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It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt.20]
Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence. Warning/trigger warning: graphic imagery, gang activity, gun usage, mature subject matter, mild drug usage, murder, suggestive language, lots of language, brief crude/unnerving behavior, mentions of blood, toxic/abusive themes, humiliation, gas-lighting(?), cheating is a subject of debate, brief non-explicit s*x, betrayal, lies. Don’t like don’t read please💗
Members: Bts Feat. Got7, Lisa
→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader x ?
→Summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have killed you long time ago. After pain, the betrayal and lies, you’ve survived somehow—you’re apart of a family now, but there’s no love here.
word count: 10k +
author’s note: I hope you enjoy, it’s been a while 🫶 please see m.list for previous parts💗 will edit later😪
Your world has been flipped upside down and inside out.
You’re not the same person you were two years ago. You’re not where you thought you’d be or with who you thought you’d be with. By now, you would have been on the path to graduate in the fall of this year. That’s not happening anytime soon, maybe never. Not since you’ve joined this madness for your own survival, there’s no other way out.
You’ve been outside in the grass for an hour, walking in the cold, just begging for the sun to beat down on you for a little bit. Today was supposed to be your first hand-to-hand combat lesson from Jimin. Your stomach twisted in anxiety all morning. The last encounter you had with him was less than pleasant.
Oddly, he never showed up. Assuming he forgot, you went outside and to do some conditioning on your own. You did small exercises to loosen up and get your blood pumping. It’s nice to have some time to yourself. You’ve spent so much of your time with Yoongi these days. You’ve spent more time with him then you have with Jungkook. Some days he’d give you lengthy lessons on hierarchy, laws and the systems they use to operate the business. Other days he’d fall asleep from the pain medication and you’d quietly leave the room to go make lunch. No one seems to be home much anymore, it’s usually just you and Yoongi, much to Jungkook’s disdain. He’s out with Namjoon a lot, sometimes for two days at a time you don’t see him.
You creep downstairs after a shower and check the office. He’s not in there so you go to his bedroom but you’re met with a closed door, you knock.
“Come in,”
You walk into the room to see him sitting on the bed, removing the wrap on his abdomen and exposing the bullet wound. Your stomach turns at the sight. You fidget with your fingers and stare at the blood littering the bandage, it takes you back to a bad place.
“What is it?” He lays back, trying to catch his breath. You stand near the door, clenching your hands.
He’s always intimidated you but you can’t say you fear him anymore.
Six months ago, if someone told you you’d be with him almost everyday, you’d say they were crazy. Yet, here you are. He’s assumed this mentor-teacher role that surprisingly fits him. Even after spending all this time with him, you struggle to speak to him sometimes.
“Is there anyway for me to get a phone?” You mumble out your request. “I don’t have one anymore so I need to have some way to communicate with- all of you,”
“Not right now, I’ll make sure you get one when we’re in a stable environment, stay with one of us until then,” You try to hide your disappointment with a small nod. Yoongi steps into his bathroom briefly and when he comes out, you are standing in the same spot. He looks up at you.
“Did you need something else?” That’s the nice version of, ‘why are you still standing there?’
“No but,” You mentally cringe, a bit flustered, “do you need help with changing that?” You point to his side.
"Sure,” He breathes a sigh of relief, if he has to do it one more time he might just scream. He lays back on his pillow and waits.
“I’ll wash my hands first,” You scurry to the bathroom and wash with warm soapy water.
More than anyone, Yoongi has been the most consistent. The same person you hated for getting you into this slowly became the person making it easier to be here. You’ve been through so much with him and because of him—the dynamic is weird. He watches your every move, from the way you discard the old bandage to the clumsy way you unravel new goss.
“Ah,” He winces and you freeze.
“Sorry,” You pause all ministrations, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s clean before-“
“You’re doing fine, I’m just sore,” He offers a bit of praise and you smile, hands feeling less shaky. With a cloth, you clean around the stitching with antiseptic, careful not to press too firmly. You discard the cloth and start wrapping with a clean bandage.
Being so close to the damage makes your stomach queasy. All that you’ve seen and gone through is heavy on your mind. You can’t help but feel partly responsible for this, for Jin’s choices. Yoongi’s chest rises and falls, causing your eyes to drift towards his chest and land on a red ink peaking over his shoulder. Since when did he have a tattoo?
You look to him for approval. “Is that okay?”
He massages his temples with a nod, “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Why?”
“Jin shot you…He could have killed you,”
“What he did to me was his choice, it has nothing to do with you. He’s betrayed me before, knowing him comes with the chance of getting stabbed in the back—you didn’t know?”
“No,” You nod sadly, “yes? I don’t know, maybe I didn’t want to admit it.”
“You never know with him. One minute you can trust him with your life,” He tugs a shirt on and moves to the closet to gather some things, “the next you’re running from him to save your life, that’s who he is.”
“I thought that after my fathers death, we would become close,” You bite your lip, “we’re farther apart now than we’ve ever been,”
“That’s hard to believe, given he acted as if you didn’t exist.”
“He never said anything about a sister, even after our dad was killed?”
“He kept any family he had away from us. Because of that, there was never much Namjoon could do to threaten him—until you. Deep down inside, it almost seemed like he loved you.”
You’ve started to wonder if Yoongi even knew what it meant to love someone. He doesn’t seem like Jungkook or Jimin, happy to have a warm body or a listening ear. Yet, there is something symbiotic about the relationship he has with the group, especially with Jin. He seems to depend on them, even if he doesn’t say it or show it.
“I’m sorry,” He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, “I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I am.”
“Thank you,” Your eyes reluctantly meet his, “you did what you had to do though, I can’t imagine what I would have done in your position,”
He doesn’t respond. The truth is, he wants to survive, he wants what he has to survive, if that means selliing someone to do so, so be it. they’re all like that. If it means sabotaging each other, they’ll do that too.
“Is the relationship with your father as complicated as mine was? I didn’t even know what he did until he died…”
“You could say that, he tried to kill me as a kid so that should give you an idea of what he was like. He called it training but I know he wanted to see if I would survive. He abused my mother and anyone close to him, he was a heartless bastard—I have a ton of reasons to hate him and I did at one point.”
You swallow, the reality of who you’re speaking to sets in. “You don’t anymore?”
“No, not so much anymore. He’s dead,” He sniffs, wiping at his nose, nervous tick, “I killed him.”
Of course he killed him.
“Oh…I’m sorry, I mean I know he was awful to you and your mother but,” You place a hand over his in sympathy, “I’m sure that was painful, I know it was when I lost mine. He died right in front of me, I was sick, hysterical—I never felt pain like that before.”
This is deja vu.
Years ago, he recalls having a conversation very similar to this with your brother. He can’t stop staring at you, his doe eyes linger on you longer than they ever have.
“What?” You look around.
He breaks out of his daze when you bring attention to him staring at you.
“I need to take this call,” He stands up and escorts you out, “we’ll talk later, alright?”
You try to hide your disappointment, “Okay,”
You felt like you were just getting somewhere with him. Gone was his cold leader façade, he looked human.
He looked like you.
It was so late when he got home, he was afraid you’d already gone to sleep. He trudged up the steep stairs and straight to your bedroom. He opened the door softly and dropped his bag in the corner. To his dismay, you weren’t in the bedroom at all.
“Y/n?” He looked around upstairs but you were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit him, you’re probably where you’ve been spending most of your time, Yoongi’s office. He begrudgingly marches down the stairs to go get you, it’s his turn to spend time with you.
Without knocking, he peeks into the office and sure enough, you’re asleep with a pen in your hand and a paper under your face. He stops for a moment to admire how peaceful you look and smiles to himself.
He could come home to this for the rest of his life.
When you hear the door creek, you sleepily look up and see Jungkook in the doorway.
“Hey,” You smile, dropping your pen.
“Hey,” He gently smooths a hand through his freshly cut hair, “I’m sorry it’s late, things got backed up and we had to wait.”
“It’s fine,” You visually take in how tired he looks and quickly get up to hug some of his stress away. You hum against his chest.
“I missed you,” He kisses your temple.
When you look up, your heart skips a beat and a cheeky grin forms on your face. “I missed you too,”
“How did your training go?”
“Fine,” He pushes your hair out of your face, eyebrows scrunching.
“Did Jimin teach you?”
“Well…no, I haven’t seen him today, so I just trained myself I guess,”
“Hm,” He squints, touching the abrasion on your skin until you wince, “how’d you get this?”
You shake his hand off and distract him, cupping his face and kissing him. He exhales against your lips and his mouth goes slack. He’s eager but not deliberate at all—he loves to be kissed like he’s about to die.
When you finally separate, he looks at you amused. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
You sigh, hoping he’ll cave in with your persuading, “I don’t know, maybe?”
“I need to shower first,” He thumbs the back of your hand, “do you want to join me?”
“I already showered,” You turn him down, you’re not in the mood to feel the hot water turn cold and for your fingers to start wrinkling up.
“Wait up for me then, so you can finish what you started.”
During his shower, he thinks of what he wants most right now. He wants you, he always does. In his arms and close to his heart, bringing him back to earth. The fragrance of the soap and the warm steam enters your nostrils when the bathroom door opens. In just a few moments, he’s all over you with damp hair and clumsy movements.
“Ah,” he breathes against your ear, “It’s my mom’s birthday today,” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, a very Jungkook thing to do, “I wanted to call her but-…I couldn’t,”
You hum in acknowledgment, eyes glazing over, body tingling and heart racing when he uses his thumb to coerce you into giving in.
“Ah…there you go—let me know how it feels,” He snickers at your scrunched up facial expression. He suddenly stops his ministrations to knead the soft flesh of your thighs, stretching you a little further than you were prepared for, “I’m a pleaser y’know, I like the guidance,” You look up with pleading eyes, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s bad enough that the walls are thin and everyone is home—you are not bringing anymore attention to yourself.
”Talk to me,” he exasperates further, “you’d think I was choking you, don’t hold your breath,” He smirks, hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
”Jungkook,” You gasp for air, “I don’t want anyone to hear,”
You try to hide from his piercing gaze but you have nowhere to turn. Without a word, he leans down to kiss you but you don’t offer much movement back. It could be the overstimulation of it all but you keep spacing out. He’s frustrated. He becomes increasingly heavy-handed, relentless, as if to force your presence to remain attentive to his.
It hurts a little, the scars on your thighs are sore under his fingers. You don’t have the will to tell him to stop. He already handles you like you’re glass, you don’t want him to feel that way right now, you don’t know how you want him to feel or yourself.
He breaks the kiss and continues like he didn’t just sophisticate you, “I ha- haven’t talked to my mother in almost a year, I don’t know if I can hear her voice and not cry,”
“I’m- I’m sure she wants to hear from you,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.
“I don’t think so,” He chuckles, “she’s-…It doesn’t matter, I have you, you’re all I need,” His face is like a furnace when he presses his forehead to yours, his necklace tickling your chin, “I love you, I love you,”
When he says things like this, you’re reminded of how vulnerable he can be. For some reason, you feel a tinge of guilt.
A whimper spills from his lips and you feel his whole body go rigid. Then there’s a loud knock on the door. You cringe and Jungkook practically cries out in annoyance, face sinking into the crook of your neck.
“Ignore it, they’ll leave,” he mutters between kisses on your neck, “shh, just focus on me.” he tries to chase the fading feeling as it grows more distant.
There’s another knock on the door, this time louder and harder.
“Put some pants on and come out for the damn meeting!” Taehyung’s deep voice thunders and your stomach drops.
“Fuck off!” Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, “I’m not going to another damn meeting, it’s the middle of the night,” He yells back and promptly leans back down to kiss you, maybe to reignite what is threatening to flee, but Taehyung interrupts again.
“You don’t have a choice, we’re talking about you,” Tae reminds him, “shit is always about you these days.”
“Kook,” your brows furrow in discomfort when his grip tightens on your thighs and your body shys away from his touch, “that h- hurts,”
“I’ll just pick the lock if you don’t come out, how would you like that?”
That did it.
With a half apology, he jumps out of the bed and rushes to get his clothes. The door opens and slams shut behind him, leaving you abandoned. You can’t make out what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I knew that would get you out,” Taehyung laughs, taking note of Jungkook’s wet fringe and visibly tensed muscles, he’s visibly winded, “let’s go.”
“I’ve been out all day, I’m not going to another meeting in the middle of the fucking night, why do I need to be there? What is there to talk about? You guys could have talked to me earlier,”
“Namjoon wants to discuss relocating and Junghyun. That prick is your real brother, isn’t he? You should go see about him, it’s your fault we have to deal with him anyway.”
They both look back and see Jimin who has somehow found time to get silver streaks put in his hair. His pretty eyes look glazed over as he scans Jungkook up and down. His eyes roll and he burns with envy—Jungkook goes back into that room with you. Every night.
Despite being upset with you, he still can’t deny your appeal—it’s hard to ignore you.
“He’s publicly calling for your arrest,” Hoseok happens to be on his way downstairs and joins the conversation, “personally, I think you could use some jail time, you’ve caused a lot of problems for us.”
Jungkook tries to open the door to go back to you but Taehyung threatens something worse. He doesn’t get the chance to let you know why he’s gone and the door is left slightly open.
So you lay there, staring at the door and trying to steady your breathing. Anxiety builds in your chest, how can you get to the door like this? You grimace, Jungkook should have made sure the door was closed.
Your heart sinks when you see the footsteps pass the door—then slowly come back.
The door creaks and light enters the dark cozy room, followed by the door shutting.
It’s Jimin.
“Hi,”
You clutch the bedsheets—what does he want?
“I want to talk to you about what I said the other day,” He slowly paces around the dark room, “I said you were conniving, a back stabbing bitch and a fucking liar like your brother…I’m sorry,” He sits on the edge of the bed, a longing expression on his face, “I was just angry,”
You swallow, knuckles white from how hard your gripping the sheets. He’s apologizing but your mind is still stuck on, ‘back stabbing bitch.’
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” He traps you between his arms, one arm on each side of you, “I thought about it and I realized that you- You didn’t do this, he did. He ruined you,” Tears begin to well in his eyes and you look at him wide eyed, “you’re not the same girl I know when you’re with him.”
You try to sit up, but he’s too close, the cover could easily get pulled under his weight.
This is scary—he’s a staring into your soul, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. It’s hard to tell whether this is guilt, an attempt to gain pity, or a mental breakdown—knowing him, it could be all three. “I’m so sorry, Y/n,”
“It- it’s okay…” You look away, too nervous to say anything else.
“Really? You forgive me?” He smiles, tears dissipating just as soon as they appeared.
You put on a convincing face, “Yes...”
“Even if you say that…I’m still being punished,” He leans into you, face just centimeters from your own, “you’re my punishment.”
“Jimin,” You plead, horror in your eyes, “What do you want from me?…”
“I wanted to see you,” He traces a finger from your brow to your ear, “I can have anyone I want, but not you. Why does it have to be you that I can’t have? Jungkook had to fall for you,” He glances down at your pouting lips, “But to know I can’t have you….it makes me want you even more.”
“Jungkook will be upset if he finds out you we’re here,” You whisper, fearing for his safety and yours.
“He doesn’t have to know I was here, he doesn’t have to know anything about us,”
He notices you clutch the sheets really hard, and your thighs squeeze together. “What’s the matter?” He glances at the nightstand and gathers clues to what was happening in here moments ago.
“Oh…that must be frustrating, he just left you like this,” He smirks, “he hasn’t changed, he uses you just like he used Jiyoon,”
“No, he doesn’t,” You frown, trying to push yourself back into the headboard.
“He does, baby,” He coos, condescension in his tone.
“He’s not like that anymore,” You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes.
He rubs your thigh over the blanket, “I remember having you at arms reach at one point, you have no idea how hard it was to see you every night, laying in that bed all alone…especially those nights you’d ask me to stay with you and you let me hold you. I‘d have to visit a few of my old friends just to get my mind off of you, cold showers don’t work for me.”
You always ignored Jimin’s red flags, it was easy when you were alone. Were you manipulating him or was he manipulating you? It could be both. But Jimin comes with years of experience, he has seen and done more than you ever have. Some might label him as a whore and they wouldn’t be so far off from the truth. A few hours in the red district and he can quickly make a name for himself.
“But even though I’m attracted to you, I don’t view you as an object, you’re a human being with your own life,” He grabs your wrists to pull you up and hug you. Jungkook’s shirt is all you have on and you shudder at the closeness. But you appease him by hugging him back. You hold him tight, as if you were hugging him on one of those terrible nights. He hums over your shoulder, arms so snug around your waist.
“Jimin,” You sniffle, fighting back tears of your own now, “please go…”
“If I told you I loved you, would you tell him?”
Your mouth gapes in surprise.
“I-…I don’t know.”
“I knew it,” He sneers, “you don’t care about me enough to say that you love me.”
“I do care about you,” Your body feels like it’s numb when he finally lets you go. “I don’t mean to hurt you, I’m just- I’m confused…I’m with Jungkook, I suppose I love you too but not in the same way-“
“You made me fall for you, and now you don’t want me…Your so fucking self absorbed, you can’t even see it.“
You fall silent. Nothing you say can change how he feels. You’ve opened a wound, one that he has never been able to heal.
“It’s fine,” He coos, “if this is all I can get from you, I’ll take it, for now.” He tilts your jaw up by your chin and kisses your neck, purposefully leaving a damp spot to make you squirm against him. Then he leaves the room with a lingering gaze on you.
You lean over on your side and fall apart. You start start to cry into the bedsheets and wish this would all end. Why is this happening? You flee the bedroom and head for the only place you know no one will look for you.
*
“I’m leaving late tomorrow night, we decided that I should be the first to relocate,”
Yoongi reminds Hoseok who won’t be joining him to his dismay. The leaders need to distance themselves, being in close quarters for too long is never good.
He shuts the door with an exhale.
“Come out,”
You open the bathroom door and gasp at the sight of the gun. He lowers it as soon as he sees that it’s you.
“I’m sorry! I’ll leave,” You rub the tears from your eyes, only making them look more irritated, “I just-…I knew no one would look for me here.”
“Wait,” He puts his gun away with a sigh, “did something happened? You look like you’ve been crying,” He scans you up and down for injury as you keep your hands on your face to cover your eyes.
“Did someone hurt you?” He questions firmly and you shake your head, “you can tell me.”
“No…” You mumble and he comes down from high alert.
You stand there, tears now rolling down your cheeks. This is not a new sight to Yoongi, panic attacks and breakdowns are concepts he knows well. Whatever or whoever caused this must have made you feel unsafe, that’s the only explanation he can gather.
“Where’s Jungkook?”
“He- he went to a meeting,” You sniffle, “you weren’t with them?”
“No.”
“Oh,”
He looks you over, debating whether he should inquire more. When he looks at you, he wishes he’d think of Geongmin or Rose, but he doesn’t. He can’t seem to figure it out with you. You’re not Jin but he feels that same sense of familiarity as if you were.
What am I thinking?
You start to breathe at a concerning pace.
“You’re gonna pass out if you can’t stop hyperventilating like that,” He stands in front of you to make sure you don’t collapse, “take a deep breath,” He breathes in and out, trying to get you to do the same, “if you aren’t hurt then what happened?”
“I don’t want Jungkook to see me,” You breathe in and exhale shakily.
That doesn’t explain what happened, you know that.
“If the meeting is over I’m sure he’s looking for you.”
“I know, I’ll go, I just need a minute.”
There’s a knock on the door and then you hear Namjoon’s voice.
Yoongi looks at you, then to the door, then back to you.
He waits for him to walk away from the door before whispering to you, “go back to your room, you’ll create more problems for yourself if you come to me like this, you know that.”
“But-“
“Go, we’ll talk tomorrow,” He takes your hand briefly, “I promise.”
He says that for your sake and slips out, door shutting abruptly behind him. It didn’t feel good to hear him say that. You want to be with Jungkook but there’s an unexplained uncertainty that creeps up. You scurry back to the room and catch Namjoon’s eye on the way upstairs. When you retreat back into the bedroom, he’s there waiting.
Jungkook sits in the chair in the corner of the room, no smile detected.
“Where have you been?”
“You left the door open,” You evade the question with a harsh reply, “don’t act concerned about where I’ve been when you left me in here half naked.”
“Shit,” He rubs the back of his neck, instantly feeling regret, “I’m sorry, they were rushing me and Taehyung was going to open the door if I didn’t do something-“
“Anything could have happened.“
His eyes widen. “Did something happen?”
“No, but-“
“Why did you leave the room then? It would have been safer for you to stay in here and close the door. But you left, why?” He stands up and slowly walks you down until your back hits the wall, “if nothing happened then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me.” You glare up at him as he towers above you, so close.
You saw this coming a mile away. The interrogation, the trust fading into the abyss. You turn your head, refusing to answer.
“Y/n,” He backs away, “you’ve been crying,” He cups the side of your face, not knowing that was the second time you’ve heard that tonight. “What’s going on?“
“I just needed some fresh air,” You brush his hand off of your face, “that’s all,”
“Fresh air, you leave the house without saying anything for some goddamn fresh air,”
“I don’t want to be stuck in here all the time, why do you have a problem with that?”
His expression darkens, you don’t know what’s going through his mind—let alone your own.
“We’re in a sketchy town in the middle of nowhere, that’s why.”
“You just want to control me,” You throw a jab.
“Don’t act like you need someone to control you then,” He lowers his gaze, “I protect you, whether you think it’s controlling or not, I don’t care.”
You feel your blood pressure rise.
“I thought you wanted me to join the group and work with you, why are you acting like I can’t do anything without you? I may not know as much as you but I’m not stupid, I know how to look out for myself.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” He tries to get closer but you press your back further into the wall, “I just worry about you,”
“If things didn’t happen the way they did, I don’t think you would have chosen me,” You blurt that out with no real concern for the ramifications, “you don’t want someone like me.”
“What? Why the fu k would you even say that?” He pauses to process what you said, “I love you, it doesn’t matter if we would have met in this life or another, you’re still the person that I love.”
“But I don’t know what love is, I used to but not anymore,” You mutter, “and I don’t think it’s what we have.”
He looks at you as if you were his worst fear in the flesh.
“What’re you saying? How do you not know what it is but say it’s not what we have?”
Every word out of his mouth feels like a gag being shoved down your throat. You want to explain further but even you don’t know what you’re saying.
“Say something, Y/n. You can’t say something like that and then go silent,”
“I don’t know why I thought I could do this, I’ve been trying but it’s not working, I can’t be a part of this. I hate having to put on an act... I’m trying to be brave and strong but I’m not, I’m not like you.”
“Baby,” He sighs, “is that why you’re upset? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is a lot, being a apart of this group isn’t easy-“
“That’s not it! It’s just the group, I just-…I’m not supposed to be here, I want to go home,”
He remains calm, “You are home, you’re with me.”
“No, my real home, with my family.”
You know your words hit him like a dagger to his heart. But you can’t keep pretending anymore, he deserves your truth.
“Today, I wrote a letter so that I could tell my aunt, everything that’s happened to me, she may never get to read it but I needed to get it off my chest,” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, “I don’t know when I’ll see her again but I know she’ll have questions, I don’t know what she’ll think if she finds out about you.“
“We’re in this for life. So was your dad and your brother, she‘ll have to accept it, it’s a big part of who you are now. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks?”
“I just am, ok?” You bite the inside of your lip,“god, I don’t know who I am anymore,” You rub your eyes to clear away any stray tears, “I’m so lost, I feel lost and confused, and I’m not happy, Jungkook,”
“What does that have to do with how you feel about me? You just suddenly don’t know how you feel about me?” His brows knit together after promptly dismissing your confession. He may as well have just said he doesn’t give a damn about your identity crisis. “If you don’t want to be an active member and train, I’ll talk to them-“
“No, I never said-“ You pause, “Are you even listening to me? I don’t feel like myself, that’s what I’m trying to tell you- Just forget I said anything, I’m sorry I even brought it up.” You storm past him to shut the light off and crawl back into bed.
“Hey,” The bed dips behind you and he lets out a deep sigh, “listen.”
To his surprise, you actually look back at him.
“You have to decide,” He plants a delicate kiss on your forehead. “think about who got you through this shit in the first place, think of where you’d be if it weren’t for me.”
Silence pangs throughout the room, giving you ample time to think about what he just said. He eventually sinks down behind you but doesn’t touch you. You got your answer, and it doesn’t feel very good. There’s no epiphany or moment of clarity, you don’t feel grateful, you don’t feel anything. Nothing.
There are defining moments in the lives of every mafia member. Everyone has a unique story that shaped them. Jimin’s story is not tragic like Jungkook’s or privileged like Namjoon’s, his life is more along the lines of a tale of the bad outweighing the good.
Before finding a permanent home with Namjoon, he had a home on the streets. His story began in grade school. He moved from his parent's home in the countryside to an all-boys school in the city. The same school Namjoon and Taehyung attended. He was 10. For a period in his life, he questioned his parent's love for him. Why send him to a city he knew nothing about with no family within reasonable travel distance? He concluded that they didn’t want him.
The last time he saw his parents was at his high school graduation. He arrived in the art teacher's car, not the most appropriate mode of transportation. No one ever knew why she took such a liking to him. He was sure no one saw the glances that were a little too long for the teacher to be on a student. Or the hugs that were a little too tight for a teacher and student. There were nights he would sneak out of the dorm to explore the city with a few bad friends. Those “friends” would use him. They would make him do things that they couldn’t do without a pretty face like his. He’d crawl back into the dorm, drunk and sometimes bruised. He never said what he did those nights, but it was clear it took a toll on him at the tender age of 16.
Namjoon observed how people responded to Jimin. He did that to everyone, every person has a niche. Even strangers would stop to give him a second glance. Older women especially loved him, something about him made them feel alive. The boy was born to be admired. It was at that moment that he realized how special Jimin was.
“My little brothers, graduating!” Namjoon welcomed them into the limousine with a beaming grin, “and just one more to go, you’ll be joining them soon, Jungkook.” He rubs the youngest shoulder.
“Maybe,” Jungkook shrugs, “graduating isn’t that important to me-“
“You might as well finish,” Hoseok rolls a joint with skill and lights it just as skillfully, “if this mafia gig doesn’t work you need something to fall back on,”
“He’s right, Kook,” The leader pops a bottle of champagne, giving the heavy drink his glass first, “make your mama proud one last time before you sell your soul to the mafia.”
It was one occasion where they all dressed up, ready to meet the dinner reservation, hit the clubs, and probably get wasted. Yoongi didn’t join but he sent gifts in the form of letters, Jin as well. Hoseok didn’t have much to do so he tagged along. At this point, his hair was long, to his shoulders, during his sleazy drug dealer phase.
Rose gave Taehyung a big hug but Geongmin was nowhere to be seen.
“I’m so proud of you guys,” Rose kisses her brother's cheek and gives Jimin a kind smile.
“No kiss for me?” Jimin pouts, leaning over to Rose with puppy dog eyes.
“Just this one time, Jimin,” She humors him with a kiss on the cheek and he giggles, “happy?”
“Very,” He flutters his lashes.
That night, they partied like there was no tomorrow. Namjoon insisted they deserved it and should indulge in a good time. Jimin managed to slip away to the strip club, where he ran into an old friend—an old girlfriend.
“Oh my god,”
Her name was Petal, that’s what she went by on stage. She was 6 years older than him and ruined their relationship fairly quickly, broke his heart and dared him to do anything about it.
“Jimin,” She scurries from the pole and over to him with a panic on her face, “what’re you doing here?”
“You look stunning,” He gives her a charming smile, “did you just start your shift? Your little costume is still on, and there are no bills in your…thong,”
“You need to go, please,” She adjusts her fuzzy pink cowgirl hat, “I can’t talk,”
“Hey, get back on the stage, beautiful!” A drunk 40-something yells from the crowd.
“Where’s your husband? I thought you two bought a house and had a few babies already, what’re you doing out here still selling yourself?”
“He left me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, now leave! I’m trying to work,”
She struts back on the stage, wishing she could hide from the piercing gaze that lingered on her.
“Oh,” Jimin shakes his head in disbelief, “so you cheated on him throughout your entire so-called engagement, lying straight to his face, claiming I forced you into fucking me and got me beaten unconscious, just so he could leave you?”
She tries to ignore him and focus on the music, it’s painful enough to be found out, let alone have to continue working.
“Petal,” Jimin leans against the stage corner, she ignores him, “Youjin,” She shudders at her real name, “your boss is watching, we both know you can’t keep a job so don’t mess this up by ignoring a paying customer.” He suddenly pulls out a hundred dollar bill, waving it around like a treat.
She crawls over to the edge of the stage and he tucks the bill into her bra strap. “Good girl,”
That night, he got his revenge. She experienced a fraction of the humiliation she put him through.
Jimin had a rough life. He was often placed as an after thought or a secondary option by the people who used him. His identity had been thrown in a blender his entire life, he was different people for so many different people. His pain and vengeance manifested itself in self-destructive habits that slowly ate away at him. To be on the receiving end of his pain, like Youjin and so many others, was a punishment more damaging to ones mind than ones body. He loved to please at any cost, even at the cost of himself. Was it his fault?
His past weighs heavily on him.
A knock on the door interrupts the first sip of his freshly brewed black coffee.
“Dr. Jeon? It’s Agent Ban, I have a 10 o’clock with you.”
“Come in,”
She opens the office door, revealing her tall figure in a black pant-suit and heels.
“Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me this morning,” She takes a seat and pulls out a tablet, “I know you’re very busy with everything that’s going on.”
“Of course,” He smiles, “I assume this is about my brother?”
“Not exactly,” She crosses her legs and pulls out a pen, “I am perusing a separate case that is loosely connected to that one.” ^
”Alright, then how can I help?”
“Your hospital is the most frequented for emergency medical treatment within a 10 mile radius, I wanted to ask if Jeon Jungkook was admitted with anyone.”
”From what I can remember, he had just been in a car accident and I was told he arrived with someone but that person had been checked out before I got to see him. And unfortunately, during the checkout, our systems were down so we have no record of the individual other than the fact that she was a female.”
”I see,” She writes some things down, “that’s all I need to know, thank you.”
“That’s it?” He was expecting more than that but she confirms that she’s gathered what she needs.
“For now, yes, but I’ll be in contact.”
She leaves the hospital and hops back in her car to head to her next location. The police department.
“Can I take a look at all of your current missing persons files? Those who are still missing and those who were found, if you have that available.”
“Sure,” The cop takes her to the file storage and gives her a key, “that drawer has all of the victims who were found over the past year and the bulletin board has the most recent cases that are not yet concluded.”
She takes her time going through the files. There are too many, too many girls not being taken on as priorities. By the time the cops get to them, it’s too late and the damage is done. The more she looks, the farther she feels from her victim. As she sifts through the photos, she has a moment of realization. If the girl is involved with the mafia and they want to keep her identity a secret, there’s no way her relatives would report her as a missing person.
Where could you be?
*
Morning came and the abrupt awakening set your day off in the worst way. The rain is hammering down on the house and Jungkook is waking you with a shake to your shoulder.
“Wake up, we have to go,” He looks you over, “we found a rat last night.”
You look up with squinted eyes, barely gathering what he said. “B- But…I thought,”
“There are eyes on this place so we have to leave. Get dressed,” He hands you some clothes for you go to the bathroom to get freshened up. This is happening all over again. You’re picking up and leaving the place you started to feel comfortable in.
“Wait, Jungkook,” You attempt to grab his hand but he slips away, “I need to talk to you,”
“Be downstairs in 10 minutes,”
The door slams shut and you get dressed with a thought weighing in your mind. If Jungkook doesn’t want to talk, fine. You were supposed to talk to Yoongi, you can’t leave without talking to him.
*
“Jungkook will go with me, Hoseok and Taehyung will go together,” Namjoon relays his plan to his best friend and co-leader, “Jimin should go with you, you need someone with the best combat skills, next to Jungkook of course.”
“And Y/n?” Yoongi brings up a valid question.
“What about her?”
“Where should she go?”
“Wherever Jungkook goes, it’s one a way to keep him under control,” Joon lets out a sigh, “but maybe she should go with you, you are teaching her and Jimin is training her.”
“Yeah, she should,” He agrees, “You tell the kid, I’ll talk to her.”
The kid—Namjoon giggles, he hasn’t heard that in a long time.
No one wants to deal with Jungkook’s possessiveness. That’s why Yoongi and Jungkook never got along. Jungkook was a bit too spoiled by Namjoon. He took Jungkook under his wing and treated him like he could do no wrong. Jungkook knew he had Namjoon wrapped around his finger.
It was his weakness.
*
“Where are we going?”Jungkook asks as he paces idly in the foyer, waiting for you.
“You and I are taking a trip to see a friend of mine in Japan, I think we can discuss moving half of our business over there.”
