my heart belongs to you.
cringe! mafia and soulmate au.
mature content.
sequel :: always you
a haechan fanfiction.
haechan ___ you series :: the beginning
original story by @heart4ches
i hate this book as much as you do <3
#1 in donghyuck nov 21
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Donghyuck slowed the car in front of the Im mansion, his eyes 'discreetly' glancing back and forth between the large home and the girl beside him. He knew that her surname held power and fame within its two letters, but he didn't know how much. And quite frankly, he was shocked.
"I didn't know you were this loaded." He mused, turning towards her direction as he reached out to put his palm on her shoulder. But right as it hovered over her body, she flinched away, hitting the car door. "Oh-"
Jeno— knowing well of her reaction— kicked Donghyuck's chair, making the boy shift uncomfortably. "Yah! Lee Jeno!"
Donghyuck retracted his hand and used it to move his body to face the other Lee. Jeno widened his eyes and raised his brows, in a silent language the members understood immediately. Defeated, Hyuck turned around in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He mumbled incoherent words into the air, but it was easily dismissed by the girl beside him, who just wanted to get out of the car and handle everything as quick as she could.
"I'm gonna go now—" she began, yet she was cut off by a concerned Chenle.
"Wait! Someone has to go with you.. just in case y'know?"
"Nothing's gonna happen. I'll just collect my stuff and leave." Rinyoung tried to reason, turning her head towards the back seats, in hopes of reassuring the boys. "I'll call Jisung or something if anything happens. I think it's best if I go alone."
Dream knew she was right, and that they wouldn't win the argument either way, so they gave up and nodded their heads slowly. A tight lip smile appeared on Rinyoung's face, appreciating the boys as they didn't cross any lines or chose to argue against her wishes.
"I'll be back." She whispered before hopping out of the dark van, and making her way towards the grand front doors. Bricks piled on her shoulders and weighed down her confidence and strength. She never wanted to step foot into this property again. And it was visible as day as the boys watched her dropped shoulders slowly disappear into the home.
"Jisung..." The eerie silence was broken by the boy who sat up front and his menacing tone of voice. Donghyuck's eyes had narrowed into mere slits as he glared at the youngest through the rear view mirror.
"Uh.. yes, hyung?"
"Why do you have her number?"
. . .
"It's been ten minutes and 43, 44, 45–" Renjun slapped his hand over Jaemin's mouth, silencing him from speaking any further.
"Just say 11 minutes." He grumbled, still pressing his palm against the Na's lips.
Jaemin squinted his eyes in a glare, his brows furrowing together. Eventually fed up of being shushed, he licked the boy's hand, causing Renjun to quickly retract it and drag it down Jeno's shirt sleeve. "Did you seriously just lick my hand?!"
