This One Shot has become a full story that goes by the name of "The White Lily" in the meantime. Here is the cover for it, and you can find it on my profile.

If you choose to read here, kindly note that the first chapter of "The White Lily" and this one shot are almost identical, slight changes made.

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"Find and kill CB97."

"That's impossible."

"It's not, if you wanna get out of here."

"Fuck you."

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't forget who you're fucking speaking to, bitch." Boss said, while pointing his loaded gun at me. "I'm giving you two options here. You either kill him, or you leave this place dead."

"I don't even know what he looks like or what his real name is!" I retorted.

"Look, that's not my fucking problem. I think I'm giving you a pretty good offer here. Most don't get to leave this place alive at all. So you either do what I'm asking, or you don't and suffer the consequences. You know the rules." He screamed harshly.

I knew he was right. Leaving a mafia wasn't as simple as submitting a resignation letter when you get tired of your job.

You couldn't simply leave a mafia.

Someone who's outside is a risk to the others' safety. Anyone who's out becomes a target.

In my gang, the rules state that, if you do wish to leave, you have the opportunity to do so, providing you complete the mission Boss gives you.

More often than not, though, the mission proves itself to be simply impossible. Some give up on leaving, some get killed while attempting to do so.

I believe no one's ever managed to complete it. There are only rumours that some people have, but there's no actual proof. And as they say – only believe what's in front of your eyes.

So, why would I want to go through this just to leave, you might ask?

It's pretty simple: this gang's rules no longer coincide with my life views. In fact, they never have, but even more so lately. My boss makes me take innocent lives. I am forced to kill families, children... I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't mind killing bastards as long as they deserve it, but I'm drawing the line at infants who can't even speak, let alone be guilty of anything.

~

There's been three weeks after the pretty chat with my boss.

I've heard through the grapevine that SKZ Mafia will be hosting a party at their house and made some plans on how to get in.

I've faked my identity, posing as a millionaire's wife, and entered the premises quite easily, wearing a classy but slutty long black dress, under which I've hidden a dagger, strapped to the back of my thigh.

The plan for tonight is to use my good looks to find out who exactly CB97 was, seduce him, take him to bed and kill him when he's most vulnerable.

I'm even willing to lose my innocence if that would guarantee my freedom.

The success rate for this plan is dim, though, maybe 15% on a lucky day.

However, I feel pretty lucky today.

~

I'm two hours in, when suddenly I get approached by someone.

"Bored?" the mysterious man said, placing his hand on my back.

I smirked cunningly seeing the man and thought that maybe I could get some information from him if I flirted a bit.

"Not at all. Just enjoying the wine and taking in the atmosphere. This place looks amazing. Just to my taste." I looked him from head to toe and gave him a suggestive look.

"Thank you." The answer made me rise a brow.

"What for?" I teased.

"For the compliments on my mansion, of course."

"CB97, then? I didn't expect you to be so young."

"You didn't expect me to me so hot." He whispered to my ear, which made my cheeks turn red.

Thanks god for make-up. 

"I noticed you've been fucking me with your eyes from the moment you saw me."

"Are you always so cheeky?" I turned to face him and put one arm over his shoulder, grabbing at his shirt and pulling his body closer.

He is attractive, not gonna lie.

"Are you always so bold?" he returned my question and brought his face closer to mine, our lips almost touching.

"Mhm. I am. So how about we take this upstairs?" CB97 chuckled hearing my proposal.

"Wouldn't your millionaire husband have something to say about that?"

"Like I give a shit about what he thinks." I scoffed. "Look at you." I flirted and bit my bottom lip playfully, eyeing him from under my long eyelashes.

CB97 showed me his teeth through a sly smile and grabbed my hand in his, guiding me upstairs.

"Let's get going, then. The night's still young."

~

He led me to an exquisite room that had a master bed with fresh linen on top.

Without missing a beat, CB97 pushed me on the bed and kissed me hard. I don't know if the wine was getting to my head, but his plum lips tasted so sweet, almost addictive; I was mesmerised by how good he felt on top of me.

CB97 licked my upper lip, as if asking for permission, so I bravely stuck out my tongue a bit, touching his.

He was quick to respond, sucking on my tongue and continuing to kiss me deeper and deeper.

Don't forget why you're here, Y/N.

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, if that was even possible. His kisses were making me drunk, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

All of a sudden, he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Just wanted to let you know that I like it a little rough." He said with a stern face, taking my hands in his and putting them above my head, locking them in place with one hand, while he took off his belt with the other.

He was strong, I couldn't move from his grip.