“How long?”
“Maybe three days? Could be more. We could be there for months, it depends. I like to socialize a bit before getting into the nitty gritty of business, that’s how we keep our clients.”
“Months? Y/n’s gonna give me shit when she finds out-“
“No she won’t,”
“What makes you say that?”
“She’s not coming with us,”
“Why not?” Jungkook frowns.
“Yoongi has really taken her under his wing, isn’t that sweet? He’s taking her with him, it’s best for all of us.”
“How? He doesn’t know her like that-“
“If Jin decides to go after her again, the last place he’ll think to look is anywhere far from you, he’ll think she’s with you but she’ll be with Yoongi.”
“He can find out where she is, if we had a mole then there’s obviously a way he can get that information, it won’t matter.”
“Y/n isn’t coming with us, as a member, she goes where I want her to go or where Yoongi wants her to go, she wants to go with him anyway.”
“How the hell would you know that? Did you talk to her?”
“I saw her leave his room last night, he said they talked, he didn’t say about what but I can put two and two together.”
“She was with him last night?”
“She didn’t tell you?”
“No, there’s a lot of shit she’s not telling me,”
As if things couldn’t get any worse.
*
You hold onto the stairwell, walking slowly in hopes to not be detected. Namjoon is the first to see you, the brief eye contact was awkward. What makes it more awkward is Jungkook staring you down. It’s not the sweet, starry-eyed gaze, it’s cold.
“Is everything ok?” You walk up to Jungkook, trying to draw out a sweet expression, it doesn’t work. He stands up, brows furrowed as if you had just spouted out utter nonsense.
“I don’t know,” He looks you up and down, “you tell me.”
“What?” You look bewildered, “what do you mean?
“Have you been cheating on me? Because your stories aren’t adding up, tell me the truth,”
Your chest tightens and you ball your fist to release your sudden influx of frustration. You feel a bit embarrassed that Namjoon is watching this unfold.
“No- no,” You stutter, “why would you say that?”
He grabs your wrist and drags you into a random bedroom.
“Hey!” Ryan, the bleach-blonde buzz cut guy who came with Hoseok was in the middle of getting dressed. Jungkook spares him no mind. “You’re fucking crazy man,” He scurries out, struggling to put his shirt on in a state of shock.
“J-Jungkook, what’re you doing?” You swallow.
“You don’t make sense,” He confesses starkly, “you don’t make any fucking sense and it’s making me crazy,” He presses his temples.
You saw this coming. You wished you hadn’t.
“I used to be so sure about you, about us. I knew you were the one that I loved no matter what, you could do anything and I would forgive you, that’s how I felt just yesterday. Now, I don’t know if I can take it anymore. You don’t know what you want or who you are and you expect me to do something about it and I can’t!” He laments, “I can protect you and I can love you but I can’t fix all of your problems and that’s how you treat me, it’s not fair.”
“I never asked you to fix my problems,” You reply bitterly, “I wanted your support, you get upset when I confide in other people but when I confide in you, you don’t care,”
“Those other people don’t care about you,” He walks up to stand in front of your face, “other than you being Jin’s sister, they don’t give a shit about you, don’t you get that? Just because people accept you into something, doesn’t mean they care, they just want something from you-“
“That’s not true!” You cut him off angrily, “you don’t want them to care about me, that’s the real issue. I’m more than just your girlfriend,” Your nose burns as tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t want to just be yours, I want to be myself again,”
“You being mine, has kept you safe,” His tone sharpens, “do you know what could have happened to you if I didn’t let you stay with me?” He snorts. “You’d be a whore making money for everyone but yourself, that could have happened to you but I chose you. I fucking chose you and now…”
“Now what?” You dare.
“I’m not so sure I should have,” It pains him to admit it, “I wanted you, I wanted you so fucking bad, it killed me not to have you. Part of me was glad you came with no strings attached, no family no friends, you had nothing,” He confesses, “and I liked that about you, I didn’t want you to be someone apart from me, I wanted you to mean us,”
Jungkook is selfish.
To have you, was to love you. Was it not the same anymore? Now, you’re responding as if he has trapped you here and it feels awful.
“Do you hear yourself? Do you know how terrible that sounds to me? I loved you, all this time I stayed by your side because I thought this was love,” You breathe, “had I known you didn’t even see me as my own person and that you like that I lost my old life, I would have left you a long time ago,” You feel tears stream down your cheeks, but you’re unable to stop them from flowing, “and I’m always crying, every time we talk I end up crying,” You bite the inside of your lip.
“I was never a crier before you, I was happy, I was a good person before you,” You wipe your cheeks, anger and frustration bubbling in your chest, “my identity is gone and it’s your fault!You took it from me, you ruined everything for me!”
The emotion that has been harboring inside of you has finally come out.
“Then leave!” He shoots back. “If I’m such torture to be with then fucking leave,” He says with pain and anger in his tone, he’s hurting.
“Go fuck Jimin, fuck anyone- I don’t care anymore, I’m sure you’ve already done that. You keep lying. You lied to me just last night, you were with Yoongi and chances are you were with Jimin too, why did you lie?”
You swallow.
“If- if I would have told you the truth, you would have blown up like this, we didn’t do anything- Jimin is the one who came to me and I couldn’t stop him-“
“Stop him from what?”
“Does it matter? I can’t stop him from doing anything to me! I can’t- I can’t fight him, when he’s around I can’t do anything,”
“Bullshit,” He grits his teeth, “you made me believe he was the one who initiated all that shit, I’m starting to think that you wanted it…”
“I didn’t,” You press, “I just didn’t know what to do-“
“Stop, just stop,” He cuts you off, “I don’t believe you anymore,”
He’s beyond hurt.
All the times he’s found out that you and Jimin met behind his back, it’s laughable.
The first time he did it, you were relieved.
—
“Yah!” You were pulled back by a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Jung-” You tried to call for Jungkook but you were silenced by a hand clamping over your mouth. Now you were panicking, this can’t be happening now.
“Shh…baby, it’s just me.” He let you go. You quickly turned around to see Jimin with a small smile. He smiled at the cute face he once coaxed out of pain.
“Jimin? You scared me…” You stepped away shyly.
“I’m sorry.” He held onto your hands and tilted his head, smiling warmly.
“W-what’re you doing here?” You knitted your brows in confusion, it’s not like you weren’t happy to see him but why was he here and how did he find you?
"I just wanted to see you.“ He was looking you over and you were wearing a familiar jacket that was far too big to be your own, "Jungkook? You’re here with Jungkook?” You nodded.
“Well, I should go before he gets suspicious.” Your heart sank, you knew that Jimin probably knew where Jin was and you wanted to go with him for that reason. “But-”
“Don’t worry baby,” He pecked your cheek, “I’ll come to see you again.”
—
He kept that promise.
He never stopped coming back and it’s only gotten you into trouble.
“Fine, if you’re not going to trust me then what’s the point of us anymore?”
“Y/n,” He says your name like a curse, “all the time and effort I put in to trying to love you, to make things easier for you—and this is who you really are? I fucking liar, did I make you into this?” His voice lowers, “because if so, I won’t do this to you anymore, if this is it, make it clear, tell me you don’t want me so I can breathe again,”
The blame has to go somewhere—you had to choose.
“I don’t want to-“
“Say my name,” He demands, “at least give me that.”
“J- Jungkook,” You utter his name out painfully, “I don’t want to be with you anymore…Not like this.”
He walks up to you and presses his hand against the wall, right beside your head. Your gazes are locked on, you both know this may be the last time you’re this close. He drags his hand from the side of your head to your cheek.
One last touch.
“That’s it then,” He exhales deeply, voice nearly too low to hear, “I’m sorry, you’re not the same person I fell in love with…I don’t know who you are.”
He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you alone. Just like you wanted. Your heart was broken to begin with, not just Jungkook’s doing, but as soon as you left the safety of your family, your heart began to break.
Jungkook storms out of the house and slams the door in his wake.
You walk out of the room but you are stopped by Namjoon blacking the doorway.
“Hey, sounded like things were getting pretty heated in here,” He tilts his head, “what’s going on? Are you two in a fight-“
“We just broke up,” You frown, “so whatever sick idea you had when you forced us together, it’s over.”
You try to push past him but you’re quickly reminded of his size and strength, he stops you in your tracks.
“Wait,” He holds your wrist in his hand, “seriously?” The look on his face in genuine surprise.
“Yes, now let go,” You pull against him, “I need to talk to Yoongi,”
“Is that why you were in his room last night? You told him you wanted to go with him right?”
“Yes,” You lie straight through your teeth, “will you please let go of me?”
Just as soon as you step away, the worst happens. The worst always happens.
“Hey! There’s a van a thugs outside and they’re armed,” Ryan bursts through the doors, “Hoseok and Taehyung left an hour ago, why’re you guys still here!?”
Before a, ‘what?’ can escape from your lips, a group of men in masks and with guns barge into the house, knocking Ryan clean out. About five gives waiting around to guard Namjoon come out with guns ablaze. There’s no time to process anything because Namjoon is already dragging you behind him and out of the house.
Within seconds he stops at the side of the house and you gasp for air.
“Wait,” You grab his sleeve, still struggling to catch your breath, “I need a gun, give me a gun, please! I can’t do anything like this,”
No more being protected off on the sidelines. You have to fight too.
“Here,” He pulls it from the holster attached to his thigh, “you better know how to use it.”
“Yoongi’s still inside,” Your eyes glaze over in sheet horror, “we have to go back, he could die-“
“No,” Namjoon knows this for a fact, “he’ll get out, compared to what he’s used to, this is a walk in the park,”
The Yoongi he knows has done this a dozen times and survived a dozen times, that’s just what he does. You take his word for it, you don’t have a choice.
With all those people in the house, you’d think they’d make some noise but it’s eerily quiet.
“Why is it so quiet?” You whisper.
“Shh,” He holds a finger to his lips, “they’re looking for someone and it’s not me or you,”
You feel your nose burn with the urge to cry at the thought, “Is- is it Yoongi?”
“Hush, I don’t know,”
“But-…” You fall silent when you feel a hand grab yours. When you look back and see Yoongi, your worries are soothed.
“Switch with me,” Yoongi stalks behind you, you and Namjoon share a sigh of relief, “you’ve used this one before,” he takes your hand and switches the guns.
“We need to make a break for the cars,” Namjoon leads the two of you to the driveway and garage.
“Y/N! Y/N!?”
The three of you pause and quickly realize who’s screaming your name.
“What the hell is he doing? Does he want to get killed,” Yoongi sneers.
“He probably thinks you’re still inside,” Namjoon concludes, “You guys go, I’ll get him.”
The car you assumed he was in is still running but no one is in the drivers seat. The closer you all get, you can see blood on the seats, who’s blood is that? You look to see if there are any body’s but there’s no one, did everyone rush inside?
“Yoongi, do you think they killed someone? All that blood…” You whisper as you follow him and he holds his phone to his ear.
“Our driver is down the road at that abandoned barn,” He puts the phone away, “we have to run, you’re gonna hear a lot of gunshots, but keep running.”
Yoongi took your hand and made a run for it. It’s nearly daybreak, the grass is covered in dew and the sun has yet to supply a decent amount of warmth. Just as he said, you hear the gunshots ring and you feel Yoongi’s hand tighten.
“Maybe we should wait for them? I’m afraid something will happen if we don’t stay and help, I’m scared-“
“No, we’re not waiting, we’re leaving now.”
The driver beckons you both over, hands secure on the wheel. Yoongi, despite his condition, pushes you into the car before himself. He tells the driver to go and he pulls off at an ungodly speed.
The car passes the house and all you see is an unconscious Jungkook being rushed out of the house and into the van.
“No, no, what’s happening,” You press your hands to the window and stare wide-eyed, “he’s not moving.”
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Duty | Prelude: Kyungshi
Group: SuperM
Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC
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Rating: 18-21+
Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst
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Jun Kyungshi exhaled softly as she tiptoed through the darkened car park, taking care not to trip while still keeping an eye on her target.
The man she followed was 27-year-old Kim Yugyeom, a former JYP agent. Yugyeom, along with the rest of his agent group GOT7, had gone rouge a few months earlier. The seven men had then split up, taking on solo missions as assassins, bounty hunters, and other similar dirty jobs.
Yugyeom's current occupation was that of a "janitor" for a local gang; that is, he cleaned up loose ends by bribing people in power and killing allies who were likely to spill their secrets.
His most recent job had been securing the death of Taeyeon, a solo agent working undercover for SM, the very agency that Kyungshi was under. Kyungshi had been a close friend of the older woman, and was devastated to hear of her death. The Boss had not objected to Kyungshi going after Yugyeom, so there she was.
Yugyeom froze suddenly, and Kyungshi cursed mentally as he began speaking to someone through what was obviously an earpiece. A quick glance at her surroundings showed a single security camera that was fixed on her. Damnit, how could I have been so careless?! She berated herself.
Deciding to act while she still had some element of surprise, she stood to her feet and leapt forward, clearing the large Volvo in front of her in one smooth motion. Out of its holster came her beloved .32 mm Glock, a silencer attached to the barrel. She lined up her shot and fired quickly.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three shots echoed through the silent night air. Yugyeom turned, gazing at Kyungshi in shock, and for a moment she feared that she had missed. But then she saw the rapidly growing patches of crimson that stained his white button-up, and she allowed herself a small smile as the older man crumpled to the ground without a word.
She fired off a fourth shot, destroying the camera that had followed her movements before it could record her face. Then she climbed into her own black BMW and sped away from the scene.
As she drove, she switched on her own earpiece and spoke. "Agent Jun reporting mission accomplished."
The static-laced voice of her friend Selgui responded immediately. "Good work Agent Jun. The Boss has summoned you to headquarters, so you'd best clean up and head straight there."
Kyungshi frowned. Usually the boss only called on agents when something bad happened. "What happened Selgui?"
Selgui's voice was soft and sad as she replied "Hybe has struck again."
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Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr
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I got like two lists and both are long.. 😅 have fun and feel free to ask about them 🙏🥰
Game (Truth or Dare with Youngjae)
Turner (Taehyung as the new W. Turner)
Villain (Cruella de Vil but Wooyoung ooooor Hongjoong)
Brian (What am I? Young K)
Poison (vampire ateez)
Touchdown (hybrid college au JK)
Spy (spy x family johnny)
Pirate (pirate ateez)
Freeze (mafia stray kids)
Drunk (changkyun being not "that" drunk)
Poly (cleopatra pwp au with svt)
Lurking (assassin au with jinyoung)
Android (namjoon being an android in love)
Metanoia (fantasy au with pyromaniac yoongi)
Woozi (asylum au based on scenes from ruby mv)
Mirmirlidi (mark x reader x johnny humour)
Lachrymose (Mark as Rocket Racoon)
Wabi-sabi (taehyung hybrid au)
Orphic (jin merfolk au)
Speak (namjoon idol au)
Lawyer (kibum is a sassy lawyer)
Doctor (johnny as a doctor)
Apaixonar (jackson chaebol au)
Sciamachy (hoseok secret agent au)
Gentle (yeosang being a gentle criminal)
Found (found family with bts)
Alien (extraterrestrial idol contacts reseacher reader)
Dépaysement (hybrid apocalyptic au with San)
Kvanity (bucket list event)
Brute (bm being a soft brute)
Desideratum (bang chan idol au)
Cheetah (cheetah hybrid needs dog hybrid as an anxiety helper)
Fox (jimin hybrid au)
Now we come to my random ass ideas that are always based on a single picture...
Starting upper left:
Merfolk!Taehyung innocently drowning human reader
Pwp emperor concubine/servant dynamic
Upper middle:
Based on the movie rock of ages the scenes with the songs "wanted dead or alive" + "i wanna know what love is"
Upper right:
Big Hero 6 au with yunho as tadashi and wooyoung as hiro...
Spy academy e2l with seonghwa
Lower left:
Pwp emperor!minghao concubine/servant dynamic
Pilot academy e2l joshua
Demon contract au with wonwoo
Gang Au with jun
Arranged marriage king!joshua
Fae!prince!jeonghan
Alice in wonderland with jun
Sherlock holmes/detective au with joshua
Beauty and the beast joshua
Cinderella au with svt
Knight dokyeom getting annoyed with royal reader
Lower right:
Bartender jaebeom or neighbour jaebeom during laundry day pwp
Mafia au with jinyoung
Bad boy jinyoung
Romeo and juliet au with jinyoung
Pilot academy e2l jackson
Exes2lovers drunk worried jinyoung
Once again feel free to send in asks to any of those ideas/wips. I have for all of them sooo much trivia stuff and many scene ideas and I would gladly share them! To hype you up and hype me up and get like super excited about it and basically immediately sit down and write it 😅
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three - new friends?
Seo Changbin x fem!oc
Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people
Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.
Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.
It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.
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Her hearing came back first, followed by touch. Someone was touching her wound, with gloves on luckily. Her shirt was bunched up to her chest, and she could feel the warm leather of the parlour lobby's couch against her bare back.
Various voices filled the room.
The brunette and ginger from earlier, at least three others, and fucking Changbin.
Her vision came back a moment or two later, at first only blurs and strange shapes before her eyes decided to focus.
A pretty man with sandy-brown hair was above her, with a medical mask and wearing gloves like she had guessed, gently tending to the unhealed wound on the right side of her abdomen.
"Hello." He said calmly, as he continued to do whatever it was he was doing.
She didn't particularly feel like looking down at the cavity in her side.
"Hi."
"Well, you're alive, that's good."
She registered the brunette from earlier now standing next to the couch, looking down at her.
"Hyun if you don't move and stop shadowing my work I'll flood your bloodstream with BTX." The man tending to her snapped.
"Geez, you are picky." The brunette, Hyun, huffed. "I was just making sure she was actually alive. I'd like to actually be able to get our tattoos."
"Hw-"
"Is that what knocked me out? BTX?" She interrupted, making both men at her.
"Yes. Small dosage, with a delaying chemical in it."
"That shouldn't be possible."
The man tending to her raised a brow, "Oh?"
"There's no known antidote."
"Not to the general public." He said, continuing to calmly tend to her wound, "But I've never met someone who casually knows the acronym for Batrachotoxin."
"Med student."
"You're a tattoo artist."
"Used to be a med student."
"Hmm." He said, "Explains the stitching then. I fixed them. Limit your movement for a few weeks. Drink lots of water and increase the iron in your diet. Should be healed in a month."
She finally looked at the wound, no longer hastily stitched together from her struggle-filled attempt with her bathroom mirror as a guide. It was cleanly stitched together, fully cleaned and gently wrapped with some sort of sterile wrap that hugged her entire abdomen slightly. He rolled her shirt back down, before pulling away, discarding his gloves and mask in a trashcan.
Hyun helped her sit up, and she finally noticed a large number of people in her lobby.
The three voices she had heard earlier (along with Changbin and the ginger) were huddled around her precious sketchbook, two of them with unpleasant looks on their faces.
"-fucking coward, just get it out of her."
"I'm awake you dicks."
Call her crazy, but she was infuriated about them touching her sketchbook without permission and how they were speaking about her. If they were going to be like that, she did not want them as her clients.
Scarlet Lagoon be damned.
"Good. What's your relationship to GOT7." One of the men said, with dark brown hair and a seemingly permeant scowl on his face.
"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you all and then myself."
A few of the guys smiled at that, but Minji refused to let loose.
"Bold talk for someone who just almost died." He snarked, lips curled in distaste.
"I would've stayed dead if I knew I had to deal with your oh-so-lovely presence."
He stepped forward, probably to strangle her before he was tugged back by another man, with curly hair and plump lips. He was the one holding her sketchbook.
He approached her, squatting to meet her eye and holding her book out to her. Her heart caught at the picture in front of her. It was all the way at the back of her book, back when she was still an apprentice. Her linework wasn't as good, neither was her ability to take photos.
It was the picture of Yugyeom's tattoo. It was his, she knew, not any of the other six because of how she doodled a little star next to his name, unlike the other names in the description. Their real names. That and she could probably pick out just his hand in a line.
"There’s no denying you know them, most likely personally, so I’m going to ask a different question that will hopefully understand where we are coming from. Did Yugyeom or BamBam ever mention a Chan or Chris to you?” He smiled.
She eyed him curiously, “Yeah, little mousey kid who fought like a feral wolf.”
The man in front of her chuckled, his eyes twinkling with what she thought was nostalgia.
“Let me introduce myself then. I’m Bang Chan, and this is my group. We’re called Stray Kids.”
“Oh.” Was her response.
A long, silent pause reverberated around the saloon.
“I’m guessing you want those tattoos then. That’s fine. I’ll finish them and then you can kill me or whatever.”
Chan chuckled, “Yes to the first part, no to the second. I’d rather not have Yugyeom murder me from wherever he’s hiding.”
Her eyes flashed slightly in distrust, and he gave her another charming smile before setting her baby back in her hands.
“It’s good to finally meet you in person, Jung Minji. I’ve heard so much about you.”
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With proper introductions handled and some more shit sorted out, Minji's distrust of the group had waned. Did she trust them? Not in the slightest, but she at least didn't feel like murdering them anymore.
She had killed one too many this month.
Before they had gone, disappearing from Seoul's scene without a word or warning, they had built up quite an empire. Enough to have subordinates and an entire organized system of people that they trained and worked for them. Highly confidential information was freely spoken to her, and she retained the information even as the years passed by. Certain people they trained tended to stick out, Mark and Jaebum selecting those people for certain things and testing them. A year or two before their vanishing act, they had spoken about Chan, their star pupil and arguably favourite employee forming his own gang with some of their other underlings. The guys had allowed it, powerful enough that they had more to manage than they could just do. Stray Kids had formed, handling more of the ground-level stuff and building their skills and reputation. Jaebum had wanted to see how they would do, with the hope that the new gang would do well enough to eventually take GOT7's place in Seoul.
The gang life was a young man's life after all.
None of them had expected GOT7's disappearance so quickly, however. Even though she was one of two people who knew their location, she was still blind to the whole story behind it.
She was never a member of GOT7, but her close relationship with the elite of Seoul's underground granted her unique privileges. Even though Yugyeom had forbidden it, she had never had an interest in joining her childhood best friend in his lifestyle. She was adjacent. A normal somewhat upstanding citizen to most, a party girl studying at one of the best medical programs in the country on a full-ride scholarship.
She had good composure, better than most people. Even better than Yugyeom. And he was their Ace. It was as simple as breathing when it came to hiding the other side of her life, experimenting with highly illegal and dangerous chemicals in Jinyoung's lab and cursing out Mark as she sat passenger in his car during drifting races.
The guys valued her. It was good to have a person with a "normal life", for appearance's sake. Trips in polite society were easier with an exhausted and heavily tattooed university student at your side, who tended to rattle about truly obscene things.
Everyone noticed Minji. No one tended to notice the men with her other than the fact that they were all attractive and she seemed to rotate who picked her up from late-night labs.
The most anyone questioned was how many boyfriends she apparently had. Never mind that Minji would probably puke herself to death before she dated any of them.
She wondered if people would make the same assumptions about her around this new group of guys. Granted, it had been a few years since she'd been a student.
Didn't help that she had already slept with one of them.
One that she was currently sitting across from in the empty Serpent Lagoon, the two of them along with Chan seated at the bar discussing designs.
The Lagoon's owner, whom she had learned was named Hyunjin and not Hyun, had asked her to come to the Lagoon for the consultation instead because Jeongin (the one who had kept her from dying) wanted to make sure there were no traces of BTX in her bloodstream and to give her some antibiotics to aid with her recovery.
Jeongin had met with her first, quietly chatting with her about Seoul National University the whole time.
They had both gone to the same program and hilariously had both dropped out of their programs out of boredom.
But now she was no longer swapping pre-med horror stories with a man younger than her, instead, she was ironically discussing pain tolerance with a man who had caused the longest-lasting bruises on her hips that she had ever had.
It was a strange form of whiplash, but Minji refused to let it interrupt her creative process.
"So it's best to go with something simplistic in design. Something that you could easily tag things with if need be or stamp on. The more complicated it is, the less usable it is from a branding standpoint." She said, staring at a page of various designs that she had sketched out. "GOT7's logo is good for that reason."
"Are you just saying that because you designed it?" Chan teased.
"You can keep going but you'll get a cock inked onto you somewhere if you do." She snarked back, making Changbin all but choke on his drink.
"Sorry to interrupt the alcoholics meeting but we've got a problem."
The three of them turned to look at another member, Seungmin, who was standing there with a sheepish look on his face.
"What is it?" Chan said, "What level of a problem are we dealing with."
"Depending on who you are."
"Cut the dramatics, Seung."
"Someone trashed and set fire to your shop Minji."
She probably should've had a sombre or reasonable reaction. Something like, 'Oh no' or to start crying that her life goal actualized was trashed and she'd have to rebuild.
But no, instead she said, "You're shit at giving news."
There was a pause until Changbin started uncontrollably giggling out of nervousness.
"Bin shut the fuck up." Chan sighed, smacking his second-in-command on the shoulder, "Go find Jisung and Minho, and tell them to take the van. Minji, we'll have to reschedule. They'll take you over so you can salvage what you can."
She paused, eyes focusing on the gang leader.
Any of the other gang leaders she'd had the misfortune of interacting with beforehand would've laughed at her as they kicked her out, and found another tattoo artist. Her shop was likely destroyed beyond repair and he was using his resources to help her.
It was kind.
"Thank you, Chris." She said softly, slipping a bookmark into her sketchbook and closing it. "Seungmin, what's the damage like?"
"Couldn't see internally, but all the windows and the door are smashed to bits and the sign was ripped down." Seungmin said, "Walls are charred but not broken, don't know how much of the fire reached the inside. But something was spray-painted on the outside to tell us who did it."
"What was tagged?" Chan asked, hands busy with making a drink of sorts.
"Serpents Bite," Seungmin said, turning his gaze back to Minji. "Turns out that guy you killed a week ago was pretty important."
She didn't even bother to ask why they knew she killed a man.
"Who did I kill then?"
"Not sure of the name, but he seems to have been a high-ranking Green Serpent. My best guess is either their Infiltration Master or potentially even their Second-In-Command."
If the leader of a gang was Zeus, the second-in-command was Hades. Powerful, out of sight, and often way more dangerous. Hell, Changbin's field name in the scene was 'The Enforcer'.
"Right, so I'm fucked. Who exactly are the Green Serpents, I'm not familiar with the name?"
"Our rivals. They've been around for the past two years and causing a ruckus." Seungmin explained.
Chan scoffed, "And they were most likely involved with GOT7's disappearance."
Her mouth moved before she could stop it, "They weren't?"
"Oh?" Chan's voice shifted into something else, something darker.
"How the hell would you know?" Seungmin blurted, completely confused.
"I physically cannot say anything more but I know who was behind their disappearance. If the Green Serpents had something to do with it, I would've known their name already."
The thick silence was cut through by the loud voice of the ginger, who's name was Jisung, "Woah, who died in here."
Minji sighed, "My will to live. Let's go."
The drive to Death's Bouquet was entirely compromised by Jisung egging Minho (the scowling brunette who previously almost wanted to strangle her) on to the point that she was sure that the silent killer was going to flip the car, Chan's orders be damned.
When they got there, it took her a moment to exit the vehicle. It was almost completely destroyed, and it would've almost been better if it was still burning.
The sole police officer watching the tapped-off building waved her after showing identification. She waved him off, saying that she'd deal with the building and he didn't need to watch it anymore. A friendly smile and the softening of her voice worked wonders, and the man left soon after that.
She stepped inside the building, pushing open the door entirely unnecessary since all of the glass was on the ground. The interior was scorched, the couch seemingly kindling for the rest of the room. She went straight to the desk, completely unsurprised that the computer was fully gone, the drawers ripped open.
She reached into the open drawer, fingers grasping at the back of the drawer to slide a latch. The bottom of the drawer popped, and she was quick to pull it out, setting it on the desk.
"Smart," Minho commented, his voice close to her ear.
She hadn't even realized he was standing so close to her.
Within the hidden compartment, she removed her previous handgun, two full magazines, a small book, and a single gold chain with a live bullet dangling from it.
"That's... a strange collection." He mused.
"Thanks..."
"Anything else you want from this room?" Jisung asked, gesturing to the charred rooms.
"Yeah, could you take all the paintings off the wall?"
"They're horribly charred," Minho said.
"They're important." She said, her voice gaining a sharp bite.
Jisung all but shrugged but started to do as she asked. She made no comment as Minho followed her into the hallway that went towards the washroom and the two tattoo studios, hers and the other artist Wei's. Wei's room was closed, and when she opened the door it was completely untouched.
She had already messaged Wei about what had happened, so she was quick to message the artist that their supplies were untouched.
The same could not be said about her studio, hell even the bed and her rolling chair were broken. The inks were dumped all over the floor and the lights smashed into bits.
The one thing in the room that was salvageable was somehow her tattoo gun and tips. She quietly packed the salvageable items up in a small cardboard box, before heading back to Wei's studio to collapse the bed.
As she was picking up the pieces, Minho wandered back out to Jisung. He had already pulled all the paintings off the walls when Minho walked in, but he was holding one painting in particularly curiously.
"What's up with the painting?"
"This was in Jaebum's office. Youngjae had painted it for him." Jisung said, his brow furrowed. "It was one of the things gone from their offices when they vanished."
Minho dropped his voice, "Did she steal their stuff?"
"I don't think that's the case. She clearly knows something about them vanishing, but she's not saying anything."
"Is she not saying anything out of loyalty to them or someone else?"
"I don't fucking know, Min. If you're concerned about it, tell Chan."
Jisung went to set the painting down in the box, but as he shifted his grip on the painting, a letter slipped out, hidden in the backing and miraculously saved from the fire.
"What the fuck-"
Jisung was staring at the back of the letter, or rather the names written on it.
"Can one of you help me with this bed?"
The sender was Kim Euigyeom, and it was addressed to Lee Miyeon.
Jisung shot Minho a look, "We need to tell Chan."
"Hello?"
"Coming!"
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The taste of Red Wine part 9 (first half)
A/N: Yo, my bitches, it’s been a fucking while. I apologize, summer has been making me a sloth🦥 and a workaholic. I don’t know if that made any sense but yeah. Here is this damn chapter or part 9 of my stupid fucking Mafia fanfiction. Excuse my bad language, I’m quite moody as I’m writing this.🤬 I’ve been trying to find some good K-pop Mafia inspired fanfics here but I can’t seem to find one. If you find any please send me some good recs! I’m so bored and need some good Mafia fics to entertain me.🥴
I hope you like it, lmfao. It’s been super stressful but I managed to finally post it. *twerks* Anyways so I’ve been thinking that chapter got too long it was around 10K words, so I’ve decided to split part 9 into 2 parts.
Meh, I just felt it would be better that way, because 1. my attention span is horrible and I have a hard time focusing on reading any fanfictions that are over 8K+ words. 2. I like it better that way, then I won’t have a hard time remembering what happened in previous chapter and I can just easily read it, since I’ve made it short. But this first half of chapter 9 is around 5K+ words so it’s more doable and easier hopefully for myself and you readers to enjoy it.
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Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.
I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-Pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.
Genre: Mafia AU, (Specific) Female Reader, Mafia Leader! Yoongi, Romance, Drama
Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, assassination, assault, blood, choking, bad language, another fucking breakup because I like problems👹, shooting, guns, drama, gaslighting, kidnapping, murder, smoking, violence.
Summary: You left all the Mafia memories and business behind as you have decided to cut all connections and ties related to the Bangtan Gang. You start to realize what truly matters and decide to work at your new job with your friend Renjun. Yoongi is back to his coldblooded and merciless self as he takes on different jobs and missions. Rumors have been spread around that a certain, vicious, and dangerous Girl Gang has returned to Seoul.
Last edited: On the 9th of August 2022
Wordcount: 6,856
I wish I didn’t get on this train if I had known he was such a mysterious yet kind man.
I was heading up to my apartment as I typed the password. Then I went inside my bedroom and changed into my pajamas. I checked my phone as it was 11:05 PM Thursday the 14th of May 2020. I popped the plastic straw into my boba milk tea.
“It’s so sweet and mild, but in a way, it’s so comforting.” It was almost midnight when I immediately crashed into my bed afterward and fell asleep.
Meanwhile at the Bangtan’s mansion… it was Friday the 15th of May 2020, 12:30 AM.
“Jimin, schedule a meeting with the GOT7 Gang. I have some business to make with them.” Yoongi ordered, letting go of the unconscious man, he had just finished beating up as he fell to the ground. “Yes Sir.” He responded as they went back to the vehicle.
“What’s the status of Jungkook's condition? Is he still recovering?” Yoongi asked, moving the steering wheel. “He said in 3 weeks that JK will recover. That was only if he was resting in his bedroom and cleaning his wounds every day. But he seemed to forget it quite often.”
