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coterie: the poker chip (2/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: cha junho and y/n

a/n: mentions of violence, and cursing, so proceed with caution. LONG AF.

the next morning, you found a file that junho must’ve slid underneath your door, which contains all the info for his next kill. you don’t see it until you’re out of bed. once you look through it, you decide to draft some plans, with logistics as to how you think you wanna set it up. at this point, you’ve drafted several ideas when your stomach lets out a groan. finally deciding to give into your bodily needs, you quickly call soonja for a cup of coffee and some food, which comes up within five to ten minutes. you have your breakfast and once you think you’ve narrowed down your list enough, you make your way to junho’s room. rapping on the door, you wait as you decipher some activity from the other side of the door, and then it opens to reveal junho. “good morning, y/n. it’s 7:30, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago?” you squinted at him, “don’t worry, I was up and about by 7, I just didn’t know I had to report to you,” and you explained to him that you were definitely awake and you were working on some ideas early in the morning so that you had something to take to him. “I didn’t wanna be here empty handed, that’s why I took so long to be here.” junho nods his head understandingly, and says, “no problem, just let me know beforehand so I can take care of other things. for now, come sit, and show me what you have so far.” and so you do. one hour goes by, and you’re giving him details to one of the many ideas you jotted down, and junho’s attention starts to waver; so he fixes his gaze on you. you’re looking down at a notebook, but that doesn’t change the way you animatedly move your hands around, or you don’t notice the smidge of pen you managed to get on the side of your nose, or how there are strands of hair falling at just the angle to frame your face. his gaze carries a fascination and there’s something there that he hasn’t felt before, but is quickly whisked away from these thoughts as he now sees you calling his name a few times. “hmm? I apologize, I zoned out.” he tells you, a strange heat starting to settle on the back of his neck. “you don’t have to be so formal with me, you know? if we’re gonna work together, you should relax a bit.” you sigh out, before going over the gist of the plan again. this time, junho pays attention, but he’s feeling as embarrassed as ever.

you settled on a plan, and went over it a few times to make it as flawless as you possibly could. one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know, here comes the day to execute the plan. junho needed to target a man who had been buying drugs from x1, but had been paying them with counterfeit money. x1 suffered some losses before they learned it was fake money so they waited for the perfect time to pay back the man. this man worked at a small kiosk, just inside the mall. this was a perfect place for junho to commence the plan, so you two decided to go at a time where the mall would be fairly busy. it had worked in your favor since the season was changing which meant that the mall would have dozens of people buying clothes that were now off-season. dongpyo helped you disguise yourself, with a small hearing device and mic in your ear, and junho (although he doesn’t need much, dongpyo insists that junho should put on a wig or glasses or something, so he goes for the glasses.) your job was to somehow bring the spotlight on you, and make it easier for junho to go in for the kill. you two hurriedly leave for the mall and junho finds a place for you to be, which isn’t far from where he needs to go. the mall is crowded as fuck, and you quickly remembered why you don’t do in-person shopping anymore. then you see junho. he’s set you up to sit in a place where you would be able to keep an eye on things going on around him. his gloved hand is in his pocket concealing his pocket blade, and the crowd is really helping him blend in. this is where you create a scene, and so you breathe in, before pushing yourself off of the stairs, falling down and letting out cries. people gasp and rush towards you, making sure you’re okay. you feel some aches and pains that will eventually go away, so you reassure them and they help you sit up, but once you see junho get close enough, you quickly look around him, making sure everyone else is distracted with other things, and the moment he hears your light “go”, he goes in for it. the man gasps and junho leaves the blade, quickly leaving the scene. once the man falls to the floor, and the pool of blood seems to grow, only then do people start causing a commotion. the crowd of people that helped you now rush over to the fallen man, and you see junho approach you, discarding his glove in a trash can before coming up to you. he reaches out a hand, and you take it, but you feel a sharp pain in your foot. you let out a strained gasp, and your eyes shut closed. junho’s eyebrows furrow at this and he bends down, asking, “are you okay? where does it hurt?” tears have formed in the corners of your eye and you can barely make out his features. you point to your leg and junho notices that your ankle is swollen. you must’ve broken it, as a result of your fall. you try to hold in any sounds, biting down on your lip so hard it may start bleeding. junho maneuvers you so that he is now carrying you, and he takes you back to the house. after some time, you’re in your bed, with a cast around your foot. you did break your ankle, and because of that, you can’t help junho, at least not for a few weeks. you have pain medicine and are told to stay in bed. that night you feel worthless, like you’re no good here, you screwed up on the first day. 

