"I want out! I can't do this anymore." Han spat, slamming his gun on the desk. "Out? It don't work that way. You can't just get out. It's kill or be killed in the jungle, and it's the same in the streets. You take care of you, and nobody else. You get in with a crew and THAT'S your family. You ain't got nowhere else to go, Han. And even if you did, it's too much of a liability to let you leave. Pull yourself together, and remember that Stray Kids is your forever." -TW: extreme violence, abuse, drugs, alcohol, addiction, trauma, CSA, SA/R, and alludes to some other sensitive topics -all works are fictional -this story relies on your own interpretation, feel free to discuss theories in the comments -it's mainly skz but I have a few characters from other kpop groups -mature, read at your own discretion

"We need to have a talk." My fingers trembled as they traced the words on the paper. Y/n. They knew my name. My pulse began to race, breathing increasing significantly. My eyes flicked between my front door and my sliding door out to the patio, ensuring both were securely locked. Panic began to set in as I scurried across the floor and drew the curtains, shutting out any light from the outside world. I should have known. A/N: I do not own any of the characters portrayed within the story separate from my original characters. Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story ⚠️Since this is a mafia fic, there will be depictions of violence, cruelty, mature language, and possible mature scenes, please proceed at your own discretion. - Cross posted on Ao3 and tumblr - ✨️Cover art done beautifully by StreetLightMoth on Instagram✨️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CxglUZBvGJX/?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg==

"don't forget to keep her safe, hwang hyunjin"