“Jayden is no longer in our basement, he escaped several days ago before Y/N got kidnapped. I believe,” Jimin informed Yoongi as he made a right turn. “Jungkook can’t rush his recovery so I’ll ask if Jackson or Yugyeom can join us for temporary help,” Yoongi mumbled.
“Any updates on Seth’s locations or hideouts?” Yoongi asked and stopped at the red light, “the last sight of Seth was rumored to be in Macau but he may have traveled to Mainland China.” Taehyung said, typing things into the map on his tablet.
“Maybe the Way V Gang has data on him. Should I ask them?” Jimin advised, ready to call Hendery.
That Neo City Gang is expanding slowly but surely. Not to mention the violent and vicious Gang has returned to Seoul.
“Park, don’t,” Yoongi said hesitantly, “but Boss, this is our great chance–”
“–I know our goal is tracking Seth or any other members of the Blood Vessel Gang, but we got to have a clear strategy. So for now I’ll avoid teaming up with the Neo City Gang. Instead, I’ll make use of the other Gangs and make use of our comrades.” Yoongi concluded, his determination burning as he parked the car in front of their mansion.
“You guys head inside, there’s something I have to get from the store,” Yoongi said, still sitting in the driver’s seat. He rolled his head back, looking at the main door.
“Goodbye, Min Yoongi.” He remembered it clearly. That sad and hurt expression of mine as I left with Hoseok. Yoongi went inside the 7-11 as he got a packet of cigarettes and some thinly sliced beef. He reminisced about that moment we encountered each other on that faithful day. “Thank you. I— umm…” He chuckled, remembering my words before shaking his head. To think that Y/N got eye contact with me and she almost couldn’t recognize me. But I get it. I must have given her my usual cold stare. Yoongi went back to the mansion as some time had passed.
“Boss, you’re smoking again?” Jimin asked, looking over at him and Taehyung as he played Overwatch with Jungkook, “yeah, I’m overwhelmed with work lately and I figured this was better than alcohol. Then I would at least be able to do some work not as half-assed.” Yoongi scoffed, lighting his cigarette with Taehyung’s lighter.
“You should try vaping, Boss,” Taehyung said, smoke coming out of his lips, “that scent smells too sweet, Tae,” Suga said, exhaling deeply as he scoffed. “That’s because this is a strawberry-flavored one.” He exclaimed, chuckling as Jungkook smiled.
“It’s been a long time since just the four of us spent time together like this.” Jungkook expressed, smiling to himself as his dimples were visible. “It sure has,” Jimin said as he chuckled happily.
If only Y/N was here too… I miss her like crazy. Yoongi thought to himself. He went to his office he turned on his laptop, typing digits into his hacking program.
I should arrange a meeting with the GOT7 Gang, they seem to have made good deals with weapons lately. Yoongi thought, tilting his head a bit as checked his email.
I woke up to the burning sunlight as I squinted my eyes and groaned loudly, “mmh… why is it so bright outside?” It was Friday exactly a week had passed when I was unconsciously brought to that hotel room with Kunhang.
I checked my phone when I suddenly got a call from Daniel Jones. I was rather surprised and shocked after hesitating before I finally answered. “Hey Y/N, I heard what happened, can we meet up? I want to talk to you.” Daniel’s voice sounded concerning and overprotective, “sure let’s meet in my apartment at 1:00 PM,” I mumbled confusedly.
“You wanted to see me?–” I mumbled when Daniel suddenly hugged me tightly. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N.” He confessed as he looked into my eyes deeply. I bit my teeth together, not hugging him back or replying.
I didn’t want to see him after everything that has happened, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind.
“Namjoon told me about everything and what happened with Yoongi. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to save you,” Daniel said, holding my hand as I pouted.
“It’s fine, I’m over it… But Daniel I don’t think I’ll ever be in a relationship again. Not until I fixed myself and my mind.” I expressed, looking into his eyes as he leaned forward.
“I’ll be by your side until we get back together again. I realized what I had lost when we broke up. It made me realize how important of a person you are to me.” He confessed as I looked down, “thanks, Daniel…” I managed to mumble as I sighed.
“Do you need me to pay for next month’s rent or do you need any groceries?” Daniel asked as he was about to head out again. “No thanks, I’ve saved some money and I’m going to find a new job real soon.”
“Ok, take care,” he said, leaning in about to kiss me when I turned my head away, “sorry,” I rejected coldly as he let out a soft chuckle. “Ok, see ya later.”
“Hey, you’re back from Thailand? Wanna meet up?” I asked, speaking on the phone with Lisa as I was putting on some black stockings. “Great, let’s meet at City Hall station at 3:00 PM,” I said, hanging up as I put on some crimson red lip gloss.
“Omg, Lili!” I exclaimed, running into Lisa’s arms as I swept her off her feet as we were both laughing. “I missed you so much, how’s Rosie and the others?” She asked, locking arms with me as we walked around inside the “Daiso” store.
“It’s been okay, did Rosie tell you what happened to me?” I asked, tilting my head as she shook her head confused.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” Lisa said as I nodded, “I know, I shouldn’t involve myself ever again with the Mafia or such danger.” I expressed as I let out a soft chuckle.
“I mean it did sound like a lot of fun in beginning, didn’t it?” Lisa chuckled and smiled as we walked inside the “Gong Cha” boba tea cafe.
“I guess so…” I mumbled when I was about to order. “Hello and welcome, what can I do for you today?” A man asked when our eyes met and I felt my heart race.
It was him, Mr. Huang from yesterday. The angel who saved me.
“Yeah, can I get a large mango smoothie with tapioca, thanks,” Lisa said, smiling at me as I blinked. “Can I get a large taro milk tea with extra tapioca, please and thank you,” I said, looking down shyly. “Sure thing, they’ll be ready in 5 minutes. Please have a seat,” He said, smiling as he added tapioca to the plastic cups.
“What’s with you, Y/Nie?” Lisa asked, poking my forehead as I looked at her, “yesterday I was almost sexually assaulted and raped by some creep at night.” I mumbled, sipping on my taro milk tea. “That’s when he, I mean Mr. Huang saved me. We went to the station as he comforted me…”
“Shit, Unnie are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered as I shook my head shortly. “I would rather not think about it, I’m just happy that Huang was able to get me out of that uncomfortable situation,” I confessed, sipping on my taro milk tea.
“Wow, what a sweet love story, Y/N,” She said, smirking as she was chewing the tapioca pearls. “Why don’t you go over there and ask for his phone number or something?” Lisa suggested as I choked a bit, “w-what are you saying, Lili?!” I whispered as she shrugged, “oh come on! You’re obviously crushing on him, so why not give it a chance?~”
“Because I’m with Daniel again…” I felt slight insecurity as I stated, “and I don’t need to make things more complicated for myself right now…” I said, looking over at the counter as Mr. Huang wiped it clean. His hair was set up in a small ponytail and some of his hair was styled in some cute braids.
He must’ve set it up himself, it suits him…
“Yah, Unnie, you’re the one staring at him so intensely, not me,” Lisa laughed as I pursed my lips around the plastic straw. “At least go there and thank him properly, also introduce yourself.” She added as I nodded and walked up to the counter.
“Excuse me, I forgot to pay earlier,” I said, fumbling with my wallet a little as Mr. Huang smiled. “No worries, credit card or cash?”
“Credit card, please, and thank you,” I mumbled before looking at him as he tilted his head slightly.
“Thanks for yesterday… It was really sweet of you, Mr. Huang,” I expressed, smiling at him as he bowed. “No need to thank me. I did it because it was the right thing to do. Uh, you seem to be looking better today.”
“Thanks, you look very nice with your hair styled like that… Um, my name’s Lee Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” I said, fluttering my eyes as his smile made me slightly shy. “What a pretty name, Y/N. I’m Huang Renjun, call me Renjun.”
“Thanks for today, bye,” I waved, leaving with Lisa as Renjun waved too.
“Omg! Y/N’s so flirty! You’re in a love triangle with Daniel Jones and handsome Huang Renjun! Hmm, maybe a threesome wouldn’t be bad?~” She teased as I sighed deeply, “look, Renjun and I don’t have feelings for each other. Also, I’m back with Daniel again. He seemed to be a better person and a responsible man now too. So I won’t cheat on him.” I expressed, walking to the station.
“What about you Ms. Manobon, didn’t you hook up with your childhood friend?” I asked, crossing my arms sassily as she giggled.
“Well turns out it wasn’t just a hook-up, because we’re actually dating now,” Lisa said, smiling as she showed me a picture of her boyfriend. “You do remember my childhood friend, Bambam, right?” She showed her lock screen with a cute picture of them.
So this is what he looks like now… Those two are very close. After all, they both grew up together in Thailand before coming to Korea.
“Wow, I’m so happy for you, Lisa. He seems to be a good guy,” I said, taking the bus as she giggled. “Of course he is, Y/Nie~ after all, I don’t date bad guys like you~” She joked as I shook my head, “you’re so done, Lili.” I threatened as she walked me to my apartment. “Thanks for today, Bae. I had a lot of fun, next time let’s meet up, all five of us.” I smiled and hugged her. “Yeah, Jennie is returning from France in a couple of weeks, let’s all meet up by then,” Lisa said, waving as she walked to the bus stop.
“Daniel, I’m home–” I said, taking my heels off as I placed them down when I noticed a pair of brown and somewhat cheap high heels.
There was something off about them, I had never seen or bought a pair like that before.
“Daniel… Are you here?” I asked when I saw many of my vases shattered and broken into pieces in the living room. Whiskey stains the floor and empty beer bottles on the couch.
What’s going on here, the money’s gone and it reeks of alcohol everywhere…
I grabbed the bouquet of red roses from the floor as I walked away from the living room.
Daniel wouldn’t do this to me. He promised to change after all… That’s why we got back together again.
I walked up the door to my bedroom as I noticed an E-cup-sized bra, stockings, and panties on the floor. I could feel my legs tremble with fear. Only fearing the worst I opened the door when I saw Daniel embracing and kissing some random girl in my very own bed. “Who’s that, Daniel?” The girl asked, staring at me up and down.
I dropped the bouquet as I was speechless by this whole situation. “You fucking asshole,” I said, feeling tears surround my eyes as I walked away. I put on my black heels and black leather jacket as Daniel had a pair of boxer briefs on. “Listen Y/N,”
“Don’t talk to me, Daniel.” I said, my voice beginning to shake and tremble with uneasiness.
“Just hear me out, okay?” He said, patting my shoulder as I lashed out, “don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed the tears rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t want to hear your lame and stupid excuses! I had enough!” I shouted.
One side of me always knew that Daniel was an unfaithful man and a liar. But another side of me always refused to believe that, it would be true.
However… I never thought that I’d have actually witnessed it like this.
“See? This is why I did this to you. Y/N.”
It was no nightmare nor an awful dream. It was the reality of my life and relationship.
“You’ve always been one crazy, stubborn, bitch. Never listening to me or obeying me like a good fucking bitch.” Daniel said, grabbing me by the chin as he glared at me coldly. “That’s why I did this. So you could feel my fucking pain for once.”
I shouldn’t let him tear me down and abuse me like this anymore…
“I let you live your independent life as a teacher at SNU so that everyone could adore you. I allowed you to go to parties with guy friends like Namjoon and Hoseok. I let you do everything and in return, you never did anything for me… You never made food for me, cleaned my room, or even appreciated me, let alone sleep with me.”
I shouldn’t allow him to walk all over me like this… I hate this more than anything else…!
“Whenever I tried to make a move on you or try to fuck you. You’d always complain that you have work to do or that you weren’t in the mood. And then you have the fucking nerve to ask how I got fired and why I came home all high, drunk, and fucked up on drugs, you bitch?!” He cussed and shouted, crumbling old school assignments of mine before tossing them on the floor.
“Shut the fuck up, Daniel Jones!” I screamed, throwing my black heel on the wall as I stomped on the floor. “I had enough of you and your stupid excuses! Why do you think that I was overworking myself?! After you got fired, I had to overwork myself and pay for our damn bills, groceries, and everything! You think having sex with me is the only way for us to communicate, you disgusting piece of shit!” I screamed, panting as I was beyond mad.
“You fucking bitch! I’m going to fuck some sense into you,” Daniel yelled, pulling me by the hair as he tried to kiss me when I slapped him as I put on my heel again. “Don’t fucking run, we’re not done here, you fucking whore!” He pulled me by the wrist when I kicked my knee in between his legs as he groaned and cursed. “Let go of me! You fucking asshole!” I yelled as I rushed down the stairs when he began to chase me.
“I’ll fucking kill you.” Daniel glared as he was right behind me when I looked as he was also heading downstairs. I jumped a few steps down when my left heel broke but I had to get away. I didn’t look back at all I was too stressed and angered that I didn’t think of dialing the police’s number.
I ran all the way as I made it to the “Gangnam” station as I was panting heavily. Why did this happen? Whatever, I should get away from this as fast as possible otherwise he’ll catch up to me. I looked back once as I noticed he wasn’t there. I suppose he went back to fuck that girl of his, hmmph.
I wiped the pathetic tears away but they kept coming back. I was beyond frustrated, hurt, and mad. I couldn’t control my emotions or how I felt. It began to rain as I shook my head, whimpering.
I stopped as I was in front of the stairs, staring at them dumbfoundedly. When the rain was pouring heavily.
What’s the point in anything anymore…? I feel like there’s no point to anything.
I turned away from the station as I stood there, feeling the rain get heavier and my hair completely soaked by it.
“What are you doing here, Ms. Lee Y/N?” A man said in his low voice as he was behind me, shielding the umbrella above my head. I turned around before mumbling, “Huang Renjun…” I said, staring at him in sheer confusion as I parted my lips, sighing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked as I wiped the tears away from my eyes.
“I… I don’t know…” I whimpered, looking down as I cried into my hands. “Did something happen?” Huang asked as I stood there dumbfounded, shaking my head, “my boyfriend, he… he cheated on me…” I cried as he clenched his fist, clearly angered when he pulled me into his chest.
“Let’s go…” Huang hugged me, rubbing my back softly, “let’s go to my apartment, there’s no need for you to cry over trash like that.” He comforted me as we entered his car and he drove us away to his place.
“Here,” Huang asked, handing me an empty cup as I looked in it. “Thank you…” I mumbled hesitantly. “Are you okay?” He asked, filling the cup with hot water as I drank a little. “I’m not…”
“I don’t know Huang… I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Silence fell between us when I glimpsed at him. “I’m sorry…” I said in a low voice, “don’t apologize, it’s okay,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “It hurts… That feeling of loneliness… Being left in the sad rain. I know that feeling too.” Huang said as he had a sad expression.
After explaining what happened to me and Daniel. He hugged me, “forget about that bastard, he’s not worthy of your love. And he never will be.” He expressed as I nodded, looking down.
He handed me a pair of Puma jogging pants and a matching hoodie too. “You should take a hot shower otherwise you’ll catch a cold. Also, are you hungry?” He asked as I took the clothes and towel, “thank you, Mr. Huang,” I said.
“Renjun.” He said with a smile. “Hmm?” I mumbled. “Call me Renjun and I’ll call you, Y/N.” He said, patting my hair. “Okay, Renjun. I won’t take too long.”
“Lee Meílíng Y/N, huh?” He said as I was eating some Chinese chicken dumplings I nodded. Renjun chuckled as we watched a music video that he filmed with his friends. “What’s so funny? Do I not look Chinese to you?” I asked, pouting a bit as I drank some water.
“No, it’s just I didn’t think I’d meet another Chinese person. It sorta makes me happy,” He said as I scoffed, “well, I thought your name didn’t sound that Korean, Huang Renjun.”
“美伶, huh?” (Meílíng.) Renjun cooed as I pursed my lips together.
“Yeah, it’s my given last Chinese name. Not many people are aware that I’m half-Chinese after all. So most of the time I just go by Lee Y/N or at least here in Korea I do.”
“But in China, you’re Meílíng Y/N.” He added as I nodded. “Well, I’m the same way actually.”
“I actually go by my Korean name Hwang In Joon, but my real name is Huang Renjun. I don’t really tell my Korean classmates my real name since I’m studying hard to learn Korean.”
“Then why did you tell me your real name?” I asked, leaning a bit closer to him as our eyes met when he pursed his lips together. “That’s because… You’re someone that I can trust.” Renjun confessed as I blushed a bit. “Huang Renjun, how do I write that?”
He leaned a bit closer, taking a hold of my hand as he wrote down the Chinese characters for his name. “Like this, 黄仁俊.” (Huang Ren Jun.)
I smiled as he chuckled. “You have such a pretty name, Renjun.”
“What’s this song called?” I asked as he was playing the piano. “Life Is Still Going On,” Renjun said as he smiled at me. “Wasn’t that the song you and your friends performed earlier, in that video?” I asked, moving closer to him as he nodded.
“You really pay attention to the small details, huh? I like that about you, Y/N.” Renjun said, looking at me deeply as I folded my arms. “Well, of course, I do. The song’s really sweet and in a way comforting.” I mumbled, smiling at myself.
“You have a really nice voice and you play the piano so well too…” I expressed, sitting next to him. “You’re really talented and amazing, Renjun,” I confessed as he smiled brightly when I noticed his small dimple. “You’re also quite amazing. And very pretty too.” He mumbled, moving some strands of hair away from my eyes as we met. His warm hand cupped my cheek and I blushed red at his soft touch.
“You’re so pretty, why would someone as pretty as you cry over a douchebag like that?”
I was taken by surprise hearing him say that. I pursed my lips together when he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.
Renjun’s like an angel. Whenever I’m in a bad situation he always manages to save me. I thought looking into his light brown eyes.
I dialed Hoseok’s number as I began speaking. “Hobi… I’m staying at my friend’s house. Could you stop by here tomorrow? There’s something you need to hear and know.”
“You sound a bit different, everything okay?” Hoseok asked as I hesitated to tell him the actual truth.
“Yeah, sorry, I was out in the rain earlier which is why I sound a bit weird,” I laughed it off nervously. “Okay. Good night and sleep well, Y/Nie. I’ll pick you up early in the morning, sweet dreams.”
“Are you sure it’s okay if I sleep here? I mean I don’t want to trouble you–” I mumbled, rubbing my arm. “–You’re not going back to that apartment are you, Y/N?” Renjun asked, taking off his t-shirt as I was a bit distracted and flustered by his fine body.
“I’m not… But I don’t want to be a burden to you…” I mumbled as he cupped my cheeks and looked at me. “You’re not a burden, please don’t go. I’m really worried about you. If anything ever happened to you I wouldn't ever be happy with myself.” Renjun expressed as I hugged him.
“Fine… I’ll stay here tonight.”
“Is it alright for me to sleep in your bed?” I asked, pulling the blanket over my legs as Renjun hummed. “Of course it is,” he mumbled, lying on a mattress beside the bed. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He said, resting his head on his left arm.
Even though it’s Renjun’s bedroom, he’s letting me sleep in his soft bed while he’s sleeping on the floor. “Sweet dreams, Y/N,” Renjun mumbled before closing his eyes. I glanced over at his handsome face and sighed.
“Goodnight, Renjun,” I mumbled, lying on my left side as I fell asleep.
It was Saturday the 16th of May 2020. When someone rang the doorbell as I opened the door. “Who’s this?” Hoseok asked curiously, tilting his head and looking at Renjun.
“Hobi–”
“–Erhmm, I mean Hoseok. This is Renjun, my friend.” I said as he greeted him by the door. “Actually, my Korean name’s Hwang In Joon. But you can call me Injoon or Renjun.” Renjun chuckled and bowed, then he shook his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Renjun, I’m Jung Hoseok. But call me Hoseok,” Hoseok said, smiling brightly.
I was eating breakfast when Renjun was playing the piano as Hoseok was dancing casually. “You’re a really great dancer, you execute the moves very sharp and nicely, Hoseok.” Renjun complimented him as Hoseok bowed. “Thanks, Renjun. You’re awesome too,” he added and smiled.
I’m glad Hobi is getting along with Renjun… I was really worried that he might’ve not liked him. I ate my Jianbing as I watched them closely.
“So what happened yesterday?”
“Your voice sounded unusual…” Hoseok spoke, drinking some warm soy milk. I looked down hesitating to answer his question when Renjun walked over, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked worriedly. “You don’t have to tell him… if you’re not ready,” he said as my eyes looked up surprisingly. “...Tell me what?” Hoseok asked as he had a serious look fixated on me.
“I was really excited to see him and finally be together again…” I whimpered, “I… I thought he was actually going to change for once…” The tears formed around my eyes after explaining everything as Renjun patted my back.
“I know that I’m a difficult woman but he didn’t even feel the slightest empathy towards me… as his former lover and girlfriend…” I mumbled, wiping the tears away, “was I just an object to him?” Hoseok stood up, clenching his fists.
“Where is that bastard?” He demanded, “Hobi, don’t…” I sniffled as I pursed my lips together. “I’ll go and teach him a lesson–” Hoseok said, walking over to the shoe rack.
“–I don’t think that it would be a good idea, Hoseok,” Renjun said, leaning against the wall as he looked at him. “Renjun, you don’t know Daniel… the way I and Namjoon do–”
“–I know that.”
“–But… ignoring and going against Y/N’s wishes isn’t something that’ll make her feel better or happier.” Renjun expressed when Hoseok stopped. “I can’t let that bastard get away with hurting my childhood friend just like that…” he said, glaring at him. “I know, but Y/N needs us. She doesn’t want to get back at Daniel or for us to get back at him.”
“Y/N just needs us to be there for her now that she needs it the most…” Renjun confessed.
Renjun and Hoseok had left the apartment to give me some time to reflect and be alone.
I scrolled through the contacts on my phone, before sighing heavily. I was searching for Hyejin’s number as I found it and stared at it intensely. I knew that I had to tell the truth to my family eventually, the truth that Daniel and I had broken up…
I don’t want to do this… You have to do this, Y/N. My inner self fought as I shook my head. “Fuck! I’ll have to tell her the truth!” I pursed my lips together as I texted my sister.
Hyejin (big sis)
“Hey, Unnie can we talk if you have time?”
“Let’s Facetime”
“Sure thing, Y/N”
“I’ll call now.”
She dialed using Facetime. “What’s up, little sis?” Hyejin asked as I looked at my phone screen, “hey…” I mumbled, looking down a little, “how’s Shanghai and how are you doing?” I put on my low smile, getting eye contact with her. “Shanghai’s amazing and I’m enjoying my honeymoon with Hyukwoo…” I smiled, looking down again as I nodded.
“What about you, Y/N, are you okay?”
“Did something happen?”
“Yeah… Something did happen… Don’t tell mom or dad about this… Because I will tell them in person. I’m staying at a friend’s house right now. A lot of shit has happened.”
“Listen Y/N, don’t feel pressured to tell me anything. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need it.” Hyejin said, smiling as I nodded, feeling my voice quiver, “Daniel and I broke up… We are no longer together…” I said, tears falling as I cried heavily. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N. Do you want to talk about it? I wish that I could give you the biggest hug right now.”
I explained the whole story of what’s been going on. “I thought that we finally could figure things out that we finally could fix our relationship and then he decides to cheat on me…” I whimpered, rubbing my eyes. “He’s the asshole, sis, but I hate to say this. But I’m rather relieved that you broke up with him.”
“Relieved…?” I asked in shock at her response. “I know that it sucks, but he was never a good boyfriend. I’ve always despised that piece of shit, he’s lucky that I’m not in Seoul right now to beat his ass.” Hyejin sneered, biting her teeth together as she had that scary expression of hers. I laughed slightly, it’s been a while since I saw that scary face of hers. “I also lost my job… due to a dating scandal…” I sighed, drinking water as Hyejin blinked her eyes. “Yah, Lee Meílíng Y/N what’s been going on?” She scolded me as I licked my lips before chuckling a little.
“A lot of shit has happened, Unnie. But I’m in the process of moving out of my apartment too.” She sighed, “yah, Y/N you’re driving me fucking crazy, you little shit–!” I smiled at her sudden voice change. “I know that you’re extremely worried about me right now but I promise I’ll tell you everything once I’m home in China. I’m just happy that you’re listening to me and my problems…”
Hyejin crossed her arms, looking at me disappointingly and sassily. “Unnie, don’t be mad.” I pleaded while looking at her. “I’m not mad, I just hate how you’re so stubborn like mom. And always bottle up your feelings and pretend everything’s going to be okay. I know that you feel like it’s none of my business and you feel like a burden, but I want us as sisters, to be honest with each other. I don’t need to know everything you do in your life but please remember that I’m here for you whenever you need it. You can always talk to your big sister, you know that.” I was speechless and taken back by her words and her constant reassurance.
“–Right Y/N?” Hyejin added, smiling as I nodded. “I know that. I know that I’m a stubborn woman and how difficult I am, but I hate the thought of others worrying about me, you know that too, Hyejin.”
“Did you file a police report on that fucker Daniel?”
“Noo…” I mumbled dumbfoundedly. There’s no way I would be able to tell her that I’ve been involved with the Mafia Gang and all that messed shit. As much as she’s my older sister I can’t bring myself to tell her what’s actually been going on. If I did, she’d definitely tell our parents!
“Then what are you going to do from now? You’re not staying in that apartment until he moves out, right?” Hyejin asked, raising her eyebrow as I spoke. “I’m going to remove my name from that apartment and I’ll ask Roseanne or Hoseok if I can stay at their place until I’ve found my own.”
“What about your job, are your savings enough, or do you need me to send some money?” Hyejin asked, propping her head to her hand as I nodded, “I do have a lot of money in my bank account, don’t worry, Unnie. This is my problem, I shouldn’t drag you into this mess, okay?” I smiled as she sighed, rolling her eyes. “When are you returning to China?”
“Maybe in a few weeks, I’ll be there?”
“I need to find a new job and I’ll definitely come and see you guys, okay?”
“Yeah, I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Take care of yourself, okay?” Hyejin looked deeply at me as I did the same, I nodded and smiled.
“Don’t be so hard and harsh on yourself, okay?”
“Yeah, I know Hyejin. I’ll try my best, you know that. My stubbornness and fierce personality are what will get me through life and hardship!” I said, energetically clenching my fists.
“Right, I know that, you idiot. I love you no matter, okay?” She giggled at my pose and smiled. “I love you too, Unnie thanks for chatting with me, but I have to hang up now,” I said as she nodded. “See you.”
It felt good to chat with Hyejin, after all, she’s like my second best friend. I know that she’ll keep my secrets after all we’re sisters and I can always trust her.
Two weeks had passed since then… It was Saturday the 30th of May 2020. I was having my 5th shift at “Gong Cha”.
“Hey, what would you like to order today?” I asked as the customer told me their order. “Huang, one large taro milk tea, 30% sweet, no ice, lychee nata de coco, and tapioca. Also, one large jasmine milk tea with strawberry popping bobas, normal amount of sweetness and hot.” I read out loud the order to Renjun.
“Got it, Meílíng Babe,” He smiled, mixing the drink as I sighed. “Don’t call me babe,” I folded my arms as I added tapioca and lychee jelly to the cup and strawberry bubbles to the other one.
“Why so frustrated today, Meílíng?” Renjun asked as I sighed, “nothing in particular, also aren’t I older than you? Why aren’t you calling me Noona or Miss?” I demanded sassily as he chuckled.
“Alright, alright, Jie then treat me to lunch later,” Renjun said to me as I glanced at him, setting my hair up in a ponytail. “Fine. What are you in the mood to eat?” I asked as he moved some strands away from my face as looked into my eyes.
“Hotpot, Chinese hotpot,” He smiled, handing me the drinks as I smiled a bit.
“Alright, Ning can you handle the rest?” I asked, looking at her when she turned around and smiled sweetly, “当然!” (Of course!)
“Good, I’ll leave the rest to you then.” I smiled, hugging her as I put on my coat. “If there’s any trouble, just call me, okay?” I reassured her as Renjun put on his scarf. “Shall we go, Jiejie?” He asked, holding his arm out as I sighed, wrapping my arm around it.
“Oh my God, Y/N Jiejie and Huang Gege are dating!” Ning exclaimed as I sighed, “we’re not, Ning!” I protested as Renjun chuckled.
“Say hi to Chenle for me, Gege,” Ning said as he nodded and waved.
“Wow, what a nice restaurant!” I walked inside “Crystal Jade Restaurant” and was amazed by the place. “It’s actually one of my favorite Chinese restaurants here in Seoul,” Renjun said and sat down.
“I can see why,” I looked around to see the beautiful decor and admired the warm feeling of the smell. “What would you like to order?” The waitress asked, “the beef hot pot menu, please,” Renjun said, placing the menu cart down.
“How do you like working at “Gong Cha” so far?” He asked, looking at me as I smiled softly, glancing down. “I do. I’m really happy to work with Ning and you. Everyone is really amazing and friendly.” I confessed before looking at him.
“Thank you, Renjun…”
“There’s no need to thank me, you’re the one who got the job thanks to that well-written application you sent,” Renjun smiled, drinking some ice-cold water.
“Here is your food, please call me if you need anything else,” the waitress said as we both bowed. “谢谢你.” (Thank you.)
“You should try the beef shoulder, it’s really good,” I said, holding up the piece of meat as Renjun smiled and ate it. “Mhm, thanks Y/N - it’s excellent.” He nodded, licking his lips.
“Here, eat some vegetables too. The napa cabbage and shiitake mushrooms are really delicious,” Renjun said, handing me a bowl of them. “Thanks, wow! I haven’t had such good hot pot in a long time,” I mumbled, chewing my food.
“You look so cute when you eat. I can tell you really enjoy the food.” He chuckled, looking at me as I blushed a little. “Shut up… I just really love food.” I pouted flusteredly.
“Say when was the last time that you went to see your parents in China?” Renjun asked curiously. “It’s been exactly a year since I last visited them,” I mumbled, gathering my chopsticks as I looked at the blue sky outside.
“Then…” Renjun pressed his lips together before taking a hold of both my hands. “Would you like to go to China with me?” He asked, looking at me deeply.
I thought for a second before giving him my answer. “I would love to.”
I headed home to Hoseok as the two of them were waiting for me. “How was work today, Y/N?” Namjoon asked as I took off my sneakers and coat. “It was actually pretty okay. Also, I’ve already eaten dinner.” I walked inside the living room, taking off my sweater as I was wearing my BT21 t-shirt underneath.
“Ah… With Renjun - wasn’t it?” Hoseok mumbled, playing Just Dance 4 with him. “Mmh, we had Chinese hot pot. I’ll go clean the kitchen, Hobi,” I said, grabbing the vacuum, mop, and bucket.
He finished using the vacuum as he put it away. “Thanks for letting me stay here temporarily, Hobi until I’m moving into Rosie’s place soon,” I expressed, draining the excess water from the mop as I swept the floor.
“No worries, you can stay here as long as you love, Y/Nie~” Hoseok smiled, drinking some strawberry milk. “Heh heh thanks, Hobi, but I’ve missed seeing Rosie so I’m staying with her until I’ve moved into my new place.” Namjoon walked in, smiling, “heh, it’s been a while since you last visited your family, hasn’t it?” He asked as I turned around. “Actually… I’m planning on visiting them in China with Renjun,” I said when Namjoon walked in.
“That’s nice, it’s been a while since you last saw them, right?” He added, folding his arms and smiling as his dimples were showing. I nodded and finished cleaning the floor.
“So when will you travel?” Hoseok asked, taking the bucket and mop. “Mmh… not quite sure but maybe the first of June or the end of June? Renjun just asked me earlier.” I smiled, brushing my hair. “Sounds good,” Namjoon said, boiling some hot water for his noodles.
I had told all my friends about my breakup with Daniel Jones. However, I didn't tell my family about it other than my older sister Hyejin. I know that I’ll eventually need to tell my mother and father. But right now; I just want to work and tell them once I see them personally in China.
Somewhere in an expensive hotel in the Gangnam District…
“Kang, 4th floor and on your left,” a woman whispered into her earpiece, “got it,” she said before knocking out the guy with a syringe. The guy passed out as she grabbed his key card, before knocking out the CCTV with her gun. “Found that Jayden suspect, make sure to hack CCTV system for me, Son,” Ms. Kang commanded.
She walked into the hotel room as she searched through his belongings, she found his wallet and the folder she was looking for the whole mission. “Report to Kim, tell Boss that I’ve completed this mission. I’ve found what we’ve looked for.” She said before hanging up.
“Be careful Bangtan, we’ll meet very soon.” She said, staring at her reflection on the glass window, dragging the unconscious Jayden by the collar of his shirt into the elevator.
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Hello wonderful people! 👋
I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.
Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW
Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.
Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.
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My style is 3rd pov, past tense.
I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!
Semi to Literate*
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I do not stick to one plot!
