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15.Tell Your Friends - BTS Mafia Au

'She is water: soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away'

The low bay window in his living room was where you’d found him, sleepless and drained, his hair was askew, messy and you had mixed feelings about it.

When you entered, his eyes remained on the streets well below the high rise, where midday traffic eased along and the snow on the patches of grass that separated pedestrians from a maze of tail lights had not yet melted.

A re-run of a sitcom played in the background, you wondered if even heard what was playing. He hadn’t acknowledged you, though you knew he’d heard you step out of his bedroom, even if you were barefoot.

Your feet had faltered as you stepped forward, the soles swapping icy marble for the pristine white rug that lay in his perfect living room. He did not live in this room and you knew that.

'How is he?' you finally asked, unsure of your words.

'He’s fine'

You both knew Hoseok was not fine, but he seemed to spare the gory details.

'He’s in a private hospital in Busan, he’ll be there for the next 48 hours at least ' he continued

It was Christmas week, but there seemed to be little cheer in the air that surrounded you both.

The cigarette smoke bellowed in through the open patio doors, the smoker flicking the ash down onto the city below.

'Can I go see him?' you stuttered, your words just above a whisper.

'Why would you want to see him?' he asked, pressing the cigarette up to his mouth again. His eyes narrowed, barely, so little that you thought you’d imagined it.

'Cause he's my friend' your eyebrows furrowed, confused at how little empathy the man seemed to have.

“You need to focus on what we are trying to do right now” he stated chastely, turned to face you fully now, his hips sliding against the wall, before resting against it.

“I’m not going back to that club” you managed to say, as courage seemed to form in your voice.

“Oh yeah? You’d prefer to go to Taehyungs little palace?”

His lips curved up into a smile as you said nothing. You grit your teeth, fists tightening as you took a strained breath.

“Didn’t think so”

He turned back to looking at the city after this, once again savouring the cigarette smoke. His hand rested on the window sill again, his knuckles were bony and scarred, like carvings on wood.

As you turned to leave he’d spoken again, amusement attached to his tone.

“Not tonight sweetheart, you’re too fucked in the face for anyone to look at you”

It was then that the searing hot pain returned to your grazed knees, cuts from where gravel had serrated your skin. Your face was itchy from the dried blood that had formed on your forehead overnight. You wordlessly left the room, your feet traipsing past the blood stained pillow you had awoken to, towards Min Yoongi’s pristine en-suite.

You almost winced at your reflection.

Your lip was plump and red, and not the type of aesthetic that models promote, as the reddish tinge on your lips was not the product of a lipstick. You pursed them together, tight and uncomfortable to move, coagulated blood lining your bottom lip. Your forehead was similar, although some of the wound was still sticky, the substance oozing from it glossy in fluorescent bathroom light.

There was something twisted about the porcelain tiles beneath your feet. The Mr and Mrs vanity that you stood in between. The spotless mirror which failed to show anything but your flaws. Your dark circles appeared minor against the grazed skin of your right cheek.

Your fingers traipsed over the red raised skin on your cheek, then the large gash on your eyebrow, your lower lip crusty with dry blood. He was behind you in the mirror then, wordless, as always.

You'd heard the patio door slide closed and assumed he would leave, to wherever he planned on going, without you.

Tired eyes stared back into yours. He caught your hand and placed it down by your side.

“They’ll fade” he commented, flicking cigarette ash into the sink before he eventually discarded it;. His eyes met yours, his dark circles prominent from a sleepless night, his skin was tired, chin darkened from where his five o clock shadow had been forgot the night previous and left to develop into stubble.

You’d never really seen him unkept. Even the first night you’d met he was impossibly well dressed and composed, save for bloody knuckles and sweat on his brow.

“You need to clean them” he uttered, softly, as if trying to persuade you

His hand remained on your wrist, even though your own had long since given up tracing the newly formed wounds and soon to be scars on your face.

Tears welled in your eyes, against your will, you couldn’t handle the rejection of Yoongi scoffing, leaving at the sight of you emotional. But he hadn’t moved, his expression was the same.

You wondered if he saw you as the emotional teary eyed girl you always seemed to be around him, or the self righteous brat who he had ended up with.

Sometimes you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care what this man thought of you. But you knew that was a lie.

His grip on your wrist tightened as his other palm caught your shoulder, alerting you to meet his eyes again.

“You’re tougher than you look”

Your silence made him continue.

“When I first met you, I’d have pegged you to cave three weeks in”

His cigarette had been discarded and his thumb rubbed your shoulder.

“Maybe I should have, maybe nobody would have gotten hurt” you commented, refusing to look at him

“Being hurt comes with the job baby”

The way the nickname rolled off his tongue was sinful at least and you didn't like how much it affected you. He was so close, closer than he'd ever been to you before. You were sure if you took even the smallest step back that his body would be flush against you.

You wanted it to be.

You wanted him to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything was fine.

It was the first time you realised that he was trying to comfort you, the best he knew how. Behind closed doors, away from the watchful eye of anyone who knew him.

Cause you didn't really know him.

You weren’t sure he really knew you.

Your eyes finally met his, he had been drawing circles on your wrist with his thumb. It was the most gentle you'd seen him. In presence, demeanour and touch. His head had tilted, barely noticeable as you continued to stare at him, in the mirror. His dress shirt was wrinkled, his pants creased from the indents his limbs had made as he slept.

You both looked tired, as the silence grew between you both, he continued to rub circles on your wrist, the feeling foreign to you, too intimate, especially for him.

He had not mentioned your argument the night prior, neither had you. Though you doubted Yoongi would ever apologise for anything he had said to you, you were never one to leave things unfinished.

His anger had dissolved, entirely, and he looked at you with a softness he had never shown before. The intimate setting was not lost on you, as you stood in a T-shirt you only assumed could be his, his palm flush against your shoulder.

He stared at the skin, eyes low, so you couldn’t dare decipher his thoughts. His finger tips grazed where you’d been shot, the indent of stitches causing undulating sections of scar and skin. You were grateful sometimes to have been shot in your back, as you weren’t forced to stare at the remnants of pain everyday. Not that you didn’t feel the ache. You’d felt it most days since the injury. But it was the reminder that killed you.

It was what killed him. Seungkan.

So when your eyes finally met Yoongis you felt nauseous. Sick for the boy who’d died in the hospital bed a few rooms down from yours, hours after Yoongi had first made his awful proposition.

His grip loosened, as if he knew what you were thinking about.

When you asked him to leave, he simply nodded, releasing your wrist from his loosened grip and his warm palm leaving its place on your shoulder. The silent sobs shook your shoulders even before he had closed the door behind him.

He had waited 30 minutes sitting on the bed, staring at the bathroom door before you eventually heard the click of the bedroom door opening and the exchange of words outside.

When you emerged, Min Yoongi was gone.

Business, his security guard Jimin had mentioned.

You didn't know what that meant, you were sure you never would.

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The first time you saw Hoseok your heart had been ready to break through your chest. You focused on the sensation of your nails digging into your palm as you struggled not to focus too long on any one injury. Biting down hard, your teeth ground together, making for an unpleasant sensation, no less unpleasant than what it felt like looking at him.

His cuts were fresh, the bruises ready to bleed, darker than his eyes, the indentation on his nose hidden by a cast of white surgical gauze. His jacket, half off, was new and black leather and he wore it with pride, a child wearing new shoes. The sling around his arm did not seem to dampen his mood.

Your own blemishes seemed even more minor after seeing his. Nothing Angel could not help you hide with makeup, she had assured you of this earlier that day.

He let his lips stretch apart when he saw you, easing up slowly into a smile that made you feel a little less worried, you held your breath as he spoke, choking down a gag as you saw his eyes.

The pupils larger than usual, exhilarated and ecstatic, Hoseok beamed, red hair tousled, thrown back off his forehead, he blinked three times before he finally said something.

“You look like fucking shit”

With what little self-control you had, you tore your eyes from the patches of blue skin that flooded down the right side of his face like a watercolour painting. He was bruised but beaming.

“That’s just what I wanted to hear” you smiled, for his sake.

Even though you'd spent the last few days pining for information about Hoseok, you felt sickened at the thought of looking at him, really looking at him.

Staring down his body, to account for the limp, and the broken clavicle, and the dislocated shoulder, and not to mention his face, a paint swatch of pain, purple and pursed from where the cuts had begun to tighten.

He seemed to be performing the same procedure on you because neither of you spoke for a minute.

It had been almost a week and he was breathing, and walking, and smiling.

Min Yoongi had not made an appearance that week, you did not ask what caused this, nor were you sure you wanted to know.

“How’s the head?” Hoseok asked, gesturing with his good arm to the small stitches that trailed over your temple.

Your fingers ghosted over the convex bumps that kissed your hairline, they would be taken out tomorrow, that’s what Angel had said.

“Better” you smiled again, only because he was smiling.

He nodded, staring down at you with glazed eyes.

“I’m sorry” you managed to choke out before he could ask you anything else.

Jung Hoseok closed his eyes for a moment, his teeth still on show as his dimples sunk deeper into his cheeks, he shook hair from his eyes before he looked at you again. Really looked at you.

You hadn’t expected him to be so patient.

You hadn’t even expected him to talk to you.

His chest was warm as he ushered you into it, his good hand swung your shoulders, gripping your jacket tightly, he sighed as if tired, which Hoseok always was, his breath had smelled like warm mint.

All you could do was stop yourself from crying, so instead, you clung to his jacket too, and sighed too.

The ability to breathe was intoxicating and warm air had filled your lungs for the first and it didn’t feel undeserved. The wool of his jumper pressed against your cheek was comforting, his warm hand gripping your shoulder was enough to make you sigh again.

“It’s not your fault” he’d commented softly.

You grip on his jacket became tighter as you forced back more apologies.

“Stop apologising”

Though phrased like a demand, it had sounded like a beg, slightly slurred you pushed back slightly to look at him again.

Though his eyes were always dark, in the dimly lit hallway they seemed darker, his pupils having decayed his irises and you watched him grin again, his lips were chapped.

A lump formed in your throat as you inhale again.

It was the first time he did not smell of smoke.

Despite the door being oiled regularly, somehow Seokjin managed to make the wooden squeal as he opened it, letting it bang closed with a satisfying noise.

You felt embarrassed, as your grip loosened on Hoseok's jacket and you stepped away from him, turning to face the men entering.

Seokjin was dressed in a midnight blue suit, a white dress shirt was stark against the uniform like colour. His hair was now black, sculpted perfectly. He smelled of rose and cedar wood, well kept and perfumed.

He did mention Hoseok's arm around your waist, and how it had remained there a few prolonged seconds after everyone had filed in.

He did not mention how your grip had fallen from Hoseok’s jacket, the moment your ears had heard the squeak of the door, as if you were a teenager, caught in their first kiss.

Hoseok nodded at Jin, who nodded back, a loaded exchange.

Seokjin’s three bodyguards, entered the room, their loud boots out of place in the quiet of the private bar.

“How are you both keeping? Any issues with recovery?” Seokjin smiled, his lips popping at the question.

Hoseok waited for you to answer.

“Fine” you managed “Just fine”

Seokjin nodded, softly, the look in his eyes genuine.

“And you Hobi?” The nickname rolling off his tongue so easily.

“Been better” Hoseok grinned, the smile never faltering “Healing up well thanks to Yoongi and Ahn”

Seokjin clapped his hands together, a soft motion, though everything about Seokjin was soft. His eyes, his expressions, his words.

“I’m hopeful that the situation won’t reoccur” Seokjin mentioned “I’ve taken good care of things. Or well, Yoongi has”

You nodded, Hoseok following.

Seokjin took the lull in conversation as an excuse to turn to the glass bar behind him, slender fingers running over the bottles labels.

“A drink for you?” He’d asked, almost to the room, but you’d been unsure if you were meant to answer.

From the little time you’d spent in his presence (and by default, his many bodyguards) he had always been perfectly polite, too polite.

Seokjin had turned, smiling at you and Hoseok.

“Depends on what’s going?” Hoseok asked, a cheeky smile had made your nerves simmer down.

Seokjin chuckled, amused as he spun to face his friend. They were friends after all, despite the fact that Hoseoks rent and bills were paid by the older man.

“I’ve never known you to be fussy” he winked, his eyes flickering to you for a few seconds.

Without Yoongi things had almost felt normal, as Seokjin never seemed to acknowledge that none of this was in fact your choice. The fantasy that surrounded him was appealing, as he had always treated you like a trusted employee, someone to keep happy. Despite knowing your happiness was long since retired, since the moment you’d begun this arrangement. But nevertheless, he was gentle and understanding, at least at face value.

And a self proclaimed miraculous host.

He handed Hoseok a whiskey, Japanese, a very special bottle Seokjin had said.

You had declined a beverage, much to Jin’s disappointment.

“Not even a wine?” He’d pouted, eyebrows raised “I had a few bottles of Merlot brought up from my Summer home”

“I shouldn’t drink” you commented, smiling apologetically “Not on my medication”.

Hoseok had not seem bothered by this comment as he’d already gulped half of his glass.

“A tea perhaps?” Jin had tried, spinning from his place at the bar, hands splayed on the counter.

“No thank you I’m really fi-“

“Soobin” Jin had snapped his fingers, prompting the tallest bodyguard to turn and face him, like a puppy learning a new trick “Have the kitchen bring up a green tea”

Soobin had turned on his heel, leaving the room before you could object.

Seokjin had smiled, although it seemed he hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d entered the room.

You’d thanked him, bowing your head softly.

“What kind of a host would I be if I left a lady without a drink?” He’d questioned, looking around the room, even though nobody would dare answer him.

Hoseok had started to nurse his whiskey, once he’d seen Jin pick up his own drink. His eyes had met yours as Jin turned to the other two guards, mentioning something about Jeju.

Jung Hoseok was as bright as ever, despite his bruising, although he did not mind that either. Nobody would be able to tell if it was an act, definitely not you. You wanted to gush all your thoughts to this man, who had been so patient with you, even if the beginnings of your friendship had been so antagonistic.

“It’s nice to see you both” Seokjin had sighed, genuine as ever, raising his glass slightly, before taking a sip.

“It really is” his eyes flickered from Hoseok’s eyes to yours “I just wish this didn’t happen at such an unfortunate time”.

Seokjin paused, his eyes trained on the carpet, his leg wiggled slightly, as if he was nervous. You knew he didn’t have any reason to be.

“Suho has seen reason” he continued “He’s agreed to a truce, at least until the Spring. Which gives us time to plan for Jeon”

“There hopefully won’t be anymore interruptions” Seokjin finished.

“A truce?” Hoseok asked, confused.

“Yes Hobi” the other man nodded.

“So you’re saying we’re not going to do anything to those fuckers that did this to me” he questioned, eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding together as he awaited an answer “To us” he gestured between you two.

Seokjin sighed, his fingers raising to massage his temple.

“We have bigger things to focus on Hoseok”

“Bigger things my ass. Chanyeol is a big enough cunt for us” Hoseok scoffed, his venomous tone making you stare at him, even when Jin replied.

“This isn’t about Chanyeol, Hoseok. Or Suho. Or any of his men” Jin stated, stepping forward, closer to Hoseok.

“It wasn't until they decided to get involved”

“Well I’ve assured their cooperation till we have what we want”

Hoseok sighed, though he didn't appear defeated. His grip on the old fashioned glass clenched so hard you were sure he'd break it.

"We have a lot to discuss" Jin nodded, he paused before continuing, as if waiting for Hoseok's objection. It never came.

"I'll talk to Hoseok alone if you don't mind waiting (Y/N)" Jin had smiled, his open palm gesturing to the velvet couches adorned with silk cushions. You'd seen the vein protruding in his forehead, as Jin turned, heading towards the set of mahogany doors.

Hoseok had begun downing the rest of his whiskey, before setting the glass down on the table next to you. His eyes lowered to your clasped hands, placed on your lap, you'd attempted to appear at ease on the chair. Pretend like you weren't watching his every more. He'd bent down quickly, to place one of his own hands over your loose fist.

"See you on the other side" He'd winked, his tongue poking out from between his white teeth. And as soon as you'd become accustomed to his warm hand, it was gone, as he followed his superior into the office.

You'd left yourself sigh as soon as Soobin had closed the door behind him, the steady rise of steam from the green tea faltering from your exhale. You felt unwelcome, unsure as you sat on the sofa facing the doors.

Even though seeing Hoseok had been a blessing, you couldn't help but let the worry eat away at you. His eyes. His smile. Too big, too buzzed. You were almost disappointed at how well he was doing, as you knew he shouldn't have been. He also shouldn't have been taking that much pain medication but Yoongi's comments had been enough for you to decipher what was happening.

Hoseok had an addictive personality, you'd always known that. He was all or nothing. And right now, he was all Oxycodon.

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bibbykins · 1 year

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Moonlight Reign Ch.1

A/N: Instead of forcing myself to focus on one series at a time, I'm planning to write what sparks joy to write in the moment and post it as I go! Hopefully this will clear some wips and help me feel less disorganized lmao! Not to say I'm not working on THB, I def am I just want to have something to post as I work on THB and the bigger projects like the LWAB fics among other things! So (hopefully) I'll keep these chapters limited to 5-7k, but we'll see lol pls enjoy and send me asks I thrive on them and so does my motivation!

And a huge thank you to my wonderful B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading ily!!

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior not rlly in this part but soon, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, stitches, drunk Jungkook, tackling, pinning someone down, mention of open relationship, poly is the norm is this au

“It’s time to go now.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“It’s… so red…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Moon Byungyeol and his daughter, the elusive green-haired girl who was 18 at the time, colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist or something worst than last year as the date rapidly approaches…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with the mafia organizations and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2- SHUT UP

You inhaled deeply as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique your brief stint in therapy drilled into you. Maybe having nothing led to illogical personal connections with a number. Of all your training as an heir, it was the mundane basic curriculum lessons that fascinated you the most. You were never good at math, but you loved to be perplexed by the numbers. It was a humbling experience, and in your fruitless calculations, four was always the easiest to wrap your head around. Of course, you didn’t know how humbled you’d be until you were a 20 year old trying to figure out how to do middle school math. Your education left much to be desired growing up, but you still enjoyed learning.

You used to be convinced four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, and though you let go of the notion with your past life, it didn’t change that it was a world you had to feign blind to now. In your youth, four was a beautiful result of a simple equation, a funny origin to big numbers. It was a warm hug among the violent reactions when you’d get questions far below your intended grade level wrong. In a world where stuffed animals were banned from your childhood room, the number four was all you had. You didn’t particularly like how pathetic that made you feel, but it didn’t change how much it helped you on days like these.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a bitter laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. It was always so degrading to scrub off the marks your acrylics made along the wall, but the stiletto nails made taps loud enough to bring you back. It was an absolute mystery how the school you worked at let you get away with these.

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. You massaged your jaw, sore from the subconscious clench you were cursed with. You blew out a sigh as you felt your face and nodded when no tears were felt. Your phone buzzed, alerting you to the time and you groaned. Your damn neighbor would be here any minute now.

Jungkook wasn’t a mean guy by any means, quite the opposite. He was extremely insistent on your well-being, so much so it bordered on doting, and such behavior made you clam up. You didn’t know how to respond to his fussing over you. Hell, you didn’t know how to respond to most interactions outside of your old family business for a long while. That was just one of the many things he taught you, and he never once lost his cool doing so. He was patient with you, and you didn’t know how to thank him for it.