I didn't have any time to protest as he skilfully tied the belt tightly around my wrists. He then stood up on the bed and grabbed my body, turning me around, so that my face was buried in the sheets.

This is dangerous.

"I'd prefer if I had more control." I chuckled, hoping the man would release me, and turned my head to the right to look at him, resting my left cheek on the bed.

His eyes were dark, but his face showed a blank expression. He looked at me coldly, as he pressed his whole weight on top of me, his crotch pressing firmly on my ass, and moved my hair to free my neck. There was a powerful contrast between his action and his words. He kissed my neck gently, but what he whispered in my ear made my skin crawl.

"Why, so you could kill me, Y/N?"

My heart rose up my throat. How does he know my real name?

I swallowed my saliva and tried to calm down. My chest started hurting, as my heart beat faster and faster.

Fear.

That's how I felt.

I was scared.

CB97 traced his hand on the length of my leg and felt the dagger on my thigh.

"Is this what you wanted to use to kill me with?" he asked mockingly, taking the dagger out, admiring it, and pressing its' blade firmly on my neck, not strong enough to pierce my skin, but enough to feel its coldness. "I like your style."

"Nice dagger, huh?" I tried hiding how I was really feeling behind this stupid joke.

Who betrayed me?

"Indeed. But damn, you really are bold, coming into my house like you own the place and planning to kill me in my own bed."

Fuck.

I am genuinely scared.

I will die.

What should I do?

"So, why kill me, babygirl?"

I scoffed as his choice of nickname and smirked.

"What, didn't your informant give you all the details?" I mocked.

"Oh, baby, he did. Just wanted to check if the stories matched."

When I stayed silent, he continued.

"Cause if they do, I feel sorry for you. You've been sent to the wolf's lair, only for the wolf to be informed that you're coming for his neck. Only to be betrayed."

"... Who told you?"

CB97 smirked. "Your boss."

"WHAT?!" I asked surprised, trying to turn around, but he kept me in place with his weight.

"Sit tight, will you?"

I sighed.

"It must hurt horribly to be sold out like that by your family." he whispered in my ear.

"What family? Those bastards aren't my family."

Even if I didn't consider them as family, as they say you should once you join a mafia, CB97 was right. Betrayal did hurt like hell.

Feeling some stubborn tears forming in the corners of my eyes, I turned my head, so that my face would be buried in the sheets.

It wasn't the first time I've been close to dying.

No, far from that, actually.

But it was the first time I've been so... helpless.

It was the first time no one was coming to help.

Boss wanted to get rid of me, so he sent me here to die.

All hope is lost.

I will die.

I started shaking under CB97 as I tried to control the tears.

Fuck, this is not the time to be emotional, Y/N.

I cleared my throat and tried to think of something else, to divert my attention from the feelings of betrayal and from fear, as I knew my last moments were approaching.

"Hey, since I'm going to die soon anyway, what's your real name?"

"Curious?" CB97 smirked.

"Mhm." I replied defeated. "You know mine, might as well let me know yours as well. I'll quite literally take it to my grave, so it doesn't matter to you either way. It won't hurt you."

CB97 got off me and turned me around again, so that my back was firmly pressed against the mattress. He got on top of me and caressed my face with his thumbs, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

I hated this.

He will see my tears. He will see how weak I am.

"Say please?"

"Pff. As if I would." I rolled my eyes so far back, I almost saw my brain for a second.

"No longer curious?"

"Just wanted to put a name to your pretty face before you kill me, that's all."

Repeating it out loud, the realisation that I was going to die hit me again.

I tried to swallow back the tears, but I couldn't stop them. They started flowing, rolling off my face.

"Shhh, don't cry baby." CB97 said soothingly, as he continued to brush his hands on my face and wipe of the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

He was giving me a fake comfort, I knew that, but I allowed myself to get relaxed under his touch and to pretend that everything would be alright.

"Do you hate me?" he asked, searching my face for the truth.

"No."

"Even though I'm about to kill you?"

I tensed at his words.

"I don't hate you." I answered truthfully. "I hate the situation I put myself in, that got me in your bed tonight. But I don't hate you, CB97."

"Bang Chan."

"Huh?"

"That's my name."

"Bang Chan... okay." I nodded softly. "Turns out my key to freedom will be my demise." I smiled sadly and looked into his eyes. "Your name has a nice ring to it. It suits you."

"Yours too."

"Please do me a favour and finish me off quickly, hm?" I continued and closed my eyes, waiting for Bang Chan to take my life.

Instead, I was met with a soft peck on my lips.

"I can still be your key to freedom." He said, trailing soft kissing down my neck, sucking small bruises on it.