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Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.
I control more than one character
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Age: 25+
Time zone: -5 EST
Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5
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❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣
Fantasy Au
Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au
Fluff, Romance, Humor
Horror
Dystopian AU
Post-Apocalyptic AU
Academy Au
Boss/Employee AU
College/University AU
Disney Movie AU
Mafia/Gang Au
Magic AU
Pirates AU
Royalty AU
Soulmate AU
Mythology
Tropes:
Arranged Marriage
Class Difference
Exes to Lovers
Fake/Pretend Relationships
First’s (date, kiss, ect.)
Forbidden Love
Male Pregnancy
Polyamory
String of Fate
💫 Face Claims 💫
*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**
EXO
Chanyeol
Baekhyun🌸
Cen
Suho
Sehun
GOT7
Mark🌸
Yugyeom
Nu’est
Minhyun
Ren🌸
Stray Kids
Chan
Hyunjin
Jisung🌸
Seungmin
Minho
Vixx
N🌸
Hongbin
Hyuk
🖋 Writing Samples 🖋
OC Character - Kayden Park
Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.
Specifically the red tulips.
Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.
Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.
And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.
“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.
It was empty.
And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.
Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.
He was gone.
As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.
Stupid.
He had been so stupid and this is what he got.
Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.
Alone.
No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.
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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin
Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”
Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying.
So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it.
He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly.
Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.”
Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side.
He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.
He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him.
Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased.
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Vive la Revolution
Profiles: JYP District
Masterlist
Queenie
Real Name: Park Jihyo
Position: Boss
Family: Daniel Kang (Husband)
JB
Real Name: Im Jaebum
Position: Second in Command
Family: Im Nayeon (Younger Sister)
Mandu
Real Name: Jackson Wang
Position: Bodyguard
Family: None
DaH
Real Name: Kim Dahyun
Position: Bodyguard
Family: Kim Seungmin (Younger Brother)
Bambam
Real Name: Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam
Position: Arsonist
Family: Ariyanuntaka Khanthawong Starman (Cousin)
Peaches
Real Name: Hirai Momo
Position: Assassin
Family: Kim Heechul (Husband)
Junior
Real Name: Park Jinyoung
Position: Assassin
Family: Park Sungjin (Older Brother)
Penguin
Real Name: Myoui Mina
Position: Doctor
Family: None
Nano
Real Name: Yoo Jeongyeon
Position: Hacker
Family: Yoo Kihyun (Older Brother)
Katarina
Real Name: Son Chaeyoung
Position: Blackmailer
Family: Son Hyunwoo (Older Brother)
Brownie
Real Name: Kim Yugyeom
Position: Blackmailer
Family: None
Yoda
Real Name: Chou Tzuyu
Position: Informant
Family: Mark Tuan (Older Cousin)
Rooster
Real Name: Mark Tuan
Position: Dealer
Family: Chou Tzuyu (Younger Cousin)
A
Real Name: Minatozaki Sana
Position: Seducer
Family: None
Genius
Real Name: Choi Youngjae
Position: Treasurer
Family: Choi Jisu (Younger Sister)
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Reckless | Three |
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The time was getting close to one am. You had already done four private dances, two had been regular clients that you actually enjoyed dancing for, with one being Namjoon. Namjoon was always a gentleman. He followed you to which ever club you were dancing at, however, he only ever asked for dances when you were at Elixr. You never questioned him, you just assumed it was because you would give dances cheaper at Elixr. Regardless he always paid well and he was fun. He complimented you and made you feel beautiful, as if you were the only woman in the world. You had developed a dancer client relationship over the past two years and were more than happy to make him feel good. It wasn’t uncalled for your clients to leave horny, desperate for relief, and Namjoon was no exception. Tonight you all but made him blow his load in his pant as you moved your hips seductively up and down on him to the beat of the song, while rubbing your breast dangerously close to his face. He never pushed your boundaries and kept his hands on the areas he was allowed, but you would put your earnings on it that, given the chance, he would fuck you into oblivion on the floor of the VIP. Once the dance had ended he thanked you, with a very noticeable hard on and left. Truth be told, if you had met him under different circumstances, you would have tried to sleep with him. However, you don’t sleep with clients, and that was what he was now. You never turned tricks behind the club, or in the motel across the road after the end of shift. That was for some girls, but not for you.
You were standing at the bar watching one of the red heads work her stage. She used her fingers on herself, or rather in herself, to attract attention. Apparently her lack of clothing was doing nothing for her. You scoffed and turned away, thinking how some girls went above and beyond to attract attention.
“Can I have that dance now?” You turned and found the young man from earlier, Jungkook, looking at you with his lips between his teeth and dark hair falling over his eyes, a far cry from his cocky attitude earlier. He looked you up and down, your mirrored his action.
“Okay” you said as you turned to lead him to a private room.
“Wait… what?!” He exclaimed, he wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily.
“Do you not want it?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.
“I do, you just refused earlier, then I called you a whore. So I figured it wasn’t going to happen.” He said looking at you with a smirk on his face, cocky attitude resumed. You contemplated slapping it off him, but the money he was going to pay was so tempting.
“You offered two thousand right?” You asked tilting your head to the side and licking your lips. All Jungkook did was nod his head.
“Would you say no to two thousand dollars for 5 minutes of effort?” You quizzed him.
“Well, when you put it that way” He said advancing towards you as you turned around, “Lead the way, Y/N” he whispered in your ear from behind you. You controlled yourself from stiffening up. You never used your real name in the club. You didn’t want people knowing you.
“Kyron.” You responded, without looking at him.
“Pardon?” he asked.
“ My name is Kyron” You walked towards to private room and opened the door for him.
“What ever you say….. Kyron” He said entering the room with a smirk on his face. You debated changing your mind, forgetting this dance, but Jisoo said you could take all the profit instead of just the cut. That was what made you walk into the room and shut the door.
The dance went by quickly, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed to be analyzing your every move. There was more to this dance you noted. Jisoo was probably right. Agust D had put him up to it and was probably trying to get you. At the end of the dance, you thanked the man in front of you and waited for him to leave. He took his sweet as time getting up as you fixed yourself.
“I’ll be in touch” He said finally rising up, not even bothering to hid his semi hard on in his pants, heading towards to door.
“Don’t bother. I won’t dance for you again. And tell your boss to look for another girl” You said as you wiped down the chair, annoyed he was still there. Jungkook grabbed you and shoved you against the wall suddenly, trapping you between his arms. His annoyance showing.
“You don’t get a choice, beautiful. You’re nothing.” Jungkook growled out, he also noticed that you didn’t flinch, you didn’t coward away from him.
“You heard me. Now let me go before I drive my heels into your semi hardened cock” You said with feigned innocence. He couldn’t help but chuckle. You were looking at him sweetly, but the threat and the words you used were so filthy. He leaned in closely, making sure to not break eye contact. You wouldn’t admit it, but he was intimidating.
“I’ll see you around…Y/N” He kissed your cheek and was out of the room before you could slap him.
“Prick” You said as you gathered yourself and left the room. You were done for the night. You went to find Jisoo, just to let him know you were leaving and he could pay you.
“That prick kissed my cheek and I didn’t even get to slap him!” Yelling as you burst into Jisoo’s office. “Oh, hi Youngjae! I swear if they ever try to get a dance again you say no!” Jisoo looked up from his paper work on his desk and Youngjae swung around in his chair with arms wide open. You crawled onto his lap while he wrapped his arms around you.
“Who kissed you sweetheart, who should I beat up” Youngjae asked innocently.
“Jungkook, Agust D’s right hand.” Jisoo said with a laugh as he watched Youngjae become a little pale.
“Sweetheart, just forget about it. I am not going up against BangTan. I love you, but I also love my life.” Youngjae said, rubbing your head as you pouted.
“Why is everyone so eager to just let them do whatever” You asked. Youngjae stilled underneath you.
“Leave it alone Y/N, you know better than to question things.” Jisoo growled out at you. You knew it was time to stop when he took that tone with you. Also, if looks could kill. Jisoo kept you in line. God knows you’d be dead by now if it wasn’t for him holding you back. Your attitude alone with the men in this world was enough to get you killed. You just played with fire even more by asking questions.
“I’m going home. Pay me” You said, putting your hand out.
“You did very well tonight. Namjoon paid you 1500, after the dance he came back and said to tip you an extra 500. What did you do to him?” Jisoo asked looking up from his papers, you smirked at him. Jisoo knew you were good on stage, and even better in the private rooms. He watched your dances from time to time, just like he watched all the girls. You because he wanted to make sure you were safe, them because he was aware they tried to turn tricks under his roof. If he ever caught one of his girls doing that, they were out the door. He didn’t tolerate prostitution in his club. What they did outside he didn’t care about.
“four thousand, three hundred tonight sweetheart, you did good.” Youngjae said as he handed you the money. You were still sitting in his lap, while he was working around your body, calculating the earnings of the evening. Youngjae was safe to you. In fact, all the men at Elixr were safe to you. It was probably because they all had known you for a few years now. They put up with your attitude and kept you out of trouble. It was a messed up family situation, one you were thankful for.
“Go to bed.” Jisoo said looking back to his papers. He was still a bit annoyed at you but you didn’t care.
“Kay.” You said as you kissed Youngjae’s cheek humming in response and removing yourself from his lap. You circled around the desk and kissed Jisoo’s cheek before heading to the door.
“I’m sorry, don’t stay mad at me.” You whispered with your hand on the handle. As hard as you were, Jisoo was all you had. You didn’t want him angry with you.
“I never stay mad at you” He replied, shifting his gaze toward you. “Text me when you get home.”
You nodded and walked out the door. You quickly made it to the dressing room and changed back into your sweats and t-shirt. Removing your lipstick and throwing your hair into a bun. You slipped your sandals on, grabbed your bag and headed out the back door.
As you made your way to your car, you noticed the black car parked a little off. It wasn’t one you recognized, and you could almost put your money on it who was in there. You knew they were watching you. You threw your bag into the passenger’s seat of your car, slamming the door. You sighed inwardly, walked around the car, and instead of getting in, like a normal girl would, walked across the parking lot to the black car that sat there watching you.
Yoongi sat with his eyes closed in the drivers seat of his car. Jungkook was beside him watching the back door of the strip club they just left. After hearing all about the private dance that cost Yoongi two grand, Jungkook declared that he could have you working in their club in no time.
“There she is Hyung!” Jungkook lurched forward in his seat as he watched you exit the club. God, you were beautiful, Yoongi thought. He could make a lot of money off you. Yoongi watched as you threw your bag in your car, annoyed. Interesting, he thought, why does she seem so pissed off. He watched you round your car, expecting you to get in and drive off. What surprised him was you didn’t. Instead you were marching your way right over to his car.
“You pissed her off” Yoongi said to Jungkook, eyes never leaving you.
He rolled down his window just as you rounded his side and were about to knock on it.
“Yes, love” Yoongi drawled out. He doubted you knew who he was. So he wasn’t worried about anything.
“Listen, the answer is no. I know why you sent Jungkook in there tonight. I won’t be owned by you, Agust D. I won’t be owned by anyone, and I won’t work for you.” You said with such disdain in your voice that Jungkook actually flinched slightly. He was wearing a nice shirt and didn’t feel like cleaning up your bloody body after Yoongi finished you off.
Yoongi was surprised by your outburst, more surprised you knew who he was, and came to his car.
“Jungkook, what the fuck did you do?” He hissed at Jungkook, who remained silent in the passenger’s seat.
“That prick kissed my cheek, what do you teach your comrades? How to be assholes? Get your fucking shit together” You stated.
Yoongi sighed, he was annoyed now. No one talked to him this way. He reached for the handle of the car and got out. He wasn’t going to be looked down on, especially by your.
He got out of the car and stood in front of you. Normal girls would be scared, not you, you just continued to poke the bear for god knows what reason.
“You don’t get to talk to me that way” Yoongi hissed, his face contorted in anger.
“Fuck you.” You replied crossing your arms over your chest. He brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them.
“Okay, I’ll forgive you for that this time because you’re obviously new and an idiot. Anyways, I want you to dance in my club” He hissed out, looking at you with a lack of emotion on his face.
“No.” You answered.
“You’re not in a position to say no to me” He threatened, getting into your face.
“Yes I am. No.” you declared.
Yoongi lurched out and grabbed you, tossing you over the hood of the car and leaning down on your body.
“Don’t test me little girl” he growled only inches above your face. “I am a very powerful man, I don’t take to bitches trying to step on me.” he eyed you.
“Kill me then” You murmured looking away from him, causing him to pull off you a bit.
“What?” He asked as he grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.
“Kill me.” You repeated. You could honestly say you weren’t scared of death, and you really had nothing to lose.
“Why aren’t you scared?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he still laid on top of you. He was interested in you and your lack of fear. Anyone else would be cowering at his feet begging him to not put a bullet in their head. You on the other hand, begged him to put the bullet there.
“I’m reckless” You simply stated.
“You’ve been broken” He said, removing himself off you. You pulled yourself up to sit on the hood of his car.
“I’ve shot people for looking at my car, you know.” He stated as he pulled out a cigarette.
“Whatever” You replied but made no effort to get off. “Hey asshole, why don’t you come out too” you said as you knocked on the window. Jungkook climbed out of the car looking at you in amusement.
“You have balls” he said, looking between you then at Yoongi for any indication that he was going to explode.
“And you kissed my cheek after your dance. Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me” You hissed, glaring at him. Jungkook went to respond but Yoongi stopped him.
“Enough, I want you to be one of my girls” Yoongi said again. “I won’t ask nicely a third time”
“I won’t be owned” You stated, looking at the man in front of you.
“I can make your life hell” He threatened as he lit his cigarette.
“My life is already hell, what else you got?”
“You’re pissing me off Y/N” he hissed through his teeth
You simply shrugged and looked up at the sky.
“I’ll make you a deal” You stated.
“I don’t make deals” He said in a matter of fact tone.
“Suit yourself.” You went to jump off the car hood and walk back to your car. Yoongi grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You looked at him with a smirk on your face.
“I’m only entertaining this once, because I know you can make me a lot of money.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. “And don’t you ever breath a word of this to anyone, I will kill you if you try to make me look soft.”
You giggled at him, which made him more pissed off, you really were putting your life at risk right now.
“I’ll dance for you Fridays and Saturdays, only 3 weeks out of the month though. I want your club ratio. I heard you pay your girls well. Forty Five percent of profits.” You stated. Jisoo tried to keep you away from this business, but you weren’t stupid. You knew where the money was. You also knew that this man came to the club you were working at because he really wanted you. You knew you could make money and he knew you could make money. He would bargain with you, or so you thought anyways.
Yoongi grabbed his gun from his back pocket and pointed it right in between your eyes.
“You’ve really fucking pissed me off now.” He growled.
#bts#bts x reader#got7 x reader#bts gang au#got7 gang au#yoongi x reader#suga x reader#Reckless Update
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His Brightest Star
Request: anon: Request for Got7 JB: can you do a oneshot of mafia!AU where JB's girlfriend is on vacation and gets kidnapped? But she's in the dark and JB has to save her? Super angsty with a happy ending if you want? 💖
A/N: So, first of all, I am so sorry requests are taking so long! But I had to pause on my series because this just might be the perfect remedy to my sudden JB feelings recently! I hope you enjoy!
Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst
Pairing: Jaebum x Reader
**
The man was shaking so violently he was almost a blur. As he knelt on the plastic tarp that protected the carpeted floor, he had to have known what was waiting for him. Surrounded by seven of the most notoriously vicious gangsters in the entire country, he knew that there was no talking himself out of this. But that didn’t stop him from trying.
“P-please,” he begged. “I-I was just following orders.”
While there were several individuals glaring daggers at the man, there was one figure that was more terrifying than the rest.
Jaebum, leader of the infamous G.O.T. seven, was leaning up against the front side of his desk, hands in his pockets. His gaze was off to the side, ignoring the quibbling pleas of the man on the tarp.
“You should have known the consequences of following those orders,” Jackson spat behind the man.
The man was sweating so much that he was drenched as if he’d just come inside from a rain storm. His hair was plastered to his forehead and the neck of his white button down was stained where it touched skin. Just looking at him made one think that he’d been waterboarded. Not something that G.O.T. was against, but not a method they’d used this time around. This one had been too easy to make talk.
“Please, I’m not the one you want,” he sputtered. “Yes, I pulled the trigger, but it was on Seokmin’s orders. He’s the one who –hmph!”
Sick of listening to his blabbering, Jaebum shut him up with a hard fist to the jaw.
Seokmin was the greatest enemy of the G.O.T. but over the last few months, Jaebum had nearly dismantled his whole operation, taking over a majority of his territory. It’d been Jaebum’s greatest achievement.
Bending down to meet the man’s eye level, Jaebum calmly explained, “I don’t care who made the orders and who pulled the trigger. In the eyes of the law, they’re both equally responsible. And around here we respect the law, don’t we boys?”
Snickers bounced around the room, but Jaebum’s eyes never left the man who killed one of his own. Funny how brave he’d been when facing down a G.O.T. associate. Take away the gun and he had less courage than a child around a spider.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” the man desperately offered. “I have information. Seokmin knows. He knows about her!”
Even as he tried to keep his composure, Jaebum could feel the little twitch in his facial muscles, giving away his slight moment of panic.
“You know what I want,” Jaebum smirked, although there was no light behind it. “I want your blood.”
“No, please-”
Bang!
The man dropped to the floor with a nice sized hole in his head. Blood was splattered everywhere, but most of it landed on the tarp. A few droplets decorated Jaebum’s face and crisp white shirt. Now he would have to change. Standing up, he took a handkerchief out of the inside pocket of his jacket to wipe his face.
Bambam replaced his gun back into its shoulder holster, satisfied by his quick work.
Noticing what time it was, Jaebum held back a groan. Without a word, he started for the door.
“JB,” Jinyoung stopped him. It was a nickname that only the six of them could call him.
Jaebum glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
“They know about her,” Mark cut in. “What are you going to do?”
Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jaebum simply said, “Clean this up. I’m late for dinner.”
**
You sat there, alone, at the table set for two. This wasn’t an unusual situation. The man you’d been seeing steadily for the past two years was busy with his work often, but even then he would only be ten or fifteen minutes late. At the moment, he was going on over half an hour.
In the past if he wasn’t able to make it, he’d always call you before you even made it out of your apartment. How he always seemed to time his cancellations so perfectly was beyond you, but he always made sure to call you. As a director in an international corporation, those cancellations came a bit too often for your liking.
It was the sweet moments in between the called off dates that made it all worth the trouble. The times he’d surprise you at your apartment in the middle of the night with a new bracelet or the last minute vacations in exotic places. If you were honest with yourself, you sometimes wished the vacations and expensive gifts were replaced with more intimate moments, more domestic scenes. You wanted to cook him dinner or have a movie marathon on your couch that lasted all day. That type of life was just a sacrifice you had to make if you wanted to stay with Jaebum. And you loved him too much to give him up.
“I am so sorry I’m late.”
Jaebum came waltzing up to your table, placing a kiss on your cheek before sitting down across from you.
“I was beginning to think that you’d forgotten about me,” you whispered bashfully with pursed lips.
Leaning towards you, his eyes shined as he countered, “You are impossible to forget.”
That did it. A smile grew across your face that was impossible to fight. He always knew how to butter you up with precisely the right line.
“Did you order already?” he asked as he flipped open the menu.
You nodded. “I ordered your favorite but told them not to start cooking until you got here, in case you wanted something else.”
“No, that’s fine,” he sighed, putting the menu to the side. After taking a quick sip of the dark red wine in front of him, he lit up. “Oh, by the way, I have a surprise for you.”
Biting your tongue, you waited as you watch him pull a small envelope from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. The only surprise that you wanted was personal time with him.
Jaebum slid the envelope towards you and you picked it up with anticipation. It was a bit of a struggle to pull the papers out, but when you finally did, your jaw dropped. Inside was a plane ticket.
“Jeju Island?” you exclaimed. For the past six months, you’d been begging Jaebum to go with you.
Your father owned a small cabin in one of the more remote areas of the beautiful vacation spot. To you, it was the perfect place to have Jaebum to yourself. Cell reception was nearly non existent out there and the idea of no interruptions was about the closest you thought you could get to those little domestic moments. This was an example of a surprise vacation you would gladly take.
“I knew you would like it,” Jaebum grinned, obviously proud of making you happy.
As you put the ticket down on table next to your plate, you asked, “When do we leave?”
Knowing Jaebum, he already had everything worked out with your job and was just waiting to inform you. But the smile slipped from his face.
“Actually, I’m not going with you,” he admitted.
You blinked. “Oh. Um… why not?”
“After I booked the tickets, something came up at work and I have to stay behind,” he explained. “But I still want you to go. I know you’ve been itching to go for a while. If I can, I’ll join you in a few days.”
Completely deflated, you passed the ticket on the table towards him. “That’s okay. We can just reschedule it for another time when you can be there the whole time.”
“No, you should go,” Jaebum pushed, sliding the ticket right back to you. “It’s okay to go without me.”
You shook your head. “Jae, no, I’d rather just wait until you can go, too.”
“(y/n)!”
Jaebum’s sudden rise in volume made you flinch. Seeing your momentary fright, he relaxed into his seat.
“Please, just go,” he begged. “For me.”
His pleading worried you. With Jaebum you could usually get him to work around you with these kinds of things, but right now he wasn’t backing down. He seemed almost… desperate to get you out of the city.
“Jae, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” he insisted. You didn’t believe him. “You’ve been complaining about work for a while so I figured you needed a break. I don’t want you to stress about your job. Life should be fun, not spent worrying about work.”
You wanted to argue. The fact that he was pushing you so hard to go was strange to you. There certainly something else going on. But Jaebum was the kind of person who couldn’t be suade once he’d already made up his mind.
Lightly running your finger over the rim of your water glass, you sighed. “Okay. I’ll go.”
**
You were mad at him. Jaebum knew that much as he waved goodbye to you at the gate. The smile on your face was strained, not the usual bright and joyful kind he was so used to seeing when you looked at him. But he was doing this for your own good. He needed to know that you were safe while he hunted Seokmin down and ended the threat for good. You were his world and he’d be damned if he’d let anything happen to you.
The easiest way to handle this would have been to tell you the truth.
All this time, he’d kept you in the dark from his true line of work. You knew that he ran a business - a fairly lucrative one at that. You knew the six men who followed his orders without question and helped him build his empire right under the nose of the law. But you didn’t know about his dirty, bloody hands. He couldn't tell you in fear that you would leave him, disgusted by who he really was.
The day that Jaebum met you was the day his dark life gained a ray of light.
You were lost downtown, having just moved to the big city after a life spent in the countryside. A crumbled up map was clenched tight in your hand while you compared it to the GPS on your phone.
At first, Jaebum had planned on walking right by you. Everyone needed to learn their own way. But during the brief second of eye contact between you two, there was something in your eyes that made him stop. He would never be caught agreeing to the idea of soulmates, but he figured you came pretty close.
He was sure that shine in your eyes was made possible by your innocence. You saw the good in people, never assuming the worst even if everyone else could see it. Somehow, you managed to see the good in him, he who was nowhere near sainthood.
Jaebum didn’t relax as he jumped back into the driver’s seat of his car outside the airport. The passenger’s side door opened and Jinyoung slid into the seat that you had occupied just an hour earlier.
“You still think this is the best idea?” Jinyoung asked.
With a short nod, Jaebum replied, “She’s out of the city. That’s all I can ask for. Has Youngjae found him yet?”
Jinyoung shook his head. “Not yet. But he thinks he’s getting close.”
“Well, he needs to hurry up,” Jaebum growled as he sped down the highway back to their headquarters. His grip on the gearshift was tight and stiff. Veins popped up under the skin near his knuckles, but he didn’t loosen his muscles for a second.
“He’s doing the best he can,” Jinyoung defended. Jaebum rarely got upset with any of them, much less Youngjae. That kid always got the easy life when it came to their leader. Jaebum’s anger beign directed towards him now just proved how stressful this ordeal was. “We won’t let anything happen her. We promise.”
Taking a deep breath, Jaebum moved on. “Did Mark get all the cameras installed in the cabin?”
“Up and running.”
“Good.” Jaebum took a sharp left and pulled up to a heavily armed garage door. He pressed a button on his cell and waiting as the door lifted up until it was clear enough for him to drive through.
Inside the main meeting room, Youngjae was hard at work at the computer, eyes scanning the multiple screens in front of him. Mark and Yugyeom were hovering over his shoulders, also searching the monitors in case the hacker missed anything.
Jackson and Bambam were sitting on the long, dark wood table in the middle of the room, cleaning their guns.
“She in the clear?” Jackson asked, clicking the pieces of his gun back together.
Jaebum checked his watched. “Plane took off about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Good,” Bambam nodded with a smile. “No need for the first lady to get involved or hurt.”
Jaebum didn’t even fight the roll of his eyes. All the boys called you that: First Lady. Queen was a bit too haughty for your personality, but First Lady fit the angelic aura about you perfectly.
“I’m sorry, JB,” Youngjae groaned, not even looking away from the computer. “I’m trying to find him, any trace of him, but he’s deep underground. I’m going to have to try some other method.”
“Just do it,” Jaebum sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be in my office.”
No one followed him as he shuffled to his private room. The door shut with a quiet click. At his desk, Jaebum tried to focus on the work that needed to be done rather than you. For hours, Jaebum poured over paperwork, looking over his assets and the incoming shipments. He was so lost in his work that when Mark came barreling into the office, Jaebum was spooked and dropped several papers on the floor.
“JB! It’s (y/n)!”
Jaebum jumped to his feet. “What do you mean? What happened?”
Mark didn’t answer, instead running back out of the office. Jaebum scrambled to his feet, following him.
All the others were gathered around the monitors. Every single screen had the same footage on it. Jaebum could feel his jaw clenching tight as he neared the group. Someone was tied to a chair with thick rope wrapped around them, unconscious by the way their head hung down. Even in that position, Jaebum could recognize exactly who the victim was.
You.
Seokmin stood behind you, running his sick fingers over your bare shoulder. You were still dressed in the shorts and tank top Jaebum had last seen you in before you got on the plane.
“She’s quite pretty,” Seokmin purred, moving his hand to under your chin. “I can see why you like her, Jaebum.” He smirked. “You should have kept a better eye on her. Letting her travel alone? Tsk, tsk. Not a very smart move. It was too easy to get her to go with my man as soon as she landed on Jeju.”
Shoving the others out the way, Jaebum slammed his hands down on the desk. “Where the hell is this coming from? Where is she!”
“I’m working on it!” Youngjae yelled, his fingers flying across the keyboard as quickly as they could. “The IP address is bouncing around everywhere!”
“If you want to see her again,” Seokmin’s image grinned manically. “Then come to Jeju. I believe this little cabin belongs to (y/n)’s father? Why don’t you join us? Maybe I’ll give her back.”
The screens went black. Letting out a yell, Jaebum punch the closest monitor, cracking the glass.
“He really is on Jeju,” Youngjae concluded. “The address landed there. It’s a pretty strong signal, too, considering where he was broadcasting from. Somehow he managed to break into our feed and misdirect it.”
“Pack up,” Jaebum ordered. “We leave within the hour.” He stormed away from the others, going over in his head the many different ways he was planning on killing Seokmin. His bare hands seemed the most satisfying.
**
The plane ride to Jeju was too long, too much idleness that left Jaebum trapped in his own thoughts.
Was Seokmin torturing you while Jaebum sat in his first class seat? Were you in hell because of him? If you both made it out alive, would you understand?
Now there was no way he could hide this world from you, not anymore. Would you leave him now as he’d always feared?
No. He couldn't let himself think like that right now. He had to focus on making you safe again. Then he could deal with the consequences.
When the plane landed, Jinyoung and Youngjae ran to get the rentals while the rest of them made sure that they were all aware of the plan. Bambam and Yugyeom were itching to get going, bouncing from one foot to the other. Those two idiots lived for rushes like this.
The drive to the cabin was even longer. Jinyoung followed the GPS coordinates while Jaebum stared out the window, fists clenched tight on his thighs. Jackson and Mark were sitting quietly in the back while the younger members followed in the other car behind them.
Slowing to a stop, Jinyoung parked the car outside the cabin and they all stepped out. With guns drawn, they practically tiptoed towards the front door.
Jaebum kicked open the door and stormed inside.
In the middle of the living room was you, still tied to the chair, but now conscious. Your eyes, wet and red from crying, met his. Screams from your throat were muffled by the gag that was tight over your mouth. Jaebum took one step in your direction before something cold and metal was pressed against his head.
“How good of you to join us,” Seokmin mock. “Your arrival was quick, just as I hoped.”
“You son of a bitch,” Jaebum growled, not taking his eyes off of you. “You should have just come straight for me.”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
The others, now disarmed and vulnerable, were herded into the cabin as well by Seokmin’s men. Removing the gun from Jaebum’s head, Seokmin took Jaebum’s only form of protection and rounded about until he came to you.
“You know,” Seokmin smirked. “At first, I thought I could get some wonderful pieces of information out of her when I first had my men following her, but it didn’t take long to discover that she actually has no idea what you really are.” He cocked the gun before aiming it at your head. “Since we’re all here, why don’t you tell her the truth?
“Just let her go!” Jaebum yelled. “She has nothing to do with this! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you! Just let her walk out of here alive.”
Seokmin smirked. “Anything I want? Really? Because I want to see you crumble. I want to see you broken. And at first, I thought that meant taking everything from you like you with me. But that’s no use. You’re smart. You’ll just find a way to build it back up again. So, instead, I want you to confess to your love. Tell her about the devil she’s shared her bed with.”
**
You could hardly understand what was happening. Everything had been fine when you first landed on Jeju Island. It was beautiful, exactly how you remembered with the crashing waves and greenery for miles.
A man you had never met before was standing just outside the gate exit with a sign depicting your name in his hands. He told you that he was sent by Jaebum to make sure that you made it safely to the cabin. He was easy to believe as it sounded exactly like something your boyfriend would do. But as soon as you stepped through the front door of your father’s vacation home, someone hit you on the back of the head, effectively knocking you out.
When you came to again, you were tied to a chair in the living room while a different man leaned up against the wall opposite of you, his cold eyes laughing at you. A strip of cloth covered your mouth, stopping you from asking any of the questions that were bouncing around in your head. Tears formed in your eyes until they streamed down your cheeks.
You were going to die. That was your only conclusion. And you couldn’t even tell Jaebum goodbye.
You’d hardly spoken to him as he drove you to airport, still sour that he wasn’t coming with you. What would happen to him? How would he react if you never made it back to him?
Like a miracle, that’s when the very man you’d just been praying to see one last time came running into the cabin. He had a gun drawn and when he saw you, he looked relieved. You tried to scream at him, to warn him of the man that was now behind him, but it was too late. The man put his gun against Jaebum’s head and disarmed your one hope of escaping. Just a few seconds later, more men came inside the house, including Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom. What were they doing here?
You couldn’t understand the conversation that Jaebum and the man who’d kidnapped you were having. What did he mean that you didn’t know what Jaebum was?
“JB, don’t do it!” Jackson hissed.
“There’s no point in hiding it now,” Jaebum snapped over his shoulder towards his friend. Glancing at you, there was pain in his eyes. And fear. Two emotions you’d never seen from him before. “(y/n). I’m sorry.”
With a harsh tug, the man removed the gag from your mouth.
“Jaebum,” you sobbed. “What is going on? I don’t understand!”
“Well, go on,” the man urged after Jaebum stayed quiet. “Explain to her what it is you do for a living. How you’re able to afford all those nice gifts and trips for her. Tell her or I’ll blow her head off.”
Swallowing hard, Jaebum inhaled and met your eyes. “(y/n)..... I’m not the good guy you think I am. I’m the leader… of an organized crime ring.”
You gaped at him. No. It wasn’t possible. Not your sweet, kind, easily embarrassed Jaebum. He couldn’t.
Shaking your head, you defied his explanation. “No, you can’t be. You’re just saying that. Right? Tell me you’re lying!”
“I’m not.” Falling to his knees right in front of you, Jaebum hung his head in shame. “I wanted to keep you, but I also wanted to keep you away from this world. So I lied. I told you that I was something that I’m not. I’m sorry.”
You said nothing. You couldn’t find a single word to say. For two years he’d lied to you, told you stories that never happened, talked about clients that never existed. How could you ever look at him the same way?
The man behind you laughed. “Never did I think I would see the day that Im Jaebum would be on his knees. What a wonderful sight it is.”
All the boys you’d come to call your friends were visibly angry at the sight of Jaebum - their boss - lowered to this point.
“That’s it,” Jackson mumbled angrily. “I’m over this shit.”
Turning on his heels, he took his guard by surprise and punched him in the face, giving the others the distraction they needed to fight their own handlers.