You both had been in the same class when you attended university, and while you were fine with letting your temporary acquaintanceship go no further than asking for notes or the occasional study session, he was a force to be reckoned with. You just kept running into him and when you moved here and found he was your next-door neighbor, you knew there was no getting out of it. He was going to be your friend. Although, you never understood why he wanted to be so bad.

Cut to a whole year after you both graduated, and it still didn’t make any sense. You both were polar opposites in a lot of ways. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. Meanwhile, you were usually in bed by 11:00 pm and only left your apartment for the job that barely covered your rent. Needless to say, you weren't exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn't be such a crime.

However, having Jungkook as a friend meant having a weekly dinner with him as he mooched off of your TV and you mooched off of the food he paid for. It was an even enough exchange. Plus, it was nice to talk freely, or well, as free as you've ever been able to, even if just for a little bit.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, thankful for how much healthier it was without the cheap dye job you had done yourself when you were 14, “That green didn’t suit me at all,” You mused, fixing your hair, “Plus it nearly ruined my hair.” You murmured to no one in particular, keeping track of your speeding thoughts as you settled back into Earth.

Jungkook knocked on the door and you nodded to yourself, “It’s open!” You called and sat down at the table as he walked in, take-away bags in his hands.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did. It just made sense to leave it unlocked when you knew he was coming, especially if you needed to run to the bathroom so you could finish crying before facing him. Of course, you haven't had to do that in a while, but better safe than sorry. Your issues, for lack of better term, were no secret to Jungkook, and you both knew it, but you liked to avoid having him see you at your most vulnerable when you could help it.

You simply shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?”

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. It had all been the same to you for far too long.

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?”

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.”

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up.

Jungkook had always been a flirt, he often relished in teasing you to see how embarrassed you would get. Thankfully, over the years you had gotten used to it. You had already known his relationship was open since he mentioned how often they’re all apart, but you didn’t care to entertain that kind of intimacy with Jungkook even in your thoughts these days. It was just better that way.

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian.” You deadpanned and before you could say anything else, something on the screen caught your eyes, “What the fuck?” You mumbled.

“What?” Jungkook inquired as he looked at the TV, swallowing the food you fed him.

The camera had panned over the crowd and over an eerily familiar face poorly covered with sunglasses. The etching of a scar peeking out of the cheap frames told you all you needed, though. That was your uncle.

What the hell was he doing showing his face? Let alone this close to the five-year anniversary of everything. The new syndicate in charge took great joy in celebrating the fall of your family, no doubt they’re itching for someone to make an example of someone. Worry tried to leak its way into your veins, but you fought it. Why should you care about him? If he wanted to sign his death certificate, that was on him.

Still, the sight of a man you were almost positive you’d never see again made you feel uneasy. You’d acclimated to regular life quite well, so one of the few remnants of your past life appearing like a ghost was ominous. In spite of your unease, you couldn’t look away. Almost as if you were waiting for him to poof away. You kinda wished he would.

The camera changed and you finally blinked.

“N-Nothing.” You finally said, shaking your head, “I just thought I recognized someone, that’s all.” Your hands trembled for the briefest of moments as you lifted food to your mouth.

“Oh really, who?” Your only friend asked curiously and you shrugged as you chewed.

“Just some teacher that called in today.” You lied and it made your food taste sour for a moment. It was for the best you lied, you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

“Hell, I’d call in too if it meant I could see the fight live.” You were thankful Jungkook dropped the topic and let your shoulders relax. You shouldn’t feel bad for lying, really. An unspoken rule between you both was that you never pried about private details. Jungkook led his life and you led yours. Hell, you don’t even know what he does for a living, but it wouldn’t surprise you if it was living off of his boyfriends’ income. Not to mention you didn’t even know if he lived with anyone else next door or if that was just a place of his own to use on occasions. Though, you couldn’t help being a little jealous at the idea of being so pampered.

“Yeah, I could go for a silly little shirtless man fight on occasion.” You shrugged with a cheeky grin.

“Silly?!” Jungkook guffawed, “I’ll have you know if he wins this fight, he’ll qualify for the championship, so this is pretty high stakes.” He toted his knowledge of the sport.

“Hasn’t he already been champion like a few times now?” You asked, barely following.

“Yeah, but, he’s been off his game this season for… personal reasons, so he’s never been this close to not qualifying.” He admitted, and your brows scrunched at the melancholy in his eyes.

“Damn.” You mustered, “How do you know all this?” You asked, genuine curiosity lighting your eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s cheeks reddened as he tore his eyes from you, “Interviews and stuff, you know.” He waved his hand dismissively and you rolled your eyes.

“Nothing wrong with being a fanboy.” You chided, “I’m certainly in no place to judge.” You offered, reminding him of your fixation on TV dramas, making him snort before you both honed in on the TV.

These fights were quite fascinating and allowed you to at least tap into some of your training. It was how you knew that Jimin was going to win this fight from the first calculated punch, his form was immaculate and instead of going for the face, he drove his fist into his opponent’s ear. It was a dirty trick, but it was more than enough to give him an opening.

“Holy shit, I think he might win this.” The fanboy across from you breathed.

“No way he isn’t going to win.” You confirmed.

“Don’t get my hopes too far up.” He all but squeaked out, basically on the edge of his seat.

After a couple of rounds and idle chitchat, the fight ended with Jimin as the victor. You clapped lightly, but Jungkook was so elated he hugged you as he let out a celebratory roar. The first couple of times he did this shocked you so bad your hands almost went to snap his neck. Now that you were both years into the friendship though, the gesture just made you chuckle. Soon after, just like it did every match, Jungkook’s phone vibrated and he had to leave. He always left you with some kind of affection and this time it was a kiss on the cheek, a rare one, but not a huge step from the common forehead kisses he gave you.

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned and he flashed you a cheeky smile, “At least don’t get into trouble.”

“We’ll see.” He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

“Well then don’t make it my problem!” You yelled and he waved a hand as he closed your door behind him.

—

“Father?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what was to come, you couldn’t quite tell, “Tell me you didn't.” Your voice was in shambles as you trembled beneath his palm.

The news mocked you as panic took a hold of your body, shaking it out of the shred of blissful ignorance you had clung onto. Ever since your father took you in, you had many responsibilities, but the comfort of not needing to keep up with the public facade kept you going. You hated the public, all the pleasantries, and honeyed words. None of it made sense, and now, now you felt foolish for not involving yourself more. For not ensuring that something like this could never happen and crumble the only world you’ve known.

Still, even as despair monopolized your nerves, a tear wouldn’t fall. You weren’t sure if you knew how to shed them, but you knew it would only piss off your father.

Moon Byungyeol was a rough man and calling him father teetered between feeling genuine and like a formality. He was a boss first, but sometimes he wore the mask of a dad. Sometimes, but it was enough times with enough gusto that you couldn’t tell which side of him best represented his true self– or if he even had a truthful bone within himself.

He may have been rough, but he was all you had. He and the family he brought you into had been your first priority all your life, even when you had never really been his priority at all.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it's time for us to go,” His voice was somber, but even. You’d never seen him so outwardly upset, but even so, he didn’t so much as let his eyes water as his life’s work shattered before his eyes. He was left with a subdued longing as he looked at the TV, melancholic defeat infecting his usually strong posture, “I let this greed consume me, and I'm afraid it's begun eating not just me alive now.” He admitted and it made you feel ill.

“...such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous organized crime activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made nor has a formal criminal investigation on Moon Byungyeol himself been launched, but many workers under the company are being investigated due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. The realization that everything you did, all the lives you took, all the training you had suffered through, had never been for some prosperous empire you were promised. All of it had been to supply the lining of your father’s and uncle’s pockets. You should’ve been angry, shocked, or even appalled, but you weren't. You were numb to the fact that you were raised on lies. Fear resided in your veins about what that meant for you.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV before he placed his hands on your shoulder, catching your attention, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work.” You swallowed hard at this. Anything Byungjoo could think seldom meant good things for you. On your best days with him, you were a mere afterthought, but on the worst days– most days– you were–”The only thing is that you and I will have to… separate…”

He was going to abandon it. No, he was going to abandon you. The only thing more pitiful than your fear had to be your shock. What reason did you truly have to be surprised that he was throwing you away just as easily as he picked you? He was going to cash out one last time, and leave like this whole operation meant nothing to him. All the while you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. At the very least, it was the closest thing to love that you knew. This entire place was all you knew. When was the last time you had gone out on your own as anything but his daughter?

“But…” Your mouth was woefully dry, “The empire, just like you said, it’s-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word and disgust curled in your stomach as you looked at his solemn face, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.” The roundabout way he was speaking began to grate at your nerve. The pseudo-poeticism of his words did nothing to save his dignity, but you didn’t tell him that.

You didn't scream, yell, or cry.

At least you hadn't, yet.

“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“That’s not my problem anymore.” He said as if it were the easiest thing to come to terms with.

“Who will stay with me?” You asked meekly, immediately regretting it as you watched his previous words dance on his lips before he decided against it.

He smiled warmly at you and it brought a chill down your spine, “Some of us are meant to be alone.” He patted your shoulder and you wanted so badly to break into pieces from the impact.

No one would stay with you. Not him, not anyone, and he didn't care.

That wasn't the answer you had hoped for. You hung your head in shame, shame that you expected anything other than a cold answer from a man on fire. The request for him to just kill you was on the time of your tongue before he turned around, ready to attend his last hurrah.

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You woke up with a start from a bang outside, but considering the fact that it was 4 am, you chalked it up to city noise. Now awake, you stared at the ceiling and blew out an annoyed sigh. You were constantly plagued with flashbacks both in and out of your dreams, and you wished the rancid memories would choose one state of consciousness to haunt you in. Your therapist a couple of years back told you it's normal for people who have gone through what you have to constantly see what you were then in trying to dissect where you are now. Essentially, it was a constant cloud that hung over your head, and no matter how far you removed yourself from that life, its consequences would stay etched into your skin.

Another bang sounded outside your window and you grimaced. Anniversary week was beginning, and you felt more on edge than usual.

Five years ago exactly, you saw the match light. In four days, it will have officially been five years since you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings.

Even so, your information could very well be outdated. The whispers from the underground, also known as the Underworld or even more to the point, Hell, reached your ears less and less as you removed yourself from the lives of anyone who knew who you were. No longer working at the diner your previous nanny ran shut you off from the underground so much so you seldom became aware of Anniversary Week’s events until two days before the main event.

Another bang, but this time on your door, startled you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe you went to the bar on a day like today- where are your keys?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!”

This wasn't the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, demanding your assistance. This was just another facet of your friendship that you both silently agreed was fine. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch. It really wasn't any of your business, nor did you have any desire for it to be. Jungkook was an MMA fan, and you knew he was big on that scene and the fitness scene, so it just made sense he would get into fights. You could only hope these fights were agreed upon prior to alcohol, but you weren't naive enough to actually assume that was the case.

“This isn’t even your door, baby, come on.” The voice grunted and your attention peaked. You had encountered a few men trying to help Jungkook home, but you seldom got such an obvious confirmation of their relationship with him, “What? Are you trying to booty call your neighbor?” The unknown man teased and you rolled your eyes. Were they all like this?

“I wish!” Jungkook shouted in response and you were fine with leaving your door closed this time until he spoke, “Ew, I’m dripping on the doormat.”

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a man with perfectly styled black hair in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The man that looked a few years older than you and Jungkook stopped struggling with your neighbor as he looked at you with the most pristine and exasperated face.Everything about this man was polished. Even as your neighbor lazily draped around the man, his suit had barely begun to wrinkle.

Meanwhile, he looked you up and down with contempt before sighing, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“No booty calls here, sorry.” You remarked flatly, “He usually keeps his keys in his wallet for some reason.” You nodded to his pocket before you looked at his forehead again, “But he does need stitches.” You opened your door a little more, gesturing for them to come in.

The man narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you usually play nurse for him?” You bit your tongue and swallowed his condescending tone with a sigh. You couldn’t tell if he was jealous at the thought of his boyfriend having some neighbor who treats his wounds in the dead of night or if he simply didn’t like you. Although looking at his face, there was no way this man was jealous of you. His gaze was sharp nonetheless, sharp and vaguely familiar, but his eyes held no recognition for you, so you let it go.

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You pointed to the sullied mat that you had just cleaned fully this week, “Bring him in, this isn’t that uncommon-”

“But-” He tried to object, noticeably a little clammy at the unspoken knowledge of their relationship.

“Any more blood on that mat and I'm making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”

He complied to the couch, and though he didn’t say anything, you could see the question floating around his mind.

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, and you had to ignore the curiosity peaking within you when you saw the other man shift uncomfortably at your comment, “And I can't stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren't you scared he'll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “I can play scared if that's what you want, but certainly not for free.” You chuckled, but he remained straight-faced. Tough crowd. You worked very hard to develop your banter skills these past five years, but he paid them no mind making your smile drop.

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn't you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He clipped.

You snorted a chuckle, “You're bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his and he slowly grabbed a napkin to press against his hand with his mouth in a thin line, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “But a word of advice? If you don’t want to be suspicious of you, don’t act suspicious.”

He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open, “Shit.” Was all you were able to get out. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning sensation while you struggled to shake him out of it.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce why Jungkook’s fight or flight was so concentrated, he’d obviously grown up with a reason to be. Nevertheless, it has never been your place to pry or judge, if anything, it’d be quite hypocritical. He'd seen you in a less-than-ideal mental state plenty of times, to put it lightly. Plus, you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and he was always pretty apologetic after the fact. Although, you were sure the struggle looked pretty concerning as you saw Namjoon scramble to his feet.

Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the battle as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast and you could only dodge for so long. With no other option left, you sighed before slamming your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a scratch about half the length of your forearm, it was shallow and oozing blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, dumbass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.” You grunted as you fixed the suture.

The sight of someone towering over his boyfriend after headbutting them made Namjoon on edge. Jungkook talked for days and days about how much he loved spending time with his neighbor, but something was… off about you. Why would a school nurse be that skilled in combat? Jungkook was a ruthless fighter and you hardly flinched.

This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang. You both looked at each other in surprise at your reflex. You gasped softly before releasing him, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You mumbled as you brought distance between the two of you, “I don’t do well being frightened.”

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked his voice cartoonishly, becoming more and more irritated with his line of questioning, “Now take him, an alcohol pad, and go.” You hissed, unceremoniously tossing the package at him.

He gave you a sharp glare but complied, hauling Jungkook over his shoulder and leaving. The door shut and you let a relieved sigh escape you. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated that you let your instincts take over like that. Namjoon was undoubtedly suspicious and that’s the last thing you needed. You opened your eyes and caught sight of the clock nearing 5 am, and it was a Saturday now, so you were going to sleep in as much as you could.

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summary: you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

warnings: mentions of blood, verbal harassment, gun, and swearing.

word count: 6,933 (decided to combine two chapters from wattpad)

tags list: @juju-227592, @drunkzseok, @yourgirlcin, @babybunli, @xanny91, @bibetsa, @borahae-reads, @lalavione1309, @luvsbngtn, @tetehearts, @singukieee, @serendididy, @quixoticbittersweet, @iriaachan, @jksisbunntboy, @missseoulite (the tags that are strikethrough could not be tagged)

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He speeds down the vacant corridors till he comes to a halt in front of her room. Well, that's what he likes to call it. Everyone knows it's more like a prison cell for you.

Within the 10 by 10-foot concrete box, there were no windows and only a single bed, a toilet, and a sink next to it. He swipes his key card quickly, unlocking the automated steel door. And as soon as it slides open, he rushes over to your sleeping body.

When he gently jerks you awake, your eyes flickered open. You glance about frantically till your gaze is drawn to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just me." He coos at you quietly.

He gulps before speaking. "Listen, we don't have a lot of time."

You can only stare at him, as if asking for an explanation wordlessly, given your speech impediment.

"You're in danger, but I'm going to get you out of here. Y-Your father is taking things too far..."

"...You don't deserve any of this, you're supposed to live a normal life. And now is the time to do so." He digs into his pocket and pulls out a purple pendant chain necklace.

He stretches out his hands to your neck, causing you to flinch. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

You comply, allowing him to place the necklace around your neck. "Do not take this off, no matter what."

"Do you understand?" He locks his gaze with you. You nod, and although you can't say much, you can comprehend most sentences.

"Good. Let's go." He says as he gently grasps your hand and pulls you out of the grim box.

You both rushed through the halls, making a few different turns, just like he did earlier. "In about three minutes, they will check your room and the alarms will go off."

The pair of you stopped in front of another door. His personal lab, it was like his happy place, which was sickening. You step back, shaking your head at him, recognizing that door all too well.

As soon as he turns around and sees your reaction, his face softens. "Appa isn't in there. Don't worry, this is the only way out."

"I will never hurt you. Do you trust me?" He extends his hand once again.

You glance at his face, then at his hand, briefly, with hesitancy, before clutching it. The corner of his lips tugs upwards slightly, and he walks inside the room without hesitation.

The alarm goes off less than a second after he shuts the door behind him. You quickly curl into a ball, covering your ears, overwhelmed with fright and confusion.

He grabbed your shoulders and shakes you out of your distress, knowing you don't have much time left. "You've got to go now!"

You look up at him, tears brimming in your purple glowing eyes.

He sighs in guilt. "Stay here for a second." He sprints up to a single metal shelf, pushing it aside, revealing a small vent.

You notice the metal vent and tilt your head in curiosity. He swiftly turns around and approaches you. "You need to crawl in there. Continue straight until you see light at the opposite end."

"Kick the metal as hard as you can, and after you're out, run as far as you can away from here."

"Run until you see large buildings all around you and other people walking about like you." He explains.

You nod. "Okay."

"Repeat what I said."

"Crawl until I see light... Kick... Run far, look buildings... And people, like me...?" You reply.

"Good." He breaks off the metal and leads you inside. As you begin to crawl, voices can be heard outside the lab's door.

He panics and scrambles the metal frame onto the vent outlet. "Go!"

You watch for a minute while he covers the vent with the metal shelf from earlier, hearing the hammering against the door.

Fearing that they would find you, you begin crawling farther down the vent as he instructed. You soon found the light at the other end.

You shifted your body so that your legs are in front of you, recalling his words to yourself. After a forceful kick, you finally exit and run.

The words echo in your head, along with the emotions they evoked.

Run as far as you can...

Large buildings...

People... Like you...

After a time, you peer behind you, seeing the lab you grew up in from birth, gradually shrinking in your vision. You never understood why you had to do what Appa told you to do, and you never liked any of it.

But you couldn't resist because every time you tried, the consequences were worse.

Everything that passed you by was unfamiliar to you, and your interest in the outside world only grew. Were there people like you truly out there?

After an hour or two, you find yourself on the busy road's sidewalk, crowded with cars. Of course, you had no idea what it was called. Everything you looked at, whether it was vehicles zooming by you, birds flying in the sky, people strolling, dogs and cats walking with their owners, or green trees and other greenery, piqued your interest.

You raised your eyes to the large lettering mounted on the concrete bridge. You struggle to read it, your brow furrowed in concentration. "S-Seoul we-elcoome... you."