junho leaves your room later that night, being by your side and getting you anything you needed, and he waited until you fell asleep before he got up and went to his own room. when he reached his room, he saw yohan waiting outside, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as he set his gaze on junho. “well? care to explain why you waited in that girl’s room for hours? as far as I know whenever one of us has injured themselves, you’ve never stayed to help us out.” junho clears his throat before responding, “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but the reason I waited in y/n’s room for so long was because I feel bad for her. I was the one who got her into all this and the fact that it hasn’t even been a few days ever since she started working with me just makes me feel worse.” junho invites the older boy into his room and they talk for a bit, until yohan gets a phone call. he steps out to take it, and when he gets back, he tells junho, “anyways, I came here to tell you that we went to the police to get the guy and he’s dead, for sure. there was too much blood loss by the time they got to the scene, and so they pronounced him dead. seungwoo says that you can lay low for a bit, because it doesn’t seem like you’ve got any new assignments coming in for a while. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you soon,” and yohan departs, leaving junho to the silence of his room. as yohan heads out, he can’t help but feel like something is different. he doesn’t know what it is, but there’s something... not junho. he shakes off the feeling and then sighs, continuing to make his way to seungwoo. for the next few days, you experience the same cycle: you wake up, and you call soonja up to help you freshen up, and she brings you breakfast. you catch up on some reading, you watch your drama, you overall are doing whatever else there is to do besides being mobile. then junho comes in your room, and helps you out with stuff, whether it be cleaning, or getting you food, or bringing you books from the library, you name it. during this time is when you also learn a little more about junho. the robotic image you initially painted him in fades to this smart, unknowingly sarcastic young man, who’s been nothing but a big help towards you. still, you can’t help but feel like you’re the reason things are where they are. when you ask him about his assignments, he brushes it off by telling you he has none. but you refuse to believe it, because with a gang this big, they have to always be busy. he insists that seungwoo told him that he didn’t have to worry about anything at the moment, and you hesitantly give in. then he’ll have dinner with you and wait until you’re asleep before he leaves. and yohan’s been watching the whole thing go down over the course of the last few days, keeping an especially close eye on junho. he’s been acting differently and is talking much more and wow, is junho fucking smiling? out of nowhere, too? yohan decided that enough is enough and he goes to look for you. 

you hear a knock on your door, and when you ask for them to come in, you are shocked to see yohan standing there, nervously playing with his hands. “can I talk to you?” you are taken aback; the boys have been friendly, including yohan but you haven’t had a proper conversation with any one of them. “sure,” you reply, curious for what’s about to happen. he approaches closer to you, and sits at the edge of your bed. the gears seem to be shifting in his head, and when he looks like he’s gathered all his thoughts. he asks you, “what magic have you done?” you don’t quite know what he’s talking about and he is hesitant, but breathes out, “it’s just so shocking to me to see what you have done in a few days that we’ve been trying to get junho to do over the last couple of years.” “I still don’t really get where this is going,” you tell him, and yohan nods, before starting, “ junho was raised in an orphanage. he saw how people came, with hope in their eyes, ready to take someone home with them and more than once, he thought he would be the lucky one to leave. ever since he fathomed the idea, it seemed, it always ended the same way; someone else was being adopted, and he was left there. it wasn’t until he was eighteen when he left. this life and society had thrown many curve balls his way, and it was early that he decided he wasn’t going to conform. he started to break the rules: he stole, he created havoc,” yohan paused, sighed out and then continued, “ one day, junho had noticed that there was someone following him for the past few days and unbeknownst to him, was also watching him commit whatever crimes he did from afar. that someone was seungwoo. he told me that he went up to junho and asked him,“why are you behaving this way?” and junho shrugged, emotionless. he was used to being at the sideline, and not having to answer properly wasn’t new. seungwoo sighed and dropped his head, almost in thought, before he looked up at junho again. “come with me. you seem like you could use a job. and a home.” that was how junho met seungwoo. and since then junho’s been an integral member of the gang. I had very quickly become his best friend on the team, and we still are. yet, if there was one thing about him that hadn’t changed, it was that he never shared his feelings about anything with anyone. he always bottled everything up; no one knew how he released it. sure, he eventually started to break out of his shell when he was with me and the rest of the boys, but it wasn’t ever consistent. but you,” he looks up at you, “you haven’t even been here a week, and he’s warming up to you. and don’t get me wrong, I’m not upset at all. in fact, I want to thank you. thank you for being so kind to him and being a person that he feels that he can trust.” you can’t help but feel your eyes water a bit, so you quickly blink your tears away and smile at him. “thank you for trusting me with this information. things have started to add up now, I understand so much more about why he is the way he is.” yohan gives you a small smile, and before he can say anything else, you hear a knock on your door. “come in,” you call out and it’s junho. he’s surprised to see yohan sitting there with you, and asks, “what are you doing here?” yohan stands up and wipes his hands on his pants. “I just came to tell y/n that I hope she feels better soon. I should be heading out now.” and he nods at you and junho, before leaving your room. “that’s strange,” junho mumbles, but quickly shakes it off and asks you if you need anything. “if you don’t mind, can you grab some water for me, please?” junho nods affirmatively and leaves your room. the things that yohan has resonated with your perspective of junho’s personality, and you can’t help but start feeling something towards him... you just can’t put a finger on it quite yet.

