bloodied up pt.2

member: kris wu + the appearance of suho

summary: safely freeing you from suho’s grasp, he’s still deep in thought as to what would have happened if he had lost you.

genre: lil bit of angst + fluff + action

word count: 708

>> masterlist // about me <<

previously: you were held hostage by suho, the rival mafia leader to kris. kris tries to figure where you are before time runs out for both of you. 

with endless talking from suho, the heat in the warehouse was getting to you. your vision gradually became impaired and beads of sweat were trailing down your face. yet, you knew you had to do intervene all of this, whether you were going to get hurt in the process or not.

soon, suho left the room making you the only person in the area. “stay put, or else i will make sure you’ll be surrounded by a pool of blood,” he warned, attempting to scare you. now that he had left you an open opportunity, you tried to quietly manoeuvre yourself towards the table that the knife had been laying on all this time. not only that, but, you had eyed the gun on the table to which compelled you to remove the ammunition incase in the near future he decided to kill you with it.

after successfully grabbing it, you sneakily returned back to your previous position, acting as if nothing had happened. sticking to your instincts, you immediately try to cut the taut rope that had been restricting most of your movements. fortunately, you were able to remove it before he arrived. still placing your hands behind your back, you watched while he was stocking up his ammunitions and variety of weapons.

knowing that you had to avert him from commencing his plans to murder kris, you put up an act of yourself in pain. loudly groaning in feigned discomfort, you shut your eyes tightly. as the impression of footsteps nearing you got stronger, you clutched your knife tightly in your grasp before opening your eyes. within in a flash, you headbutted him and stood up, positioning yourself to defend from his imminent attacks.

hissing from the pain, he staggered backwards giving you the opportunity to kick him right in the diaphragm. having gotten the wind knocked out of him, he fell on his back, coughing intensely. slowly he got up and started throwing jabs towards you. being highly skilled with martial arts, you were able to block most of his hits and started to take the lead. however, the heat in the confined place was getting to you and you felt your body giving up on you.

the more you were trying to throw punches at him, the more energy was sucked out of your body. right when you were about to fall into a heap, you could hear the heavy and rapid movement of footsteps towards you. gradually the area got more boisterous with fighting occurring in the background accompanied by raucous grunts and roars. you could feel yourself in suho’s clutch with his pistol on your temple, close enough to slit your throat. trying to budge out of his grip, it was unsuccessful with your weak physique and his powerful strength.

“y/n!” kris yelled at the sight of you. he tried to advance towards suho but earned a threat. “come near her and she dies!” suho howled, causing kris to stop in his tracks. understanding the peril situation, he tried to pacify the impulsive suho. even though kris was persuading suho to put down the knife multiple times, it was getting to nowhere.

amidst both of them talking, you used all your force into knocking him backwards once again with your head. the knife that you had all along in your hands was now to good use for stabbing him. the movements had already tired you out, making you weaker than ever.

“it’s gonna be okay, you’re here with me,” kris cooed, embracing you tightly, then cradling you in his warm arms. you wrapped your arms around him, engulfed in the comfort of his body. carefully picking you up as if he was almost too afraid to break you in your fragile state, he carried you bridal style, still in a shocked and terrified state because he could’ve lost you, the person that he sought happiness from. the only one who wouldn’t abandon him no matter what. the one who was the sole source of his purpose to live. if he hadn’t arrived in time, what would’ve happened to you? blood on his hands, just like suho had said?

i had to repost this because it wasn’t supposed to be scheduled that day oops anyways, this scenario (pt.2 of bloodied up) is dedicated to @catching-the-galaxies who requested for a kris wu mafia au! it was my first time using this type of writing style, so i was a little bit hesitant to post this. but, i hope y’all enjoy this terrible piece of writing i don’t even know why i put this out when it’s terrible

-zoe

semi-hiatus

guys, i’ll be on a semi-hiatus but i have scheduled some writings to come up every week :) i have been having a hard time juggling tumblr and my studies these days. since i have an upcoming exam that i have been preparing since april, i thought that i’d need to get my head together. 

but, i hope that y’all will still enjoy the writings that i put out !! 

-zoe

bloodied up pt.1

member: kris wu with the appearance of suho 

summary: clinging tightly on your dear life, kris tries to figure where you are as suho holds you hostage

genre: lil bit of angst + fluff + action

word count: 507

>> masterlist // about me <<

your eyes were welcomed by the blinding ceiling lights and the heavy pungent of chemicals and corroded metal. you groan in pain as you felt a pang in your head and the bright lights piercing your sensitive eyes. assuming by the absolute silence and what your senses have caught on, you were located in a warehouse. soon enough, you realised that your hands were tightly cuffed behind a wooden chair that restricted most of your movements. 

then emerged a silhouette from the shadow. it hit you, you recalled sacrificing yourself secretly to the rival mafia business so that kris wouldn’t have to go through this whole ordeal. as that thought crossed your mind, you soon found yourself in a life or death situation. however, you were ready to fight your way through this no matter what, even if it meant dying in the process of killing the head of the mafia that was now holding you hostage. 

“so you’re the most special thing to him,” he said, his voice deep and raspy, almost too familiar to a person you know. “it can’t be, not him,” you thought.

you found yourself reeled from shock, staring at kris’ dearest and backstabbing friend, suho. 

“you look shocked. don’t be. you don’t know me that well to assume that i’m just beside him to become his right-hand man,” he declared with his low and deep voice, as if his personality did a whole 180 rotation. “you’re valuable, but he’s more valuable to me than you. but it would be a waste not to play with a pretty little you are, don’t you think?” he teased, earning a spit from you. 

clearly annoyed, he wiped his face before you felt an electrifying pain flowing from your ribs throughout your body. “try it again and i’ll make sure he won’t see you ever again,” suho warned, silencing your actions. just as he finished his sentence, a ringing from a phone sounded loudly. 

“well look who it is, mr saviour himself. have you finally come to your senses?” suho asked, the cockiness present in his words. as he put on speakerphone, you could sense the apprehension and impatience in kris’ voice. yet, it sounded so stable to the point where it would be unnoticeable to others. “tell me where she is you son of a bitch” he demanded, his furiousity intensifying by the minute. “let’s play a game. if you don’t find her in 30 minutes, she dies. i’ll make sure that pretty face of hers will have a bullet in it,” suho taunted. “don’t you dare lay a god damn finger on her!” kris yelled. 

trying to scream out to him not to come on top of your lungs, only muffled sounds were emitted through your taped mouth. grabbing his knife, he swiped it through your arm making you hiss in excruciating pain. “y/n!” kris shouted, desperate to know if you were okay. “tick tock goes the clock kris. or else, the only thing you’ll have left is her blood on your hands.”

it’s 2 fucking 20 in the morning, i’m dying here help. this scenarios is dedicated to @catching-the-galaxies , who requested it :) thought i’d split it into two parts because it’s way too fucking long. but i hope you enjoy the first part and sorry for taking so long to write this, it took me forever to come up with a story line. 

-zoe