I whimpered under his touch and clenched my thighs. I wasn't supposed to feel like this, I was on my death bed, but I was dripping wet just from his whispers and touches.

"What, if I let you fuck me, you'll let me go?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Let me fuck you? Babygirl, I don't need you to let me do anything. I know you want it as much as me." As he said this, he traced two of his fingers on my slit, through my panties, feeling my horniness. I was mad at my body for betraying me like this, but he was right the second time this night.

I was lusting over his body.

He didn't remove my panties, but he pressed his two fingers firmly on my clit, applying pressure, before rubbing it a little, causing me to moan.

"See what I mean? I'm not blind, Y/N." he whispered more in my ear, licking my earlobe, sending me into overdrive.

"However, if you don't want it, I won't touch you any further." He got off of me and freed my arms, pulling me in a seated position and handing me my dagger.

"Just know that I can still be your key to freedom, only if you want me to be."

I took it from his hand unsurely and thought for a bit.

I couldn't kill him. He was way more powerful than me.

And even if I managed to strike him down, the other members probably knew we were inside and were either waiting for us, or watching us closely.

Even if I somehow escaped this mansion, Boss wanted me dead. It wouldn't matter if I'd free myself from here.

I'm dead, either way.

And the only way to make sure I die on my terms is...

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and quickly pointed the dagger at my throat, sending my arm as powerfully as I could towards my carotid artery.

Penetrating this artery would most likely result in a quick death. I would bleed out quickly, it would only hurt for a few minutes.

~

"What the fuck?!" I heard Bang Chan's voice loud and clear, and although I braced myself for the blade's fury, I could only feel my hand being hold back forcefully.

I opened my eyes, shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." was the only thing I could blurt out, as Chan took the dagger out of my knife.

"What the actual fuck, Y/N. That was a test to see if I can trust you not to kill me, but I wasn't expecting you to try and commit suicide. For fuck's sake." He spit out.

"I'm... sorry?" I said, unsure of what just happened and why he's stopped me. Quite annoyed, I ranted "Why did you stop me? Just kill me already! I'm ready to die!" tears streaming down my face once again.

"I don't want to kill you. It'd be a waste of talent. So how about we make a deal? Join SKZ, and let's get revenge on that old bastard together. I've always hated his guts, you wanted to leave his mafia anyway. He'll think you died, we'll have enough time to plan his death."

"Wh-"

"So, what do you say?"

"I – I don't know. I mean, yes, but, how can you trust me? Aren't you taking a big risk here?"

"You should learn to keep your pretty mouth shut sometimes; it might make some overthink their decisions if you plant doubt like that." He caressed my cheek. "Not me, though, my intuition tells me to trust you."

"O-okay. B-but, I want to be free to choose things for myself. I don't want to be a bird in a cage if I choose to... join you."

"No one in SKZ is here forcefully. My only request is to kill that bitch, but other than that, you're free to do whatever you please. Once he's dead, you can start a new life somewhere else, or you can continue to stay here. Whichever you want."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"But why?"

"Your questions are getting annoying."

"So... how should we seal the deal?" I asked, Chan picking up on my underlying question.

"So you do want my body tonight, huh?" he smirked, closing the distance between our lips and laying me on the bed again.

Our kisses were even more intense than before, both of us hungry for the other's touch.

"Fuck, you're hot." I mouthed in between the wet kisses we were sharing.

Chan moaned at that and stopped, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I want you so much, I could break you."

I nodded quickly, before I answered shyly. "I am, but..."

"But?" he raised a brow.

"Don't laugh."

Chan was now even more confused now, but he nodded in agreement, so I took a deep breath and confessed, quietly.

"I'm a virgin."

"WHAT? How the fuck, when you look like that?" he asked, surprised.

"It's just... no one's made me feel horny before. But you, fuck, I want you." I cursed, looking at the bulge in his pants and feeling my legs clenching again. "Please take care of me."

"Such a needy girl." He praised.

Chan grunted and kissed me again, his tongue deeper than before.

"Baby, I might be a monster to most, but tonight, I'll be a gentleman to you."

He quickly took off his shirt, exposing his toned abs, and continued leaving wet trails on my neck.

Each time his lips grazed my skin, I could feel my skin burning, and I moaned with pleasure under his every touch.

He made me stand up so he could take off my dress, leaving my body bare in front of him.

"Damn." He exclaimed, as he pulled my body closer, his hands touching me everywhere.

His mouth was going lower and lower, and I whined in anticipation. I wanted his tongue connecting to my core, but instead, he decided to tease me, not touching me where I needed him most.