a few weeks later, you begin to heal. you can move your foot and although it’s not ideal, it gets the job done for now. you are still restricted to movements, but you have the freedom to walk around the house and when you do, you make your way to junho’s room and ask him what it is that he wants you to do next. “I can still do stuff around the house, I just can’t physically go somewhere with you yet.” but he refuses to give you stuff. “ I don’t want you getting hurt again. until you’re absolutely better, you will not be given anything by me.” “but why not? I’m fine, I promise!” you insist that you can do it, but he refuses again. you feel defeated, and maybe it’s just you but your heart feels like there’s a rock on it, and you don’t know what gets into you, because the next thing you know, you storm out of the room, and slam his door shut. you try to make it to your room as fast as you physically can, you make it to your bed and immediately you break down in tears. you’ve never felt so useless. soon, you hear a knock on your door, but you don’t need to see who it is. you hear footsteps and soon the bed dips next to you. the hands that were covering your tear-stained face are moved by a gentler pair of hands, and with blurry vision, you see junho looking at you, sadness in his eyes. “I feel useless. this is all my fault, if it wasn’t for me and my stupid ideas, maybe we could’ve done something different. but please, give me one more chance, I need to get out. please, this time I won’t mess up.” there’s red on the edges of junho’s mocha eyes and you know he has something to say, so you urge him, “there’s something you’re thinking. say it.”

and just like that, he breaks. “the moment I saw you on the mall floor, clutching your leg in pain, I felt like it all could’ve been avoided if I had chosen something else. this was all my fault. the nights you fell asleep here, I’d walk back to my room, and beat myself up because it was my fault you were in pain and believe me, it was definitely not your fault. you’re a smart person, y/n. you’ve come up with ideas that neither me or the boys could’ve come up with. I’m sorry for putting you in that position in thinking that it was your fault. throughout these past few weeks, you’ve taught me a lot: how to joke sarcastically, how to get annoyed (you interrupt him with a ‘hey!’), how to take risks but most of all, how to take care of someone. and when you mentioned doing stuff again, I just.. didn’t want to think about putting you in danger again. so I was selfish, and don’t want to expose you to any more danger. you mean something to me, y/n, and it’s the scariest fucking feeling in the world to think you’ll be in danger again. and I don’t know the logistics or anything, but all I know is that I want to keep you safe.” he finished with tears on his face. at that moment, you could only think of doing one thing, and so you did. you grabbed his face between your hands and you kissed him. at first, he didn’t move, but as your lips moved, his did too, and soon, he held your waist carefully. after some time, you pull away and junho moves a strand of hair away from your face. “I want you to trust me, junho. let me work with you again. I promise I’ll stay out of danger. for you. for us.” and with that you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, finding solace in his body heat. truly there are so many things you’ve taught junho. you’ve done the impossible: breaking the once reserved boy out of his shell, and you taught him how to love life, no matter what. because when it comes to moments like these, it’s always going to be worth it.

a/n: aaand that’s a wrap on junho! did you expect him to be the poker chip? if not, who’d you think it was? lmk in the comments and as always, thanks for being patient!! also,,, might be working on some new series shhhhhhh xoxo sweetdejun <3