Y/N x SEVENTEEN
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I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous...
"Baby... I don't know what I did wrong, why did we have to break up?" Riki's voice was filled with pain, his grip still tight around you. "I swear, this guy is so stubborn," you thought, pushing him away with all your strength until you were finally free.
"For the thousandth time, you didn't do anything wrong. We just didn't work out, okay?" you said, putting as much distance as possible between you and him.
Riki was a good guy-too good. Caring, loving, understanding, he had every quality someone could want. But that was the problem; he was too nice, and you didn't feel like you deserved it. You didn't take things seriously, and you knew that if you didn't end it early, it would only hurt him more. But looking at him now, you realized how wrong you'd been.
"I'm sorry, Riki," you said, your voice softer now as you turned to finally head downstairs. You hurried to the ground floor, feeling his gaze on you until you reached the exit. You placed the trash bag with the others by the side of the building, taking a deep breath as you bent over, hands on your knees.
You watched as Riki's figure retreated, driving away, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Just as you felt a slight relief, another figure caught your eye-a man dressed entirely in black, with a mask covering most of his face and a cap pulled low over his eyes. You'd seen him around the complex before, always looking out of place. You decided not to get involved-whatever his business was, it was none of yours.
Back in your apartment, exhaustion washed over you as you slumped onto the bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly until sleep finally claimed you.
Across town, in a dimly lit meeting room, a man entered, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Eleven figures were already seated around a large table, their faces obscured by shadows. The man took his place, and the one next to him leaned in, whispering, "What took you so long?"
"Seventeen has upgraded their security," the man replied, his voice low. "The new system's protection is too high-I can't hack into it anymore."
The leader at the head of the table slammed his hand down, the sound reverberating through the room. "Shut it. Because of your reckless actions, they found out about the shipments! Now you can't even stay focused!" he shouted, his voice filled with barely contained anger. "Contact those seven boys and the three spies I've placed in each of their stores. Seventeen is already on to us."
The group nodded in agreement, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
The following Tuesday, you were back at work, talking to Yuqi about the argument you had with Heeseung the day before. "Typical sibling fights," Yuqi remarked with a shrug, while you rolled your eyes in response.
"Even if I'm mad, I don't have the right to be. He's the one who raised me," you said, sighing as you fixed the shelves, Yuqi nodding along.
After a brief silence, Yuqi suddenly perked up. "Oh, unnie, do you have any plans for your birthday tomorrow?" she asked, her tone light.
You thought for a moment before shrugging. "Not really. Heeseung said he's busy, and Beomgyu has something going on, so I guess there are no plans this year."
"But unnie, we should still celebrate!" Yuqi insisted, her excitement undimmed. "What if we go clubbing? You've been stressed, and maybe a night out will help you unwind. You always enjoy parties."
You considered her suggestion, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Not a bad idea. I didn't have anything planned, but I guess this could work."
The next day, Shuhua picked you up in her luxurious limo, Yuqi and Minnie already inside. You wore a simple black dress with white off-shoulder puffed sleeves and a slit up the side, practical yet elegant. Your makeup was light, accentuating your natural beauty.
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As soon as you stepped into the car, the girls squealed in delight, their eyes wide with admiration. "You guys act like you've never seen me before," you quipped, rolling your eyes as you took a seat.
"We just wanted to give you extra attention since it's your birthday," Minnie said with a chuckle, the other two nodding in agreement. "Happy birthday, pretty girl," Shuhua added, handing you a pair of designer bags.
"Thank you, girlies," you replied, smiling as you accepted the gifts. Shuhua, ever the generous CEO, had picked out something luxurious, while Yuqi handed you a small box containing a delicate necklace engraved with all your names.
"Aww, this is really sweet," you said, giving Yuqi a hug before slipping on the necklace. The car ride was loud and full of laughter, the four of you enjoying each other's company until you arrived at the club.
The night was going well-too well, perhaps. A few hours in, the girls were already passed out, Minnie was nowhere to be found, Yuqi was slumped over the table, and Shuhua was making out with some random guy. You found yourself alone at the bar, the night still young but already feeling drawn out.
It was just after midnight, and you watched the crowd from above, perched on a stool with your legs crossed and your chin resting in your hand. You were starting to feel the effects of the drinks you'd had when a man walked into the room, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
He was striking-tall, around 178-180 cm, dressed in a slim-fitting, jet-black suit that accentuated his lean frame. The suit's fabric caught the light with a subtle sheen, perfectly tailored to his body. Underneath, a crisp white shirt contrasted sharply against the dark suit, the collar open just enough to reveal a glimpse of his collarbone. His deep burgundy tie added a splash of color, and a simple silver tie pin completed the look. His hair, slightly tousled yet meticulously styled, framed his sharp jawline, softening the intensity of his gaze. The way he carried himself-with a quiet confidence and a subtle, knowing smile-commanded the room's attention.
His presence was magnetic, and despite yourself, being tipsy, you found yourself drawn into his presence. After a few moments of talking, the next thing you knew is that you had your lips all over his already.
-AEYA HERE!: YNNIE??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? ಥ‿ಥ and who is that man? (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)