Jaebum jumped to his feet and leapt at the man who held a gun to your head. The firearm went off, missing you by maybe a foot judging by the fresh hole in the floor.
One by one, they overpowered the enemy until finally they were in control of the situation. Only Jaebum was left fighting the man, both struggling for control of the gun.
Bang!
Both the man and Jaebum fell to the floor. You screamed, fearing the worst.
At first, neither body moved. But then a grunt was heard in the silent room and the man was shoved off as Jaebum worked his way to his feet. Jinyoung, the true shooter, lowered the gun in his hand and tossed it to the side.
“(y/n)!” Jaebum cradled your face in his hands before he freed you from the ropes. He pulled you in close to his chest and you cried, your future, once so solid and clear, now completely shattered.
**
“Hey, (y/n), it’s your favorite flintstones character! Um, I know you aren’t answering any of our calls, but please, just hear him out. He had his reasons for keeping you in the dark. And he’s not the devil like Seokmin said. He’s a good guy. Really. And he loves you. He’s a mess without you. So, please, just call him. Or see him. Please.”
You pressed the delete button before tossing your phone on the bed.
Bambam was right. You had been avoiding all their calls. And the few times they came knocking on your door you pretended not to be home. Jaebum only called once, asking for you to give him a chance to explain. It was the one message you hadn’t deleted. But he never came directly to your apartment.
Maybe that’s what you were waiting on. Maybe you wanted him to come crashing through the door, demanding that you speak to him, that you hear him out and let him tell you why he did the things he did. Of course, he told you who Seokmin was and why he had it out for Jaebum and his… gang, mafia, whatever you wanted to call it. But those were the only details he’d given you, promising to tell you the rest at a later time. A chance you hadn’t given him.
Looking back, you should have known something was wrong. The little things that you blew off because you were too blind to stop and really look at them. The late night visits to your apartment and then him disappearing before you woke up. The occasional unexplainable injury that he brushed off as nothing. The strange way the other boys would relent to Jaebum without question. All the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly now that you had the picture for reference.
The worst part of it, though, was the amount of pain that you were in after breaking it off with Jaebum. Night after night, you lied there in your bed, crying with no end in sight as you reached out to the empty spot that used to be reserved just for him. You knew what he did was wrong and the right thing to do was to walk away before you were kidnapped again; before you were killed. But you were being torn in two. Your brain was yelling at you that survival was the only option while your heart was screaming out for the man you’d fallen in love with.
You hated him. So much. But hate and love intertwined so closely, they were nearly indistinguishable.
It was almost midnight and your head was pounding, perhaps due to your latest crying session. Shuffling to your kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of water and searched your cabinets for your bottle of aspirin.
In the quiet of the night, you heard soft sobs coming from the hallway. Peeking out the peephole, you saw nothing that could be the source of the noise. But you heard it again, louder and closer this time.
Taking the risk, you opened the door. You gasped as Jaebum fell inside your apartment. He scrambled to his feet, sputtering out apologies.
When he was done, he just stood there, staring at you. You stayed silent, too surprised at his appearance to attempt a single sentence.
When he was usually perfectly put together, his white shirt was now wrinkled and unbuttoned halfway down. Red, puffy eyes gazed at you in despair. His hair was in disarray and your reflexive instincts reached out to flatten the pieces before you could stop yourself.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. There was so much he was apologizing for in those two little words. You could feel it.
Not seeing him for so long had made it easy to ignore him. He’d held you the whole way home from Jeju Island and you’d let him, but as soon as he’d left you at your apartment, you’d cut him out of your life. Now, though, you were falling apart all over again.
Jaebum shook his head violently. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
He turned swiftly away from you. Concluding that you were an absolute idiot, you stopped him, catching him by his wrist.
“Don’t go.”
Jaebum stared at you with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. A tear trickled down your cheek and with his free hand, Jaebum reached out to wipe it away with his thumb. Then, shutting the door behind him, he pulled you close to him and brought your lips to him.
The kiss was desperate and life-threatening. His mouth was soft and sweet, just like you remembered, cradling your own bottom lip perfectly. Grabbing your thighs, Jaebum lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. One of your hands cupped the back of his neck while your other fingers slid down his chest, his warm skin coming to life under your touch.
Needing air, you broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his.
“I’m sorry,” Jaebum huffed once again, his words breathy from the long kiss. “I just wanted to keep you safe. I was selfish. The light you give off… I didn’t want to lose it. And in the end, I lost you anyway.”
You shook your head, moving your hands to his cheeks and delicately tracing the two little moles above his left eye. It was your favorite little detail that haunted your dreams in your time away.
“As much as I want to,” you whispered, “I don’t think I can live without you.” Leaning back just a bit, you looked into those two deep russet eyes. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” he agreed quickly.
“Please, don’t ever lie to me again. Don’t keep me in the dark. If I’m your light, then let me be it in all parts of your life.”
Jaebum kissed you to seal the promise. “You are the brightest star in my sky. If that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll tell you everything. Just promise me you won’t run away once you hear it all.”
“I won’t go anywhere,” you promised.
Happy to finally have you back in his arms, Jaebum carried you back to your bedroom where you would make sure that he’d stay until the sun rose high in the sky. Staying with a leader of a gang might be the greatest mistake of your life, but if it kept you with Jaebum, it was a risk you were willing to take.
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GOT7 / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage
Request: The first reaction was so beautiful:) I would like to request another one: MafiaAu, Arranged Marriage, you start having feelings for him but don't give in and admit it.:) So happy that you make reactions*_*
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Mark
You two were supposed to sleep in the same bedroom but you kicked Mark out. Well, technically, he didn’t even suggest sleeping together, he just grabbed his stuff and slept in the guest bedroom next-door.
This worked well for about a month. But then, in the middle of the night, you heard your bedroom door open. Certain that someone was about to kidnap you, you opened your nightstand drawer to find the gun that your husband was forced to give you as a wedding gift.
“If it takes you this long to find the gun,” a familiar voice said. “Then you’ll be dead before you even open the drawer.”
“Mark?” you said, squinting at the dark silhouette that was making its way towards your bed. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve decided it’s not fair I have to sleep on the cheap guest room bed,” he said. “So I’m crashing here.”
“What—you can’t,” you started to panic. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“Um, wherever you want?” he said, putting his pillow and duvet onto your bed and climbing into it. You scooted to the very edge of the bed, further away from him. “Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “You should have talked to me about this.”
“Why? Because you’re my wife and we’re supposed to make decisions together?”
“Yes, actually, that’s exactly why.”
“Well then, wife,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re so keen to pretend we’re happily married, you might as well sleep with me.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, shocked.
“I meant in the same bed,” Mark groaned. “Jesus.”
You huffed. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Then leave because I’m not going anywhere.”
You couldn’t believe how rude he was being by just barging in like that, although the sensible part of your brain knew that sleeping with him in the same bed would be inevitable sooner or later. So, you chose to stay and sleep miles away from him, on the different side of the bed.
In the morning, however, his arms were around you and you were cuddled into his chest as if the two of you were really just married and overwhelmed by your love. Once you opened your eyes and realized how close you two were, you jumped back in disgust, waking him up and making him laugh for almost five minutes straight.
“You’re such a child,” Mark finally said through laughter.
“How am I a child?” you asked grumpily.
“Freaking out at the slightest touch,” he said, getting up from the bed, too. “You can’t even make eye contact with me for longer than five seconds.”
Suddenly overcome with anger that he had legitimate proof for calling you a child, you strutted up to him confidently and before you could talk yourself out of it, you stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him on the lips without a warning.
You pulled away a second later before he could even understand what happened. “How’s that for a child?”
Mark regained his balance.
“Wasn’t so bad,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “But let me show you how it’s really done.”
With that, he leaned down to connect your lips again, only this time, the kiss was deeper and much more intimate. And it finally made you realize that maybe the only reason why you tried to avoid Mark wherever you went wasn’t because you hated him. Maybe it was because you were afraid to develop feelings for him.
And after he pulled away from the kiss with the biggest smirk on his face, you realized it was too late. The feelings were already there.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” Mark winked at you after you haven’t said anything for almost a minute.
“Whatever,” you replied and turned around dramatically to leave the room.
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JB
You were afraid of him. You’ve seen him with a gun and you knew he could control it. The two of you were only married for a month and you were afraid that if you made him angry, he’d use his talent with guns on you.
You begged your parents to choose a different partner for you but they seemed to think that no one would take care of their daughter better than the heir of the biggest Mafia family in the city. You had no say in this and were basically kicked out of your parent’s house right into the house of your new husband who was rarely ever home anyway.
One of the nights when you were all alone in your huge mansion, you thought you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Knowing very well that it was impossible for anyone to be walking around here this late, you ignored it, thinking it was just your over-active imagination playing a trick on you.
You went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and once you finished your night routine and were about to head to the bedroom, you heard steps again. Only this time, they were coming from the hallway outside of the bathroom. Carefully, you opened the door, wanting to take a look what was making the noise, but you didn’t manage to have enough time to do that.
You felt something cold against your head and a strong body pushed you flat against the wall.
“Where is Jaebum?” a dangerously low voice asked.
Your heart almost started to beat out of your chest. There was an intruder in your house. And he was holding a gun to your head. And Jaebum wasn’t there. You were sure you’d die.
“I d-don’t know,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Well, you better start thinking, bitch, or—”
“Or what?” a different voice called out from the end of the hallway. You quickly recognized your husband. “Back up from her if you want to live.
“Ah, there you are,” the intruder removed his gun from your temple and instead pointed it at Jaebum.
Jaebum, using the fact that the intruder made the critical mistake of removing his gun from his hostage, fired a shot from his own gun immediately.
The sight of a dead body falling right in front of you forced you to gasp loudly and grab onto the wall next to you so you wouldn’t fall down on the floor right next to him.
“Y/n,” Jaebum jogged towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist without a warning as he looked deep into your eyes. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“N-no. I’m okay,” you said. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was on my way home when I saw someone break into the house. I didn’t realize they’d attack you to get to me, I thought they were just… I don’t know,” Jaebum said, pulling away from you. “Honestly, I should have realized you were in danger and hurried, instead of just staying behind until the last moment.”
Your heart started to beat faster again. “It’s okay. You’re here now.”
“I’m here,” he nodded. “I promise this is the last time I leave you completely alone. I’m so sorry.”
You didn’t reply but instead focused on calming yourself so your hands would stop shaking. Jaebum noticed that and took your hands into his own.
“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “I’m here with you. You’re safe with me.”
And you knew he was right. And somehow you realized that there was no other place where you’d feel safer.
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Jackson
Jackson was going out of his way, attempting to get you to, at least, like him. Because you seemed to be fuming with rage whenever you saw him and he knew you had impeccable gun training, and even though he wasn’t so bad with guns himself, he still didn’t want to get into a fight with you.
“Look, I’m sorry you had to marry me,” he told you one day when he found you in the middle of your boxing practice. “And believe me, it takes a lot of guts to just come up to you and talk when you’re hitting that punching bag like that. I’m just hoping you don’t imagine it’s my face you’re kicking instead of the—”
“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you cut him off. “It’s just a punching bag.”
“Okay,” he raised his hands in defense. “Hey, when you’re done, why don’t we go do something!”
“Like what?” you asked. “Shoot some bad guys? Deal some drugs?”
Jackson sighed. “Look, I know you wanted to get out of the family business. And I know you feel like it’s my fault you had to marry me and now you’re stuck here, but… if you get to know me, I’m really not that bad. And I bet if you opened up, this life wouldn’t suck that much, either.”
You stopped punching the punching bag and turned to look at him.
“Jackson, I’ve killed more people by the age of ten than psychotic serial killers kill on murder sprees,” you told him with a straight face. “I know all about this life. Don’t act as if I’m new to this.”
“Alright. I was just trying to help,” he muttered quietly. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”
“I didn’t hear a question.”
Jackson never realized how much of an attitude you had and he had to be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it a little.
“Let’s go out to have dinner,” he said, resisting the urge to smirk. “You and me.”
“If I say yes, will you leave and let me train in peace?”
“Absolutely.”
You sighed. “Fine, then. Seven o’clock. Don’t wear a suit or I’ll literally shoot you.”
Jackson laughed. “Noted. Dinner at seven.”
After he left, you realized you were kind of looking forward to the dinner with him. He did seem like a nice guy and he wasn’t thrown off by your coldness, which you appreciated since every other guy seemed to cower and run away when you looked at them wrong.
Maybe Jackson really wasn’t that bad. Not that you’d ever admit these thoughts out loud.
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Jinyoung
Jinyoung was just as awkward as you were about this arranged marriage thing. You weren’t strictly against it because it was the norm in your family, but you weren’t excited about it either. You were actually pretty nervous, so to find out that your husband-to-be was just as nervous, was exhilarating.
After the wedding, the two of you stayed cautious of each other, not forgetting your manners, but also not being particularly keen on getting to know each other better. Until one day, both of you were assigned to do a job together. It was just a meeting with a foreign businessman but this would have been your first official outing since the wedding, so both of you needed to act like you were actually married and maybe even in love.
The night before the meeting, Jinyoung knocked on the door of your room.
“Come in!” you called out from the bed, where you’ve been trying to find the perfect jewelry to go with the dress you’d be wearing tomorrow.
Jinyoung entered and smiled at you awkwardly. “I was just wondering what color dress you’ll be wearing so I could match my tie.”
“Oh. Actually, I wasn’t sure. I was thinking either blue or white,” you told him as you got up from the bed and got two clothes hangers with the dresses out of your closet. “I also have a black one but—”
“Wear the white one,” he said before you could finish. “It accentuates your eyes.”
You never realized Jinyoung ever looked at you long enough to actually know the color of your eyes.
You looked down and nodded, hoping that you didn’t start blushing as you could already feel the hotness spread to your cheeks.
“So,” Jinyoung said, walking towards your bed and taking a seat on the very edge. “Are you nervous before tomorrow?”
“Actually, yeah,” you admitted, removing your jewelry box from the bed next to him, so you could sit there. “I’ve never done anything like this on my own. Usually, my dad or my uncle went with me.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jinyoung nodded. “But you won’t be alone this time, either. I’ll be there, too. And I think we can do it.”
“Really?” you smiled softly.
“Of course,” he replied, smiling, too. “You could just charm them with your looks, to be honest, and no negotiation would be necessary.”
Because of a huge smile spreading on your face, you turned to look away.
Jinyoung watched you for a moment and then looked down. “Is that the necklace you’ll be wearing?”
He was pointing at the small silver chain with a heart charm that your dad had given you for your eighteenth birthday.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s my favorite one. Somehow I feel a little more confident when I wear it.”
“Can I put it on you to see what it looks like?”
You swallowed and, not finding your voice fast enough, just nodded.
Jinyoung took the necklace from you, his fingertips softly brushing against yours, creating a spark that almost caused you to flinch. You turned your back to him and Jinyoung slowly put the necklace around your neck. You breathed deeply at the feeling of cold metal against your skin but then almost suffocated when you felt his warm hands brush against your back when he finished clasping the necklace.
You turned around to look at him, too flustered to even smile.
Jinyoung watched your neck for a moment and then raised his glittering eyes to meet yours.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “With or without the necklace.”
There was no doubt that you were blushing now. It felt as though your entire body was on fire and he didn’t even do anything. You never knew anyone could have this much effect on you and you weren’t sure if you enjoyed feeling this flustered after a single touch.
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Youngjae
Both of you were rarely home. Youngjae was out handling unfinished business, while you were making new business deals. Your marriage united two of the most powerful Mafia families, so it was fairly easy to influence unsuspecting young businessmen.
Your last meeting of the week was with a young, promising businessman who was a little smugger than you liked.
“What do you say we get a coffee sometime next week?” he asked at the end of your meeting, a huge smirk on his face.
“I’m actually booked for the whole week,” you tried to remain polite even though you found him nothing short of disgusting.
“What about the week after that, then?” he persisted. “Come on, you have to have at least one afternoon free.”
“I’m not sure if you know this,” you started. “But I’m actually married.”
And you flashed him your ring that was ten times more expensive than necessary and weighed your hand down. It was impressive though, you could see that even the young businessman thought so. Your ring probably cost as much as he made in a year.
“Well,” the sleazeball smiled, nevertheless. “He doesn’t have to know.”
You were about to shoot him then and there, not even caring that you were in a restaurant full of people.
“Who doesn’t have to know what?” someone asked suddenly. You turned around to see Youngjae making his way towards you.
The annoying businessman looked at the approaching man with his eyebrows raised.
“Hello, my darling,” Youngjae told you once he reached you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.
This was the first time either one of you has touched each other in a somewhat intimate way and you were dizzy from the sudden display of affection despite it all being for show.
“This is my husband,” you told the businessman who kept staring at you with a confused expression.
“Nice to meet you,” the businessman said, extending his hand but Youngjae wasn’t even going to be polite.
“Are you done here? Can we go?” he asked you, leaving the other young man hanging. He removed his hand awkwardly.
Trying not to smile, you nodded. “Yes. I think we’re done here. Thank you for making time for the meeting.”
“Yeah,” the businessman scoffed as you and Youngjae walked away, his hand on your waist. “No problem.”
Once you and Youngjae were out of the restaurant, you turned to look at him with a playful smile. “How come you’re here?”
“I have a sensor that starts to vibrate whenever there’s a douchebag harassing my wife,” he told you with a straight face.
You didn’t know why, but hearing him call you his wife caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach and that feeling was so new that you almost stopped walking in shock.
“You okay?” Youngjae asked, noticing your weird expression.
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, trying to play it off. “Just tired. It was a long day.”
Youngjae smiled at you (cue another butterfly attack). “Let’s get you home, then.”
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BamBam
BamBam probably wanted to get married even less than you. He enjoyed that single life and was known for having different female companions every night. Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly your dream husband.
You have expected him to stay exactly the same way after the wedding, and you knew you wouldn’t have a right to tell him that it wasn’t okay to see other people because the two of you weren’t really in love, and most arranged marriages that you knew of, only worked because both partners had the freedom to see other people.
Which is why when you called your mother one night, telling her how bored you were, her response “why don’t you hang out with your husband?” caused you to laugh loudly.
“He’s either out there working,” you told her. “Or with girls.”
“Girls?” your mother repeated. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean exactly what you think I mean,” you said nonchalantly, not understand why she seemed so surprised by this.
“You mean he’s cheating on you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that, considering we’re married but we’re… not really married, you know?”
“Hold on, honey,” your mum said suddenly. “Let me call you back.”
And she hung up without explaining anything.
You waited for her to call you back for at least an hour before you realized she must have forgotten to do that. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
You sighed and were about to head to the kitchen to look for a quick snack when the door of your bedroom opened and a very angry looking BamBam entered.
“I just got off the phone with your mother,” he said and suddenly you went cold. “Why the hell does she think I'm cheating on you?”
“You-you’re not?” you asked, awkwardly, taken aback by the news that your mother actually called him.
“What the fuck, Y/n? Of course not!” he shouted. “Why the fuck would I cheat on you? I’m your husband!”
“But we’re not—we’re not really… I mean, you can do whatever you—”
“No, that’s not how marriage fucking works!” BamBam continued. He looked furious and you weren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him like this. “I take it seriously. And I would very much appreciate it if you weren’t walking around telling your relatives how shitty of a husband I am.”
“Wha—I don’t even refer to you as my husband when I’m talking to them,” you told him a little louder, too. “I don’t understand why you’re freaking out about this, I literally just gave you the green light to go out with whoever you want.”
“I don’t want to go out with anyone,” he answered, still just as angry as before. “You’re my wife. I’m supposed to go out with you.”
Your heart started to beat faster. “You said it as if being married was a job.”
“It is,” BamBam nodded and then sighed deeply. When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t as loud. “Okay, I’m sorry I yelled at you but I just… I’m really kind of hurt that you think this badly of me. I mean, I know we’re probably not as close as a husband and wife should be—”
“Probably,” you repeated sarcastically.
“Let me finish,” he said. “I’m trying to make this work. I know it sounds weird since I’m barely ever home – which is temporary, trust me, there’s just some work that I need to take care of – but I do want to get to know you. And if it seems to you like I regret getting married, then you’re wrong. I don’t. I’m happy I did. It was about time.”
“Maybe you’d be happier if you could actually choose your own partner instead of having your parents pick one for you,” you said.
“Sure,” BamBam shrugged his shoulders. “But in this case, I think my parents did a pretty good job choosing a partner for me.”
A smile appeared on your face before you could stop it and this caused BamBam to smile back at you.
“I’m free tonight,” he said. “If you don’t have any plans, I could take you out for dinner. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great,” you said honestly, already starting to feel somewhat excited.
“Okay,” he said and turned around to leave your room but then stopped. “Hey, and please call your mum, yeah? I don’t want her to think her son-in-law is an absolute piece of garbage.”
You laughed at this. “Will do. Sorry about all of that.”
“No worries,” he said. “I’ll be seeing to prove to you that I’m very faithful.”
You thought you were somewhat excited before. Well, now you were basically over the moon.
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Yugyeom
You knew Yugyeom since you were nine years old. Both of your families were really close, your older sister even married his older brother so it was only logical that you’d be marrying Yugyeom once you were eighteen. And you didn’t fight this, you knew he was kind, sincere, and hard-working, which was more than enough for you.
You weren’t very close to him, though. Which is why, although it was awkward at the wedding, the first few months after the wedding were even worse.
You wanted to get to know him but somehow it seemed as though he was avoiding you.
Finally, one night, three months after the wedding, you were done with it. You stormed into his bedroom, startling him, and stopped in front of him angrily.
But then you realized you haven’t really given much thought to the actual words you wanted to say to him, so you just stared at him for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he asked, awkwardly.
“What’s wrong with you?” you asked finally. And only because he looked really taken aback by your words, you realized that you probably phrased it wrong. “I mean, wh-why have we not once had a conversation after saying ‘I do’ at our wedding?”
“Oh,” Yugyeom said. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you wanted to talk to me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? We’re married and I don’t even know what your favorite color is.”
“It’s blue,” he answered. “But I’m not sure why that matters.”
“I’m just trying to get to know you,” you said, sighing once you realized that this was pointless. “But I guess it’s whatever. I’ll leave.”
“No, wait, I’m sorry,” Yugyeom said quickly. You stopped. “It’s just really weird for me.”
“It shouldn’t be,” you said.
“My parents met because of an arranged marriage,” he said. “They may appear like they’re in love in public but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them actually talk to each other at home.”
This was news for you. Slowly, you sat down on his bed next to him, wanting him to keep going.
“So, I don’t know how to do this marriage thing, either,” he said. “I’m sorry if I appeared cold.”
“No, that’s okay,” you said. “I didn’t know that about your family. Tell me more about them.”
And he did. You finally got him to open up by asking questions. He was a little cautious at first but then he seemed to relax and the two of you sat cozily on his bed for at least three hours, just talking and getting to know each other as if you were on your first date.
By the end of the night, when you were too sleepy to even form sentences anymore, you rested your head comfortably against the headboard of his bed and listened to him tell you about his childhood pets.
“Hey,” he said softly, a few seconds later. “Did you come into my room to fall asleep while I talked?”
You smiled, suddenly too tired to open your eyes that you haven’t even realized you closed in the first place.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said. “I should probably head back to my room.”
“You can stay here,” he suggested. “I can keep talking to help you fall asleep.”
“That would be nice,” you admitted and he proceeded to tell you about the day he had, obviously skipping the extremely violent parts so you wouldn’t suddenly jolt awake.
Right before you fell asleep, you realized that this evening, in Yugyeom’s room, was one of the coziest nights of your life, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you thought about having nights like that every night for the rest of your life.
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Come Together pt 9
Bts gang au x hybrid reader and friend
Warnings: cursing, dress up, humiliation, slight anxiety mentions, calling out a hoe
http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171471609252/come-together-pt-10-bts-gang-au-x-hubrid-reader
Why does it feel like it might be a long day?
I. Hate. My. Gut. Feelings
Our lovely RM got an invite to a giant party hosted by none other than Got7. The kicker? Jaebum, the asshole wrote in the invitation that hybrids must come dressed in maid costumes. The fucker did it out of spite and I was pissed, not even pissed I was fuming. Beyond fuming, I was outraged, even Sacha was pissed and she never loses her cool.
"Who the hell does he think he is?! How does he have the right to demand that! I will not go!" She says angrily, stomping her foot like a scorned child.
"I'm not going, fuck that. I refuse to be humiliated like that, I'd rather let Jax kidnap me" I growl, bristling at how gutsy that fucker was.
"You guys would look cute at least, do you see how big I am? I'd break out of mine!" Eli whines, motioning to himself.
"We don't have a choice, if I don't go he'll see it as weakness. I'll try and make it up to you three" Namjoon apologizes, looking guilty. A low growl comes out but it turns into a whine as I stomp my foot.
"Fine! But only for your reputation Joon, if it were on any other occasion I'd keep refusing" I mutter, kicking at the air. Sacha looks at me in shock
"I've never seen you cave that fast...but if Y/N agrees then I'll do it too. You so owe us though, this is the lowest form of low a human can make a hybrid go" Sacha says, crossing her arms. Eli lets out a defeated sigh
"I guess..." he pouts, staring at the ground with his ears downwards.
"Let's head to the costume shop then...the party is later today" Jin says, patting our heads. We go upstairs reluctantly, dressing casual today.
"If it makes you feel any better, Eli was right saying you'd be cute" Jungkook compliments, trying to lighten the mood in our room. It doesn't work as I only huff at the sentence, I don't want to be cute. I want to be dressed like everyone else. After I'm dressed I stomp down the stairs, salt levels so high they rival every ocean combined. Jin, Jungkook, and Tae were the three unfortunate souls to be in the same car with Eli and I. While the others had to deal with a pouty Sacha. I spared Jungkook from being smooshed in between salty hybrid siblings and took the middle seat in the back. Jin put the radio on to ease the silence, my head resting on Eli's shoulder.
The agonizing ride into town comes to an end as we reach the costume shop, glaring at the colorful building. We head to the ladies section and look for the maid outfits.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but one of you can pick my outfit. I'm disgusted by all of them" I huff, staring at the large wall.
"Ditto, I really don't want to think about how to humiliate myself" Sacha chimes, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Just as long as it's big enough you can pick" Eli adds, leaning against Sacha.
"Okay, go into a different section then. We'll get you after we've paid" Jin says, shooing us away. Jin and Namjoon were going to pick Eli's, Yoongi and Hoseok were to pick Sacha's, leaving Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook to pick mine. The three of us trudge to the other end of the store to create as much distance as we can.
"This sucks. I can't believe this will be my first mission with you guys" Eli grumbles, staring at the various candies.
"Understandable, I'd rather fight that bear again" I add, picking some candies for myself.
"I want to defend Jaebum but then I remember that he was paid to date me so I don't put it past him to be this rude. Isn't it illegal to make hybrids dress up?" Sacha asks and I shake my head
"Only in public, this is going to be at a private place. His families house, laws don't apply there" I snarl, snatching more candies.
"Fucker" Eli mutters while Sacha sighs.
"We're done guys" Jin says, our ears perking at his voice so we travel back to them. Namjoon hands his bag to Eli, Hoseok hands his to Sacha, and Jungkook hands me mine.
"You have to wait until the party to look at them" Jin declares, using his elder authority making us pout at him.
"We can't even prep for our humiliation?" I question, throwing my head back dramatically.
"Nope" Hoseok replies, popping the p with a grin. He would enjoy our misery, makes sense why he's the interrogator. We were treated to a drink and more sweets for waiting, it almost made me forget about later, almost. We were in the car headed home and a thought crossed my mind.
"Wait, does this mean Leo has to wear a costume?! He's a hybrid too! The invitation clearly states for hybrids only to dress up!" I declare, grin spreading on my face.
"Oh my god I hope so, that'd be the best thing ever" Tae laughs, Eli nodding enthusiastically in agreement.
"Knowing N he most definitely will be dressed up" Jin chimes and I laugh.
*Time skip*
There was an hour and a half left until the part started so we all started to get ready. I finally open my bag sitting on the bed and I stare at the picture.
It could be worse I guess. I head into the bathroom, putting all of the pieces on, stockings included. A pair of flats lay at the bottom of the bag so I slip them on and stare at myself in the mirror. The headband sat right behind my ears, making them look even more red against the white. My tail was curled freely so that was a plus, but it was the only plus to this shit idea. I trudge out of the bathroom and see Sacha standing in the hallway in a colorful outfit.
"Oh my god! Hoseok really went overboard" I laugh, Sacha shooting me a glare. Her ears were also places in front of the headband, standing tall. We walk downstairs together, skirts swishing. Heavy and sad footsteps tromp downstairs behind us and I'm frozen in shock as I turn around.
I burst out in laughter, bending over clutching my stomach. Sacha joins me, leaning her weight on my side as she roars with laughter.
"Hey be quiet!" He whines, causing us to laugh harder, trying to form sentences through our giggles.
"T..that color s..suits you" I barely get out, straightening, covering my mouth. Eli mimics me with a sneer, making Sacha laugh more. We have to wait for the guys to come down, probably putting on the finishing touches on their suits. I choked on air as the walked down, holy shit they look fine!
Sacha lets out a whistle
"You guys clean up well" she praises, eyeing Hoseok. I nod in approval with a smile
"We can live through you guys, maybe they'll focus on you and not us" I add, brushing down my skirt.
"But you three look cute! It almost makes me forget how deadly you are" Jimin adds with a smile, his all white suit made him look like an angel.
"I wish I was in a suit" Eli mumbles in envy, crossing his arms, making the thin costume material stretch. We have around 45 minutes to make it to the party, drive only taking 15 minutes. We make our way to the limo, a newer, sleeker model with a new driver. As I bend over to get in I grab the skirt and keep it down so my butt isn't on display. Sacha sat next to me followed by Hoseok, Jin, and Jungkook. Eli, Yoongi, Jimin, Tae, and Namjoon on the opposite side. I sit with my legs close together, Sacha's crossed like an elegant woman. Then there's Eli, who's sitting as if he were in jeans, luckily the skirt was long enough because it covered his junk. The limo glides to a stop, there's music playing from the giant mansion. Eli steps out first, pulling his skirt down. He helps me step out since my hand is occupied with my skirt. Sacha is next, extending a hand out that I take. Namjoon steps out next, adjusting his suit jacket. The others step out in order from oldest to youngest, looking elegant and deadly.
"Let's get this shit over with, there better be some drinks in there too. I ain't going in sober" he mutters, pulling his skirt down. I stifle a grin but will probably join him for a drink or two. Hoseok offers his arm to Sacha so they can enter together and she laces hers happily through his. Eli marches to Namjoon, shoving his arm through the olders who looks at him in confusion.
"I don't want to walk in alone" he mutters, making Namjoon laugh. I get ready to follow alone but see two arms stick out in my peripheral. I giggle and lace my right arm through Jungkook's arm and my left through Tae's.
"Well I feel special" I blush, tail wagging a bit. We move in unison to the door, not even having to knock as a butler opens it for us. He bows, sweeping his arm out to invite us in. I hated to admit but the house was very well decorated. The butler guides us to where the party is being held, a giant ballroom. Really? Who in the hell needs a ballroom in their house! Someone is at the room entrance with a platter of champagne glasses so I take one, freeing my arm from Tae's. I take a sip, staring into the sea of people. They stare back at me, making my ears tilt downwards in embarrassment.
My grip on Jungkook's arm gets a bit tighter, me motioning for Tae to move closer. Eli downs his champagne, staring back at everyone with his head high, ears up, and chest puffed. Sacha straightens up as well, Hoseok pulling her closer to him.
"It'll be over soon okay?" Tae whispers, squeezing my hand so I nod despite not believing him. The music stops, microphone feed echoing through the room.
"Good evening everyone, and welcome. I would like all of you to direct your attention to the new comers, you've never seen these three before. And they will be the highlight of the night" Jaebum's voice announces, a spot light shining on the three of us.
"What does he mean by highlight?" Sacha asks me in confusion and I shrug, knowing it's not going to be fun. I never knew he hated hybrids this much to do this to us. I notice that there's not a spotlight on Leo but he looks pissed in his outfit
I honestly feel bad for him, I know he's the enemy but he is a fellow dog hybrid. He was a German Shepherd, dark eyes focusing on us.
"And we can't forget about my wonderful ally, Leo, he'll be joining our newcomers" Jaebum adds, spotlight shining on Leo now. I stare up at the balcony and glare at Jaebum, wanting to flip him off but Tae keeps my arm in place, gently shaking his head at me. Jaebum snaps his fingers so people start parting to the sides, under the balcony is a stage. Oh hell fucking no! I will not perform like some circus act!
I let out a not so subtle growl at him, wanting to rip that grin off of his face.