Another half-hour has passed, and you're now surrounded by the city life of Seoul. Large buildings all around, and people like you crowding the city streets, just as he said.

But this quickly became an issue since he forgot to consider that you had never interacted with so many people in your life, let alone be surrounded by thousands at one time.

Seoul was known for its congested sidewalks, where practically everyone walked with little personal space. Too often people brush up against each other, even collide, and don't even realize it.

As the panic in you slowly start to build up, people around you gave you weird looks while you continued to wander in the new environment you had discovered. But who wouldn't? A young girl, barefooted and clothed in nothing but a blue hospital gown and messy hair, was roaming around their beautiful metropolis.

You then suddenly sensed a bad aura, something bad was happening to someone. It was a result of all of your trials and experiments, that you're able to distinguish between bad and good emotions.

Although you couldn't express it properly in your own words, for obvious reasons, you were aware of what they were and the various outcomes that may come from them. But, of course, you still had a lot to learn, especially since you're in a foreign territory.

Following the negative energy, you begin to cross the road mindlessly, and as soon as you take a few steps, a loud car horn blares, followed by tires screeching.

As a man steps out of his car and violently shuts the door, you freeze in place. "What the hell lady?!"

"Are you crazy?!" He yells.

You look at him with a sweet yet blank expression on your face. "You... mad."

He scoffs. "The hell I am! What do you think?!"

"Can't you tell this isn't a crosswalk?!"

You tilt your head, a little perplexed. "Cross.. walk?"

His face turns red as he becomes increasingly agitated by you. "Are you fucking mental or something?!"

He clenches his jaw and inched closer to you.

"What the fuck are you even doing on the road?!" He spits in your face unknowingly, causing your head to recoil back at the contact.

You take a step back, uncomfortable with the man's close proximity. You returned your gaze to him, but it was quickly diverted by something else.

You fixed your eyes on a scene in which one man towers over another. It appears to be the source of the bad energy.

You walk past the enraged man in front of you without further thought, but your hair is immediately yanked backward. And you're thrown back, slamming onto the hard asphalt road, scraping your hand and elbow, making it bleed.

Inside a window-tinted black van, three men are sitting casually, as it moves. The chauffeur is dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a black bow tie. The two others sat together in the back.

If there was one thing you could say about these two men, it would be that they were really handsome and well dressed. They exuded such a powerful aura that simply being in the same room with them made you feel small and intimidated.

"I have a bad feeling about this... I don't think we've ever seen a case like this before." The man, clothed in a black leather suit jacket and graced with beautiful pink plump lips, rests his chin on his clasped hands.

Across from him, the man, who was dressed in a black long sleeve top with one sleeve cut off and a black harness over it, chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey cup. "Well, it's not every day you find a bunch of missing medical supplies and laboratory equipment sold so abruptly and in large sums."

"But, why should it really concern us, Jimin Hyung?" He places his whiskey cup beside him.

Jimin directs his gaze at him. "Because it will leave innocent people suffering. Whoever is doing this is selfish, Jungkook."

Jungkook scoffs. "Welcome to the real world. Isn't this something we're used to?"

"That's not the point-" He sighs exasperatedly. He was about to open his mouth again when the van violently braked.

Since the pair wore no seatbelts, the jolt sent them sideways, landing on the floor of the van.

Jimin glares upfront. "What the fuck was that?!"

The chauffeur flinches as he realizes he's being addressed. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but s-someone suddenly stopped in front of us."

Moments later, all three of them heard muffled yelling from outside. Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a brief glance before the man in the leather suit jacket stood up and exited the vehicle.

"Wait- Mr. Park! I don't think-"

Jungkook flashed him a piercing stare that made the poor man gulp. "Just watch over the car." He then leaves and follows his Hyung.

The man who flung you on the asphalt is now looming above you. Fear began to set in, and your eyes glowed purple as he watched you steadily sit up, curiously putting your hands into view.

You start to self-heal yourself, seeing the blood spots leaking from your wounded skin. The man's eyes widen as he notices the changed form in your eyes.

"What the...?" He muttered, shifting back slightly.

His brows furrowed. "What the fuck! Y-you're a fucking freak!"

"She's a goddamn freak!" He shouts, pointing at you, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers.

Your eyes return to normal when your injuries completely healed, feeling profoundly confused by his comments. "... Freak...?"

"Did anyone see that! H-her eyes changed colors, s-she's a monster!" He looks around, as people slowly gathered around them.

You still sit there with her head tilted and the same innocent but vacant expression on your face. "What's.. a monster...?"

The man gave you a disgusted yet frustrated look. "You! That's exactly what you are!" He then rushes forward, almost grabbing you, causing you to flinch again from his sudden movements.

But before he could reach you, he's forcibly pushed back, causing him to stagger backward.

"What the hell?!" He regains his composure, finally focusing his gaze on the stranger who stopped him.

"I think you've done enough." The voice was smooth yet frighteningly authoritative.

"Who do you think you-" The man tries to fire back, but the stranger who pushed him only raises his brow as if daring him to finish his sentence.

That's when it dawned on him. This is a man he should not mess with. Casanova... One of seven members of their country's most notorious mafia gang.

"You know- It's one thing to raise your voice at a woman, but it's another thing to try put your hands on one. Especially an innocent one." He gives him a menacing stare.

The man gulps, struggling to maintain eye contact. "She's the one who walked into a busy road! She shouldn't be here in the first place!"

Before Jimin could respond, the man in front of him attempts to rush past him, chasing after you, who suddenly stands up and moves towards the scene you saw earlier. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, lady?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes and jerks the man back from his collar. "And where do you think you're going?"

The leather-suited man casts a sidelong glance at his dongsaeng. "Delta, go after her."

The dongsaeng obeyed him with a silent nod, leaving the two men on the road. Jimin then shifts his attention back to the man in front of him. "There is no excuse for abusing a helpless young woman. Shall I teach you a lesson?"

He smirks wickedly, sending chills down the man's spine. His expression changes to one of terror, and he trembles slightly when he realizes he has no way out. That's because no one dares to challenge the Bangtan Boys. Their business is their business, and no one is allowed to get in the way. Not even the police.

The man looks around desperately for anybody who is willing to help him. But, unfortunately, there isn't anyone. Nobody wants to, therefore they turn a blind eye to the situation.

Jimin laughs cynically. "No one will help you. You brought this on yourself."

"Come to think of it, I was just having a stressful day... But it appears that I've found a way to relieve my stress." He began taking perilous steps towards the defenseless man, while he in exchange, moves back.

Meanwhile, Jungkook jogs after the nameless young woman, which is you, being only a couple of feet behind. "Hey! Girl in the blue gown!"

You, as if in a trance, ignore Jungkook's calls and continues to travel toward the negative source you were sensing.

The unknown man, who towers over the other, slams him against a brick wall. At the same time, Jungkook had finally caught up to you, and the guy draws a gun.

You yell, overwhelmed by the negative energy. "No!"

The man catches sight of you, and then...

BANG!...

Your eyes are pressed tight, and your hands are covering your ears. You reopen your eyes to find a figure covering you. It's almost as though it's shielding you...

You raised your head, your gaze fixed on the stranger. Although you didn't know the words, he looked very appealing. Large doe eyes with a defined face structure and jawline.

He breathes. "Are you... all right?"

You merely stare at him, most likely still processing what just happened and recuperating from the gunshot's ample noise.

The odd thing was that there was no blood. No, none of them was covered in blood, but when you peered over the stranger's shoulder, you noticed the unfortunate victim on the ground, covered in his own blood.

The perpetrator fled the scene as soon as he pulled the trigger. He must have recognized the man who accompanied you and decided it was best to do what he needed to do and get out of there.

But it will all be in vain since Jungkook has a remarkable memory, having a clear image of the man, and will soon find him.

Your eyes widen at the sight, sensing the emptiness radiating from the victim. "No..."

You brush by him, not in an impolite manner, of course. The man shallowly breathes, noticing your petite figure approaching him. "Help... Ple-Please..."

"It hurts so much, I don't want to die this way." He whimpers.

The wounded man appears to be in his mid-forties, with gray hair dispersed throughout his short dark locks. He also has some mature creases on his forehead.

"It hurts?" You say.

He gives a faint nod. "Help me..."

You crouch next to him, your eyes glowing, signaling you're about to use your special abilities. In fright, he locks his vision on your brilliant violet eyes, gasping and backing away. "W-What are you...?"

You frown a little. "I won't hurt- I help..."

"I promise it won't hurt." You softly reassure him.

He stares at you briefly. "Okay."

Jungkook, on the other hand, quietly observes as you delicately cover the man's gunshot wound with your hand.

His pupils dilate as he watches the veins surrounding the man's wound and on your hand glow purple. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film.

What the fuck is happening right now? He thought.

Tears dropped from your eyes, as you transfer his pain into herself from feeling the same sharp burning sensation. You chew on your lower lip, suppressing your pained groans, for a few more excruciating seconds before pulling your hand away from him. "D-does it hurt?"

He smiles with bloodied lips. "No. T-thank you..."

"I don't know how you did it, but thank you." He exhales a weak breath as his eyes slowly shut. "You know... You kind of remind me of her..."

"Her?"

"Yeah, my Areum..." And with that, his eyes finally closed.

"A-Areum?" You muttered, but he didn't respond.

Your brow scrunched as you placed her bloodied hands on the motionless body. "Ya- Wake up."

You try to shake him awake, but it is futile. Jungkook sighs and approaches you from behind. "He's gone."

You pause, acknowledging him. "But he's here."

"That's not what I meant. He's dead, which means he's no longer alive." He explained bluntly.

Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder as you drop your hands, still staring at the dead man. "Come on. The police will find him, and your presence will make matters worse." More like my presence, but there's no time for an explanation for that.

"His family will be contacted, and he won't be alone."

You raise your eyes to Jungkook. "What is... family...?"

"What?" He raised his brows.

"You said..." You point at him. "...Family... What is family?"

Something is certainly not right here. First, she causes a road rage, then walks into a crime scene, and she touches a man with glowing purple veins, lastly, she has no idea what family is.

So many thoughts raced through his head, but one thing he was certain of was that the girl in front of him was no ordinary girl. Therefore, he made the conscious decision to take you with him.

You glanced at him, waiting for an answer, but he is cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing.

He quickly reaches inside his pants pocket and takes out his phone. "Hello?"

"I'm all finished here. Where are you and the h/c colored girl?" Jimin spoke.

He returns your gaze. "We're nearby. We'll be there in two." He then hangs up the phone and lowers himself to your level.

"You're gonna have to come with me, little girl." He commanded.

You blink. "Okay."

Jungkook gets baffled by your instant cooperation. That was easy... Maybe too easy. He makes a mental note to keep a close eye on you. He then pulled you by the hand and led you back to their black van.

"Well, hello there." Jimin greets you charmingly as you enter the van with Jungkook.

You look up at him. "H-Hello..."

Jungkook walks up to the chauffeur. "Continue our way home, we have urgent matters to discuss."

He then returns to the two others in the back, with Jimin raising his brow at him. "What is this 'urgent matters' you speak of?"

"Her." Jungkook nods his head at you.

Jimin then shifts his eyes to you. "What about her? Is she from a mental asylum or something?"

"Who knows... but I don't think she's human." He whispered the last part.

"What are you talking about? She looks pretty human to me." Jimin retorts with a scrunched face.

Jungkook sighs. "I'll explain it later when we get home."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring this girl home?" Jimin turns to Jungkook as they exit the van, followed by the silent blue gown-clad girl, you.

"What if she's psycho and attacks us?"

Jungkook scoffs at his hyung's nonsense, rolling his eyes. "We're literally trained mafia gangsters, Hyung. Do you honestly believe she'll be able to lay a hand on us?"

"But we could never lay a hand on a woman. It's just against our moral code." Jimin crosses his arms.

"True, but if she attacks me without reason and with the intent to seriously harm me, I will fight back. I'm telling you that." Jungkook replied.

"And no one can really stop us since we live in the most remote location."

Jimin scrunches his face in uncertainty. "Well— Except for hyungs." He then checks his watch. "Which, by the way, will arrive home in about two hours, so we better be quick."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jungkook then pivots to face you. "Hey. Follow us, okay? Don't touch anything."

"You got it." He raised his brows.

You blink and silently nod. Jimin watches the pair's interaction. "At least she's obedient."

Jungkook responds with a shrug. The two men and you then entered the house, or mansion, as we shall call it, and were immediately greeted by its luxurious design. The exceptionally high ceiling, the rich modern yet simple layout, and the decorations span the vast entryway that leads to the living room.

"Let's keep her in your room while we talk in here." Jungkook proposed.

Jimin's eyes bulged. "Why my room?! Why not your room!"

"Because there are fewer things that could break. Seriously, your room is so minimalistic."

"Besides, it's the closest to the stairway, so she'll be able to get down faster when it's time to leave." Jungkook elaborated.

Jimin sighs defeatedly as he clicks his tongue. "Fine, this better be worth it. You owe me Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook gives his hyung a not-so-innocent smile. Jimin then looks at the girl, scanning her with his eyes up and down. "First, she needs to get cleaned up. She's not going to be lounging on my furniture like that."

"My goodness, you sound like Jin." Jimin narrows his eyes in response to the dongsaeng's complaint.

"Let's get this over with." He unexpectedly grabs your elbow, making you flinch and look up at him.

"I won't hurt you." He reassures you, then softly pulls you again.

As soon as you three enter the older male's room, you instantly scan your surroundings. Looked at everything with awe. Your gaze was soon drawn to the 98-inch 8k flatscreen tv. You approach it with a curious tilt of your head.

The men watch you approach it quietly, noticing your dim reflection against the barren black screen. You extend your hand and poke at your reflection. "Is this... me?"

They exchanged a brief glance before Jungkook spoke. "Yes, that is you. You're a mess."

"Do you know what that thing is?" Jimin asked.

You turn your head at him. "It's me."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm referring to this large black box."

You pout slightly, not understanding what he's saying, leaving the two men dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of one of the most basic items in modern society. "I-It's a tv. It essentially displays moving images and emits sounds according to what is displayed on the screen."

He reaches for the black remote that had been carelessly tossed on the edge of his bed. "I'll show you."

"Should I put on a kids show?" Jimin whispers to the younger one.

"It looks like she'd understand that better." Jungkook answers.

Jimin turned on the television, completely unaware that his volume was set ridiculously high. The abrupt roaring audio triggers you to startle and curl up into yourself, shielding your ears, like you did at the lab.

That's when you remembered the deafening sirens and the hammering on the door during her escape merely hours earlier. Your eyes are tightly clenched as Jimin and Jungkook panics at your reaction.

"Turn it off!" Jungkook screams as Jimin fumbles with the remote.

"Yeah- I'm trying!" He shouts back, finally turning it off.

The dongsaeng sighs deeply in embarrassment. "Why the hell do you have your tv so loud?"

"O-our rooms are far apart, it wasn't like it disturbed any of you guys." He stutters.

Jungkook shook his head in disappointment, then shifted his gaze to the petite girl curled on the floor. He frowns softly, questioning what happened to this you before they all met to make you so clueless about everything and react so badly.

Jimin looks at you with a guilty expression. Meanwhile, Jungkook quietly approaches you and hesitantly touches your shoulder, to bring you out of your fright. You give him a solemn face while unconsciously flashing your vibrant purple eyes at them.

Jimin's jaw drops at the sight, finally recognizing what he meant when he said you're not ordinary.

"What the actual fuck?!" He exclaims, causing Jungkook's head to snap at the curse word. "Dude..."

You scrunch your eyebrows. "Fuck?"

Jungkook returns his sight to her. "Don't say that, he didn't mean to say that."

The younger one glares at his hyung, who smiles bashfully. "Oops-? It's fine, she doesn't know what it means."

"Now, do you see what I meant?"

"Yes, we have a lot to talk about. This is very— fascinating..."

"But, once again, let's get her cleaned up." While Jungkook helps you to your feet, Jimin walks up to his drawer and brings out an old sweatshirt and shorts that are too small for him.

Jimin then pulls the very bottom drawer, which is filled with... female underclothes...

Jungkook grimaces in disgust. "Are you really going to give her your past hook-ups' underwear?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "They're clean."

"Yeah but still-"

The two men led you to Jimin's bathroom, while the oldest one held the folded clothing."This is the bathroom. You need to shower and change into these clothes—"

Jimin places the stacked clothes on the counter. You stared blankly at the folded garments. "You'll have to undress first."

Understanding his words but not the appropriate timing, you grasp the hem of your robe and begin lifting it.

Their eyes widen at your quick compliance. "WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

You froze in place, perplexed by their reactions. Jimin chuckles shyly. "Once this door is closed, you can start to undress."

He then shuts the door as the boys step out.

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After a good fifteen minutes, you emerged from the bathroom. All dressed in Jimin's oversized hoodie, which made you look even smaller than you already were, and shorts that ended just above your knees.

Jungkook snorts at your look. "Cute."

Jimin clears his throat. "We'll be talking downstairs, you stay here and try not to break anything, okay?"

You nod in response, and the two exit the room.

"Explain." As they sat across from each other on the couch, Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook.

Jungkook then goes on to explain what happened earlier, when he followed after you, who managed to stumble upon an active homicide scene. And how you approached the poor man who had been shot and was pleading for help because he was in pain, then did whatever you did which caused your veins to glow purple, much like your eyes.

"I'm guessing she took away his pain. I did overhear him say that he was no longer in pain."

He chuckles dryly. "This may sound strange, but what if she escaped from something? Like the movie, The Witch."

The elder remained silent, soaking in the newfound information and evaluating the bizarre situation they had found themselves in. "So... you're saying she has these man-made special abilities?"

"Yes! Exactly-"

"Well, it seems sensible, but let's not go too far ahead of ourselves." Jimin answers.

The younger scoffs. "Oh, come on- what other explanation could there be for all of this? You witnessed it for yourself! Have you ever met anyone else who possesses glowing purple eyes?"

"I guess you're right. But if that's the case then we should keep a close eye on her. She could be dangerous."

"Dangerous? So far, she seems to be quite harmless." Jungkook held an amusing expression.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Yeah, for now. If what you say is true, who knows the extent or what additional 'abilities' she has."

Suddenly, a loud motorcycle engine roars, and they exchange nervous glances. "Shit."

"Didn't you say they wouldn't be home for another hour?!"

"I'm just as surprised as you are! I didn't know they'll come home early!"

"What should we do?" Jungkook says.

"Nothing. They'll be there in a second; let's just pray she's okay in there."

Not long after, the front door opens, revealing four other males. As soon as the group entered the mansion, they both flashed an 'innocent' smile. "Taehyung-ah-- Hyungs!"

"You guys are home early." Jimin nudges Jungkook.

A man with a freckle on the tip of his nose combs his parched hair. "Yeah, the meet-up was a complete bust."

His remark was met with frowns. "What happened, Yoongi-hyung?"

The man with a long scar lined down his right eye laughs snarkily. "We were ambushed, and Namjoon was injured as a result."

"What?!" Jungkook exclaims. "Is he okay?!"

"Yeah, he's fine. I took him to the clinic house, where Sun-Woo is currently treating him." A man with broad shoulders and spectacle lens answered.

"They're gonna regret that." Jimin's expression darkens.

The man with platinum blonde hair smirks mischievously. "They certainly will."

