-good hiding spot. your eyes stayed closed and your hands stayed on top of your head. "hey, i'm not going to kill you."

you stayed in the same position. your heart rate sped up when you heard the trigger of a gun being cocked back.

"okay, if you're going to stay like that, then i'm going to have to put a bullet in your head," the voice said to you with a bit of sadness.

"i-i don't want to die," you stated the obvious.

"then get up," he said. you finally opened your eyes and stood up, not facing him because you didn't want to see the face of the guy who was about to most likely shoot your head clean off. "you're going to give me your gangs offshore account numbers and passwords, and then we'll both be on our marry ways, got it?" he instructed and you instantly nodded your head.

you sat down at the table and proceeded to look up the codes on your laptop. your hands shook and kept sweating as you typed on the the keyboard. once you found the accounts and they were on your screen, you waited for him to take a picture but he didn't. so you sat there for a second, not knowing what to do. "um..."

"what?" the guy asked.

"are you going to take a picture or something?" you asked him.

he chuckled, "you're going to write it down for me, missy."

you looked at your desk, realizing you didn't have any paper. "i'm going to grab some paper," you spoke and pointed to a nearby desk.

"hurry up. don't have all day here. the rest of your friends are probably gonna be here soon," he said to you. you quickly got up and grabbed some paper before turning back around.

the guy stood near your chair holding a gun in one hand. his hair was swept back and he wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and black shoes.

you looked down and walked back to your chair. then, you realized that your pen wasn't on the table. you scanned the table before you patted your pockets. your hands reached your hair and felt the pen in your hair. you grabbed it and your hair fell down, nearing reaching your waist.

you started to write down the account numbers.

"hey," you felt his breath next to you, "i can't read that."