"Let's give them some applause shall we? Make them feel welcome" He adds and everyone starts to clap. I remove my arms, Sacha and Eli standing next to me. Leo makes his way over and we walk in a square, jaws set and eyes dark with fury. 4 pissed off hybrids is not a good mix, people averting their eyes as we pass.
"Just got with it, the more you fight him the worse he makes it" Leo warns, leaning in so only our ears pick up on his whisper. I huff at him
"The only way I won't fight back is for me to be buried six feet under the ground" I whisper back with venom laced words. We're greeted by Mark and Jackson, I stand tall, staring them down, daring them to speak. I was primed to fight and I would not hold back, no magick, no werewolf, just pure anger. They look away, waiting for Jaebum to come down the balcony.
I stare him down, fire burning in my eyes, like literal flames because I'm channeling Kyra's powers right now. The lights flicker, power churning withing me. Sacha places a hand on my arm, signaling for me to calm down.
"I'm so glad you could make it Sacha and muts, I hope you enjoy yourselves tonight. And I also hope you've prepared something for us as you are our entertainment" he greets with a sick grin so I try and take a step forward but Eli holds me back by my skirt.
"Oh we've prepared many acts sir, you'll be in for a real treat" Eli states in an overly sweet voice. Uh oh, that means shenanigans are about to entail. Jaebum gives an uneasy smile, Eli can get under people's skin and it was hilarious. Sacha takes Jaebum's microphone forcefully, practically making fall forward on his face. She shoves past the trio and faces the audience, oh this is going to be gold.
"I'd like the bring my lovely friend up for this song, as we've jokingly done a preformance for it. The song is Hush Hush by the Pussycat Dolls." She states and I laugh. What the hell, might as well have some fun and wreck this shit. The dj turned on the music and I'm given a mic, Sacha starts the song, spotlight focused on her. She sings the intro beautifully, me slightly dancing in the background. I add on with her voice, singing in harmony. The spotlight turns to me as the beat gets faster, me taking the center and dancing along. We place our fingers on our lips at each hush, giving a wink. The song is passed back and forth between us. The last slow part comes on and I belt out the high long note, hand on my chest. We dance together, having fun and as the song ends we stand back to back, hands over our mouths.
Eli walks on the stage, his own mic in his hand.
"As lovely as a performance that was, I have an even better one from the Queen herself, Beyonce. The song? Single Ladies" he announces sassily, hand on his hip. The crowd was not having our shit but we were scorned hybrids, pleasing them was not on our minds. Eli took the role as Beyonce of course, Sacha and I acting as the back up dancers as we hyped him up. I'm glad it was the three of us, hopefully us taking the hit so Leo wouldn't have to embarrass himself would make Vixx see that they don't want Got7 as an ally.
The air goes still as we end the performance, but not from the audience. There's a loud rumble from the sky then the mansion doors burst open, strong gusts of wind wiping by people. A figure walks up the steps, hands in their pants pockets.
"Am I interrupting?" The figure speaks. Everyone is silent, not knowing who this dude was. Jax walks through the parted sea of people, stopping in the middle of the floor. He stares at us, a three v one staring competition.
"Hello there Y/N" he greets, eyes flashing red. His spell didn't work on the three of us but a growl rings through the room. I turn slowly to my left, stomach churning as my suspicion is confirmed. The growl came from Leo, his teeth bared at us.
His eyes are that unnatural, brain washed red color.
Only one thought goes through my mind
'I'm going to have to fight a hybrid in a maid costume who is also in a maid costume...shit'
Damn gut feelings
-Ro~ another easy chapter before more violence, yay! Ehehehe..I promise more jungkook scenes will come! Anyways, i hope you enjoy <3 also sorry if this isn't the best chapter either, I couldn't find much inspiration but I tried!
#bts#got7#vixx#bts gang au x reader#bts gang au#kpop gang au#got7 gang au#vixx gang au#vixx leo#got7 jb#bts gang au x hybrid reader#bts x hybrid reader#bts x reader#bts jungkook x reader#jungkook x reader#bts jungkook x hybrid reader
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why do gang aus always involve the reader being kidnapped
like im waiting for a fic where i’m the gang leader. fuck being kidnapped, i’m gonna be the one kidnapping some random handsome boy after dark for some ominous reason. let me train him to be a kickass gang member and if he gets kidnapped by the rival gang imma bust his ass out like i aint no weak ass bitch like at least lemme be a kickass gang member just why am i always being kidnapped
#gang au#got7 gang au#bts gang au#kpop gang au#got7 x reader#bts x reader#got7 x reader gang au#bts x reader gang au#gotbangtan
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In the AM :: Im Jaebum [ii]
The long awaited chapter 2! Also finale! Sorry for taking ten years to finish this. I got a new job so I’ve been working 24/7 and obviously me being me I got around to finishing this right when school starts. Well! I hope it meets everyone’s expectations, I’m actually extremely nervous writing this one because of the feedback I got for part 1. I hope you enjoy!
(God bless this photo again and whoever captured this beauty)
Word count: 20K
Warning: coarse language, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood
Part 1
Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.
I blink flicking my eyes between Namjoon to Jaebum.
Jaebum’s jaw protruded out, something he did when he was angry. But compared to my brother, Namjoon was livid I could feel the heat curling off his skin. I move from Jaebum and stood in front of the slightly taller male. I place my hands on his shoulders and shook him. Namjoon finally breaks his intense staring contest with Jaebum and looks down at me where he realized that I was perfectly okay.
“Calm down,” I order and his eyes cast lower until they met the love kissed skin on my neck and the attire I was wearing. But surprisingly he closes his eyes for a moment with a sigh. I let my grip loosen on him as he seemingly calmed down but he suddenly shoves me behind his large frame.
“I should’ve made sure you were fucking dead!” My brother growls lunging for Jaebum.
I scream watching Namjoon’s fist connecting with Jaebum’s jaw sending him into the ground.
“And buried you six feet under!” Namjoon yells wrapping his long fingers around Jaebum’s already bruised neck, “I fuck you up and you go fuck my baby sister?!” He spits out, his grip tightening at each word.
“It’s…not like…that!” Jaebum gasps biting his lip as he struggles to rip Namjoon’s strong grip that was crushing his windpipe. In a panic I threw myself onto my brother’s back and hugged him tightly begging for him to stop. I could feel the muscles on his back ripple through his coat as he made no attempt in stopping. So I did what I had to.
I pull the collar of his shirt down and chomped my teeth down on his neck. The pain snaps him out of his kill mode. Allowing Jaebum to shove Namjoon off of him sending me toppling over as well. They both take a moment to breathe heavily with a hand clasped over their neck. I hit my brother a few times on his back for good measure before panting and sitting down on my knees at the sudden adrenaline rush.
“Okay first, I can’t believe you bit me. And second,” my older brother pants, “I can’t believe you did it in those Ryan Bear pjs!” For some reason he sounded more upset over the second issue.
“Namjoon ah! And I can’t believe you tried to kill my boyfriend!” I retort causing him to cringe.
“He’s not who you think he is,” Namjoon sighs rolling his eyes while rubbing at the teeth marks imprinted on his neck.
“And you aren’t who I thought you were too…and you’re my big bro.”
I frown standing up to kneel beside Jaebum. I place a hand over his to remove it from his neck so I can take a good look at what my brother did to him. Not only did Namjoon stab him, he also strangled him, he has a lot of explaining to do. I suck my teeth visibly seeing discolouration on his neck in the shape of a handprint. Jaebum gazes at me as I run the pads of my fingers against the sensitive skin. I look up sternly back at my brother then to Jaebum.
“You both have a lot of explaining to do. And there won’t be any hitting in my apartment got that?”
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A fuming Namjoon makes his way to sit on the couch as I watch him like a hawk. Once he sat and made no suspicious actions to move I quickly turn around to lock the door to only see some of my neighbours to quickly slam their door shut as well. I sigh, great, I just hope no one calls the police. I take Jaebum by the hand and drag him into my bedroom so that we could both throw on some clothes. He insisted that he wanted some darker coloured clothes most likely so that he could keep up his bad boy reputation in front of Namjoon. But he promises me that he would wear any other funny graphic tees I had next time to humour me. I give him a black v neck t-shirt and a pair of shorts one of Namjoon friend’s left behind. I took a glob of mousse in my hand and smacked it onto Jaebum’s head. He runs his fingers through his hair pushing back his bangs, transforming him back to JB.
“Happy?” I ask with a small scoff and he nods with a shit eating grin. I roll my eyes with a grin as well before throwing on a hoodie and a pair of shorts. I place my hand on the doorknob of my bedroom. I was mid turn before I let the knob snap back in place. I turn around and wrap my arms around Jaebum’s waist. He gathers me up into his arms and places a soft kiss on the crown of my head.
I hold onto Jaebum’s hand tightly and pull him along into the living room where Namjoon sat impatiently in his loose black turtleneck sweater. I sit Jaebum at the furthest spot from Namjoon as possible and planted myself beside him, just in case my brother decides to ignore my no fighting condition and fly at Jaebum again. I take a deep breath and look straight into Namjoon’s dark gaze.
“I know that Jaebum is a gang leader,” I say pausing for a moment, “But…what’s your place in all this?”
My brother sighs pinching the bridge of his nose in silence, “I’m sorry (Y/N).” He was in deep thought, either debating to tell me the truth or to come up with a wild lie. His hand flattens and rubs his cheek to his forehead, “JB isn’t the only one who’s apart of a gang.”
Jaebum scoffs, looking out the window, “Mon, I think you are forgetting a small detail.”
I look from Jaebum’s bored expression to Namjoon who rolls his eyes, but elaborates nonetheless after being called out, “JB isn’t the only leader of a gang.”
My eyes grew to the sizes of saucers and I practically sat up from my spot, “What?”
Namjoon chuckles deeply, “Built BTS from the ground up since high school. It’s not as bad as it sounds…I mean you know all the members already.”
I scrunch up my eyebrows and my jaw drops in realization, “You mean…Yoongi, Hobi, Tae, Seokjin, Jiminie…and you got to be kidding me! Kookie too?”
My brother throws his head back in a wholehearted laugh, he runs his fingers through his slicked back blonde locks, “Yeah that’s them. Of course they all have their alternative names.”
“Agust D, J-Hope, V, Jin, Baby G, and JK respectively,” Jaebum adds, “And your brother, Mon, short for Monster.”
At that I burst out laughing, “Why because you are the god of destruction? You should’ve told me Namjoon! I would’ve came up with a cooler name for you.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes along with his head dramatically, “Okay but Jimin though, you seriously aren’t going to make fun of that? Baby G? And you know Agust D is just Downtown Suga backwards. Yoongi never let go of that high school nickname!” he rambles defensively making the situation even funnier.
I giggle wiping away the tears that started to form from laughing too hard, “Ahh and I thought JB was bad.”
At that Jaebum didn’t find the situation as funny anymore and he tried to defend himself along with my brother causing me to laugh even more. I stifle my laughter and I shook my head clearing my throat to resume back to serious business, “Okay please explain why you both were fighting in the first place.”
Namjoon nods his head towards Jaebum causing him to sigh before taking over the talking, “Remember I told you that GOT7 ran half of Gangnam?” I nod and he continues, “Well the other half is ran by BTS. We both want to expand so that’s why we fought.”
I look over to Namjoon who nodded along the story confirming that the situation was indeed accurate. I nod pulling my lip into a thin line, “Not that I’m supporting both of your life choices but…why don’t you guys expand out the other way? What makes Gangnam so special?”
I look between the two and I never expected both of them to smirk at each other without any signs of malice, my brother chuckles before answering to that, “Please don’t be scared of what I’m about to tell you.”
My eyebrows knit together, “Seriously what else can you tell me that would actually surprise me. You are a gang leader Namjoon, my own brother who I grew up with!”
He timidly grins, “We literally both already own everything in South Korea. Gangnam district is the only neutral area we had left to fight over.”
“Y-You both already own everything in South Korea?” I stutter out. I knew that GOT7 was notorious but I never knew they were on that large of a scale. And suddenly my brother and all his friends I grew up with are just as involved?
“I’m surprised you kept it a secret this long,” Jaebum comments.
“And I can’t believe you exposed my baby sister to all this. Especially after all the shit I went through to make sure she’s not involved with the underground,” Namjoon says evenly. Even though his voice sounded calm the clenching of his jaw told me otherwise on how he felt about the whole over deal.
“And I can’t believe you let her walk home at 2 AM every night so that she can pay for the bills to live in the most ghetto part of the city,” Jaebum adds with just as much malice in his indifference voice.
The conversation they were having is as if I wasn’t even in the room, let alone sitting right between them. I sigh for the millionth time that day as I let them rather civilly argue over what’s best for me.
“If you know anything about (Y/N) you know how stubborn she is,” Namjoon says defensively. He was probably going to be extremely upset after hearing that I gave in to Jaebum so quickly.
“I know,” Jaebum says cockily with a smirk, oh here it goes I thought, “Guess who pays the-”
“Okay that’s enough,” I nervously laugh cutting him off before Namjoon goes on a destruction spree again, “The important thing is, I’m fine Namjoon. Jaebum is taking good care of me.”
I smile up at Jaebum who continued to stare out the window, trying to be aloof, how cute. I turn to face Namjoon and he still look bothered about the situation.
“Thanks for taking care of her for me then, but from today on I will take care of her. I don’t want you two seeing each other anymore,” my brother states getting up from his spot on the couch.
I furrow my eyebrows and follow up, “What do you mean you won’t be seeing each other again?”
He chuckles rolling his shoulder, “Well since you know about the mafia thing there’s no point in you staying here. You will move into the headquarters tonight.”
Jaebum furiously gets up and grabs Namjoon by the front of his sweater. I quickly grab onto Jaebum’s tense arm but he doesn’t let go.
“If that’s the case then she can live with me,” Jaebum grits out between clenched teeth.
“Where? At your fucking dump you call headquarters?” Namjoon scoffs ripping off Jaebum’s hand from his shirt. He smooths out his black sweater and sighs, “(Y/N) go pack your things.”
“No.”
Namjoon raises a brow at my new defiance.
“I’m not going with you,” I explain causing Jaebum to scoff with a smug smirk. I look up to him and I shake my head, “I’m not going with you either.”
“What?” They simultaneously exclaim.
“I get to make my own decisions. And I’m going to continue to live here,” I explain with a small smile, “Also…who wouldn’t feel safe knowing that two of the biggest gangs are looking after me?”
“I mean, I guess. But I don’t feel safe knowing that this jerk can visit you whenever he pleases,” Namjoon says gesturing to Jaebum, “No offense.”
Jaebum simply shrugs.
“Namjoon…Jaebum is my boyfriend. Of course I will see him!” I laugh hugging onto Jaebum’s arm, affectionately rubbing my cheek against his bicep.
My brother rolls his eyes with an expression of complete disgust plastered on his face. He presses his temple with his thumb and middle finger in deep thought, “Okay. That settles it then. You are coming with me.”
I groan, “Namjoon oppa…”
“What? I came here to take you out for dinner because Yoongi told me that you missed me.”
“So…you aren’t forcing me to move?”
“I never said that either, go get changed I’m taking you out to eat Korean Barbeque.”
I nod slowly, “Can Jaebummie come too?” I grin.
“What? No! Of course he can’t!” Namjoon exclaims with an expression on his face that looked as if someone just disrespected our parents, “And never call him that in front of me, jeez.” I giggle hugging a rather quiet Jaebum tightly.
“Aww but he’s gonna be hungry…” I whine. I treated Jaebum as if he was my puppy, I was well aware of that and so were the two males in the room.
“I am quite hungry,” Jaebum pipes in with a small smile immediately erupting a loud groan from Namjoon.
“Well what a shame, I guess you can eat the breadcrumbs in the toaster,” Namjoon quickly fires back, “You better be gone by the time we come back.”
“I would love to, but you stabbed me three times, then hit me in the head, so I quite frankly rather not move for a while,” Jaebum nonchalantly explains.
Namjoon’s mouth gapped for a few seconds trying to think of something clever to say. I snort at his pettiness, “That’s true. Jaebum is free to stay here as long as he wants. Besides he paid for the rent,” I quip finally dropping my brother’s jaw all the way through the floorboards.
“Whatever, you are still not invited to eat with us,” he scoffs making his way to the door.
I sheepishly giggle at my brother’s antics, “Sorry about him…I’ll bring back takeout for you okay?”
Jaebum’s expression finally relaxes back to his softer one. He pulls his slightly pouted lips into a small smile, “Okay.”
“Go take a nap…I’m sure you can use one after earlier,” I giggle knowingly.
He lets out a breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, “I will. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too!” I grin tippy toeing to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“I’m taking her out for literally an hour or two, what will you miss? The spot she sat on the couch would probably still be warm by the time she gets back!” Namjoon complains from the hallway.
I laugh shaking my head, “Okay okay I’m coming oppa!” I yell back rolling my eyes giving Jaebum a small grin.
I quickly run into my bedroom to change into something more appropriate for the cold weather. I throw on a pair of pants and cozy socks. Jaebum picks up the coat I discarded on the floor yesterday and hums when he sees his blood smeared all over the white fabric. I frown at the coat and walked to the closet where I hanged up the leather jacket he gave me on the first night we met. I slip into the oversized, but nonetheless extremely warm, coat and basked myself in the musk scent that enveloped me. I hug the soft leather with a content grin and Jaebum smiles, “That suits you even more.”
I give him a small twirl and he chuckles, “Alright, you are adorable. Hurry and go before your brother comes back and kills me.”
“Not before a good bye hug!”
“Not before a good bye hug,” Jaebum affirms scooping me up in his arms.
Despite his injuries he manages to effortlessly lift me up in his arms and spun me in the air. I giggle hugging onto him even tighter, “Yah okay okay!”
He places me back on my feet, quickly dipping down to kiss my forehead before walking me out the door where Namjoon impatiently stood tapping his foot.
“Yah let’s go you big goof,” I say reaching out to smack him square on the back of his head.
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I slip into his black Lamborghini with golden accents and I couldn’t help the small defeated laugh that escapes, “I can’t believe it took me so long to find out that you are apart of a gang. It all makes sense now.”
“That’s partially my doing. I basically baby proofed everything for you,” he sighs one arm draped outside the window while the other was slack against the steering wheel, “Sorry I kept all this from you. I just wanted you to live a normal life.”
“Yeah I get that…but…I mean look at this car? How did I not notice? You came to visit me in a new car each time!” I exclaim in disbelief.
Namjoon gazes out the open window and laughs, “Well you are slow.”
“Aish you are so mean…” I whine looking out my tinted window, “Also aren’t you cold? Why do you have your window open in the winter?”
“The heat is on.” He simply states.
I roll my eyes, something I’ve picked up on after spending so much time with Jaebum, “What a waste.”
He rolls up the window and continues to drive, “Jaebum’s a waste.”
I take a deep breath and turned my entire body so that I can stare at him, “Seriously what’s your problem?”
Namjoon bites his lip with a deep breath of his own, “I’m not even bothered that much that he’s apart of a gang. Being apart of a gang doesn’t mean that the person is particularly bad, example me.”
I clear my throat.
“Okay, fine, example…” he racks his brain a little, “Jimin, example Jimin. But what bothers me the most about Jaebum is his temper. You probably haven’t seen it since you are still around him.”
I stay quiet not sure what to say in response. I felt his temper rising before and to be completely honest it was terrifying but I never thought that he would ever get angry with me though.
“I’ve seen him angry before (Y/N), he literally put a bullet through a client’s head because he paid in fifties instead of hundreds. (Y/N)…I don’t want you to get hurt. I know you are old enough to take care of yourself but at the end of the day you are still my baby sister,” Namjoon says finally beginning to sound like the big brother I knew and loved.
“He killed someone? Over…that?” I timidly inquire fiddling with my thumbs.
Namjoon stretches his hand over and held my hand tightly in his large warm ones. I play with his fingers while he continues his brotherly lecture.
“I won’t lie to you. Both our groups collectively killed a lot of people.”
I squeeze his hand tightly at that and he softly rubs circles with his thumb into my palm, “Oppa…”
“To make you feel any better about him, BTS’s kill list is a lot longer than GOT7’s,” Namjoon chuckles deeply.
“Ah…that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I nervously laugh, “But oppa…”
He hums in response.
“Just like how I know that you won’t hurt me, I know that Jaebum won’t hurt me either. I trust him Namjoon…please don’t take him away from me…”
My brother softly smiles, “I know you do, you never argue with me over a guy, usually once I disapprove of a guy you immediately tell them to hit the streets. I know you trust him, that’s what scares me.”
“Because I trust him?”
“Yes, you never trusted anyone in your life besides me or the guys. I’m scared of losing you,” he sighs bashfully, “And no not in the sappy ‘I’m going to lose quality time with you’ I’m literally scared that JB will kill you one day in cold blood cause you accidently touch his leather jacket or something.”
“I’m actually wearing his jacket right now,” I pipe.
“Yeah I know, it reeks of that loser,” Namjoon scoffs rolling his eyes.
“Thank you Namjoon. But I know he won’t hurt me, and he won’t hurt your group anymore either, okay? Can’t you guys just…I don’t know? Get along?”
Namjoon wheezes dramatically causing the car to sway, “Have you met his group? Jackson’s so fucking weird!” he whisper screams into the steering wheel.
“I met them…they’re really nice. Especially Jackson,” I laugh at my brother’s comedic reaction.
“And have you seen Yugyeom? He looks like a fucking mushroom!” Namjoon exclaims, genuinely concerned for the boy.
I laugh even harder to the point my stomach started to hurt from all the clenching, “Namjoon oppa! Did you forget that Kookie looks like a coconut head!”
“But he’s a cute coconut!” Namjoon says defending his youngest friend.
“He is cute,” I agree.
“Why don’t you date him instead?” He suggests quickly.
As fast as he made the suggestion my hand already met his head in a frenzy fury of slaps.
“Oppa!!!” I groan stretching out the word.
The rest of the ride was filled with light conversation, no more depressing talks about the mafia and how terrible Jaebum was. I gaze out the terribly dark tinted windows to be met with nothing but country land.
“Woah! Aren’t we getting Kbbq?”
“Yeah.”
“What are we butchering our own cow or something?” I sarcastically add.
And since sarcasm runs through our blood he quickly quipped back, “Yeah. And look here’s one right now!”
“Really?” I ask looking out the window to see nothing but grass, then I realized he was referring to me, “Aish you’re so mean!”
He throws his head back laughing, his perfect pearly white teeth on full display. Namjoon bops his head to the music playing on the radio as he finally gives me a proper reply, “I’m taking you to where I live. We are having Kbbq at my place.”
I raise a brow, “What don’t you live in Gangnam?”
He chuckles, “Like I said. I really protected you from my line of work. That place I called ‘home’ was actually just some place I bought so that I could bring you there.”
“That…wow. I see why you are so upset that Jaebum exposed me to all this now.”
Namjoon nods with a breathy laugh, “Exactly.”
“Jaebum drives me home every night after work. He even brings me food. And protects me from bad people,” I quietly list, “He’s not a bad person.”
“Regardless I’m not happy about the whole situation. But I can’t remove him from the picture. I mean I can, like physically but that would upset you. And I can’t have that.”
“You prioritize my happiness over potential safety?” I ask in awe, this was a first, especially with Namjoon.
He pulls his full lips into a small smile, “I believe those two things work hand in hand together, well, now I do. If you are safe and well with a roof over your head aren’t you happy, or content at least? And if you are unhappy doesn’t that just lead to mental illness that later just grows to be physical illnesses? So yes I want you to be safe but also happy.”
“Wow,” I whistle, “You are rather philosophical today aren’t you?”
He groans in irritation, “From everything I just said you seriously comment on that?”
I cackle evilly looking out the window as Namjoon pulls the car up a long paved road. I watch intently as the trees and shrubbery got thicker and thicker until suddenly there was a clearing where a huge gothic styled gate stood, tall and dark looming over the car. As the vehicle pulls closer the gates screech open automatically, I watch in awe as my brother chuckles and continues to driving until an enormous Neoclassical styled mansion pulls up into view. My mouth literally drops open, are we actually in Korea? I mean, we did drive for about an hour but it looks like we drove across the ocean and found ourselves somewhere in Europe. I turn to look at Namjoon as my hands gestures wildly at the architecture before us.
“She’s beautiful ain’t she?” he contently sighs and I wheeze a little.
Namjoon barely put the car on park as I already slipped out of the small confined space and pranced around the ridiculously large courtyard.
“Seriously! How could you keep this from me? It’s amazing!” I scream excitedly running up the door to find the enormous French door unlocked. I look back to Namjoon who trudged his way up the marble stairs.
“It’s never locked, no one dares step foot in there anyways,” he shrugs.
“There’s not some booby trap behind the door right?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes and swings the door open to reveal no explosion of any sort. I look up him and flash him a bashful grin for accusing him so quickly. He rolls his eyes and gestures for me to go in, which I did. I hastily toe off my shoes looking around in complete awe. Just like the exterior being of a classical build, it carried through to the interior as well. The walls were covered in a crisp ivory wallpaper with beautifully intricate floral patterns. The foyer had an open skylight that ran through all the floors of the structure as two marble staircases embraced the curve on opposite sides.
“You can go exploring for a bit before dinner starts, the boys are either in their rooms or in the game den. Just don’t go in the basement.”
“You know when someone tells you not to look, and you immediately end up looking?” I inquire looking up at my brother, “Yeah I’m having that moment right now.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes carding his long slender fingers through his bleached blonde hair, “Feel free to look but if you get nightmares tonight don’t cry to be about it,” he says casually making his way up the left staircase.
I follow him closely, “Are there dead bodies?”
He turns around and flashes me a smug grin, displaying his charming dimples, “No but maybe a finger or two.”
I outwardly gag and all exciting thoughts to explore their basement or rather dungeon, escaped my mind. Hearing familiar yelling I ran ahead of my brother and followed the voices down the hallway of bookshelves stacked of old novels and trinkets until the area suddenly opens to an extremely modern living room. The enormous flat screen displayed a rather intense game of Mario Kart, inclusive of relentless blue shelling. I peep around the lounging couch to see Jungkook and Taehyung sprawled out with controllers held tightly in their hands and a bowl of popcorn between them. I giggle at the scene but with both of them so concentrated on the screen they didn’t even notice my presence. I flop onto the couch beside Jungkook and imitated them and sprawled out like a starfish as well.
“(Y/N)!” Jungkook exclaims, quickly hitting pause.
“(Y/N)!” Taehyung echoes happily with a huge grin.
“I haven’t seen you two in so long,” I smile ruffling Jungkook’s fluffy black hair.
“Oh yeah…we’ve been really busy with – ugh work?” Taehyung stampers over his words earning a small chuckle from me.
“With mafia stuff?” I try causing him to bashfully scratch behind his ear.
“It’s weird not lying to you (Y/N),” he admits with a boxy grin.
Jungkook smacks Taehyung’s head instantly. He looks up at the ceiling taking a deep breath, as if he was asking god to give him the patience to not hit his hyung again. He grits through his cute bunny teeth, “Do you seriously have to phrase it like that? Jeez, hyung.”
I can’t believe the monkey duo was apart of the mafia. I mean Yoongi? Sure. Jin, maybe? Sunshine Hobi? Unlikely. My brother? Now that I think about it I could imagine him. But these two were something else. My brain literally could not wrap around the idea of these two being apart of the underground society.
“If you two don’t mind me asking…what do you two do exactly?” I ask out of sheer curiosity. Surprisingly they both beamed and looked extremely excited to share and tell.
Jungkook starts first, “I specialize in target elimination!”
My eyes bulged out of my skull, that literally translates to assassination. I politely smile patting the young boy’s head softly, “That’s nice.”
“And I’m really good at it!” he exclaims with a huge toothy grin.
Taehyung pulls his lips into a thin line and closes his eyes while nodding his head. He produces an ‘ok’ sign with his hands and nodded for dramatic effect.
I nervously laugh along with him, “I’m sure you are Kookie! U-Um what about you Tae?”
The said male immediately opens his eyes and leans forward excitedly from his spot to get closer, “I make top quality drugs. Even a tiny pinch of my cocaine can get a regular user so high they can touch the heavens! Or at least feels like they did” he explains with a wholehearted chuckle.
These two maniacs, I take back what I thought earlier about these two idiots being too dumb to be apart of the underground. The lack of brain use is what made these two extremely dangerous, especially when they come as a set. Usually people say two brains are better than one, in their case it was safe to say that bad decisions turn to even worse decisions with these two working together.
Example being,
Person A: Let’s rob that old lady!
Person B: While being naked!
That was basically my understanding of Jungkook and Taehyung.
Both their phones vibrate signalling a group chat notification. Taehyung checks it first, “Ah dinner is ready!”
-
Trekking back to the first floor my senses were hit with the delicious aroma of marinated meat sizzling on the grill. They lead me through a surprisingly empty dining room and continued to the back of the mansion. I wasn’t able to question where the food was before we rounded a corner to see practically a Korean barbeque restaurant occupying a good chunk of the mansion. Prepared dishes scatter around the long table with two large vents looming over the open grill. These boys literally had a Kbbq restaurant in their living quarters. What the actual fuck. I was too busy eying the interesting phenomenon and the abundance of food I failed to notice Hoseok screaming excitedly until I was scooped off the ground.
“My favourite girl!” the fiery orange head continues to scream.
“Hobi oppa!” I shriek wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
“Ahh I haven’t seen you in so long. I was so jealous when Yoongi told me that you two spent the entire evening together!” He dramatically weeps, dropping me back onto my two feet.
I smile shyly, “We can do something together next time!”
Hoseok gives me a quick peck on the top of my head, “Yes! And I can’t wait, seeing that you will be here more often, now that you know about our little secret,” he winks.
I wanted to ask what was his job in this operation but I would probably regret the answer so I kept that for another day. The ginger ushers me to the long table and seats me between my brother and Jimin as he takes his seat beside his boyfriend. I flop into my seat and immediately poke Jimin in the cheek.
“Hey squish,” I grin at his flushed cheeks.
“Yah!” he huffs only making him look even cuter with his puffed out cheeks.
“I missed you!” I say nudging his arm with mine before digging into the freshly barbequed food on my plate that Namjoon served me. I smile up at him before turning my attention back to the smallest member with beautifully grey coloured locks.
He smiles his eyes transforming into little crescents as his plump lips pull into a wide toothy grin, “I missed you too! You should just stay and live with us (Y/N).”
I smile shyly and waved my hand dismissing his suggestion, “I can’t do that!”
“Cause of JB?” Hobi yells from across the table.
I stifle a laugh as a blush spreads across my cheeks, “Okay no! And what the hell Namjoon did you tell everyone?!”
At that my brother shrugs indifferently, “We are planning on going to jump him after dinner so they kind of have to know.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I look over to him with wide eyes and only relaxed once a grin spreads across his features, “I’m just kidding…not today,” he mumbles under his breath before flashing me another dimply smile.
I frown throwing on some sliced vegetables onto the grill and watch it as it slowly got charred in silence. Jin offers me a small smile.
“Don’t worry (Y/N), we won’t do anything to make you unhappy,” the blonde says while placing a heap of food onto my plate with his tongs, “Eat.”
“Thanks Jin…” I mumble giving him a small smile back. I could always count on Jin to take my side whenever my brother goes the extra mile. And every one of the members always respects him and his views. Maybe because he was the eldest, but I truthfully think it’s because of how he carried himself. You just couldn’t help but be compelled to listen to him. And with that I had a very good idea of what his role was within the organization.
I ate as if this was at an all you can eat Kbbq joint, I was utterly stuffed. But with Namjoon and Jin continuing to replenish the pile on my plate I couldn’t help but to eat it, simple logic being that the food sat right in front of me. I accidently let out a loud burp while trying to tell Namjoon that I was full. He fans the air with a look of disgust.
“Nasty!” he complains.
“So was the fart you let out in the car yesterday,” Yoongi pipes in causing a round of laughter to erupt.
“Okay, in my defensive my stomach was hurting,” Namjoon defends quickly.
“You should eat more vegies,” I add using my tongs to pick up the vegetables I put down earlier onto the grill. I squish them onto his plate with a snort, “Get your bowels going, oppa.”
“Okay just cause you say ‘oppa’ it doesn’t cancel out the utter disrespect you have in your words or your tone,” Namjoon sighs with his fist holding a pair of chopsticks over his heart for dramatic effect.
I take a sip from my cup of iced water as Jungkook replies for me.
“When has she ever respected you though, hyung?”
“Shut up. You’ve been a little shit too, Kook. You are her equivalent of ‘oppa’ but with ‘hyung’,” my brother groans smacking his forehead into his open palm.