While you wait for the two strangers, you explore Jimin's opulent room, strolling from corner to corner, as your eyes are captivated by all of the foreign furnishings. Somehow, her attention was caught by a gleaming black item. Being intrigued by it, you found yourself drawn to it.

The shiny black object turned out to be a 10mm long-range handgun. you put it out in front of you, not realizing what it is but nevertheless fascinated by it. You thoughtlessly take a detailed look and fiddle with it.

You spin and flip it around several times, shaking it near your ear, desperately trying to figure out what it is.

You then smack it a few times against your palm, wrapping your hand around the handle and trigger. As you grew increasingly frustrated with the object, you unintentionally squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot rang, and the bullet flew through the room and out the window, shattering the glass. Scared by the unexpected gunshot and the force of the pistol, you yelp and stumble backward, tripping over the protruding end of a rug and knocking down the flower vase that sat on the glass coffee table. ‎

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The six reunited men in the living room were completely immersed in their "business" discussion when glass shattering and a gunshot broke out, interrupting their conversation.

Jimin and Jungkook start to perspire, anxious about the outcome. The other four males shared perplexed looks before becoming serious.

"What was that." Yoongi spoke passively.

"Did someone just break in?" Hoseok questioned. They all rose up, realizing the potential threat to them.

Taehyung kept his gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. "Whatever or whoever that was, chose the wrong house."

"It sounds like it came from Jimin's room." Jin comments.

Hoseok looks at Jimin. "Were you expecting someone Jimin?" The addressed man kept silent, which the others took as an affirmation.

Yoongi reaches behind him and draws out his handgun, while the others follow him. "Formation boys."

Jimin and Jungkook trail behind uneasily. They approach Jimin's door with vigilance, and Yoongi extends his hand, twisting the doorknob and then violently slamming the door open.

He immediately aimed his gun toward the "intruder" in the room, joined by the rest of the members. "Who are you?! Don't move!"

Jungkook's eyes widened as he rushed forward to block Yoongi. "Wait! Don't shoot!"

"What the hell, Jungkook?!" Yoongi's brow pinched. "What are you doing?"

Jimin comes forward as well, seeing the scene in front of them. You sat on the floor, knees bent against your chest, an arm wrapped across your knees, and the other hand lying on the floor next to you, staring frightened at the pistol that had been dropped.

"What did you do?! Are you okay!" Jimin pulls you from your trance. You looked at him with guilty eyes, not knowing what to say, causing Jimin to sigh. "You're not bleeding which I take is a good sign."

"Jimin, is this another one of your... toys?" Jin asked. "She's cute, almost innocent-looking. It's hard to believe you'd bring a girl like her home."

He shook his head. "No, Jungkook and I just kinda found her on our way home."

Yoongi's expression stays hostile. "So the two of you brought home a random girl?"

"There's a reasonable explanation to this." Jungkook begins, and Yoongi arches a single brow in return. "Which is?"

"It'll be difficult to believe based on words alone, you all will have to see it for yourselves first."

"I-I'm s-sorry." A tiny voice abruptly sounded, bringing all six pairs of eyes to you.

"It's fine." Jimin responds, and Taehyung's face lights up. "How adorable!"

He eagerly approaches you, crouching to your level. "What's your name, cutie?"

You sway your head. "Name? What is name?"

As Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, they all blink in confusion at your answer. "When you want someone's attention, you call them by their name. For instance, my name is Taehyung. So you call me Taehyung."

"So, what is your name? What do people call you?" Taehyung asks again.

After hearing his explanation, you finally nod in understanding. "What they call me?" He nods with a lip grin.

You then grab the ends of Jimin's sweater and start to lift it, surprising everyone.

"YA!" Jimin and Jungkook both exclaimed.

You ignore their yells, just stopping to expose the burnt branded skin on your left lower abdomen.

You point at it. "0...0...7..." Then look at Taehyung and gesture to yourself. "Me. 0-0-7, me."

"Your name is a number?"

You gesture once more. "I'm 0....0...7."

He looks at Jimin and the others with a puzzled expression, as they do the same.

Feeling frustrated with the situation, Yoongi glares at Delta. "You'd best start talking, Jungkook, who the hell is she?"

"I swear you will understand better if you witness it first!" He pleads. "We need an injured person, like... Namjoon hyung!"

The elder narrows his eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

"I have been summoned?" A deep voice erupts from the doorway, revealing a bandaged man. Jungkook grabs Namjoon and walks over to the girl who is still seated on the floor.

"How come you left the clinic, Namjoon?" Hoseok inquired.

"I heard a gunshot and wanted to find out what it was about." He answers while being dragged by the youngest.

"Hey." Jungkook addresses you, compelling you to turn your head in his direction. "Look at him, he's hurt, just like the man we saw before."

You blink at the sight of Namjoon, sensing his injuries instantaneously. "He hurt."

"Yeah. Help him, like you help the man."

You stand up and walk up to them. You scan Namjoon for a moment before gazing at his face. "I will help."

Namjoon gives his dongsaeng a short side-eye while muttering. "Jungkook..."

"Just let her, I promise you guys."

The leader clears his throat. "I-I suppose you can help- whatever that means."

You bring one hand slowly to his face, gently cupping it, as the other goes to the bandaged wound. You pause, eyeing it. "Remove please..."

He looks down at the bandage. "Y-You want me to take it off?"

"Yes." You nod, and Namjoon obliges, making everyone cringe at the nasty cut. You pout as well but continue by tenderly placing your other hand over his bloody gash.

And, as usual, your eyes began to glow purple, signifying that you're exerting your "power" to heal their leader and absorb his pain. The veins around his wounds, as well as those on your hand, shone purple.

Their eyes enlarged in reaction to the peculiar girl, who reveals her extraordinary abilities.

"Holy shit."

"What the fuck..."

"How the hell..."

They all muttered. You let out an inaudible whimper, taking in all of Namjoon's pain. Once all his wounds had fully healed, you lock eyes with him and detach your hands from him.

No one speaks, everyone is speechless, completely taken aback by your act. It was something they'd never seen before, and now that they've seen it, hundreds of questions are racing through their heads. Starting with, "who exactly is this girl, and where did she come from?"

Yoongi, of course, is the first to act on it. He lunges at you, deathly gripping the sweatshirt collar. "Who are you! What did you do?!"

You look at him, terrified as if you had messed up the healing process that you had previously been ruthlessly trained to do. "I- helped-d..."

"D-Did I fail? Did I-I hurt h-him?" You then shift your now violet eyes to the others behind him. But Yoongi's hold never faltered, even when you trembled slightly in regard to him.

Another few moments of quietness passed, accompanied by Yoongi's heavy breathing, as his gaze fixed on you, like a predator on its prey.

But Jin eventually intervened. "That's enough, Yoongi. You're scaring her."

"She should be. Don't you remember what kind of reputation we have?" He hissed.

"It doesn't matter. She did nothing wrong." Jimin spoke up.

"They're right. I think she healed me, she really took the pain away. I don't how, and it's quite freaky." Namjoon said.

Yoongi still never loosened his hand, causing Namjoon to place his hand on his shoulder. "Let her go, Oranyan."

He clenches his jaw, reluctantly releasing your petite figure. Still filled with fear, you collapsed to the floor, bowing as if your life depended on it.

"I-I'm sorry! 007 be b-better tool next t-time. Please n-no punishment..." You beg, keeping your head down.

Taehyung frowns at your pleas while the other six men watched you, not knowing how to react to it.

He approaches you again. "Raise your head sweetie."

You lift your gaze to him with complete innocence, reminding Taehyung of his little sister that was once so close to him but now six feet under. "Don't worry, you've done well."

"Well, it seems like we have a lot to discuss right now. Let's leave her to calm down." Namjoon clapped his hands, grabbing their attention.

"Go ahead, Jungkook." Namjoon instructs as they all gathered in the living room. Just like he did with Jimin prior to their arrival, Delta recounts everything that occurred when encountering you that led them to bring you home.

"That's it." Jungkook concludes as everyone sits quietly as they process the new information.

"So far, I believe we can assume that she possesses some special abilities. One that was able to heal Namjoon Hyung's injuries." Jimin pitches in.

"This reminds me of the movie The Witch. Maybe she comes from research or medical facility that conducts strange experiments." Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "That sounds stupid, Taehyung, and this isn't a movie."

"No, but there aren't any other logical explanations." Jungkook quickly defends his two-year older hyung. "I also had the same idea, as I was explaining to Jimin hyung earlier."

"So, what are we going to do?" Hoseok inquires, looking aimlessly at the ground.

Namjoon's brows furrowed for a few moments before speaking. "There are far too many theories circulating, as well as unanswered questions. We need more information on this..."

"So what you're saying is, you want to keep the girl." Jin finishes his thought.

"Oh hell no-"

"There are too many variables, and who knows what will happen if she goes out on her own?" Jimin states.

Then Taehyung raises his hand. "I think she should stay. Plus she's cute too."

Jimin nudges him in the ribs, causing him to wince. "I too vote for her to stay."

"Then all in favor of the girl staying, raise your hand." Namjoon announces as he lifts his hand.

And, with the exception of one, all five other hands rose. The six pairs of eyes directs at the aforesaid man, who remained deafeningly silent and wore an annoyed face.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon calls out, making the man to huff. "What."

"It makes no difference whether I raise my hand or not; we all know how the majority votes." He answers sharply.

The leader's gaze lingered on him for a while until breaking eye contact. "Then it's settled she shall stay here."

Not a minute later, the scar-faced man storms out of the room, furious.

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12 am anon here. okay so uh we havent talked about it cause i rly dunno how to tell them “yeah i think ur rly cute and i love it when you ramble abt the things you like and sometimes i do wanna kiss u” . anyways what songs do u think are dick grayson coded

personally some that come to mind are surface pressure from encanto, bad idea right and brutal by olivia rodrigo, and nerves by dpr ian. spring day by bts specifically when it comes to donna and wally and all his other dead loved ones

*older post I'm getting to now, 12 am anon and girlfriend are happily together, I just needed time to collate a list*

But that aside, you are literally the cutest. You make me so happy every time ;)

Surface Pressure, Bad Idea Right, and Brutal are all spot on!

I'd never heard Nerves before but now I've listened to it on repeat

Spring Day (eng ver) hadn't even entered my mind but now it won't get out.

Honestly all of Taylor Swift's and Olivia Rorigo's songs match Dick so perfectly

Orange are feel goods/exciting/dramatic story creation types

Blacks are sad/meloncholy/reflection songs about the darker side

I guess this is a Dick Grayson playlist.

Songs-

Come Hang Out by AJR - The Titans with Dick

You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring - self-explanatory.

Warriors of the Mind

You're on your own kid

This kpop song (anon knows, you might too)

My Version of You by Beth Crowley - reminded me of Tim and Dick's relationship when they fought during Dick's Batman era

Stop you're losing me by Taylor Swift - matches Dick fighting with Bruce

Unstoppable by Sia - reminds me of how the entire Superhero community relies on Dick and how he reacts in response

Let the Games Begin by AJR - is Dick constantly acting and ready for attention. Dick dealing with Gotham high society

Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons - embodies him in his entirety. If there's one song that defines him, it's this for me.

Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie - Him struggling with his insecurities of breaking his own records

Welcome to the Show by Britt Nicole - Robin Dick being a little psycho and taking his team on an adventure

The First One by Astrid S - careful. It's about Nightwing (1996) Issue #134. Not sure if it can be considered canon or not, it's a gray area for me

Leader of the Landslide by The Lumineers - Basically Dick's reaction to Bruce abandoning him with all the kids and him being protective of them. Relates to Gotham War most clearly but always

Fire by Gavin Degraw - Dick's bamfness and journey

Christmas Kids by Roar - Here comes Bruce's messed up attachment issues to Dick

Million to One by Camila Cabello - Dick's perfectionist issues and dreams of being greater

If You Go Down ( I'm Going Down Too) by Kelsea Ballerini - Dick and Donna's ride or die relationship.

Don't Think Just Run by Beth Crowley - Dick, leadership, and the superheroes' reliance on him

Labour - Dick hypothically getting tired of Bruce dumping every single thing on him

Panic Room by Au/Ra - Scarecrow telling Dick in Knight Terrors that his fear may be the scariest fear of them all. I'm just imagining everyone getting trapped in Dick's head and being forced to face his fear. That would be such a fun story to write.

Rise by Katy Perry - Dick will always overcome and thrive.

Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga - Dick with the Titans just as they score a major victory

Human by Christina Perri - Dick asking for a reprieve (in his head)

Human by Krewlla - Same but sadder

Dress by Charlotte Sands - Other people falling in love with Dick

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - How other people fall in love wiht Dick told through the eyes of Barbara or Kori

Heart of Stone by Six the Musical - Dick's unwavering love for Bruce

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths - Dick is Achilles.

Geronimo by Sheppard - Silver Age Teen Titans era except it's all of them.

Circus by Britney Spears - C'mon. He's performer born for the spotlight.

Je vole by Louane - Dick's message to Bruce about him leaving

Je vais t'aimer by Louane - The intensity of Dick's love that sometimes leaves his lovers entralled, breathless, and scared.

Location by AJR - Dick reaching out to someone (not necessarily romantic)

Bird Set Free by Sia - Dick lives for himself and his morals. He lives for peace.

She Sets the City on Fire by Gavin Degraw - Other people's point of view of Dick

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Dick's grief and mourning for Bruce's passing

Wonderland by Taylor Swift - Roy and Dick's relationship

Head Above the Water by Avril Lavigne - Dick being the superhero community's rock and leadership.

Nightmare by Halsey - Dick's a little wild but that's the reason he's still alive. This is just him going after Blockbuster.

Graveyard by Halsey - Dick literally keeping Bruce from destroying himself

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy - Just Dick raising super powered team after team and yanking everyone onto their feet

Pompeii by Bastille - Dick's perspective after the bombing of Bludhaven

The entire sour album by Olivia Rodigro - To describe Dick and Bruce after Bruce fired him

Troublemaker by Olly Murs - How literally none of his exes can let him go

Issues by Julia Michaels - Dick and Kori's relationship

See You Again by Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth - Dick and the Titans

Monster by Eminem and Rihanna - The amount of times people have told Dick he was crazy and he laughed and did it anyway

Superhero by Simon Curtis - Teen Titans Dick

Thunder by Imagine Dragons - Dick always takes charge of himself and his own destiny

A Million Dreams, the Greatest Showman - It literally sounds like Dick's inner thoughts to make Gotham a better place

Brave by Sara Bareilles - It's reminiscent of Dick's speech to Conner

Secrets and Lies by Death Note the Musical - This is Outsiders Dick Grayson to a T

Playing His Game by Death Note the Musical - This is how Dick solves all his crimes and mysteries

Drinking alone by Carrie Underwood - Ric Grayson

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson playlist #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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To-Do List

Uᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 06/06/2024

You make fun of Minho’s (shinee) grandpa laugh (one-shot)

MET Gala!Jackson likes his interviewer (one-shot)

Hyunjin smut with a thick s/o (one-shot)

Before, Now and After ft. Yoonjin - Alpha Yoongi falls hard for his new omgean maid, Seokjin (complete)

Queenie ft. Hyunjin - “If you could be queen for a day...what would you do?”

Have Mercy ft. Jimin/Yoongi - Jimin falls in love with the very soul he is supposed to devour. When he gathers the courage to confess it seems that someone far more evil finds her alone. (1/3)

Run From Me ft. Taehyung - Taehyung and you have history together, a very, very long and twisted history. (4/??)

Take on the World ft. BTS - When Seokjin imprint on a child, the Min pack has to prepare for parenthood (13/??)

Blackthorn ft. Yoongi - The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. (16/??)

Cafuné ft. Namjoon and Yoongi - As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Y/N doesn’t have time for love…or does she? (7/??)

Got7 Pregnant Social Experiment

Knock, Knock ft. Jaebeom/Yoongi: Jaebeom is finally woken up by his soulmate after how much time? (2/??)

Prompt Me Hoe - A bunch of AU’s featuring different idols

Butterflies ft. Seokjin - Y/N is an American song writer that befriends Kim Seokjin

Era of Love Series ft. Got7 - Nothing like that good ol’ college au

Lactation Kink: Poly!BTS - (2/3)

Chain Reaction ft. Bambam (5/6)

Chain Reaction ft. Kim Yugyeom (5/6)

The Jayde Heiress ft. BTS - Back against the wall, Arissa must learn to live in Bangtan’s world if she wants to survive. (to be rewritten)

You cry because you can’t fit their clothing - Got7, BTS, Monsta X

They meet you, their celebrity crush - Got7, Monsta X, Stray Kids, BTS

You crying in the shower - Monsta X, Shinee

They get to do a stage with their crush - Stray Kids, BTS, Shinee

You run into your ex and they see you have a child - Got7, Monsta X

When your top falls off in the pool - BTS, Shinee, Monsta X

You wear braids to a fan sign - Got7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

You’re pmsing - Ateez

You hit on your boyfriend while drunk - BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

Barber Shop ft. Kim Namjoon - Alysia just wanted to get her son’s hair fixed, she wasn’t expecting to fall for his new barber, Alpha Kim Namjoon.

Wherever You Are ft. BTS - This is what happens when you catch their eye while enjoying the nightlife.

Dragon’s Heart - Prince Jaebeom is the last descendent of the mighty dragons that left the Earth long ago. When a sudden attack leaves him wounded, Y/N saves his life. (Fantasy Au, Strangers to lovers)

Capture the Heart ft. Kim Seokjin - When Seokjin’s playboy ways come to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him…based off this gif set (Strangers to Friends to Lovers / College AU)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (Pirate AU)

Anything You Want ft. BTS

sugar daddy au, gang au, ceo au

Queenie ft. Hyunjin

royal au, fantasy au

Skylight ft. ??

neighbor au, hurt comfort

Care For You ft. Yoongi x Seokjin

a/b/o, dead dove, gang au, mxm, parent au

Trust Me ft. Mark Tuan and Song Mingi

demon au, gang au, dead dove

My All ft. Youngjae

fake dating au, pregnancy au

The Dragon’s Apprentice ft. BTS’ Rapline

dragon au, fantasy au, mxm

Not A Dream ft. Jungkook

ex to lovers au, gang au

Hey, My Baby ft. Jimin

strangers to lovers au, vampire au, sugar momma au

Something Like Fate ft. ??

strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint

Untitled ft. Got7/BTS

dragon au, sugar daddy au

You See Me? (I see You) ft. Hoseok

military au, brother’s friend au

Smile For Me ft. Jimin

actor au, stalker au

Handsome Devil ft. Shownu

demon au, unrequited love, fake dating au

Recipe For Love ft. ??

strangers to lovers

Looking For You ft. BTS

soulmates au, dream walking au

Michael & Jackson, After the Singer? ft. Jackson Wang

strangers to lovers, idol au, fake twin au

All of You ft. Bambam

yandere au, non-idol au

Pass You By ft. Minhyuk

ex’s to lovers au

Leave Me Alone ft. Changkyun

gang au

Enough ft. Vernon

friends to lovers au

Remembering You ft. Yoongi

married au

Consequence ft. Jungkook

vampire au

Untitled ft Jimin

werewolf au, a/b/o, friends to lovers au

Say Ahhh ft. Many Idols

personal chef au

Fairy Floss and Cottontails ft. Yoonkook

hybrid au, Easter au

Motion of the Ocean ft. Jackson Wang

mermaid au, fantasy au

The Story of You ft. Kim Namjoon

soulmate au

Q&A ft. Jaebeom

teacher au (sequel to Not So New Professor)

Welcome Home ft. Seonghwa

friends to lovers au, idol au

All About You ft. San

friends to lovers, gang au

Hear Me ft. ??

band au

Hello, Again ft. Monsta X

strangers to lovers, Idol au

Lost and Found ft. Monsta X

gang au

Lost My Halo ft. Gang7

high school/college au

Fall Apart ft. Mark

gang au

Sweet Pea ft. Yugyeom

gang au

Lie To Me ft. Jackson

gang au

Sub-Rosa ft Jaebeom

gang au

Isn’t Something Missing? ft. Youngjae

gang au

Count For Me ft. Jinyoung

gang au

Two Piece ft. Bambam

gang au

#soc to do list

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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To Do List!