He kissed my thighs, sometimes his teeth grazing my soft skin and making me moan again and again.

"Please, touch me."

Chan chuckled. "Where?"

I groaned. I couldn't wait anymore, so I grabbed a chunk of his hair and pointed his head at my crotch.

"You're lucky this is your first time, otherwise I would've punished you like hell for this."

Even though his tone was harsh, Chan complied and gently licked my core.

The pleasure was too much, my knees growing weaker, and soon enough I fell on the bed.

"Can't handle it, baby? We just started."

He pushed me further on the bed and made sure we both sat comfortably, before he started eating me out again.

His tongue circled my clit, licking everywhere.

He started kissing his way up my lips and engulfed me in a passionate kiss. After a sloppy kiss, he moved his mouth to my neck again, pushing two of his fingers into my mouth.

"Suck." He commanded, and I listened and sucked on them to the best of my ability.

"Good girl." He praised, before his lips met mine again.

He took the two fingers to my slit and started rubbing me slowly. I couldn't even kiss him right, because I moaned each time he moved.

"Never did this before, baby?"

I shook my head.

"Then you're gonna love this."

As he said that, he slowly inserted his index finger, his mouth moving to my right breast, sucking on my nipple gently.

He was moving the finger in and out, and when he noticed I've relaxed, he asked:

"Think you can handle one more?"

As the words left his mouth, he put his middle finger inside as well, earning another small moan from me.

His hand movements were slow, but he was hitting all the right spots, making me pant for air and put my arms around his neck, pointing his mouth to my neck, place he gladly took as he began to kiss my neck gently.

Just as I was reaching my high, he pulled his fingers out.

"Wh-" I looked at him with doe eyes, not understanding why he stopped.

"You're so needy." Chan chuckled. "Soon, baby."

Chan unzipped his pants; his bulge was even more obvious now, through his underwear, which he was quick to take off.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked so hot, his body toned and his member... quite impressive.

"Like what you see?"

I licked my lips and stood up a bit, pulling him above me and kissing him. His tip was now aligned with my entrance, and he groaned as he slowly started to push in.

It was painful. So painful, that I dug my nails in his back. Small tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Mhm. It does."

"Want me to stop?"

"No."

He caressed my face with his thumbs as he continued to push in me, in an attempt to comfort me.

I whimpered as he worked his whole length inside.

"Shh, I know, baby." He comforted me again. "Just relax, it will feel better soon, I promise."

He picked up the pace, stretching my walls, and I could feel the pain being replaced with something different. A new kind of pleasure.

"You fit me so well, baby. You're so good." Chan praised me, moans escaping his lips.

Instead of hovering over me, he changed positions and stood on his knees, taking my legs and placing them on his shoulders, supporting my body weight as my bum was no longer touching the sheets.

Like this, he was reaching even deeper than before, touching my G-spot.

"Fuck, you're doing amazing. Right there, baby. Please keep it up." I praised him as well, watching as his face contorted with pleasure.

Just a few thrusts more made me reach a powerful climax and grab the sheets under me powerfully, while I moaned Chan's name over and over.

His movements were quick to become sloppy, and without warning, he pushed one last time inside before releasing himself in me.

His eyes became big, as he started to frantically apologise.

"Shit. Fuck. I wasn't supposed to... Fuck. I'm so sorry. I couldn't control it. Damn, this never happened before."

"That's okay... I'm on BC."

"On Bang Chan?" he joked and winked, making me slap his hand playfully.

"Why are you on birth control though, if you aren't having any sex? Or weren't, I guess."

"Menstrual issues."

He nodded.

After losing my virginity, I suddenly felt the need to receive some after care and attention.

Fucking hormones, I thought, realising how dumb it was to expect Chan, essentially a cold-hearted mafia leader, to comfort me and make me feel loved.

What a dumb word, love.

I looked down at my hands and an involuntary sigh left my lips.

As I tried to get up in an attempt to find my clothes and get the hell out of this room, my feet gave in and I fell back down on the bed.

"Where are you going, hm?" Chan asked softly, his hand gripping my arm and pulling me next to him, his body engulfing me in a hug.

"I just thought-"

"Let's sleep for now and think tomorrow, okay?"

I allowed myself to relax in his arms and closed my eyes, falling asleep.

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(A/N) don t have unprotected sex, Chan and Y/N are two irresponsible idiots.

So, even though the idea itself is not original, I was thinking of maybe turning this one shot into a story, since the underlaying plot is there already.

If I did, would you like to read it?

Please let me know what you think!

Storm loves youu <33