Despite his leader status he was more of the older brother figure to all of them, it was quite nice and refreshing. This was also a similar bond that Jaebum had with his boys, more than a business, instead it was a family.
-
After saying quick goodbyes with promises that I would stop by soon, Namjoon gave me a ride back into the city. The ride was quiet, even with the comfortable silence I could feel his brain turning gears at an alarming rate. And it only accelerated as he pulls up into my apartment’s driveway. His hand reaches to unbuckle his seatbelt and I nervously laugh quickly placing a hand over his.
“I’ll be fine, Namjoon,” I assure him once again.
“I’ll just walk you to your room,” he grins sheepishly, reluctant to let me go.
“I think I can make it up a slight of stairs myself, besides it’s late. I don’t want you yelling at Jaebum at –” I squint at the digital clock on his dashboard, “At 9:43 at night.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes, “Okay fine whatever.”
I lean over to engulf him into a hug before slipping out of his car with a smile and a small wave.
“I’ll see you soon!”
He mumbles something under his breath as I close the door, completely dismissing him and his angry monologue.
-
I run up the stairs while a hand rummaged through my purse for the key. Without a moment to waste I threw the door open to see the apartment brightly lit. I kick the door closed and toe off my shoes, “Jaebummie?” I call out but there was no immediate response.
I see the television stuck on Netflix’s continue watching screensaver. I smile shaking my head peering over the couch and there was Jaebum sprawled across the velvety cushions softly snoring. I smile to myself and lean down to gently brush his locks away to place a quick kiss on his forehead. His long lashes flutter as a soft whine escapes his slightly agape mouth, “Nn you’re finally home,” he mumbles finally cracking open his eyes.
He squints with a deep frown at the blinding light. I chuckle caressing his cheek, “Wake up, I packed you some leftovers.”
“I already ate, but thanks,” he mumbles rubbing his eyes, “How was it?”
I sighed remembering how beautiful the mansion was and how all my friends were doing so well despite finally knowing what they all did for a living. I shrug with a grin, “It was really nice!”
Jaebum’s lips softly pulls upwards, “That’s good. Their base is really nice, right?”
I nod vigorously, “Ahh so nice!” I grin nudging him in his shoulder, “I can’t wait to see yours.”
“We can go after you finish your exams,” he suggests, “But for now let’s head to bed.”
-
After a quick rinse I excitedly jump into bed to snuggle with Jaebum. Right as my body made contact with the mattress his arms reach out to pull me tightly against his broad chest. I smile giddishly nuzzling into the crook of his neck. I inhale his sweet natural musk scent, immediately relaxing my body. His fingers rake along my spine, sending shivers through my frame whenever his fingers lingered a little too long on my tailbone or the back of my neck. I teasingly nip at the supple skin on his jugular and he chuckles, “You really want to start this now Princess? You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you keep that up.”
I giggle shaking my head, pulling his body impossibly closer to mine, “No Jaebummie.”
He combs my hair back and kisses my forehead, “Good night (Y/N).”
“Good night,” I mumble, already drifting off.
11:47 AM
A loud thumping awoke me with a jolt. I jump up into a sitting position with a groan as I rub my eyes of sleep. Blinking away the black dots in my vision I take a quick glance at the digital clock on my bedside table, 11:48 AM it glared. At least it’s noon but…what who the fuck in the world knocks like that? Is there a fire in the building that I don’t know of? The urgent knocking continued relentlessly so it physically couldn’t be ignored, with a defeated groan I throw off Jaebum’s heavy arm slung across my waist onto the mattress. I jump out of bed quickly to answer the aggressive knocker on the other side before Jaebum awakens by the overly excited visitor. I stretch my back as I made my way to the front. With a satisfying pop I throw the door open, “What?”
There he stood tall and confident in his black leather jacket, turtleneck sweater, and dark washed jeans. He grins with his prominent dimples decorating his cheeks, “Hello, I’m your new neighbour!”
My eyes widen to the size of saucers, “No you’re not!” I quickly stutter back.
Namjoon shrugs, running his slender fingers through his bleached blonde locks, “Then what are these keys for?” he smugly hums, jingling the loop of keys between his thumb and index.
“H-How – what the family beside me just suddenly moved?”
“Yes they did! They were quite eager to swap their apartment for the condo unit I had in Gangnam.”
“And they didn’t even question it? Your condo is worth…literally millions of won more!” I reason with slit eyes as I accusing glare at Namjoon of the persuasive antics he used.
He rolls his eyes along with his head, “I didn’t kill them if you think that’s what happened. Anyways, what are we doing today? I’m starving let’s get lunch!”
I scoff, “You go get lunch, while I help you pack your shit up so you can get back to the mansion by evening.”
“Ahhh…” Namjoon whines, “You are so harsh. Anyways I’m coming in.” He announces brushing me over to one side. I shake my head with a tut, shoving him back out the door harshly.
“Jaebum is sleeping,” I explain, “And I don’t need you to kill him in his sleep.”
“I never said – ” Namjoon pauses with a chuckle, “Okay I won’t do anything. Will you welcome me into your humble abode?” he asks in the most polite tone he could muster up.
I ponder in deep concentration with my index and thumb rubbing my chin, “How about no,” I conclude with a grin.
“You’re so mean, whatever. Regardless I’m your new neighbour. I can hear everything you do, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
I raise a brow at that, “Namjoon oppa, you are with the mafia. What wouldn’t you do?”
He chuckles, the sound practically nearing a giggle, “I really don’t know how JB tolerates you. He hates it when people sass him. One day he’s going to get so fed up he’s going to plant a bullet in your small brain,” he whispers in an eerie voice with ominous finger wiggles.
I roll my eyes, an occurring habit among the both of us, “Jaebum won’t hurt me. Jeez Namjoon. Now go away!”
Namjoon pretends to wipe away an imaginary tear with a nod and a deep frown. He waves dramatically as he back tracks away and slips into the unit right beside mine. Great, he wasn’t even adjacent from my room. Especially with the old design of the building the only thing separating our rooms is a paper thin wall consisting of some two by fours sandwiched between dry wall. He wasn’t kidding when he said he will be able to hear everything resonating from my unit. I can hear my neighbours doing the dirty right after they read a bedtime story to their two daughters. Not only was the haunting skin slapping sounds loud but their murmurs of dirty talk was also quite coherent. Which ultimately means I have better luck just texting Jaebum who’s in arms reach instead of opening my mouth with my nosey brother staying next door, who I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already holding a cup to the wall in anticipation.
I groan, two days in a row I was awaken by my older brother who just loves to make my life difficult. Wonderful, I thought as I finally snap out of my daze to slam shut the front door. My eyes linger over the wall that divided my bedroom from my new neighbour’s unit, at least Namjoon haven’t gotten to drilling peep holes through the wall. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if he cuts a hole himself to install a door for easier snooping. Similar to the rooms they rent out for larger families in hotels. Parents and the kids get their own bedrooms with false privacy, where the parents can easily keep tabs on their kids from the connecting door.
The mattress dips in where I sat causing Jaebum’s heavy eyes to slowly flutter open. With a low groan he throws an arm over his eyes. I chuckle brushing his arm away to reveal his sleep swollen face.
His husky morning voice takes me by surprise, “Let me sleep some more…” his voice practically turning into a whine near the end. The mix of deep raspy morning voice and his whiney tone easily got my lower belly to feel warm. I teasingly draw circles into the fabric of his shirt where his nipples were, causing the little sensitive buds to perk upwards, he lets out a cute whine as he attempts to roll over and away from my curious hands.
“You just woke up…and you’re so horny already,” he loudly groans accusingly with a playful pout. Flustered, I gasp clamping my hands over his mouth.
I hush him, but I didn’t give him much room to comply seeing that my hand was already shutting him up quite effectively. I let out a deep sigh, slowly reclining my body to lay flush on top of his. My lips brush against the shell of his ear, “I have a new neighbour.”
“So what if they hear?” Jaebum asks between the kisses he trails along my neck.
“The new neighbour just so happens to be my brother,” I sigh turning into putty in his arms.
Jaebum hums thoughtfully with a slight nod, he wasn’t even surprised that this panned out. I guess the two of them knew each other a lot more than what they both led on, seeing that they were likely in business with one another for sometime now. Regardless, Jaebum had no shame. He continues to relentlessly latch his warm mouth onto the supple skin of my neck. A breathy gasp leaves my parted lips.
His palm smooth out the fabric of my shirt along my spine until his hand rests against my bottom. He gently cups and massages my bum in his large palm. A needy whine escapes from my lips as his fingers dip into the clothed crevice where his slender fingers gingerly brush against my warmth. I clench my thighs around his hand causing him to chuckle, “You need to be quiet, unless you want your brother to hear.”
I nod biting my lip. I clasp my hands on his broad shoulders as I snuggled my face against the crook of his neck. Any stray sounds being muffled successfully against his warm soft skin. His index finger hooks the fabric of my shorts and panties, pulling them down my thighs in a swift tug. The cool air against my damp core only lasted for a second before his middle and ring finger slip back between my slicked up folds. My hips grind eagerly against his palm, “Jaebum…more,” I practically beg in a whisper.
He shakes his head before combing his fingers through his soft onyx locks, unknotting his bed hair mixed with yesterday’s styling gel. Jaebum smirks clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “You are a bad girl today aren’t you?”
I barely had time to express my embarrassment before a loud broken cry rips itself from my throat when a sharp pain blossoms from my bottom. His large palm connects with my bare skin again and again, filling the room with soft whimpers and loud slaps of skin against skin. My hand reaches down to his in a pathetic attempt to get him to stop, even though it was making me feel hotter with each time his palm connects against my cheek.
I cry out softly, “Oppa!”
With the magic word he immediately stopped spanking me relentlessly. Instead, his hand quickly starts to massage affectionately into my sheering hot sensitive skin. He flashes me an innocent grin and places a chaste kiss on my forehead, “Since when do you call me oppa?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks, “I-It just slipped out,” I lamely explain.
He chuckles with a shy smile, “I like it.”
The soft pads of his fingertips trace along my temple down to my neck. He leans up while bringing a hand behind my head to guide my lips to his. Gently massaging his soft plump lips against mine he pulls away to brush them against the shell of my ear, “Be good for me,” he coos nipping at my ear, “Get on your stomach.”
I do as I was told and rolled off of him and onto my front. Jaebum’s hand brushes my shirt up my back before his hands travel south where they held my hips firmly. He slowly leans down until his front was flush against my back, careful to not crush me under his weight. I could feel his hard bulge pressed against my inner thigh as he teasingly grinds with feather light pressure. I whine gathering up the sheets in my sweaty palms. His fingers combs through my hair as he softly kisses behind my ear, “Are you sure about this?”
I nod giving my consent, “J-Just be gentle…my brother might hear.” At that Jaebum scoffs, almost taking that as a challenge to be the loudest in bed ever. Even though he dismisses my concern, I trusted him to not fake loud lewd moans for fun.
Jaebum kisses the soft spot below my jaw a few times, distracting me from the dull pain blossoming from my core where he’s wedging himself in. I groan as he softly grunts pushing his hard length into my tight cavern. Jaebum lets out a guttural sigh pushing the remainder of his impressive length in, watching as he disappears into my body. I crane my neck in an odd angle to gaze up at him, anticipating his thrusts. He chuckles reaching forward to grab the fluffy pillow to stuff under my flushed cheek, elevating my head for comfort. I snake my arms around the cool cushion, pressing my face into the fabric to muffle any stray lewd sounds.
With his toned front pressed flush against my bareback he starts slowly massaging his pelvis into the small of my back. I sigh unwinding an arm around the pillow to make weak grabby hands beside my ear. Jaebum chuckles knowingly, he threads his fingers through mine holding my hand tightly in his as he begins to thrust. I close my eyes allowing myself to focus on his fluid movements. How his girth makes me feel so full and how he slips so out where his tip was barely touching my opening before slamming right back in. I whine, eyes rolling back as he picks up speed.
Loud slapping sounds fill the air as our hot fluids mix together with each thrust. He drives my spasming frame into the mattress sending hot cum to bubble over my thighs and onto the sheets. Incoherent profanities escape my lips in a frenzy as the bedframe knocks against the wall relentlessly. I clutch onto Jaebum’s hand as he impossibly accelerates. He presses his face into the crook of my sweaty neck as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. His member twitches within me as I clench down on him. A soft breathy whine leaves his lips, “(Y/N)…”
“Jaebum oppa…” I cry, encouraging him on. He suddenly loops his strong arms under my body, pulling me up against his chest as he anchors himself on his knees and feet. He drives himself into my leaking core, building up white hot friction as his bulging biceps lock me in place. All thoughts of trying to stay quiet fly past my hazy mind as one of his hand’s travel south to my clit. Jaebum’s fingers rub relentlessly at the overly sensitive nub driving me into over stimulation. My legs squeeze shut trying to wither away from his overwhelming touch. Jaebum dips his head and cranes his neck in an odd angle to latch his plump lips onto my nipple. He pulls the teat into his hot mouth and twirls his tongue around the hardening bud. I squirm in his tight grip feeling the coil in my belly about to be undone. My eyes roll back, his mouth suckling on my sensitive nipples and fingers rubbing fiercely into my clit and labia becoming too much to bare. A scream rips from my throat as I came hard, “Jaebum!”
Hot fluid drench Jaebum’s slender fingers, dribbling down my legs to soak into the bedspread. I sob into the back of his damp hair as he continues his assault, the overstimulation resulting my body to convulse in his arms. Jaebum’s lips releases my nipple with a loud wet pop and he chuckles pulling away to only slip his slicked fingers into his mouth. I watch him in awe as he sucks his fingers clean of my juices. He smirks pulling his fingers out of his hot mouth with a satisfying pop.
Knock knock
Jaebum chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “I guess your brother heard.”
I could physically see the wall vibrating where Namjoon’s fist is connecting with the surface. How convenient that my bedroom is adjacent to either his living area or bedroom. Where he was probably trying to enjoy some television with coffee but instead heard his little sister getting fucked into the mattress with the headboard attempting to make it through to the other side of the wall.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, as I can hear Namjoon’s shout through the extremely thin wall of the apartment. If I could hear him that clearly, that means he definitely heard me, and the bed, but hopefully not the slapping skin. Jaebum pulls out releasing the trapped fluids to dribble down my already sticky thighs. He flashes me a grin before rolling over onto his side and snuggling back into the bed, as if he didn’t purposely put me in such a position.
I clear my throat and shout back at the wall, “Oh we…were just watching some tv!” I explain coolly while my fingers were latched onto Jaebum’s bicep giving him the pinch of his life. He outwardly moans, whether it was from pain or to be simply a pain in the ass knowing fully well that Namjoon could hear. Namjoon screams on the top of his lungs, poor neighbours.
“Are you guys watching fucking porn together?”
“What? No!” I yell back just as loud, extremely offended that he thought that I was that freaky. Watching porn with my boyfriend, who does Namjoon think I am?
“I’m going to fucking kill you JB!” He screams for the umpteenth time since yesterday.
Jaebum smirks with a fond shrug even though the wall separated the two painfully immature men, “I guess you can try, again.”
Namjoon growls like a wild beast on the other side of the wall and starts to pound the dry wall with his fist, rivalling the bedframe and the wall on our side. I sigh rolling my eyes, if the two were going to be like this the entire time I really don’t think my patience can handle the two. Especially with finals creeping quickly around the corner, I can’t afford to get distracted now.
Leaving the two boys to yell at each other through the wall. I get up to freshen up with a well needed shower. I comb my fingers through my slightly damp hair walking into the kitchen. Surprisingly there stood Jaebum looming over the stove. Wrapping my arms around his waist I stand on my tippy toes to peep my head over his shoulder to see him cooking up some fried eggs and bacon. Snuggling my face against his shoulder blades my hold on him tightens.
“What’s on your mind?” He suddenly interrupts the soft sizzling of the bacon in the pan of oil.
I hum against the fabric of his long sleeved shirt, that most likely belonged to Namjoon. I snuggle closer and take a deep intake of my brother’s lingering cologne on the fabric. The thought of him brings back the thoughts from our previous conversation, his concern regarding Jaebum.
“You would never hurt me…right?” The fabric of his black shirt muffles my already quiet voice.
I didn’t have to see his face to know that he was taken aback by my concern. The sizzling of our breakfast intensifies as he presses his spatula with added force. He removes the pan from the hot stove element before turning around to face me. His calloused palm presses against my cheek, shifting my face up towards his. Jaebum tilts his head with knotted eyebrows, “Of course I would never hurt you,” he smiles reassuringly, “Did I do something to make you think that I would? Was I too rough earlier?”
I shake my shake waving my arms frantically, “No no! I-It wasn’t that…I was just wondering.”
He raises his brow once again, “What got you thinking about that? Is it Mon?”
I shrug, “I don’t know,” I whine with a frustrated sigh, “I guess he brought it up and it got me thinking…”
Jaebum scoffs with a light chuckle, “Please don’t use that big brain of yours to jump to conclusions ever again, you almost gave me a heart attack thinking that I did something to upset you.”
He cups my face between both of his large warm hands, “I would never, ever, hurt you. Got that? Maybe in bed,” he chuckles with a toothy grin, “But besides that, never physically nor emotionally…okay? I really meant what I said the other day…I love you.”
At his sweet words I find myself biting my lip restraining from the cheesy grin that was dying to permanently reside on my face.
“Now be good and eat your breakfast quickly, then start studying for your exams.”
I nod at that with a shy smile, “Okay Jaebummie oppa.”
-
That afternoon I found myself easily focussed and actually studying. Unlike other times where I found myself scrolling infinitely in the depths of Tumblr or on Youtube binge watching practically everything that I didn’t watch when I actually had time to. Maybe it was because I had nothing else on my mind to worry about, or maybe it was my content stomach, or even the sleeping Jaebum curled closely beside me with his head resting in my lap.
It was about early evening when Jaebum finally awoke with a yawn. He rubs his eyes as I try my best to ignore him. I was on my last few paragraphs, I needed to finish my notes before I get too distracted to ever finish them before my exam. He notices my concentration so he kept quiet and still until I let out a big sigh. Jaebum smiles sitting up quickly to take a good look at my notes, “Did you finish studying?”
I nod with a content smile, “Yup, for my Monday exam at least!”
“That’s my girl,” he coos ruffling my hair, “Since you’ve been such a good girl. I’ll take you wherever you want for dinner tonight.”
My face lights up and I clap my hands together, “Sushi?”
Jaebum chuckles whipping out his phone. His eyes drifts from the illuminated screen up to me, “There’s a very nice sushi joint not too far from here,” he eyes me a little longer, “And judging by how comfortable you are, delivery sounds good?”
“That sounds perfect Jaebum!” I beam leaning down to give him a chaste kiss on his forehead. The corners of his lips twitches up as he gives me a soft smile, his placid expressions becoming something foreign to me as I get to spend more time with him. I sit on his proposal for a second before realization hit me, “Wait…when do sushi places offer delivery?”
A cocky smirk plasters across his features as he shrugs indifferently. Before I could even work out the words in my head to form a question to his helpful explanation, his phone vibrates signalling an incoming text. He hums, his chest rumbling against the palm of my hand that subconsciously travelled away from my overworked pen.
“Dinner is on its way in about 40 minutes,” he announces, “But until then, go over your notes one more time.”
-
Just as promised, nearing about 40 minutes there was a knock against the door. Jaebum rolls off the couch and strides towards the eagerly awaited dinner waiting on the other side. He flings open the door and was greeted with a young male balancing an enormous platter on his shoulder, “Delivery?” he timidly squeaks, apparently I was right. They do not offer delivery like the pizza joint beside my apartment, rather this was a special request from a rather special citizen. I sort of felt bad for making the poor teenager come all this way to delivery the food I was too lazy to dine out for, just a little though, it’s not everyday you can get grade A sushi delivered right to your front steps. No extra charge on my behalf too. Jaebum hands the teen a wad of bills and without missing a beat, kicks the door closed with the heel of his foot. With dinner within close proximity it gave me enough motivation to move. I scramble to my feet and shadow Jaebum to the small round neglected glass table I have in the corner of my apartment. I swoop the armful of discarded laundry that sat there for god knows how long, and toss it onto the couch.
Jaebum places down the enormous platter of sushi that practically almost covers the span of the entire table. The platter was generous for a party, let alone for just two people. Regardless, the selection of sashimi, to maki rolls, sushi, and hand rolls were enough to convince me that I could indeed eat everything purely out of gluttony and curiosity of what everything tastes like. I flop down in my seat rubbing my hands together as I scan my eyes over the colourful arrangement. The corners of Jaebum’s lips pulls upwards as he passes me a pair of disposable wooden chopsticks. With a quick swipe of my tongue across my upper lip, my chopsticks finally picks up the first piece I was dying to try. To say that I was surprised when there was another knock at door was a lie.
The rapid knocking at the entrance was enough to get me flying towards the door, just so that I can stop that annoying frapping sound as soon as possible. I practically had to bite the tip of my tongue to refrain myself from screaming WHAT to whoever’s unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end. I throw open the door.
“So we are having sushi for dinner?” Namjoon inquires, although it sounded more of a statement, as he lets himself through the door, “I kinda wanted Thai but that’s alright.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth in agitation. However, I couldn’t be completely annoyed considering that I haven’t seen him around lately and I really missed him. Although I would’ve enjoyed his company more if it was just the two of us, and not third wheeling on Jaebum and I. Not that third wheeling bothers me, more that I’m constantly paranoid that Namjoon will jump Jaebum if I dare so even blink with both eyes.
“Namjoon oppa…” I groan, dragging my feet to trail behind him. He marches with the upmost purpose making his way to where Jaebum sat awaiting. Namjoon flops uncomfortably close to Jaebum as I take my seat that was awkwardly far away from the two. Forget Namjoon ruining my date, I feel like I’m third wheeling.
Jaebum suddenly drops back into his JB attitude. He glances at Namjoon and gives him a curt nod, “Nice that you could join us for dinner,” he says even though his tone says otherwise.
“I overheard you two talking about sushi,” Namjoon explains popping a maki roll into his mouth, “The walls are thin...very thin.” He adds eyeing the both of us knowingly.
I awkwardly swallow the suddenly dry clump of sushi in my throat. Clearing my throat so that I don’t just choke and die in my spot, although it sounded like a good option. I cough and gesture towards the bottle of soy sauce, “Oppa can you pass me that.”
And to my horror the worst thing that could’ve happened did. They both reached towards the bottle. Namjoon’s fingers tips connected with Jaebum’s and all hell broke loose. Namjoon slaps Jaebum’s hand away with such force causing the bottle of sauce to go skittering across the table. The next thing I knew my brother’s fingers were around Jaebum’s neck. And it was yesterday all over again. They were yelling at each other’s faces as I watch intently reaching over for the bottle of soy sauce. I pour a generous amount onto my plate. With my eyes never leaving Namjoon’s flailing arms and Jaebum’s jutted chin, I shovel maki rolls into my mouth.
Jaebum mumbles out a “sorry” and punches my brother straight in the face. I cringe hearing his fist connect with Namjoon’s cheek. I had a feeling that the apology was directed more towards me than to Namjoon, seeing that he held no strength back when decking him in the face. With Namjoon’s hands back to himself, on his face must I add, Jaebum leans back into his chair and crosses his arms over his chest as if nothing out of the ordinary just occurred.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he sighs glancing towards Namjoon, “But it’s not true.”
My brother pushes back his blonde locks, seemingly to have calmed down significantly. Maybe Jaebum punched the anger right out of him. He sighs mirroring Jaebum’s seated form. “You aren’t just fucking my baby sister out of spite towards me?” He presses with a raised brow.
Jaebum lets out a breathy laugh. He glances over to me, pulling his lip between his teeth refraining himself to smile in front of his life long rival. He shakes his head ridding the immature thought before looking straight back up to me with a large grin plastering across his face, “Of course not. I love her.”
I smile happily with stuffed cheeks, “I lub youh too,” I manage out reaching over to hold Jaebum’s hand. Namjoon eyes me then to Jaebum who continues to genuinely smile. My brother blinks rapidly at the scene and dramatically shivers, “You are actually capable of fucking smiling? Are you fucking possessed?”
At that, Jaebum’s lips quickly drop and pulls back into his usual frown. I roll my eyes looking towards Namjoon, “Dude, Jaebum has been nothing but nice to you…can you like, try to be civil for once?”
Namjoon squints at me with slit eyes, maintaining at least five seconds of eye contact before leaning into Jaebum’s ear. I couldn’t really hear what he was whispering to Jaebum but knowing him and the aggressive contortion of his face with each word, I decoded his message that was something along the lines of, “I will make sure you are fucking dead next time and buried six feet under.
At least they were back at each other’s throat and not into my sex life.
-
Dinner does not fly by. Rather it kind of dragged along, similar to if your foot was asleep and you are heading up an incline of a hill with a sac of potatoes hulled over your shoulder. In other words, it was long and rough.
I hug Namjoon good night as he reluctantly leaves for his room next door. Taking the opportunity to lean into my ear to tell me that, “Jaebum looks healed enough to go home.” At that I roll my eyes, physically refraining myself from bringing up that if he didn’t go stabbing Jaebum we wouldn’t even be in this mess to begin with. However, being the sharp man he was my silence easily conveyed my initial message to him sound and clear. He raises his hands up in surrender as he backs out into the hall and into his apartment.
I shake my head with a breathy laugh, turning around to be only met with a hard chest. I look up curiously at Jaebum’s close proximity as he softly smiles down at me. He lifts his hand to pat my head gently, “Who would’ve known that cute little you has both of South Korea’s most feared mafia leaders wrapped around her little finger.”
I cock an eyebrow at that. Jaebum chuckles locking the door behind me before explaining himself, “I have known Mon for a very long time. I never knew he had this side to him. He seems almost normal.”
It was hard to believe that Namjoon wasn’t dotting and overly protective with everyone. I’ve always known him as the dotting older brother that any one would’ve wished for. Picks you up after school, takes you out for food, lets you borrow cash, beats up your bullies, scares away any potential suitors, he was just the perfect brother. Now I suddenly made the discovery that he is the person who he always warns me about as a child.
“What about you?” I finally ask Jaebum. He softly smiles guiding me back into my bedroom.
He chews on his lip in deep thought, “With you…for the first time in my life I want to protect – instead of destroy.” Jaebum’s usually pale complexion deepens into a crimson out of embarrassment. However, I couldn’t help the blush creeping across my cheeks either.
-
The rest of the week went about the same routine. Wake up to Jaebum to only reluctantly crawl out of bed and into my desk to study until evening. Occasionally in some afternoons I go to school to write an exam. However, the evenings are always consistent, Jaebum would either cook for me or get take out. And of course the day doesn’t end until Namjoon crashes in for dinner, and even occasionally at ungodly hours if Jaebum and I decided to relieve some stress.
However, today was different.
I take a deep intake of breath as I push open the doors of my school, finally finished with my last exam. With a grin plastered across my face I open my arms stepping out of the building. I bask in the sun taking a moment to feel the warmth in the cold winter afternoon. I cackle stomping in the crisp white snow making my way to the bus stop, finally going home and I won’t be coming back until next month.
The wait for the bus was thankfully relatively short. Even though I was ecstatic, a half an hour wait in a cold sludgy bus stop did not sound at all appealing. I hop on into the sardine packed tin can of a bus with the other students. I latch onto the grimy handle bar just in time as the bus driver floors the gas pedal. Just an hour commute and I will be back home before it even hits 3 PM.
I quickly thank the over worked bus driver and jumped out of the bus and onto the bustling streets of Gangnam. Sadly there are no buses that run in the ghettos where I call home. So here commences the 20 minute walk back to the apartment. I pass by the pub where I haven’t worked at in about a week, and I was definitely not looking forward to my shift tomorrow. I always dread going to work but there’s something about not going to work for a few days and suddenly going back is ten times harder than just continuously working everyday. This may be called laziness.
Regardless I zoomed by the pub, making sure no one sees me. Knowing fully well that my boss would beg me to start working tonight, which makes sense seeing that he has been covering all my night shifts while I was on leave. Since today marks the last evening of freedom, well until next week, I think celebrating all night long with Jaebum is obligatory.
I roll on the balls of my feet waiting for the lights to change so that I can finally cross the street to my building. There weren’t any cars or signs of life around but I couldn’t risk getting mysteriously run over seeing that I was finally free from school. The light changes to green and I take a step out into the street. However I pause mid step as a red dot flickers onto the middle of my chest. I swallow thickly observing the glowing red dot that stilled over my heart. A cold sweat embraces my frigid frame and everything went silent. I quickly pivot my body watching the dot travel and hover over my shoulder. Suddenly searing hot pain starts to blossom where the dot continued to mark. I clench a hand over the wound, watching the hot sticky crimson blood trickle between my fingers and seeping into the sleeve of my white coat. I felt numb.
My arm started to grow slack against my side as panic coursed through my veins. I watch my hand turn completely red only to quickly snap out of my trance as the laser marking flickers from my hand to back over my heart. I quickly dive behind the dumpster for cover, slamming my body into the brown snow sludge just as the bullet connects with the rusted metal. I sit up to press my back against the cold metal, slowly gathering up the courage to peer behind my hiding spot. From a rooftop I make sight of a smiling mask, similar to those worn in horror movies, which made me feel even more uneasy about the situation. I could also make out a tuff of vibrant red hair tucked beneath a cap before they duck behind the ledge and out of sight.
“I’m okay,” I chant to myself over and over again.
Clenching my shoulder tightly I stick my head out from behind the dumpster to see that the roof remained to be vacant. I push myself off my knees resuming a squatting position, taking one final glance at the empty street and roof I make a mad dash across the road. As my hand wraps around the handle of the building a hot searing pain blossoms from the back of my calf. Pushing the idea to examine the pain I couldn’t waste any more time to get back home. Throwing the heavy door open I stumble into the building and turn around to watch another figure wearing a mask perched on top of a dumpster with a gun in hand. This definitely reminds me of the Purge.
The figure jumps off the dumpster effortlessly and starts his way across the street. I stumble back a few more steps before turning around to run into the stairwell. I bite my lip supressing the agonizing cries as I drag my pulsing leg up the flight of stairs. I was almost to my floor when I hear the echo of the door to the stairwell slam open. At the pounding of feet up the concrete steps my heart hammers against my chest, sending gallons of blood to pump through my heart and out my bullet wounds. I open the door as softly as possible giving myself the benefit of the doubt that my pursuer doesn’t know which floor I lived on. However, I guess the blood trail gave me away as I hear the door fly open after me. My vision was growing hazy and the floor started to fall beneath my feet as I stumble gasping.
“Help!” I scream, my voice bouncing along the long hallway, “Jae-”
A cry of pain rips out from my dry throat as my body slams into the carpeted floor. The larger framed man pinning me into the ground. I barely struggled against the man’s hold before he was ripped off my body. I turn my head and squint upwards to watch Jaebum shove the man into Namjoon’s awaiting arms. Namjoon gets the man into a headlock and growls out between clenched teeth but I couldn’t make out anything as I could only hear deafening white noise. Jaebum scoops me into his arms and rushes back into my unit. He places me on my bed and wastes no time to open the first aid kit. He stays silent and his expression was unreadable.
He strips my clothes off and accesses both of the wounds, deciding to treat my shoulder wound first after making sure that the bullet in my leg was not lodged into my artery. Jaebum mumbles out an apology before he slices small incisions into my skin. I whimper feeling his knife dig into my flesh trying to locate the bullet. He expertly pops the bullet out and presses gauze onto the wound. Jaebum positions my palm over my shoulder to apply pressure. Before he tends to my leg, he presses a quick kiss on my sweat slicked forehead, “Stay with me.”
I nod, cracking my eyes open to blurriness. Trying to grip onto reality and not succumb to unconsciousness I squeeze my shoulder tightly, hoping that the sharp pain will stop myself from slipping away. I groan arching my back off the bed as a sharp stinging pulses from my calf. Jaebum tightens his hold on my leg between his arm and continues to plunge the knife deeper into the flesh as the stubborn bullet refuses to nestle out. I cry out weakly and reach a hand out to make him stop.
Suddenly another hand engulfs mine in their larger and rougher ones. Namjoon falls onto his knees, lifting my hand to his cheek while squeezing tightly. I gaze up at him with heavy eyelids that threaten to fall upon lagged vision, but his tight hold on my hand helps me stay conscious. Namjoon tries for an encouraging smile as he brushes the stray hairs glued to my face, behind my ears. The raking of his fingers through my damp locks were soothing, successfully taking away the initial focus on Jaebum’s knife digging in my flesh. A soft clunk resonates in the silence and my body suddenly feels much better knowing that the foreign objects are finally out of my body. Jaebum presses gauze against my leg and the bleeding subsides quickly, now with the bullet removed. Only then with the bullets all removed and the blood finally clotted, did Jaebum release the breath he was holding. He pushes back his loose fringe with the bottom of palm, the only spot on his hands that weren’t stained crimson.