Requests Are: Closed!

🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI

Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3

Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him

Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time

Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively

ITZY: 2

You wiping off their kiss

Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice

Red Velvet: 1

Meeting your friends for the first time

EXO: 7

Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au

You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun

Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes

You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration

Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons

Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date

Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol

ATEEZ: 1

Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident

Girls Generation: 7

🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates

Them introducing you to the members for the first time

Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)

Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you

🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive

🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them

G-Idle: 2

Miyeon: f!reader college!au

🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)

Cravity: 1

How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown

BTS: 6

Unrequited Love Headcanons

Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet

How they act around their crush

Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping

Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you

They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you

Stray Kids: 2

You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive

Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario

Mamamoo: 1

🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

Ouran High School Host Club: 1

Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend

love, nana <3

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wowiejimin · 6 years

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Safe - Chapter 16

OMFG, it has been probably more than a montth (?) since i had updated and i am so sorry :( but !! it’s summer vacation for me woooohooo and i am so ready to get on a grind to post these chapters like before :)) okay now imma shut up hehehe enjoy :D

Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 5.9k

Warnings: Swearing, um makeout session :$, flufffflyllylyy, whole lotta medical stuff about (Y/N)’s health :)

Members Included: All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

"Did you find his location yet?"

"Yes, sir."

Penzo smirked, "Well then? Where is he?" He asked the man, who shook in fear who had his eyes planted on the bright screen of the computer, "It's more like... Where is he heading..." The man says before turning the monitor over to the leader.

"It seems like all of Bangtan is heading over to Jeju Island."

Penzo puffed out the toxic air that he had inhaled from the cigar he lit. Looking at the rings on his fingers, he looked at the screen before nodding his head. "Looks like we're heading to Jeju Island. Pack up! We're leaving in fifteen."

And with that, his men started moving.

~/~

"Wait... So what does (Y/N) have again?"

"Abnormal Heart Murmur."

"No, wait yeah, but the other one."

"Aortic Valve Regurgitation?"

"Yeah, that one! What is it again?"

Jin huffed a breath as he sat down on his wheeled chair, looking down at (Y/N)’s medical records. "It means that one of her heart valves is leaking, which in this case, her aortic valve is leaking. Normally, your aortic valve stops blood from flowing back into the left ventricle. And with a leaky aortic valve, let alone a valve regurgitation, some blood leaks back through the valve as the heart relaxes."

Jimin blinked a couple of times before flickering his eyes over to (Y/N), who was laying down on the hospital bed. "So... How do we fix this?"

The day after tomorrow was their trip to Jeju. And just before they could leave, (Y/N) requested a quick checkup on her health, just in case if it was safe for her to travel with her heart condition.

Jin sighed, "Well, we're going to have to check up on her health, and from there, we'll see." He says before setting up the echocardiogram. Jimin watched as Jin performed the test before looking up at the screen of (Y/N)'s heart.

(Y/N) breathed nervously as she waited for her results. She wondered if she got any better ever since she has started to live with the boys, especially with effective medication. Or what if it has gotten worse?

Jin hummed, "Interesting." He mumbled to himself before shutting it down, wiping the gel off of (Y/N)'s chest as well. (Y/N) arched a brow, "Hm? Is there something wrong?" She asked with furrowed brows.

Jin walked over to her records before writing a few things down. "Are you still experiencing symptoms?" He asked as he turned around, taking a seat down in his chair once more. Jimin looked at her as she nodded, "Same symptoms. Chest pain, headaches, and occasionally, shortness of breath. As well as a fluttering heartbeat." She answers as Jin hummed once more. "How frequent do these happen?"

"Not very often. But, if I think about it, maybe either once or twice a week.”

"Well, it seems that the medication that I've given you has been working. Seeing how it had slightly improved over the few months." This causes a big smile to form on (Y/N)'s face. "Really? That's amazing!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking over at Jimin, who looked back at her with a smile too. "So, it's okay for her to travel?"

Jin nodded his head with a grin, "Yep. Just make sure to bring your medication, especially on the plane. And you may have to watch out for shortness of breath or other symptoms. It could indicate that you're tipping from a stable to an unstable state." Jin says as (Y/N) nodded, "Understood."

Before (Y/N) could jump off the bed, Jimin spoke up, "Is there any other treatment other than her medication?" He asked. He was pretty curious to know if there was any other treatment available for (Y/N)'s heart condition.

Jin pursed his lips, pausing for a second before getting up. He nodded his head, "Y-Yeah there is." He says as he eyed Jimin and (Y/N), "But I'm not sure if you're going to like the idea of this treatment."

(Y/N) eyed Jimin as Jin did before looking back at the older boy, "What is it?" She asks. To be honest, (Y/N) was completely up for anything to get rid of the terrible heart condition she had for her whole life.

"Surgery."

Jimin looked at his girl before looking back at Jin, "U-Uhh... Are they... Safe?" He asked softly as Jin nodded with a slight grin, reassuring the younger members, "Completely safe. I assure you that it is. But, if you do want to proceed with surgery in order to get rid of the condition," Jin says as he turned to (Y/N), "You're going to have to wait till after the trip. Maybe a month or two, if you're up for it."

(Y/N) smiled widely before lightly clapping her hands together, "Really? Yes please--"

"Wait, hold on--" Jimin interrupted, "We don't even know what this surgery is." Jimin says as (Y/N) slumped her shoulders a bit, realizing that he was right, "Oh, yeah." She said as she turned to Jin, "I'm guessing a valve replacement? Or even a valve repair?" The words that (Y/N) had said slightly spooked Jimin, not really liking the idea of the operation, especially because they would perform an "open heart" surgery to (Y/N).

"Yes, but it's totally up to you," Jin says, "Most valve repair and replacement operations are successful. And in some rare cases, a valve repair may or may not fail and another operation may be needed." He explains as (Y/N) nodded understandingly, "So, a valve replacement may be best for me." She says as Jin nodded, "That's right." He says as he looked back at her medical records.

"I can perform either a mechanical or biological valve replacement. With a mechanical valve, it is usually made from materials such as plastic, metal, or carbon. These are stronger than biological valves, which are made from animal tissue or taken from the human tissue of a donated heart. However, blood tends to stick to mechanical valves and create blood clots, meaning that you will have to take blood-thinning medicines. But with a biological valve, you may have to get it replaced every 10 years or so, and can break down faster within young adults." Jin explains as all this new information absorbed (Y/N)'s brain. However, Jimin seemed to pay close attention, very interested in knowing what could happen to his girl.

"I think... A mechanical valve may be best." (Y/N) says slowly as Jin nodded, "I was thinking that too." He says as he hummed to himself, "I can perform surgery in about... a month from now? Only because it will be the best time for the both of us, missions and business and all." Jin explained as he smiled at her, "But for now, you can continue to take the medicine I prescribed to you till then." He says as (Y/N) smiled, getting up from the hospital bed, "Thank you for your time, Jin oppa." She says sincerely as Jin placed a hand on her shoulder, "Anytime, (Y/N). Just let me know if your symptoms are getting any worse." He says as Jimin also gets up, walking over to (Y/N) as he slipped an arm around her waist.

"Let's get going, hm? We should start packing." He says as they both go down the hallway. (Y/N) hummed in agreement as she looked around the place, "I didn't know Jin had his own hospital." She says quietly as Jimin snorted, "Yeah, I mean, working for Namjoon hyung since you were kids can get you to places." He says as they slowly make their way down to the parking lot.

"I can't wait till we get there! To Jeju, I mean." (Y/N) suddenly says, causing Jimin to slightly laugh, "Hm, yeah, that's true. But, we also have a bit of business to do there." Jimin admitted, "I'm not completely sure what it's about," He says quietly before looking at her, "But I do know that you have a key role in it." He says, making (Y/N) hum in wonder. "I see." Is all she says as they make their way to Jimin's car.

~/~

"(Y/N), wake up." (Y/N) breathed out slowly as she dug further into her warm sheets. She groaned quietly before feeling a bit of weight on top of her, "C'mon," The voice whined, "We gotta go to the airport." They say before kissing her cheeks multiple times.

(Y/N) then fluttered her eyes open just to see chocolate brown orbs. She slowly sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, "What time is it?" She asked as Jimin leaned towards her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, "It's 6 AM." He said quietly, "The flight is only an hour and a half, and from there we can check in and have time to have fun on the resort." He says as (Y/N) nodded before smiling down at Jimin.

"And now that you're awake, go get ready. I'll be here." He says before playfully slapping her butt as she got up. (Y/N) gasped slightly, turning around to glare at him. Jimin laughed as (Y/N) sighed as she walked towards the bathroom.

Hopping into the shower, she quickly scrubbed her hair and body before getting out, drying herself. Knowing it'd be a bit warm but chilly in Jeju during the March month, she wore a pair of dark washed jeans and a white waffle knit turtleneck. (Y/N) stared at her appearance before grabbing an old jacket of Jimin's which was way too small for him now.

Once she got out of the washroom, Jimin whistled, "Well, aren't you cute." He hummed as (Y/N) scoffed, a smile playing on her lips, "Come on, we should go!" She says as she picks her bag up, as well with Jimin. Once they got to the foyer, the others boys are seen with their own bags as well, loading the vehicle up.

"The princess is finally awake!" Taehyung grinned as he skipped over to the girl, hugging her tight, "Is this really your first time in Jeju?" He asked. (Y/N) smiled up at the hybrid, "Yeah, it really is!" She says as Jimin smiled at the two, enjoying to see the two closest people in his life get along.

"Let's get going guys, our flight is waiting," Yoongi says, grabbing everyone's attention as they start to get in the vehicle. Sitting in between Hoseok and Jimin, (Y/N) sighed, rubbing her hands together as Jimin smiled down at her, "Go ahead and sleep. The airport is a pretty long drive from here." He says as (Y/N) nodded meekly before laying her head on top of his shoulder, fluttering her eyes closed.

Hoseok looked over at Jimin, a smirk playing on his lips. "How cute." He mumbled to himself before the vehicle started to move.

~/~

(Y/N)'s shoes padded against the clean marble floor of the overly crowded airport. They had made it through the security check and everything, although it was funny to see the monitor beep rapidly when they checked Hoseok, who was an android.

It was easy enough to find the terminal, and upon arriving, (Y/N) noticed that it was only the eight of them going in the plane. She turned to Jimin, "Are we the only ones going to Jeju?" She asked as Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, "It's a private plane, baby," He says, "It'll just be the eight of us going on." He says as they entered the plane.

"Since you've never been to Jeju, you can have the window seat." Jimin offers as (Y/N) looked at him with wide eyes, "J-Jimin... Thank you!" She says with a smile on her face as she rushed to the window seat, with Jimin following closely behind her.

"(Y/N)-ah! Jimin hyung!" A voice called and quickly went over to the couple, "How fun is this? This is my first time going to Jeju-island too!" Jungkook said excitedly, "You haven't?" (Y/N) asked as Jimin nodded, "Mhm, We've only ever gone for business related stuff, never for vacation, really. But, Jungkookie has only been in Bangtan since he was 14 or so. But we haven't gone since, only because we didn't have any business to do there." Jimin explained as (Y/N) oh'd at the thought, piecing the parts together.

Jungkook even seemed to be more excited than she was at this point, "I know this is your first time too. Ah! Jimin hyung, switch places with me! That way when we arrive I can look over Jeju with (Y/N)!" Jungkook suggested. Jimin frowned at this and was reluctant to allow this, but Jungkook was also a close friend to his, considered him as a younger brother, even. But then again, it was (Y/N)'s first time too, his girl, and he didn't want to miss on her first time experience.

Jimin sighed, "Fine, go ahead." He says before handing (Y/N) her pills. "Take these if your symptoms get worse during the flight." He says before leaning in, pecking her cheek. "Thank you, Jimin." She smiled at him before pecking his lips quickly. Jimin smiled before walking over to an empty seat beside Taehyung.

"Oh! Oh! Jiminnie!" Taehyung says excitedly, "I didn't think you'd want to sit with me!"

Jimin sighed, settling down in his seat, "Well, I didn't have a choice. This is the only other seat left." He says as Taehyung blinked before looking over at the younger members.

"You're not sitting with (Y/N)? How come?" The hybrid asked. "Jungkook wanted to. You know I can't say no to him, especially since it's his first time to Jeju. Besides, let the maknaes have fun, right?" He says as Taehyung nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess you're right." He says before settling his head on Jimin's shoulder, "I'm tired!" He whined, cuddling against him and wrapping an arm around his.

This is gonna be a long flight, Jimin thought as he looked over at (Y/N) and Jungkook, who was busy taking a selfie together. This is definitely going to be a long flight.

~/~

"Which resort are we staying at?" (Y/N) asked just as they got out in the cab.

"Jeju Shinhwa World Landing Resort. One of the best resorts here in Jeju." He answered just as (Y/N) gasped. "B-But, Jimin, that's one of the most expensive ones!" She says as Jimin shrugged, leaning back in his seat with an arm around her shoulders.

She pulled her lips into her mouth, holding back her smile. It was pretty sweet for him to do all this, especially a break from everything that has happened recently. "Thank you." She whispered. Jimin grinned, his bright white teeth coming into view. He then leaned in to press his lips onto hers, "Anything for you." He murmured. She bit her lip before planting her lips on his cheek softly.

The cab then rolled to a stop, in front of plenty of buildings. Namjoon handed the driver money as they all thanked him. Jimin firmly held her hand and tugged her along into the lobby.

"Room for Kim Namjoon." (Y/N) could hear Namjoon talk at the reception table. She looked around, even the lobby was beautiful, with its high ceilings, shiny and clean marble floor, and bright lighting.

"Ah, top floor." The woman says she hands the leader four key room cards. The boys send her a nod, but (Y/N), on the other hand, sent the woman a warm smile, who also returned the gesture as she thanked her.

"This trip is going to be amazing." (Y/N)'s voice filled the quiet atmosphere as they entered the elevator. Jin smiled over at the girl, "Indeed it is. Tomorrow, however, is the day of our conference with another group." He says as Namjoon hummed, "That's right," He says as he looked at (Y/N), "And you are needed when it happens."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly as Yoongi gave her a small smile, "No pressure."

The elevator doors open as Jimin gave (Y/N)'s hand a small squeeze, "Everyone, I got two key cards to each of the four rooms. Go ahead and pick a partner to room with." Namjoon says before walking over to Jin, in which both had probably planned to room with beforehand.

Jimin walked up to Namjoon before taking two identical key cards, only to find Jungkook speaking with (Y/N). He huffed before taking his hands in hers, dragging her down to their shared room, "Hey! I wanted to room with noona!" Jungkook says as Jimin stuck his tongue out at him, "You sat with her on the plane! That's enough, right?" He says as (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as Jimin unlocks the room. “You’re such a goof.”

As the two heaved in their bags in the room, (Y/N) smiled at her surroundings, "It's so pretty!" She gushed. The walls were a cream colour and there was one large bed in the centre. It had white on white sheets and pillowcases. Even the bathroom looked luxurious, with a glass shower and a huge vanity sink.

"Glad you think so," Jimin says while rolling the suitcases near the dresser. (Y/N) then sat on the bed, inhaling the fresh smell in the room. The bright morning sunlight shined through the glass doors on the opposite side of the room. (Y/N) smiled before her feet took her to the doors, her forehead pressed against the warm glass as she looked around. They had a beautiful view, she could see the blue sea water, it almost looked clear from where she stood.

"Well? Why don't you actually go out there and have a look around." Jimin gave her a small smile. (Y/N) turned to him, grinning from ear to ear as she nodded, "Okay," She says before opening the door and the warm breeze immediately greeted her, brushing against her face. "It's so warm, Jimin~" She cooed to herself as she held onto the railing.

"We also have a nice view." She says, looking around once more. Jimin hummed in agreement as he walked towards her, "Lucky to have warm weather, especially during March." He says he stands beside her, a hand placed on her lower back, "Don't lean out too far, otherwise you'll fall off." He says jokingly as (Y/N) smiled up at him.

"You know, I learned a lot from you, ever since the day we've met." Jimin suddenly says as (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Well for one, I learned a lot about the heart, and how it works." He says playfully, causing (Y/N) to laugh, "Hey, it's a pretty cool thing to learn." She says, defending herself as Jimin chuckled, "I also learned my soft side." Jimin says as (Y/N) laughed once more before turning over to him fully, "Well, I as well have learned a lot from you." She says as Jimin smirked at her, "Oh, how so?" Jimin imitated her, pitching his voice higher than usual.

(Y/N) then rolled her eyes playfully before taking his face in the palms of her hands, "I learned to never give up and persevere until the very end." She says as Jimin stared down at her, his smirk disappearing from his face. "And... Even if I somehow become captured back by Banjo, I'll surely find you once more." She says as Jimin furrowed his brows.

"I'm gonna make sure as hell that that sorry excuse of a human being will not lay a finger on you." He says with his tone all in seriousness. (Y/N) then smiled warmly at him before going on her tiptoes, pecking him on the lips. "Thank you, Jimin." She says as she stared up at his eyes.

Jimin groaned quietly before placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer before placing another kiss on her lips.

"Gosh, look at you, you're just like a child," Jimin says as he breaks the kiss. (Y/N) huffed as she stood back on her feet, her hands now resting at the sides of his neck. "Get ready, (Y/N)." He then says softly. (Y/N) tilted her head, "Huh?"

"We didn't come all this way just to look at the view. So go get ready!"

(Y/N) then broke out into a smile, letting a little "ah" in understanding and rushed past him into the bedroom.

"Gosh. she really is like a child." Jimin mumbled to himself before following her inside.

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It was now midday, the sun was shining down on the couple, and it was warm but not overly so. It was perfect, especially now that the two were headed towards the beach.

(Y/N) adjusted the drawstring bag that held both her and Jimin's beach towels, sunblock, and both of their phones. The two walked side by side down toward the beach. There were other people running around with kites flying in the air or even playing beach volleyball on the sand. Many were even in the water.

(Y/N) inhaled the air, and she swore that she could smell the sea salt if there was even a scent for it. (Y/N) squealed in excitement as they got closer, and at this point, she could see the clear blue waves washing upon the shore.

"Jimin! Let's hurry!" She says with a wide smile before letting go of his hand and breaking into a faster pace towards the water. "Okay-- wait-- (Y/N)!" Jimin stammered but he was too late. "(Y/N) You're gonna get your shirt wet!" He yells, referring to the white cover-up she wore over her swimsuit.

(Y/N) then stopped before smiling at Jimin, "I think this is an okay spot to put our things." She says as Jimin laughed, shaking his head, "Excited, are we?" He asked as he got closer to the girl. (Y/N) shared the laugh, "You know it!"

They took the time to set up their towels and to set down the rest of their things. "I'm going in first, Jimin!" She called out to Jimin. But before she could rush into the water, Jimin had grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. "Woah, hold on! You still need to put sunblock on." He says in a stern yet playful voice. (Y/N)'s cheeks warmed up slightly as she nodded, "Oh right."

After applying the cream, she slowly took her cover-up off. She took a small breath before looking over at Jimin, who had also taken off his white t-shirt.

Now, although she has seen Jimin with shirtless plenty of times, she just couldn't help but blush. Her lips and her eyes widen just to take in the sight. Her eyes scan over his defined arms and well-built abs and chest, just stopping at the waistline of his black swimming trunks before shooting back to his face. His skin glistened under the sunlight, especially from the sunscreen he was applying.

She felt her cheeks burn once his eyes meet hers.

And now, (Y/N) wasn't the only one who was in awe.

Jimin was caught off guard by the look in her eyes as he feels his stomach twinge and swells with desire. His eyes drank in every curve of her body, and he had thanked himself for convincing (Y/N) to buy that yellow one piece. It looked beautiful on her, and his breath hitched in his throat when she stood up.

"Wow." He says under his breath.

"I'm gonna go in first, Jimin." She says with a smile before turning around, walking at a fast pace towards the water.

Jimin didn't even get to respond but that didn't matter now, now that he got to stare at the way her hips swayed.

Damn.

Jimin shook his head, "C'mon, Jimin. The faster you are at applying sunscreen, the more time you get to spend time with your girl." He mumbled to himself.

As soon as he finished, he slowly made his way over to where (Y/N) was. "J-Jimin! C'mere!" She says, turning over to the black-haired boy and holding out her hand, "I want to take my first step into the water with you!" She says excitedly as Jimin hurried over, "Okay, okay." He says as he held her hand.

Smiling over at her, he motioned her to walk in. She returned the gesture before quietly giggling to herself, taking her first step into the water.

"A-AH! It's really cold!" She hissed as the water surrounds her ankles. Jimin, however, had walked further into the point where the water hit his thighs to his hips. Jimin tugged onto her hand, wanting to come in further but (Y/N) halts and stands there, giving him a helpless look.

"Jagiya, why aren't you coming any closer?" He asks.

She then gives him a nervous smile. Although she was very cold, the sound of him calling her that had warmed her up, no matter how cheesy it sounds. "I-It's cold!"

Jimin laughed before walking towards the girl, a smile playing on his lips. "C'mon! It's not that bad. Especially when you get used to it." He says as he takes her hand into his, trying to pull her in further into the water. (Y/N) shivered, reluctantly allowing him to take her in. "See? It isn't so bad, right?" Jimin says, looking down at their hands, where (Y/N) was holding his hand with an iron grip.

"No... I guess it's not." (Y/N) says before a small yet strong wave of water whooshed towards them, causing (Y/N) to lose balance. "W-Woah!" She yelps as she falls forward, falling on top of Jimin's chest. "(Y/N)--!" Before Jimin could finish, the two fell into the water.

(Y/N) was first to get back up to the surface, and was followed by Jimin who started to laugh loudly.

(Y/N) blinked at Jimin as she attempted to brush away her now drenched hair. "Jimin?" She says, now giggling along with the boy. "My-- My tummy hurts." Jimin breathed, looking at her, "Your hair is all wet now." Jimin murmured as (Y/N) smiled warmly at him, his cheeks were pink tinted from all the laughing and felt her heart flutter.

"Yours is too." She says, combing his black hair away from his face, revealing his forehead. She then blushed once more, having his hair covering his forehead and revealing his forehead indeed shows a difference. But either way, he was beautiful. "You're so cute, Jiminnie." She cooed.

Jimin then returned the smile before smashing lips onto hers, his hands softly caressing her thighs. (Y/N) was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. It was pretty rough and heated, but passionate at the same time as she placed her arms around his neck.

He then pulled away, panting slightly and pushed his body against hers gently. "C'mere, (Y/N)." He says, his voice seductive as he leans in once again. And this time, (Y/N) had kissed him, causing the boy to grin, quickly kissing back with as much passion.

His hands roamed around her body, gently sliding his hands down her lower back before placing them on the curve of her bum. (Y/N) gasped at the touch as Jimin took the opportunity to slip his tongue. His hands started to move again before hooking his hands under her thighs once again. (Y/N) then wrapped her legs around his waist, causing Jimin to moan into the kiss.

However, Jimin was the first to break the kiss, or well, makeout session.

(Y/N) smiled at him as Jimin huffed, taking in what had happened. Their first makeout session and Jimin had to stop it before he wouldn't be able to stop himself!

"So... You wanna go get food or something?"

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Spending the whole day with Jimin in Jeju was exactly how she imagined it would be. It was fun, and was pretty romantic in (Y/N)'s eyes, except for the fact that he was practically spoiling her the whole time. Scratch that, he's been spoiling her! Not that Jimin minded, of course. (Y/N) also never seen Jimin so energetic before, it was almost like it was contagious, reminding her of Hoseok. But, Jimin was a complete gentleman the entire time as well.

After taking a dip in the beach, he had taken her to many stores in the area, and most of the time they were window shopping, but it was still fun! He had even paid for all for her meals, and every time she had looked over at him, a smile was permanently etched on his face. And (Y/N) could tell he had a load of fun as well.

However, the sun was beginning to set, meaning that the day was almost over and the sun was setting low in the sky. Most people were packing up while others stayed.

They even went back to their room to change into comfier clothes. Jimin wore a simple white shirt with khaki shorts, along with white converses. Whereas for (Y/N), she wore a flower printed woven cami maxi dress, in which she had bought during the day.

And after eating dinner, the two sat on their towels as (Y/N) munched on fruits Jimin had bought her. (Y/N) hummed at she brought a mango piece up to Jimin's face, "Mango?" She asked as Jimin shook his head, "I'm fine. I don't really like mangoes." He says as (Y/N) quirked a brow as she placed the fruit in her mouth, "It's the texture that I don't like." He explained.

(Y/N) sighed, "I wish this day didn't have to end. I had so much fun! It was nice and relaxing, especially because I got to spend it with you. But... I can’t imagine how fun it’d be with the other boys. But nonetheless, thank you, Jimin." She says quietly as she sat closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Jimin hummed, wrapping an arm around her waist, "I had fun too." He says as (Y/N) looked up at him, "You know... When you told me that you were bringing me here, I wasn't sure if you were okay with me hanging out with you. Well, only because we didn't confess at the time, but, I also often wonder--"

"I did want to hang out with you. I always do." Jimin says, "I-I admire you, and I really like you. And you know that." He says, and for some reason, he had felt nervous, and for the first time, he didn't know why.

(Y/N) smiled up at the boy, "Jimin, look at me."

Jimin's eyes met hers and (Y/N) leaned in, kissing his nose, "I really like you too. I'm glad you saved me back there, back in what? 3-4 months ago?" She says as Jimin snorted, "Yeah. Hard to believe that I saved you. I'm glad I did though." He says as (Y/N) sighed, nuzzling into his chest.

"When we get back to our room, we'll wash up and grab some room service, if you're still hungry." He plans as (Y/N) hummed, "Okay." She says before shivering, the cool wind blowing through the air as the day reaches to evening time.

Jimin notices this and rubs her side, "I think we should get back. It's getting pretty cold, and I don't want you to get sick, especially while we're here." And now that Jimin had brought it up, (Y/N) shivered once more, feeling the small goosebumps arise on her skin. "I agree. Let's go." She smiles up at the boy, who returns the gesture and begins to gather their things.

"However, there is one more stop I want to take you to before we get to sleep," Jimin says shyly as he takes her hand in his, interlacing their fingers together.

For the umpteenth time during that day, another warm smile was planted on (Y/N)'s face as she felt her cheeks warm up, feeling the shiver run down her spine from the sudden action. "Okay, take me there, Jiminnie!" She says, quite excited to see what this place was.

They then walked through small walkways and into streets. Jimin held her hand tight, now that the vicinity started to become a bit busy now that the lights are turning on and night activities are opening.

They soon come out onto a busy street, filled with many people with a small concert happening. (Y/N) looked around in awe, the entire street closed just for this night event to happen; filled with music, people, and lights.

"Remember I asked you to dance? Back at the GOT7 house?"

(Y/N) looked up at him with a shy smile, remembering that day, especially when Jimin got drunk out of his mind.

"Of course I did!" She says, "That was when you got drunk--"

"Alright, sure, that may have been one of my lowest points, but," Jimin chuckled, "I just thought we can end our first day in paradise here, and to do that again." He says softly, his hand still encompassing hers as he leads her into where the music was playing. Pulling her into the small crowd that was surrounding the music band, he had found an empty spot.

Jimin set their things down before turning to her, "Mind if I have this dance...? With you?" He asks in a soft and low voice. (Y/N) sighed in content before nodding her head, placing her free hand on his shoulder. Jimin leads her in a smooth, slow dance, and never once had looked away from (Y/N), his eyes always looking into hers.

"Jimin, I want to thank you for today, just one last time." (Y/N) suddenly says, grabbing more of Jimin's attention, "I feel like a princess with all that you've done for me..." She admits in a small voice. And just when (Y/N) thought Jimin's smile couldn't get any bigger.

"I'm glad you had fun." Jimin murmured as he leaned in, placing a kiss on her cheek. A rush of happiness had coursed through both of their bodies from each other's actions.

(Y/N) sighed before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close as they continued to dance. Jimin once again kissed her cheek before placing his hands on her hips, never feeling so lucky in his life. And as some time goes by, the song had ended. The crowd claps for the performers as they take a bow before playing another song.

"I think we should head back now."(Y/N) whispered. Jimin breathed his breathing tickling (Y/N)'s neck. "I guess this means we should get back to our room, hm? C'mon, let's go."

And as the two walked back, Penzo was seen behind a building, watching the two. The man chuckled, "Seems like JImin had gotten himself a little girlfriend, huh?" Penzo chuckled as his right-hand man gave him a smirk.

"Are we going to kill him now?" He asked as Penzo shook his head, "No, not now." Penzo growled over at the man before looking back at Jimin.

"Find out who the girl is, and from there we can proceed with the plan."

"And what do we do with the girl?"

Penzo hummed with a smirk, "Simple. We take her in with us after we kill the guy."

But little did Penzo have known, (Y/N) was the reason why his men got killed, all because of the code, that leads to the unknown constituent in the wanted safe that (Y/N) was destined to open.

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kpoptwitches · 3 years

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Mafia!BTS Reaction: You Spot Your Name Tattooed On Their Skin (Maknae Line)

⚠️WARNING - THIS CONTAINS A LOT OF FLUFF⚠️

.. or just more than I’m use to

Park Jimin

The sounds of lips smacking and muffled moans filled the once quiet bedroom. Jimin hovered over your figure, his hands positioned on either side of your head as his lips moved along with yours.

With a quick turn of events, you knocked his arm out from under him, using it as leverage to roll the both of you over. In a blink of an eye, you were the one on top, straddling his waist as you struggled to unbutton the series of loops on his shirt.

“This is such a turn off,” you grumbled as the hot and heavy feeling pooling between your legs only got worse.

Jimin’s intense stare and ghost-like touches did nothing to help, but you smiled in victory once each and every button was unhooked. You went to pull his shirt fully off, but halted once your eyes scanned over his chest.

Your breath - and any words - hitched in your throat as you stared down at the raw skin beneath you. Just under his collarbone laid your name, forever inked into his skin. You grimaced at the thought of how much it must’ve hurt before tearing your gaze away to meet his.

“What’s wrong, baby,” he questioned while slightly cocking his head to the side, “Don’t you like it?”

His eyes studied your features trying to figure out the thoughts bouncing around in your mind.

“I-I do! But .. why,” you frowned while thinking of the off chance - the possibility - where the two of you were no longer together. The possible day where Jimin is stuck with an everlasting reminder of someone he no longer has.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because you’re my everything.”

The words softly rolled off his tongue before he pulled you down, connecting your lips in a much more subdued kiss.

“You will always be my everything, baby.”

Kim Taehyung

“Ugh,” you dramatically groaned out in pure frustration, “Just get over it already, it was no big deal!”

“No big deal,” Taehyung repeated then scoffed out in utter disbelief. His jaw was firmly clenched in anger as his eyes sharply watched your every move.

This wasn’t how the night was suppose to go. It was suppose to be a quiet date night, just the two of you, but of course, things took a deadly turn. And when you jumped in to help, almost getting yourself sorely hurt in the process, it drove your boyfriend mad.

“You were seconds away from getting yourself killed, and you think I should just get over it?”

Out of habit, Taehyung pushed up his sleeves, revealing not just his toned forearm, but accidentally exposing a tattoo you’ve never quite seen before. Squinting to get a better look, even from a distance, you could clearly make out every distinct letter of your name.

Taehyung’s gaze followed yours and he temporarily froze. He wasn’t necessarily planning on hiding his new ink from you, but he had hoped to reveal it under better circumstances.

“You got my name tattooed?”

In an attempt to conceal the smile that was creeping in, you bit down on the skin of your bottom lip, then sauntered across the room towards him. All annoyance you previously felt melted away by the pure warmth and flattery that flooded your chest.

“Is that a problem,” he fired back, but his voice came out softer than he hoped - softer than you expected.

You shook your head before propping yourself up onto your tiptoes and smashed your lips onto his. Taehyung instantly responded, his arms flying out to lock themselves around your waist - all while his lips molded with yours.

“You,” you muttered breathlessly when you reluctantly pulled away, “You’re not still mad at me, are you?”

Your head tilted up, just enough for your gaze to meet his. Love and passion were swirling around in his chocolate brown irises, but you knew those eyes could easily disguise any other emotions he was feeling.

“Now that I think about it,” Taehyung cooed after a few short moments, “I’m still a tad bit annoyed, but I’ll get over it with the right motivation.”

After flashing you a smug smirk, his lips found yours again, pouring each emotion he was feeling into the simple kiss.

Jeon Jungkook

“Do you want some help?”

Your mocking tone bounced off the four walls of the bathroom as your body leaned against the door frame. With arms lazily crossed across your chest, you eyed Jungkook’s frame as he struggled to clean some type of cut on his side.

“No,” he gruffed in response, “I’m fine.”

But you could tell by his awkward posture and how his eyebrows furrow in annoyance - he wasn’t fine. So without another word, you sauntered over to him and pushed his hands away from his body.

“You’re such a baby, just ask for help when you need ..”

Your voice slowly trailed off as you observed the skin around the wound. Only a few inches above it laid your name tattooed in dark, cursive letters. But the biggest surprised seemed to be how embarrassed Jungkook appeared. His head hung low as he avoided all types of eye contact.

Silence consumed the two of you, but it was soon shattered by Jungkook’s whisper, “Do you hate it?”

You were almost taken back by his question, but you were quick to shoot it down by shaking your head vigorously.

“No .. No, I don’t.”

Your voice was soft as a small smile tugged up on your lips. For the longest time, you worried Jungkook never truly wanted you, but the dark lettering permanently etched into his skin blew away any of your previous worries.

“But,” you suddenly started while nervously chuckling, “I don’t have to get one, right?”

Your boyfriend chuckled with a slight shake to the head. His body moved away from his position at the sink before turning to you and cupping both your cheeks. In a matter of seconds, his lips were on yours, planting a chaste kiss.

“You might, sweetheart,” he teased, “But maybe not quite yet.”

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missdreamshade · 3 years

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If it’s not too much, can you do a Mafia!BTS reaction? The plot can be anything you want to try.

// Of course, darling! I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, so here ya go! 🍄 \\

Yandere + Mafia!BTS Reaction: You Hurt Yourself While Trying To Escape (Maknae Line)

Park Jimin

You didn’t have much time before Jimin would make his way back home. Your already small window of opportunity was quickly coming to a close.

You rushed over to your bedroom window before pushing it open. Glancing over your shoulder, you gave the room once last once over before swinging your legs over the sill and pushing off.

It wasn’t a very far drop, but you accidentally kept your legs straight, making you land horribly wrong on your ankle. As a result, your whole body collapsed to the ground and you cried out in pain.

“What’s this,” A sickeningly sweet voice suddenly rang out, capturing your full attention, “Why, it’s my little kitten. Oh, and it appears that she has hurt herself. What a pity.”

You watched in horror as Jimin fully rounded the corner, stalking up to your injured form. A series of leaves crunched under his boots, forcing your body to shudder.

“What are you,” you voice trailed off as confusion took over.

You thought you had at least ten more minutes before he’d get home.

“What am I doing home? Silly you! I came home early to spend some time with my beautiful girl.”

“But it seems like she got herself in quite a predicament. And you say that you don’t need me! Just look at what happens when I’m not here. I’ll tell you what, I’ll forget about your foolish actions if you walk yourself right back inside, but on one condition. You’re not allowed to limp. If you do, I’ll send my men to slaughter your entire family. Have I made myself clear, baby?”

Kim Taehyung

The cold night’s air nipped at the skin on your face, causing it to both freeze and burn simultaneously. You scurried across the estate’s garden, stopping directly at the fence at the other end. You threw a backpack of a few essential items over to the other side before using all your strength to hoist yourself up.

Freedom was so close, you could practically taste it, but the sudden sensation of a hand gripping your ankle shattered any hope that was quickly building up.

“You’re not going anywhere, Miss! Not while I’m suppose to be watching you!”

It was one of Taehyung’s men desperately trying to foil your plan. Most likely so he wouldn't lose his life. The thought of him dragging you back into that dreadful house - or telling Taehyung what you had attempted - shook you to the core. So, naturally, you fought back. Screaming. Kicking. Anything to get him to let you go.

But to your dismay, all your attempts failed as he pulled you off the fence and to the ground. In the process, your head ended up smacking off the solid ground below, making a horrible pain flood through your skull.

And before you fully regain your senses, a gunshot rang through the air; then your now-former bodyguard collapsed to the ground. When his body disappeared from view, you noticed him standing only a few feet away, a gun held tightly in his grip.

“Now, look at what you did, love. You made me kill one of my best men for causing you harm. And all because you can’t fucking learn how to behave yourself. It looks like I’m going to have to lock you away until you can finally learn a thing or two.”

Jeon Jungkook

You were so incredibly stupid. So horribly naïve and foolish.

You actually managed to escape the deranged psychopath - who kept you hostage for nearly a year. But your freedom was short-lived when you ran directly into the arms of one of his many rivals.

It was their turn to hold you captive, using you as leverage to get anything they wanted out of your former captor. With each day that passed by, they found a new way to torture you. Ways you never experienced before. Ways you never could have imagined. Suddenly being locked away under Jungkook’s care never looked so much like paradise until now.

When Jungkook finally found you, his stone-cold heart almost shattered at the sight. Cuts and bruises littered your once perfect skin. You looked so weak. You could barely even lift your head off the ground to greet him. But the sight of your eyes lighting up once you saw him made his lips curve up into a smile.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to scoop you up in his arms, pressing you carefully into his chest. He carried you out of the building and into the safety of his car, not being phased by the chilling noises of screams and gunshots.