Namjoon did the unexpected. He places my hand into Jaebum’s and lets go.
“Take her to your headquarters and keep her safe,” Namjoon explains with wide eyes bearing into Jaebum’s.
Jaebum raises a brow, “Are you sure?”
Namjoon sighs biting back a small smile, “You just have to hear me admit it don’t you?” At that Jaebum smirks which causes a chuckle to erupt from my brother, “You have better defenses in your HQ, you will do a better job at keeping (Y/N) safe without any risks.”
“And your men are impeccably skilled snipers,” Jaebum adds.
“I know – I mean…thanks,” my usually well-spoken brother stumbles over his words, taken aback by Jaebum’s sudden compliment.
“I’ll send Yugyeom and Mark to assist,” Jaebum states looking dead into Namjoon’s dark eyes.
Namjoon dips his head in a curt nod, “Giving me your ace sniper and hacker, huh?”
“I want the fuckers dead. As soon as possible.”
Namjoon scoffs with a shrug, “Understandable. I want the same thing. Thank you then, I’ll try to make sure they don’t die.”
Jaebum flashes him a death glare, “As long as you don’t deliberately fucking kill them-”
My brother laughs wholeheartedly and waves his head dismissively, “We’re a team now.”
With that, both their hands met in a long awaited handshake that sealed the treaty between BTS and GOT7.
As soon as the next plan of action was decided, I finally asked the itching answer, “So…what happened to the asshole who was chasing after me?”
Jaebum joins in on my curiosity and looks over to Namjoon for answers as well. My brother flashes me an unsettling grin with a quick shrug that only signifies that he was keeping some major details, “Well…he’s no longer going to bother you ever again.”
I bite my lip stopping myself from the temptation of pressing him for more details. Nodding slowly I look up at Jaebum who looked uncharacteristically dishevelled. His dark tired eyes catches mine and he nods reassuringly before he excuses himself out of the room. I quietly watch him saunter out the door as he leaves without a word. Namjoon watches knowingly and replaces the warmth of Jaebum’s hand in mine with his own. I look up at him in my reclined position and he smiles softly down at me, “He’s just upset that he wasn’t there to protect you….we both are,” he leans down and kisses my forehead, “Just give him some time.”
Namjoon’s usually clumsy fingers were surprisingly nimble as he expertly bandages the wounds. He rummages through my closet and pulls out a hoodie and a pair of loose sweatpants. With maximum combined effort, I finally got into a seated position where Namjoon then had to help me get into the clothes.
He pulls me into a tight, warm embrace, “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I should’ve tried harder to keep this part of my life away from you. You got hurt because of me.”
I roll my eyes, I must’ve been spending too much time with Jaebum, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, it was a combined effort with Jaebum,” I joked with a snort, “I just want you to know that I don’t regret any of this. I rather live everyday in danger than to have you not in my life…I miss you Namjoon. I’m happy that we can finally be honest with each other, one – two bullets isn’t going to change how I feel.”
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Namjoon breathily laughs, threading his long fingers through his bleached tresses.
“I learned from the best,” I scoff.
He smirks, “From JB, I know.”
I roll my eyes again, if I wasn’t in so much pain I would’ve shoulder checked him, “You know fully well that I’m referring to your stubborn ass.”
His soft dimpled smile was quite the sight to see after everything that happened in the last hour. “I know I don’t say it as often as I want to but…I love you. Stay safe. I swear on my life I will sort this out.”
I frown, “Likewise, you better stay safe too. If you get hurt I will hurt you even more, got it?”
Namjoon smiles shaking his head, “Got it,” he sighs pulling me in one final hug before getting up and disappearing behind the door.
A few murmurs were exchanged between Jaebum and Namjoon that I couldn’t entirely decipher. However, almost immediately once there was silence from the hallway Jaebum enters the room. He closes his eyes releasing a deep sigh while pressing his back against the door. I watch him intently and finally his eyes holds my gaze. Before I could ask him what’s wrong a gunshot rang from a distance. I jump at the familiar sound as I could practically feel the piece of hot metal rip through my muscles again.
My lip quivers, I couldn’t find my voice. Jaebum lunges towards me with a quick apology as he throws his leather jacket over my head before scooping me up in his arms. I grit my teeth in discomfort as he mumbles apologizes again, pulling the leather securely over my face. With compromised vision I close my eyes and press my cheek against Jaebum’s chest. “Trust me,” he says. I pull my lips into a thin line and nod. Immediately he kicks open the door and races down the flight of stairs. Even though Jaebum was carrying me and doing all the physical exertion, I couldn’t stop my heart from violently hammering against my ribcage. My lungs burned and felt like they were about to explode. Another shot rang but it was considerably louder and closer, much closer. I could feel Jaebum’s muscles ripple around me as he hoists all my weight onto a single arm to reach behind him. With my vision out of commission I could hear the quiet safety being undone with my heightened senses. I hold my breath, snuggling deeper into Jaebum’s chest as a extremely loud bang resonated from what I assume was the barrel of his gun.
Four more gunshots filled the air. But I knew Jaebum wasn’t a bad shot making multiple misses upon the rivals. Four dull thuds sounded after the trigger was pulled. I swallow thickly squeezing my eyes shut, this explains why Jaebum covered my head earlier. He’s trying to censor me from the brutality of his world. My breath hitches in my throat as he kicks open another door. Suddenly the temperature in the room drops, meaning that he successfully made it into the underground parking. He halts his steps and sidesteps into what I could assume to be behind a concrete pillar. Jaebum presses his back against the cool surface to catch his breath, after a few heaves he pushes himself off the wall in search of his car.
Jaebum unlocks the door and gently eases me into the passenger seat before quickly jumping into the drivers. He ignites the engine and a familiar rumbles in the parking garage. This was Namjoon’s car.
Out of curiosity my hand reaches out towards the heavy fabric compromising my vision. Almost immediately, a larger hand presses against mine to halt my actions. “Not yet,” Jaebum insists as we roll over some oddly placed speed bumps. The only explanation – dead bodies. Only when the pavement became even again does he pull off the jacket covering my face. I squint at the blinding change in brightness as the city’s street zooms by.
“Your brother is fine,” he finally speaks up after safely emerged into the city’s busy streets, “His body wasn’t among the ones left in the basement, meaning he successfully cleaned up the basement. Besides, he’s like a roach. Hard to kill.”
I turn to look at him and he had a soft, just a tweak at the lips, smile on his face. I nod at his valid argument and released the breath I didn’t realize that I was holding onto since I found out that we were in Namjoon’s car. He was safe, somewhere.
The throbbing in my shoulder and leg started up again now that the adrenaline washed away. I pull Jaebum’s leather jacket closer, using it as a blanket as my eyelids grew heavy. I shake my head, trying to get rid of the drowsiness but it didn’t seem to do anything but to add to the pain felt in my shoulder. Jaebum slips a hand from the steering wheel and places it into my lap. I encase his warm large hand between both of mine, occasionally running my thumbs gingerly along his prominent veins.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you up once we’re there.”
I nod, finally letting my chin to drop and my head to loll in reflection to the imperfections in the road.
-
With so much on my mind I was surprised that I was able to drift off so quickly. However, the nap was short lived seeing that barely thirty minutes have passed and the vehicle has come to a stop already. My eyes flutter open, immediately a stinging sensation fills them to the brim. I rub away the tears collecting in the corners of my eyes and watch as Jaebum gets out of the car. I watch him as he approaches what seems to be an abandoned district fenced off by an enormous heavy-duty padlock. Instead of rummaging his dark washed jean pockets for a key he presses his thumb against the body of the bronze lock and it immediately pops open. He catches my gaze and gives me a soft smile as he raises both hands to cup his ears. I raise a brow but copy his actions regardless. The gate screeches open like a banshee as he slips back into the driver’s seat. The car rolls forward through the gate and automatically whines shut behind us. I take a moment to take in the view, we were completely surrounded by demolished buildings. It looked like something straight out of an apocalyptic movie. I dip my head to get a better view of the surrounding, I was just waiting for a hoard of zombies to round the corner. I swallow thickly and look over at Jaebum who held his usual indifferent expression.
“A-Aren’t we going back to your home?” I finally break the silence.
He chews on his bottom lip before a lopsided grin stretches across his face, “Yeah,” he simply deadpans continuing to drive for a few more blocks.
He suddenly shifts the gear into park and unlocks the doors. I turn away from my window to look ahead to notice that the demolished buildings finally cleared and opened a space where a nicely mansion stood at its centre. I mumble a profanity under my breath as I feast my eyes on the sight. A perfectly modern piece of architecture stood peacefully at the centre of abandoned apartments that loomed stories over the new addition. I jump slightly as Jaebum suddenly swings open the door to the passenger. He holds out his arms and I instantly wrap my arms around his neck. Jaebum easily scoops me up in his arms making his way towards the giant French doors. I finally rip my eyes away from the buildings to look at the ground where I realized that the house stood at what probably used to be some major intersection before the whole area was cleared, for reasons that I really didn’t want to know. I just hoped Jaebum and the rest of GOT7 didn’t have anything to do with ridding the civilians from the area, even though deep in the back of my head I knew very well they had done something to contribute to this mess. Halfway up the steps the door already swings open revealing Yugyeom, he sighs running a hand through his dark locks, “Ah thank god you are finally back! There’s sign of a rival gang and-” he pauses for a second to take in my battered form, “Whoa you’ve seen better days noona.”
I roll my eyes, “Thanks, Yugyeom.”
Jaebum sighs pushing the younger, but definitely taller, male aside and makes his way towards the rowdy living area. Once Jaebum steps his foot into the shared space the conversations all died down as all the young men looked up to take in Jaebum’s stoic expression and my exhausted one.
“Listen up,” Jaebum states with the familiar authoritative tone he used on the drunks, “From here on out we will be working alongside with BTS. If you encounter a rival gang besides the members of BTS, make sure I never see them again. Clear?”
“Yugyeom, you are to assist JK in snipping the sons of bitches once they are spotted on your scoping lens.”
The younger male nods with a excited grin creeping over his face, “Understood.”
Jaebum looks over to Jinyoung who bore his eyes straight back in complete focus, “Jinyoung, I want you to keep (Y/N) safe. Have eyes on all possible entrances to here.”
Jinyoung scoffs, “Easy. Anything else?”
“Shoot them down if they step a foot near my fucking gate. Even if they decide to turn around and leave, no mercy.”
Jinyoung hums swishing the amber liquid in his glass, “When had I ever have mercy?”
Jaebum smirks at that with a curt nod, “Mark, do your thing. Search the databases to find the exact coordinates of the assholes and eliminate all of them. Work alongside V.”
Mark nods without a word and cracks his knuckles in anticipation. Jaebum scans the group for Jackson and BamBam, “Activate all the explosives near the base. Once finished go assist BTS.”
Explosives? What the actual fuck. Is he serious right now? I was racking my brain for any rationality for bombs that I almost missed his last order for Youngjae, “I trust you to keep (Y/N) by your side and safe. I’m going back to meet up with Mon to infiltrate wherever their base is.”
I raise my brows at that and shake my head profusely, “You’re leaving?”
He gazes deeply into my eyes and sighs, “You’ll be safe here, trust us…trust me.”
“I get that I will…but is all this necessary? Maybe they will back down after a threat or something…no one else has to die,” I reason as my voice got quieter with every word. I knew it was impossible to argue with Jaebum. He was the leader for a reason.
“I can’t take chances when it regards your life,” he says evenly, “I hope you understand.”
I cast my gaze upon the ground and Youngjae kneels in front of me and flashes me a reassuring smile, “(Y/N), I know you don’t want anyone to get hurt but if these guys are willing to start a war between us and BTS they mean business. We need to take these drastic procedures to ensure that this never happens again.” I nod trying to understand their side, they were in this business for so long they knew what had to be done, and playing nice wasn’t one of the options.
“But Jaebum, I propose that I go in your place to meet with Mon. You are still recovering. Besides, (Y/N) needs you the most right now.”
I watch Jaebum carefully as a million thoughts run through his brain as he calculates the best course to take. He takes a moment to look at me in his arms before nodding, “Youngjae, you are to assist Mon as his equivalent, you will be the leader of this operation while I stay here to care for (Y/N). Okay, dismissed.”
The members nod in unison without question. They all trusted him as a leader, but more importantly as family. All the men scurried away out of the room to gear up for work, however Jackson takes a moment to approach me still curled up in his leader’s arms.
“Glad you’re okay, kid,” he smiles patting my head softly, “Just leave the rest to us!”
Without another word, Jaebum carries me to his quarters where an enormous bed sat perfectly between two large windows overlooking their impressive garden. Almost so impressive that the looming run down department buildings fencing around the vibrant greenery went unnoticed. He carefully places me down on his bed and pulls the fluffy duvet over the both of us. I wrap my arms tightly around his middle and he reciprocates the affectionate gesture. He buries his nose in the nest I call hair and inhales deeply, “I’m sorry.”
I readjust myself with little difficultly so that I could look into his eyes, “Whatever happened today…it wasn’t your fault. Sometimes things just happen,” I assure him as his eyes started to grow glossy.
He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes deeply, “Your brother has protected you from this for years and here I show up and fucking expose you to all this shit. Aren’t you even in the slightest disgusted by how selfish I am?”
I chuckle at that shaking my head, “Are you dumb?” he cracks open his eyes and I could see the sheen layer of tears he is holding at bay, “I almost died today. And guess what? It wasn’t your fault, nor was it Namjoon’s. It was because there are assholes in the world and you and your friends are going to take them out to make sure that this never happens again, to anybody. If anything you are selfless doing something so dangerous just to protect a small potato like me, so no I’m not disgusted. If anything I am happy that you are going out of your way to avenge my fucking leg and shoulder. We aren’t talking about this again, okay?”
“Okay.”
-
I didn’t realize I fell asleep, but this seemingly always happened when I’m cuddled up in Jaebum’s warm strong arms. I jolt awake to the many voices downstairs that seems to be having at least twenty different conversations at once. I rub my eyes from the gritty muck gluing them shut to look at the wall illuminated by a sliver of moonlight that crept through the drawn curtains. I pat the spot beside me to only find a cold void where Jaebum once laid. I frown pushing off my elbows to get in a sitting position. I hiss through clenched teeth as a dull throb resonates through my shoulder, oh right, I got fucking shot at earlier today. I slowly place both feet on the cold hardwood ground, taking a sharp inhale as I tenderly apply weight on them. I supress a small whimper as I stumble towards the door. Latching onto the frame to give myself a small break before I had to descend down the flight of stairs and hopefully not fall to my demise. The voices bickering downstairs got louder with each step a take down the beautifully varnished wooden steps.
“Jaebum?” I call, sliding against the cool wall for support, inching slowly but surely to the living room. Even through the ruckus he turns around at my meek voice. Suddenly all the conversations halts and an eerie silence took over as all eyes were directed on me. I take a moment to take in how full the large living room was filled with familiar faces
“You shouldn’t be straining yourself,” Namjoon scolds lunging towards me to wrap an arm around my teetering form to provide support. I gasp as he scoops me up in bridal position and locates me comfortably on the plush velvety couch. I look up at him to see his eyebrows knit together in worry, “Does it hurt?”
I bite my lip, shaking my head, “I’m okay…are you hurt?” I ask eyes scanning all over his large frame as he shakes his head, pulling me into a tight embrace, “I was so fucking worried!” he explains.
I nod wrapping my arms around his neck, “I was too.”
He scoffs swatting my head with the back of his hand, “Yeah right. So worried that you passed out immediately when your ass hit the mattress,” he mutters under his breath rolling his eyes, “Didn’t even bother to shoot me a quick text asking if I made it out the building alive.”
I shake my head stifling a giggle, “I know you wouldn’t die so easily. You’re like a cockroach.”
His eyes bore into mine as his face remained in the same deadpanned expression. He was utterly dead inside. My words plunged deep into his fragile heart. BTS chuckles at that while the others stifle their laughs, not entirely sure if they would be crossing the newly drawn line between them. Jaebum looks over at me quietly before clearing his throat to gain everyone’s attention.
“We will be leaving at the break of dawn. So prepare for the time being or take a quick nap, regardless we will be leaving sharply at 5:00 AM,” Jaebum explains as the others nod in unison.
“You guys found the base?” I nervously ask, it was all happening so quickly. I didn’t realize that a whole group of people would be eliminated in the next 24 hours that the attack ensued. The influence of these men were no joke, it was quite terrifying actually. Jimin and Mark nod affirming my question and happily high five each other in their quick success.
“There are two bases, we couldn’t confirm which one their leader is in. But both seem to be showing high traffic. So that confirms that both these bases are indeed active,” Mark explains while Jimin nods along approvingly.
Namjoon clicks his tongue, “The question is whether we attack both bases at once or if we should raid one after the other. More men, but that would mean we would lose the advantage of surprise.”
“We are trying to avoid as much combat as possible. The element of surprise would be ideal,” Yoongi quips, causing a round of nods.
“Then it’s settled, we will split into two groups,” Jaebum states observing the group carefully, “I will take Jackson, Yugyeom-”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Namjoon interjects, “I need you to be at (Y/N)’s side.”
Jaebum cocks a sharp brow and juts out his jaw, “What do you mean? You are staying by her side.”
Namjoon lets out an airy chuckle, “You will be the one to stay behind. We both know that I am the more experienced between the both of us when it comes to fieldwork.”
Even though that may be true I felt that there was another reason for him to suggest that he went instead of Jaebum. First, he would never pass up an opportunity to spend time with me. And second, he would never willingly put me under Jaebum’s care unless necessary. Similar to earlier today when we had to exit the apartment that was under fire. Did he actually believe that this mission was so dangerous that even he wouldn’t be able to make it back? Let alone any of the other guys. Was I risking all their lives in a giant massacre?
“You guys can’t go!” I yell on the top of my lungs, “I can’t allow any of you to get hurt over this incident. Maybe – maybe after this they will never bother us again, okay? Maybe we can pretend that this never happened and we don’t have to fight. I don’t want you guys to go marching off to your deaths because of me! Look I’m fine!”
Collectively the boys started to frown at the inevitable circumstances that they needed to take. Jimin calls out my name softly, “(Y/N)…if it makes you feel any better…there wont be anymore than 20 people tops at each base. Mark and I looked through their files, they are a new group but they have huge plans. In a few days they are plotting to eliminate the snipers from both groups.”
“And by next month Jaebum and your brother. Don’t be burdened thinking that you caused all of this, you were just their first target. This has to be done, and thanks to you our chances of winning is so much higher because you joined us together,” Mark adds with his charming soft smile.
“So basically we are all dead fuckers anyways so why not go down blazin-” Jackson gets cut off by a distant boom that shook the entirety of the house. All our heads shot towards the large glass window that rattled in its sill as fiery curls rolls off in the distant horizon.
“Guess they found us,” Jinyoung sighs standing up from the couch to lethargically stretch as BamBam jumps to draw the curtains shut.
“The explosion should’ve killed everything in its 10 meter radius. That should’ve taken out everyone. Giving us at least 20 minutes before they com-” BamBam got interrupted as the glass behind him shatters as a red flower blossoms in his arm, “Fuck!” he screeches, “Or not – someone turn off the fucking lights!” he screams clenching his arm as he ducks away from the window.
Jungkook slams the switch off and runs out of the living room swinging his sniping bag over his shoulder. Yugyeom quickly follows him up the flight of stairs to what most likely be towards the roof. I frantically watch as the men pull firearms from their hidden holsters and dart off in different directions as if this was a completely normal thing that happens on a Friday night. Namjoon hunches over me and pulls me onto the ground, “Jae!” he calls out and immediately Jaebum covers me with his own body.
Jaebum nods towards Namjoon in some silent agreement and that was enough for my brother to leave the room with a gun in hand. I try to even out my rapid shallow breaths but it was futile as I feel the familiar feeling I felt this afternoon as anxiety coursed through my veins.
“Jaebum…” I choke out between ragged heaves. He kisses my forehead as the glass behind us shatters. A scream rips through my hoarse throat as a dark figure barges through the window. I watch in horror as he approaches us with malicious intent.
“Don’t miss,” Jaebum says indifferently as his hand wraps over my eyes.
Suddenly, the man drops onto the ground with a loud thud. And a holler leaves BamBam, “Yeah! Fuck you for messing up my arm!”
Jaebum pulls me onto my feet and ushers me quickly out of the compromised living room. Before I left the room I turned around to watch BamBam jump out of the broken window to cause gods know what kind of havoc. But before I turned back around to look ahead I couldn’t help but drop my gaze to watch as a pool of crimson flows from the dot between the corpse’s dull eyes.
Jaebum throws me over his broad shoulders, running up the flight of stairs by every other step. He throws open the door to his bedroom and sits me on the floor beside the unmade bed. He makes an attempt to get up but I quickly grab onto his wrist, “No please don’t go!” I cry out in desperation.
He cups my cheek in his palm and smiles tiredly, “I’ll be back for you. In the time being, be a good girl and hide under the bed.”
I shake my head clawing at his arms as he forces me into the cramped space under the bed. I watch him with wide eyes as he silently gazes back, “Count to one hundred and I promise you, I’ll be right back at your side.”
I close my eyes listening intently to Jaebum’s footsteps fading away as he leaves the bedroom.
One.
A door creaks open.
Two.
A low whine from the hardwood floor.
Three.
A click of a lock.
Four.
A pair of mudded sneakers stood right in front of the bed.
Five.
I hold my breath, clamping a sweaty hand over my mouth.
Six.
A man drops to his knees.
Seven.
His crazed eyes meets my shaking terrified ones, “Found you~” he sings.
A scream rips from my throat as his hand darts under the bed to grasp my hair. The ruthless man tangles his fingers through my locks and yanks me from under my hiding spot. I claw at his arm leaving bloodied angry trails down to his wrist but never once did he loosen his grip. Frustrated hot tears bubble at the back of my eyes as I exert all my strength to squirm away from the attacker. I cry for Jaebum as I watch the doorknob jiggle fruitlessly. He curses, “Fuck!” before letting the handle snap back into its resting position to deal with whatever had him occupied on the other side of the door. A loud guttural sound makes its way up my lungs as I find the strength to elbow the man in the face. He grits his teeth, my attempt of escape only making him more agitated. The tall burly man kicks and shovels his foot into my stomach. I wince curling up in a lame attempt of defense, knowing that it would be useless to fight against someone of his size through brut strength. I had to be smart about this.
I lay on the floor limply with wide eyes as I watch him drag me by my hair into Jaebum’s bathroom. A deep chuckle erupts from the man as he lets go of my hair to shove me into the bathtub filled to the brim with ice cold water. I gasp, grasping on the edge of the basin with vice gripped hands. My body trashed on its own in violent attempt to get out of the shockingly cold water. I hold onto the edge as the man places his large hand at the back of my head, forcibly submerging my head into the water. Out of panic, I inhale. I choke under the water, only to cause more of the fluid to fill my lungs. I scream throwing my arms and legs in a furry of limbs, anything to make the man to release me. He finally pulls my head up, holding my face dangerously close to his as he laughs hysterically, “You look so beautiful like that.”
I spray water into his eyes before a coughing fit erupted in my chest. He growls, “You fucking bitch!” A meaty hand reaches for me again while his other hand was occupied in rubbing his vision clear. That was my chance. I press both hands onto the ledge of the basin and used my adrenaline to throw myself over the tub and onto the now extremely soaked marble tiles. I scream using all my strength to swipe my leg under his feet.
Miraculously, he slips under his clumsy feet and tumbles backwards smacking his head into the mirror causing millions of pieces to rain onto the floor. The victory was short lived, as almost immediately he gets back up. He stares straight into my eyes with murderous intent as he cracks his nose back into position. With blood running down his nose and into his grin he looked much more scarier than earlier. I heave for oxygen as I frantically shuffle backwards on my hands and bottom. The man lunges toward with slight difficultly due to the slippery floor but unfortunately he still manages to wrap his hands around my neck.
“Do you know why I’m killing you?” he chortles, pulling me back towards the bathtub.
I bore my eyes into his, taking a deep breath as I feel his hands starting to close tightly around my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as my hand blindly scavenges for a piece of glass. Holding the shard I regain my composure to look him straight in the eye.
“Your little lover boy drowned my brother,” he explains through clenched teeth, looking into my teary eyes with his bulging ones he continues.
“I went to your brother for help, to avenge my only family! And guess what happened? Your brother laughed in my face and shot my friend in the face. For wasting his fucking time!” he growls submerging my head once more.
However, the panic was short lived as he pulls me up again to speak, “Talk about killing two birds with one stone, eh? And if you haven’t guessed, you are the pretty little stone my dear (Y/N). Who would’ve known the only weakness to the two ruthless assholes is you? A fragile little girl!”
Panting I shake my head at his words, “I’m not a fragile little girl,” I say evenly, “And I am in no way responsible for what they do.” I don’t need my brother or Jaebum to protect me. I can protect myself. I clench the shard of glass in my palm. I have to fight my own battles.
A loud battle cry leaves my lungs, surprising myself and my pursuer. I arch my back, swinging my arm backwards, slicing off the long locks, finally freeing myself from the man. Wasting no time I grab the discarded towel on the floor from Jaebum’s earlier shower and tossed it over the man’s head. With him blinded and frantically trying to untangle his fingers from my discarded hair and wet towel. I lunge towards the toilet tank cover, ripping the ceramic top off and swinging it straight at the blinded man. I breathe heavily watching his form crumble onto the floor in a heap of damp towel, white crumbles, and broken glass.
“I’m not fragile,” I heave falling onto the toilet.
I stare blankly at the wall in front of me as I hear footsteps near the bathroom. Glass crunches under his feet as he makes his way towards me. Jaebum drops to his knees in front of my drenched and hunched over form. He brushes his fingers into my cold wet locks, pushing the uneven strands of hair behind my ears. I look into his dull eyes to his busted lip.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes glazing over with regret.
I sigh, connecting my palm against the side of his head. “Everything’s okay,” I groan closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck, “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Jaebum curls his arms around my shivering form, holding me impossibly close to his heaving chest, “I can’t believe I left you in a room with a killer and made you fight him off by yourself,” he sighs snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck.
“I’m sure you would’ve tried to help but you were probably attacked by ten other assholes in the hallway,” I assure him whilst rubbing soothing circles into his back. It was quite ironic how me of all people had to comfort someone like Jaebum, it was a nice change, to be strong for once.
“I don’t want you apart of this life anymore,” he states dropping his arms into my lap, “I can’t have you hurt again cause of me.”
I scoff rolling eyes, “That’s not something you can decide for me Jaebum. I get to make my own decisions if I want to stay or leave.”
He nods slowly in understanding. Even though his words tell me that he wants me out of his life when the words “I don’t want to be apart of this life” leaves my mouth his eyes fall, casting them onto the suddenly exciting floor. The corner of my lip tugs upwards, “But, if we’re in this mess together…I guess I don’t mind.”
Jaebum looks up with a puzzled expression, “You’re actually going to stay?”
I shrug coolly although the grin plastered on my face said otherwise, “I guess.”
He rakes his blood stained hand through his dishevelled locks, “I promise you that this will never happen again. I promise to protect you.”
I smile closing my eyes for a moment, “No, I can take care of myself from now on. I won’t be dependent on you. After...causing that,” I chuckle gesturing the heap on the floor, “I realized that I can protect myself. I don’t always need you or my brother to fly to my aid. So…you don’t have to always worry about me.”
Jaebum chuckles shaking his head, “Even if you say that, I can’t stop worrying about you even if I tried. You’re the most precious thing in this godforsaken world and you chose me of all people to be beside,” he bites his lip nervously, looking everywhere but at me, “I will do anything for you.”
“I know,” I giggle leaning down to kiss his blood crusted lips. I quickly pull away with a sound of disgust, frantically wiping the residue taste of iron off my lips. I tilt my head to the side to look into Jaebum’s innocent wide eyes, “I would do anything for you too. If you need that proven look at the person I fucked up for you.”
He breathily laughs rolling his eyes, and there was the mischievous glint in his sharp eyes again. Jaebum lunges forward, capturing my lips in his as he hungrily chases my mouth. He pulls back and I groan from disgust at the metallic taste, “You’re cute. You definitely fucked him up but he’s not dead.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m not some psychopath that would kill someone for you okay?”
“I know, but I am,” he grins scooping me up from the toilet to relocate me back onto the plush bed before going back into the bathroom. A dull snap resonated through the room as I gaze out to the pile of bodies that laid in the hallway. It was almost art as the doorframe perfectly framed the bodies. There was probably some famous Renaissance painting that looked exactly to what I was seeing at the foot of my bed. Jaebum closes the bathroom door behind me and joins me on the bed.
Even though the man earlier had his head screwed on the wrong way, his words still nagged at the back of my mind. I clear my throat and look out the window, “Did you know the man?”
He hums shifting his weight on the bed, “He looked familiar? Why?”
I turn towards him scrunching up my nose, “Why did you kill his brother?”
Jaebum raises his eyebrows and cracks his knuckles, “(Y/N)…” he softly says looking up at the moonlit ceiling, “I’m not a good person.”
“Why did you kill his brother?” I press.
He sighs picking at the dried blood underneath his nails, “I don’t know – I don’t remember.”
I purse my lips together shaking my head, “What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“I told you, I’m not a good person. I’ve killed a lot of people that I can’t possibly count,” he wets his dry lips with his tongue before continuing, “I’ll be honest with you, I probably killed him for no good reason too. There’s never a good reason to kill anyone but – I probably just did it out of anger.”
I nod slowly, I understood what he meant but at the same time I couldn’t possibly understand or justify his actions. “Do you think my brother killed the man’s friend because it was fun as well?”
Jaebum kisses his teeth and shrugs, “I can’t say. But the possibility of your prediction is very high.”
I nod again. Understanding but not understanding. I place a hand onto Jaebum’s thigh and to give him a soft squeeze, “What if I asked you to stop?”
He blinks, “To stop being apart of the mafia? It’s difficult to call it quits but sure, I will stop working in the underground if it makes you happy and keeps you safe.”
I chuckle shaking my head, “I would never ask you to do that. This is you, Jaebum. You can’t throw away all this and your boys for me. Even if you insist I don’t want that from you. I just wait you to maybe be more merciful and stop offing people cause you think it’s fun.”
Jaebum looks taken aback, he wasn’t surprised when he thought I asked him to leave his life behind. Rather he was shocked that I accepted his life and that I just wanted him to be kinder. A small frown tugs at his mouth as he tries his best not to crack the cheesiest grin, “Okay.”
I smile tilting my head so that I could rest comfortably against his bicep. He runs his fingers through my choppy hair before kissing my forehead softly, “Let’s check on the others. Together this time.”
-
Thankfully everyone was safe and sound. A little bruises and scrapes here and there but nothing fatal. The worst injury was BamBam’s but that was expected since he was the only one who managed to actually get shot. That night Namjoon invited all of GOT7 to stay over at his quarters. It was nice to know that even though the fight was over, the treaty among the two groups were not. Namjoon found out the spark that caused the whole mess through me and he agreed to take the same oath as Jaebum. It was refreshing to see the both of them working together in harmony instead of trying to strangle one another. It was also nice living together under the same roof with BTS and GOT7, it’s been weeks since the incident and all that has happened between the two groups were an exponentially growing bond. Moreover, it seems that this living arrangement is going to be permanent.
Things in my personal life are finally going back to normal. School started a week ago and I was back at my shit job. Even though I could theoretically not work another day in my life due to Namjoon and Jaebum, it was refreshing to work at the run down pub. It helps to keep me grounded.
2 AM
I yawn flicking the lock closed. I turn around to only meet face to face with leather, if this isn’t déjà vu I don’t know what is. I giggle wrapping my arms around Jaebum as he lifts me off the ground, spinning me in a circle.
He leans down to my height to place a soft kiss on my lips, “So I’ve been thinking about what you said. About being a better person.”
I laugh nodding, “Okay, and?”
Jaebum grins excitedly, clasping my hands between his large warm ones, “Being nice to humans is a lot harder than I thought, but I love cats. So I decided to open a shelter to help out animals. Got to start off somewhere right?”
I smile brightly up at him, “That sounds like a great idea! Im Jaebum – mafia boss and cat savior! Will probably kill you, but don’t worry your cat is in safe hands!”
“Are you so sure about that, kitten?” he growls lowly, his hand smoothing the back of my jacket to rest on my rump.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Cause you know that I can destroy your puss-”
I cut him off by yelling out random thoughts that happened to plague my brain, “Yugyeom looks like a mushroom!”
Jaebum face palms, his breath puffing out in white clouds, “Alright, let’s just go home.”
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