“You see, this is exactly why I keep you under strict supervision, sweetheart. It’s so something like this won’t ever happen. You are just so disobedient.. So defiant, yet so fucking fragile. But don’t think for one second that just because you’re hurt that means you’re off the hook. You still disobeyed and allowed for others to get their hands on what’s mine. Once your healed up, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to run - or even walk - away from me.”

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Before I Leave You (Pt.8)

(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Every meeting it gets a little easier to love you, but not every packmate is onboard with the decision to accept you into their ranks.

Tags: Implied anorexia, Non-verbal main Characters, Boundaries being overstepped, negative self-talk, implied betrayal, fluff, love at first sight

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: I'm hoping the gratuitous amount of Namjoon x m/c fluff will make everyone not realize that besides Seokjin’s secret- there is so little effing plot in this chapter. Sorry, this took me a second to get out! next weekend I will be updating a different series! after that, we'll be back to weekly updates with this series hopefully!

Previous part — Masterlist

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Part 8: Seokjin's Secret

The first time Namjoon ever hears you speak is a special little thing.

You treat him and the boys to glasses of iced sweet tea while they repair the railing of the small porch. It’s kind of a shoddy job because the whole space needs refurbishment, they're not building it to last- only withstand wear until they have a chance to replace it. Namjoon might be a little helpless when it comes to the epic highs and lows of home-improvement, but yoongi isn’t.

The last time he’d been over Namjoon had noticed the railing was loose and the anxiety of one of his packmates falling or it giving way ate away at him until he’d asked Yoongi if he could fix it. The whole little deck area isn’t that elevated at the front- but near the back, the drop to the ground is as high as the house, and that makes Namjoon's alpha anxious.

The sweet tea is well appreciated in the early summer heat, you're still in your pajamas, white with little pink hearts. your hair a little bed mused, sticking up a little. Yoongi puts his hand on your exposed ankle and in wordless thanks before he drains his whole glass in one go, his Adam's apple bobbing, making his scent gland more prominent.

“For you Joonie” your voice shocks something out of him, making him nearly drop the hammer on his feet. The ice tinkles against the inside of the glass. lemon rounds bobbing like little suns. You pour a glass for Namjoon and he sits on the steps.

His handshakes when he reaches for it. Dusty and sliding on the condensation, almost spilling. It's sweet and exactly what they needed in the summer heat, slumped against the steps, you sit with them for a second, not touching your tea except for when Yoongi proffers you a sip.

Namjoon lifts the glass to his mouth, and You poke at his dimple, “pretty” you say, voice small, eyes keener than they could be.

pretty, that's all, and yet Namjoon does a good job of forgetting how to breathe properly, his lungs giving up on it entirely when his heart feels like that. And seeing as he’s currently got water in his throat- means it goes out his nose.

He ducks away to hide his blush and wipe at his wet face as Tae erupts into laughter, Jimin too, falling back onto the grass with how hard he’s laughing. Yoongi lets out that little breathless rough laugh, the one that comes from his stomach and not his throat.

Even you smile, hiding it with your hands in a way that makes Namjoon almost want to reach out and pry them away- he wants to know what you look like when you smile, the way your lips quirk, how it fits on your face- all of it. But it disappears, darts away like fickle sunlight.

He's sure Yoongi knows what you're like when you smile, what your voice sounds like when it's wrapped cozy in a laugh.

(Namjoon's might be just a little bit jealous.)

Maybe falling in love is nothing more than a collection of little moments, like multicolored candies Scattered about, one that begets fondness and another sentimentality, another heat.

Namjoon doesn't know it yet- but one day he's going to look back and remember this moment and appreciate it for what it was; the moment before the fall, the moment before everything started to click into place. He's the cornerstone of this house of cards.

You refill Namjoon's glass with the last of the Tea and go back inside. And by the time Namjoon’s nose has stopped burning the others are only quietly chuckling. Taehyung and yoongi sharing a conspiratory look. But There's something in Taehyung's eyes- that says he's a little jealous too.

Namjoon might be a little too preoccupied to realize he's not jealous of yoongi or Namjoon, no- Taehyung is jealous of you again, hasn't yet learned to let this frustration die.

Namjoon's mind is too messy, thinking of lemon head candies and Konpeito like little stars. Of being called /pretty/ and the way your finger had felt against his dimple. No doubt he'll dissect every moment and extract every ounce of this giddy feeling until he learns to be embarrassed over it.

So much for being a good example of an alpha- Namjoon is not only helpless at home improvement- but helpless at flirting too.

Coming Monday, June 14th @ 5pm EST

#namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #bts gang au #bts mafia au #min yoongi fic #bts a/b/o au #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts #bangtan sonyondan #bts reactions #namjoon reaction #yoongi reaction #bts poly #bts fluff #bts angst #bts hurt/comfort #bts trauma

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yoongi-sugaglider · 3 years

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2640

Part 15===Part 16===Part 17

The next handful of days became a blur of activity. Well, more so for the others than for me.

Hoseok and I had been ordered to strict bedrest, which only one of us actually took seriously. While I sat in bed most of the day, watching movies on my laptop or vegging out on as many snacks as I could convince Jeanette to bring me, Hoseok on the other hand snuck by Jimin as often as possible to help the boys with various projects around the house.

The only reason I even found out is because every few hours I’d hear Jimin fussing at him all the way up the stairs and back to the bodyguard’s bedroom.

I sat with Jeanette, Rose, and Jimin one afternoon, chatting away with them while Jimin checked my leg wound when Jungkook wandered into the bedroom, a stoic look on his face as he sat at his computer desk and turned to stare blankly at my injured leg.

“Something on your mind boss?” Jimin asked as he cinched the bandage tight and turned to begin putting his tools away in his bag.

“Mmm…”

The noncommittal sound drew my attention and I frowned at him, worry creasing my forehead as I reached my hand over to the small throw pillow I’d been using to prop up my injured leg.

“Oi! Earth to Jeon!” I yelled, tossing the pillow overhand at him. He caught it midair, never breaking eye contact with my leg as he tossed it onto the floor beside him.

“We can’t let Eun Kwang get away with this…” He muttered, the stoic look dissolving into a frown when he finally met my eyes.

“We’ve talked about this Kookie. There’s no point to trying to retaliate. We have no idea where they’re holed up. Nor how many of them there are or what kind of fire power they’re packing.” I leaned forward, pulling my pajama pant leg down and leaning back into the headboard.

“If we had even a sliver of that information…”

“Jungkook please…” I whispered, eyes pleading with him to drop it.

He growled, shoving his way out of the chair and to his feet. Fists clenched at his sides he glared at me, though the moment didn’t last long as his gaze softened.

I shook my head, nodding to Jeanette and Rose. “We have far too much on the line to risk even one of us getting dropped because of some half thought out revenge scheme. Jungkook, going out there would be suicide.”

“You wouldn’t leave a girl widowed before you’ve even gotten a chance to marry her boss, would ya?” Jimin’s quiet words seemed to do the trick.

Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape as if he’d had half a mind to argue with the words from the wise doctor. But after a moment of fish bowling he shut his mouth, shaking his head with a resigned sigh.

“No...you’re both right. It’s hot headed and foolishness that’d get me killed before I even made it halfway there.” He bowed his head for a moment, eyes closed as he inhaled slowly.

“See, Tae said you were a smart man.” Rose grinned at him, standing from the bed and patting him on his arm. “Come on bud, let’s get some food in ya. I bet you haven’t eaten all day have ya?”

I snorted at the two, waving them off and thanking Jimin for his hard work. The room quickly cleared out, leaving just me and Jeanette to ruminate in our thoughts for a bit while I shifted around in bed trying to find a comfortable spot to mope in.

“Hey y/n?” Came the whispered voice of Jeanette, causing me to pause in my movements.

“What’s up?” A smile came to my lips as I watched the timid woman worrying at the hem of her shirt.

“Well umm… I was talking to Jin this morning while we worked on breakfast...about the pantry and stuff?”

I nodded as she paused, motioning for her to continue when she glanced over to me with a look of worry.

“Well, it’s just that… Yes, we have an amazing pantry. MRE’s keep for ages and so do canned goods. But like...wouldn’t it be nice to have fresh produce?” When I remained silent and smiling at her words her face lit up.

She began talking faster, turning in place to sit cross legged before me. She pulled the pillow I’d discarded earlier into her lap to protect the tiny protrusion of her belly as she spoke at length about her plans.

“Since there aren’t that many of us it wouldn’t have to be that big at first. And of course it would take a while for anything to grow. But just imagine, come fall we could have all kinds of amazing fresh veggies. Corn, carrots, tomatoes and potatoes. I could even manage cucumbers and watermelon if we could find things for the vines to climb.”

I leaned forward, taking her hands in mine and running my thumbs reassuringly across the ridges of her knuckles as she spoke, watching the idea grow bigger and bigger within her. The passion in her voice alone had me picturing the enclosed area, teaming with life and greenery and her tiny plump form tending to the plants as she coo’d at them as if they were her own children.

As she began outlining plans for bird proof netting she paused though, mouth curved into a gentle O of surprise and if I didn’t know any better, fear as her head whipped to the door to stare at Yoongi who’d been watching us...well her, talk this whole time.

“Oh...Yoongi I…” She bowed her head, seeming to shrink in on herself as if seeing the man had taken the wind out of her sails.

“Go on…” He whispered, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with an encouraging smile.

“It’s just….Jin told me to ask Hoseok, who pointed me to Jungkook, who told me to ask you...and well.”

“Jeanette…” My smile only grew when her gaze finally mine. Hope began shining in her eyes and it seemed that the entirety of her frame lit up with our shared excitement.

“I love the idea. Honestly. We can get Namjoon to draw up your plans. He’s basically a genius so I’m sure he could engineer it to be the second safest place in Daegu. And since we’ve been having issues with Hoseok sitting still for long enough, he can be on duty for helping you till the soil or anything else that you might need.”

“I’ll be there to help as well…”

I glanced over to Yoongi and he grinned at the shocked look on my face.

“All of my end of things is done. You can’t exactly expect me to sit on my thumbs while cleaning my weapons all day now can you?”

Jeanette giggled at his words, gingerly lifting herself from the bed and smoothing out the black YG shirt that drowned her figure, another of Yoongi’s favorite shirts.

“Thank you y/n. Really I mean it. I was worried that I wasn’t able to contribute enough to everything that was going on and well...with this…”

“Hey now, we talked about this.” Yoongi walked over, wrapping her in a side hug and tracing his fingers down the bare skin of her arm. “You’re doing plenty enough. Between laundry and helping Jin cook all the meals?”

“Exactly.” I chimed in, shifting to my side a bit so I could send her a less pained smile. “Nobody in this house thinks you’re a burden in any way. And if they even think it I’ll tell Jungkook to beat them up on the spot.”

Yoongi snickered, sending me another grin. “He’d do it too, no questions asked. So don’t worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?”

She nodded after a moment’s hesitation.

“Well, alright then. It’s settled.” He began steering her towards the door, shooting me one last grateful smile. “Let’s get those plans started on. Let the boss lady get herself some rest.

As my bedroom door shut behind them, I couldn’t help but to wonder when and how they’d gotten so close.

***

By dinner time I’d managed to convince Jimin to let me down to the basement. Everyone was off doing their own thing and frankly sitting alone to eat in the bedroom again had made me so nauseous just thinking about it that I’d almost opted to skip dinner all together. But he’d seen the desperate plea in my eyes and relented, barring that I allowed Jungkook to carry me down there.

I sat with Taehyung and Rose, munching away at my meal as I watched them giggle over stories they shared of when they’d first met.

“It was a coding nightmare. I’d only been working for the main office for two months when they put his case in my lap. Some young kid that’d managed to bully his way into the Seoul Police department’s criminal database and posted all of the corrupt politicians with arrest warrants and speeding ticket fees to every news site that he could get his grubby little hands on.” Rose cackled, throwing her head back as her entire body shook with the force of her laugh.

“Hey! That was some of my best work!” Taehyung pouted, tossing a wayward green bean in her direction and causing her to snort harder.

“Best work? You had everything so scrambled from that little backdoor snipe that it took their tech department 2 years to set everything straight.” She shook her head, popping the betrayed green bean in her mouth before tossing one of her own in his direction.

He caught it in his mouth easily, smirking all the while before continuing his rant. “It was the art job that did me in.”

“Art job?” I leaned forward, almost instantly regretting the movement when a rib shifted and sent a spike of pain shooting through my chest.

“Shit, you good?” Tae asked, looking as if he was half way to dropping everything to come to my rescue.

I waved him off, shoving a hand over the cursed injury and grinning despite the pain.

“I’m fine. Now come on, tell me about the art job!”

Rose snorted, placing her plate beside her and leaning back on her hands to give Tae a coy smile. “It was why I call him Art Nerd. He decided it would be a good idea to hack into the archives of one of the biggest art museums in the world.”

“You wouldn’t believe it!” Tae tossed up his hands, all angst and agitation as he stood abruptly and began pacing the room. “Of all the places you would think that would be trustworthy about their pieces and whether they were authentic or not. The Louvre!!” He paused in his pacing, pointing angrily to his computer before spinning on his heels to scowl at me when I began snickering.

“Did you know…” He paused, stalking closer and bending forward to glare in my face, “that 87% of all the art in the Louvre is fake?”

I gasped, feigning shock at the revelation.

“That’s right! It’s a travesty! They spit on the names of the greatest artists to have ever walked the face of this planet!” He growled, turning from me to begin pacing again. “The nerve of those imbeciles. Displaying Van Gogh forgeries as if they were the real deal.”

“Needless to say when he tried to tell the world what he found out he got caught.” Rose shook her head, picking at the last of her mashed potatoes with her fork.

She glanced over at me, sly smile broadening into a full grin.

“Did you know he was wanted in 27 countries for that little debacle?”

“Tae!!!” I gasped, eyes wide as I stared at him in awe.

He shrugged, literally beaming at this point with pride though he tried to play it off as bashfulness.

Rose pointed behind me and I shifted around to stare.

“Wait…” My eyes widened with equal parts horror and pride as I whipped my head around to glare at Taehyung. “Tae...you didn’t!!”

This time he couldn’t disguise the pride. He bounded around the sofa, skidding to a stop before what I had previously thought was just a bunch of band posters. There, hanging on the wall was what Tae had told us long ago was a quilt that his grandmother had given him.

He’d sworn that he’d remove the hands of anyone who ever dared touch it. Hell he’d chased Jungkook halfway to downtown Daegu once for nudging it with his shoulder during one of the boy’s many playful basement wrestling matches. But as he slowly and reverently lifted the blanket I quickly realized the real reason why he treasured it so much. Right there on the wall, hanging between two trashy band posters was…

“Tae is that Starry Night?? Like… the actual real fucking deal Starry Night?????” I screeched.

“I couldn’t help it. When I found out they’d hung it between two forgeries I just knew I had to save it.” He lovingly traced his fingers above the protective glass, never actually touching it but making the motions nonetheless.

Rose muttered behind me, snickering into her hand as Tae dropped the quilt back into place and turned to frown at her.

“What was that Jangmi?” he growled, his already baritone voice dropping as he walked back to stand over her.

She squeaked, shrinking back as he crouched down and lifted her chin with a single finger so that she was forced to look him in the eyes.

“I said...I...hnnggg…” The brilliant blush rushing to her cheeks had me bursting with laughter, gripping my sides as I pressed myself into the sofa.

“Damn you two are adorable.” I wheezed, wiping at my tears as I watched the two hackers spring apart as if they’d forgotten I was there.

Tae gathered up our dishes, muttering to himself all the while as he disappeared upstairs. But not before I spotted his own crimson cheeked grin.

“Huh…” Rose muttered. I returned my attention to her, realizing quickly that she was now staring at the security feed pulled up on the tv before us.

“What’s up?” I asked, eyes darting over the various live images before settling on one that showed Jeanette and Seokjin talking in the area they’d decided would be the future garden.

“I thought I saw something.” Came Rose’s absent minded reply. She clicked on the video I’d been watching, bringing it up to fill the screen and squinting at a corner of the shed beside the unaware pair.

“Are you sure?” I whispered, straining to make anything out in the depths of the shadows.

“Maybe not… Tae’s better at security monitoring than I am… Let me just…”

She began typing rapidly, a series of commands appearing on screen before a top down view of the area appeared.

“Is that…”

“A live satellite view, yeah. I figured, I’ve got access to them, why not use them…” She clicked again, zooming in rapidly before suddenly screaming. “Oh shit! There’s chatterers outside the fucking gates!”

“The fuck did you just say!?”

We both screamed as Jungkook charged around the sofa, appearing as if from nowhere and grabbing Rose’s arm in a death grip.

“What do you mean there’s chatterers outside the gates?” Jungkook glared at Rose, the hardened criminal in him causing her to cower as far back as his grip would allow her.

“Kook…”

“I’m sorry okay! I was wondering what it was that I’d seen in the backyard, and when I switched to the satellite feed I saw them. It’s at least 30 of them. Jungkook, we’re surrounded!”

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armywriter2605 · 4 years

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Theirs - Chapter 6 - OT7 x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU! BTS; Yandere AU! BTS; Angst; Fluff; Smut; OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Cursing; Mature Content ; Mentions of abuse and bullying; Yandere BTS; Gore; Oral sex (female and male receiving) Stalking; more to be added throughout the series

Words: 4.7k +

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GIF NOT MINE

Three days had passed since you found out what your best friends’ job was. The seven of them were acting like it never happened. Like they didn’t work for a mafia and didn’t hurt people, yet you couldn’t let it go. It was stuck in your mind. The sweet guys you fell in love with had revealed a side you didn’t know existed. Although that had happened, they were still your best friends, at least, you wanted to believe that. They were still the guys you met years ago, the same ones who were there for you through all your ups and downs.

You woke up with a headache, uncommon for you since you rarely had headaches at all. None of the boys had been coming to your room and sleep with you, which unconsciously was a stress reliever for you. You had known these 7 guys for so long, being close to them every single day. It was weird for you not to. Of course, they acted like nothing much had happened yet there was still some tension. Especially between you and Taehyung. You had barely directed any words to them, and now the feeling of guilt was starting to hit you right across the face. Had you overreacted? Was the tension between you and not only Taehyung, but all of the boys on you? Like they said themselves, they were still the boys you met at the arcade. They were the same boys who promised to take care of you and protect you at all costs. Was it you fault they were doing these things and went down this path?

You stood up from your bed and put a hoodie on, which belonged to one of the guys. That was one of the many advantages of always being so close to them during high school years. The endless number of possible hoodies you could borrow and use. You put socks on and walked to the bathroom, leaving for the kitchen once you were done. You sighted all of the boys eating in silence. Some were looking at their phones while others simply stared at the white painted walls, lost in their own world.

You let out a sigh, the headache making it almost impossible to talk. The brightness coming through the windows was making it even worse. It almost felt like you were hangover, the only difference was that you had not drunken a thing last night.

“Angel, good morning.” You heard Hoseok say as he looked up from his phone, putting it to the side as his attention was now on you. He noticed how Jungkook’s hoodie covered your upper body till your midthighs. You gave him a weak smile as you made your way to the member sitting closest to you, who was Jimin. You looked at him and hugged him tightly from behind, surprising all of the other six boys. Were you finally accepting them and putting the whole talk from the other day behind?

“Hey munchkin, good morning.” His voice was raspy which made it sound like he had just woken up yet there was still the same sweetness you knew. You missed the intimacy you had with them. Only then you noticed how dependent on them you were.

“Minnie, I don’t feel good.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes.

All the seven guys looked up once they heard you small voice. You looked so tiny hugging Jimin like your life depended on it. If you weren’t feeling bad, they would find this situation the cutest ever.

“My head hurts so bad. I never wake up with headaches…” Your voice was low and with your face buried in Jimin’s clothes, you couldn’t see the smile the boys had on their faces. You were coming to them in such a vulnerable state which meant you trusted them. In their minds, you clearly wanted them to take care of you and that warmed their hearts. How adorable you were. Although in your head, you simply needed comforting. Your head was killing you and it could be anyone right now, you just simply wanted to feel better soon.

“Come here, princess.” You heard Jin say, opening his arms for you. That made you smile. Jin was always the one who took care of you whenever you were sick. You loved how he made your favorite soup and bought your favorite bread. He always made sure you got better in an instant. As you walked into his arms, Jin rested his palm on your forehead which instantly made you relax.

“You don’t have a fever. I’m sure it’s just stress that’s giving you the headache, princess. How about Namjoon and Yoongi take you to bed while I get you some pain relievers and cook you a good breakfast? You’ll feel better immediately.”

You nodded before turning to Namjoon who carefully picked you up in bridal style. You rested your head against his chest as Yoongi walked in front of you both, opening the door to your bedroom. Yoongi was the first one that laid on your bed, taking the left side of the bed. Namjoon carefully laid you down next to his hyung as he took his hoodie off and made himself comfortable, laying next to you on the right side of the bed. You smiled as you felt Yoongi wrap his arms around your waist and at the same time, Namjoon intertwined his legs with yours. Their warmth immediately comforted you, your headache already getting better.

Namjoon brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, caressing your cheek afterwards. “Rest, baby girl. We’ll wake you up once Jin – hyung is here. Plus, looks like Yoongi-hyung is already ready to sleep although he woke just 30 minutes ago.”

“Shut it, Joon.” You heard the older male say, knowing he was smiling against your back. With that, your eyes closed, Namjoon being the last one you saw before you left for the land of dreams.

3rd person POV ON

As Jin and Hoseok were cooking a breakfast fit for their queen, the three younger members sat around the island in the kitchen. Jimin had a smile on his face as he drank down his juice, remembering how tightly Y/N hugged him.

“She’s still mad at me… she didn’t even look at me.” Taehyung said as he ate his scrambled eggs. He was mad at himself for yelling at her, yet it wasn’t his fault. He needed Y/N to understand how much all of them cared for her, doesn’t matter how. Y/N was their everything, yet it was annoying him how she smiled at Hoseok and Jin but not at him. He wanted her close to.

“Hyung, she wasn’t feeling good. Once she feels better, she’ll come to you. You know she loves you as much as she loves all of us.”

“Jungkookie, she was wearing your hoodie, she hugged Jiminie, smiled at Hoseok-hyung and Jin-hyung and is now with Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung. I also want some affection.”

“And you will get it soon enough, Taehyungie. How about you ask Jin-hyung if you can take the breakfast to her? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it a lot.”Taehyung nodded and turn to the older males that were talking to each other while cutting up some fruit.

“Jin-hyung, do you think I can take the breakfast to Y/N’s room? Or at least help?”

“Of course. I’ll need to clean up anyways. Why don’t you and Jungkook take the breakfast together instead? You’ll need another pair of hands if you wish to take everything without spilling.”

“Thanks!”

Taehyung had now his square smile as he grabbed his phone, staring at his lock screen. It was a picture of Y/N and him at an amusement park, both wearing matching hats. He remembered that day so well. It was three years ago, the day after Y/N got to know she passed her exams. He still remembered the huge smile she had on her face. All the boys had helped her studying till early in the morning even though Namjoon was the one that truly explained most of things to her. Taehyung needed her to understand that their love for her was endless and they weren’t going to let a small detail of what their job was get in their way. Nothing was getting in their way of claiming you as theirs.

About half an hour later, Jin and Hoseok had successfully finished plating everything. They were both extremely happy with it, as it was maybe one of the best breakfasts that had been cooked in this house.

“Okay one of you takes the tray with the food, while he other takes the glass of juice and the medicine. Do not let anything fall or you’ll ruin our whole work.” Hoseok said as he eyed the younger boys who nodded excitedly at their hyung.

“Jimin, you can actually help them. Just open the bedroom door for them so Taehyungie doesn’t try anything funny.”

“Sure, hyung. Let’s go.”

With that, Taehyung took the tray of food that had pancakes, fruit, eggs and much more in it while Jungkook took the fresh orange juice and the pills bottle. Once Jimin opened the bedroom door, Namjoon carefully looked at it, seeing his younger brothers walking in. He smiled as he now carefully started running his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

3rd person POV OFF

You woke up as you heard the clicking of a phone camera going off and long fingers ran through your hair. You carefully opened your eyes, seeing Jimin pointing his phone at you. You let out a quiet chuckle before seeing both Taehyung and Jungkook with what you deduced was your breakfast. It looked extremely good and you were starving. Namjoon kissed your cheek before he stood up. You looked at him questioningly, wondering why he wouldn’t stay right where he was, warming you.

“We have work today, baby girl. We stayed at home these last three days, but we need to do some stuff now, okay? Jungkookie and Taehyungie will stay with you, don’t worry.”

You frowned and simply nodded your head at him before he left the room with Jimin following close behind. You turned to Taehyung and Jungkook before looking at Yoongi, who slept next to you.

“Yoonie, you need to wake up.” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair exactly how Namjoon did for you just minutes earlier.

“Mm…”

“You have work, Yoonie. You need to get up.”

You heard the older male let out a deep grumble before he opened his eyes. He looked at you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “We’ll be back later, love. Eat your breakfast and stay at home. I love you.”

Yoongi gave the younger boys a look before he yawned and got up before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Bye love. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss all of you too. Be careful, please…” You mumbled as you saw him smile and nod, waving his hand and leaving the room, closing the door after him.

You sat up on the bed as Taehyung now placed the food in front of you, smiling widely. He sat next to you where Namjoon once found himself as Jungkook put the juice glass on your nightstand with the pills before he got into the bed, getting under the covers where Yoongi slept soundly just minutes earlier.

“Eat up, sweetheart! Jin-hyung made many things and you need to eat a bit of everything if you want to get better.”

“I’m already feeling better Tae. Sleeping next to Joonie and Yoonie really helped.”

“Still, you need to eat and take the medicine. Just to make sure that headache doesn’t come back. Me and Taehyung-hyung will keep you company all day. We can play games, sleep, watch something together. We’ll have tons of fun.”

You simply nodded your head at Jungkook’s words, before grabbing the fork and knife and eating a bit of the pancakes. “Please help me eat this okay. I can’t possibly eat all of this by myself plus we don’t want to throw any of this away, so start eating Kookie, Taetae.”

Both of them nodded happily as they heard you use their nicknames. As the three of you ate, you heard the front door close signalizing the other boys had left the apartment. About an hour after, you, Jungkook and Taehyung were done eating and making small talk. Your headache was now much better which was good. You were the first one to get up from the bed as you looked at the boys who laid on your bed. “I want to go out! Maybe to the mall or something. It’s such a nice day out too.”

Jungkook was the first one to shake his head, ripping away the smile off of your face. Taehyung soon followed as he gave you a sad smile.

“No can do, sweetheart. You heard Yoongi-hyung. We should stay at home today. Maybe another day, okay? We can have tons of fun inside. There’s this new game that I bought and maybe I could teach y-”

“I want to go out, Tae. Not play some games inside. I want to go out because the weather is nice, and I feel like it. I was inviting you two, but if you don’t want to come, I’ll go by myself.”

By now, Jungkook was standing next to you. He wasn’t going to let you leave that room until the three of you were on good terms. These three days had been hell for him, he wasn’t going to go three more days with you not talking to them.

“You won’t leave this house, Y/N-ah. It’s for your best plus, you just had a headache. What if you get a headache while you’re out? No. We’re staying.” Taehyung said as he stood up now, looking at you in the eyes

“Stop fucking controlling me. If I want to go, I’ll go!” You slightly raised your voice at him, the bottled-up anger from the previous argument coming out. You were done with them telling how things were going to be instead of consulting you first. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re ours. And you’re not fucking leaving this house, understood? Yoongi-hyung say for you stay inside and you are going to stay inside. Stop making things so damn hard.” Taehyung replied to you in the same tone of voice you gave him, Jungkook simply staring at the both of you bickering back and forth.

“Fuck the both of you!” You yelled as you made your way to the door. Jungkook noticed that and stood tall in front of you, not letting you grab the door handle.

“Oh, you wish, sweetheart. Having the both of us may even be a dream of yours, hm?” You heard Taehyung say from behind you, his breath hitting your neck. At the sound of his voice, you swallowed hard. The anger inside of you had now completely vanished, as your thoughts were now clouded with the sight of Jungkook looking down at you. His pupils were dilated, filled with an emotion you had never seen before on him, lust.

“Right, Y/N? Was this your way of perking our attention? If that is what you wanted you could’ve just told us, right Kookie?” Taehyung’s hands now made their way to your waist, pulling you into him, yet you still faced Jungkook who nodded at his hyung’s words.

You weren’t sure of what say, yet your body knew exactly what it wanted. You rested your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, your neck now completely visible and exposed to the older male. You let out a deep sigh when you felt Taehyung’s warm lips connect to your neck. He carefully placed small kisses on your neck, his tongue brushing your skin every now and then, giving you goosebumps.

“T-Tae…ah…Kookie please…” You unconsciously moaned as you stared into Jungkook’s lust filled eyes. That was enough to drive him crazy, closing the space between you two connecting his lips to yours. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You immediately closed your eyes, focusing on the hungry kiss Jungkook was delivering. It was like he had been wanting this for God knows how long. His force slightly pushed you even closer to Taehyung, who was now leaving red marks on your neck. Jungkook’s tongue asked for permission to enter your mouth and you happily gave it access as your arms were now wrapped around his neck, your fingers on the back of head carefully pulling his hair which caused him to let out low groans from time to time.

“Were you this desperate for us, baby? What would you the others think if they saw you this hungry for us, hm? Such a naughty girl you are.” Taehyung’s voice filled the bedroom, yet your and Jungkook’s heavy breath was right behind once you two broke the kiss.

“Y/N, please stay home with us.” You heard Jungkook say as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, Taehyung’s breath still hitting your neck. You knew you should put up a fight, giving them this win would only make things worse later, yet you couldn’t help it. Jungkook’s eyes were staring at you as Taehyung’s hands held you tightly in place.

“Of course, Kookie.” You mumbled out as Taehyung started planting more kisses on your neck. That made you smile and giggle yet soon after, those giggles turned into quiet moans as Jungkook now pulled you closer to him into a more passionate kiss. You could hear Taehyung chuckle and a shirt being removed from behind you. This was the first time you had ever made out with someone and you had this weird feeling in your stomach. It was like you were nervous yet at the same time you weren’t. You wondered how many times both of them had done this before but at the same time you didn’t want to know. Were you any good at this? What if you’d disappoint them throughout any of this? As you got lost in your thoughts, Jungkook had stopped and stared at you. In his mind he wondered if you didn’t like it as much as he was liking it.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s voice held concern and at the sound of that, Taehyung stopped the magic he was doing on your neck.

“Sweetheart?”

With the both of them echoing their concern, you looked at them. Should you tell them? Or should you just hide it away? You usually never hid anything from them, so it shouldn’t start now, right?

“I…I’m scared. I can clearly see you’ve done this before, and I haven’t. What if you don’t like it? What if the others don’t like it? What if you I disappoint you or disgust you or something like that? What if you stop liking me? I’m just thinking of that. That’s it.” You said all in one breath, looking down at the ground after sitting down at the edge of your bed.

“Wow sweetheart calm down. You said what? Stop liking you? That’s impossible. You are perfect for us; all we’ve ever wanted. You don’t see how much Jungkookie there was enjoying it? I swear to God he was about to cum in his pants.” Taehyung said, laughing. At the sight, you smiled. Was Jungkook really liking it?

“I was not about to cum in my pants, Tae. Anyways, we love you cutie. How could we stop liking you after this? If anything, we like you even more now. Yes, we’ve done this before a couple of times. Not tag teaming a girl together, but even so you are the best of the best. You’re everything we want and whenever we did anything, you were the one in our minds.”

“Jungkookie is right. Whenever I did anything, you were the only one in my mind. And the others will love to know that you’re opening up to us in this way. They’ll be mad that it was with us and not them, but believe me, you will never disgust us or disappoint us. Never.”

You smiled at their words and got up. With your newfound confidence, you slammed your lips on Taehyung’s. His hands were quick to pull you close to him as he kissed you back. You smiled against his lips as you noticed Jungkook taking his shirt off as well. Jungkook took Taehyung’s early place behind you, pulling you down to sit on his lap on the bed as Taehyung towered the both of you now.

“God baby. You’re so beautiful. So so beautiful and all ours, right? Ours to keep forever.” Taehyung’s voice was low as he went down on his knees in front of you and started placing kisses on your bare legs.

“You see what you’ve done to Tae, cutie? You have him on his knees. Do you understand how much we love you now? We love you more than anything. When I saw you walk out of your bedroom today in my hoodie, you had me so weak. I just wanted to take you right there in front of the hyungs. I had to control myself so much.”

“Ah…you have me here now, Kookie.” You let out a moan as you felt Taehyung now kissing your thighs. Jungkook turned your face to the side, planting his lips on yours once again. The both males fought for your attention in different ways and your mind was going crazy with the amount of pleasure you could feel with just kisses. At the same time, you tensed up a bit as Taehyung started pulling the hoodie up. What was he going to do?

“May I, baby?” You heard Taehyung’s voice deep voice ask as he looked up to you. As both your tongue and Jungkook’s fought for dominance, you gave him a quick nod. You trusted these boys with everything. They’d been there for you since you were young. You couldn’t feel more comfortable than you already felt.

At your nod, Taehyung pushed your hoodie up and he now kissed your inner thighs. At each kiss, you shivered. Your thighs were at a room temperature, yet Taehyung’s mouth was warm. His wet kisses only made you crave for more. Jungkook noticed how his hoodie was now revealing more of your skin which only drove him crazier. He smirked as one of his hands found its way inside the hoodie, covering one of your breasts.

“Tae, her nipples are hard. She’s loving this.” He mumbled our before he attacked the other side of your neck, placing kisses of his own as he fondled your breast.

“Is that true, baby? You enjoying our attention? You have no idea how hard you have me. Let me pleasure you even more, baby. Let me and Jungkookie take care of you, okay?” Taehyung asked as he carefully removed your underwear and tossed it aside.

“Okay, Tae.” You said in between breaths as you kept your eyes closed, your head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. Taehyung smirked and looked at your face before he eyed and Jungkook and nodded his head.

In a quick moment, Jungkook’s hands held your thighs, opening your legs as Taehyung now brought his tongue to your slit. At the warm feeling, you gasped as you looked down at the older male who now licked your slit while the younger male kept your legs wide open.

“Oh my god, Tae…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Look at how Tae is eating you out, Y/N. Look at how is tongue is hungrily licking your opening. Keep your legs open for us, cutie.” You heard Jungkook say as on of his hands now moved towards your pussy, his middle and index finger now connected to your clit, carefully rubbing it.

“Kookie!” You let out a louder moan as now Taehyung pushed his tongue inside of you. You couldn’t believe how good it actually felt, having both of them do their wonders on your body. Your mind was completely blank as you focused on the pleasure you were feeling. You knew you wouldn’t last long while both males had their hands on you so just five minutes later you could feel your body reaching its limit.

“Ah…It feels so…Tae, Kookie I’m close.”

You heard Jungkook’s low chuckle before he moved his fingers faster while Taehyung moved his tongue in and out of you even faster. It was your first time ever letting anyone touch you, but it was probably the best you’d ever felt. It wasn’t long until you arched your back and let out a loud moan.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N. I could have you to breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day, sweetheart.” You barely heard Taehyung as your heavy breathing as the feeling of climax clouded you.

Jungkook soon stopped his fingers, bringing them into his mouth. “You’re right, Tae. So damn sweet.”

You rested your whole body on Jungkook’s as you opened your eyes, a smile curling your lips. At the sight, both boys smiled widely. Not only were they happy that they made you feel so good, they smiled at the thought of how they’d tell their hyungs how they’d been the first ones to make your orgasm. That was a clear win for the maknae line. On the other hand, you were smiling because they’d been the first ones to touch you. You were happy it had been one of the seven guys you held so dearly. You wondered how things would be between all of you, but they promised you they wouldn’t stop liking you and that was enough for you. Or was it?

You were so lost in your world you didn’t realize you were now laying on the bed, Taehyung and Jungkook removing their pants and underwear. “Take care of us too, Y/N-ah.” You heard Jungkook say as he brought into your view his cock. It wasn’t crazy big, or crazy thick. Both his and Taehyung’s were what you’d say was average, yet the sight of them had your legs tremble. You carefully nodded your head as Jungkook brought his member now closer to your mouth and Taehyung held one of your hands and guided it to his own cock, wrapping it around it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, sweetheart. How many times I imagined your hands around it instead of my own…” You heard Taehyung roughly as you opened your mouth, carefully taking Jungkook’s own cock into your mouth. You closed your eyes and carefully started bobbing your head up and down, moving your hand at the same rhythm. It wasn’t long until both Taehyung and Jungkook moaned and groaned, only making you want to do it more and better. You wanted to drive them over edge just like they did with you and it wasn’t long until the youngest male was moaning louder, rocking his hips against your mouth making you gag each time.

“Y/N-ah…ah…I’m going to cum if you don’t stop…” At the sound of that, you tried your best to keep going as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You weren’t going to stop now.

“Baby…fuck…keep going…” Taehyung groaned closing his eyes. You knew both were close and your suspicions were proved right when, without a warning, Jungkook shot inside your mouth, followed by Taehyung cumming allover your hand. You tried your best to swallow every last drop that tinted your mouth, yet the taste was more bitter than you were expecting.

“You swallowed it? Fuck baby…I was going to apologize but now I can’t. That was so hot.” Jungkook said from behind you, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom to grab a towel.

“Sweetheart, you just gave me the best orgasm ever. It was so fucking good. Thank you so much.” Taehyung smiled at you before pulling his underwear up. “I’ll go grab you a new hoodie, yeah? Or do you want to take a bath? Maybe eat? Drink something?” As Taehyung numbered all things he could do for you and Jungkook walked into the bedroom with a towel and fully clothed, you heard the front door opening.

“Angel, we’re back!”

Preview Chapter 7

“We were gone for 3 hours”

“Is that cum dripping down her hand?”

“If this is going to work, then no more secrets.”

“I love you all so much.”

“My parents are calling…”

“Are you done whoring around?”

“You’re trying to take her from us? She’s fucking our so you two better fucking lay low. We won’t have any problems getting rid of you.”

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